Chapter 25
Nate
Over the next few days, Grace and I fall into an easy rhythm.
Everything I’ve done to secure her as my wife has paid off.
It helps that Eileen’s results have confirmed everything: the blood work shows that my Grace does indeed have Coeliac.
The plan for recovery is a simple continuation of everything we’ve done so far: gluten free food, time outdoors, infrared sauna, and our new life together.
Now, at the close of the first week, I want to deepen our relationship as Grace’s recovery continues to build.
I make us a light dinner and set up the bedroom.
We’ve done virtually nothing mutual for days now, and I’m almost buzzing with need.
Grace is on the last day of her fertile window and she’s so addicted to orgasms that she’s barely noticed how far I’ve stretched her. Today, we both get to find out.
“How was your walk with Mihi?” I ask as we finish our meal.
“She was telling me about lambing.” Grace stands up with her empty plate. She still likes to do the dishes every night, asserting it’s her job since I cook for us. “Apparently, she’ll deliver dozens of babies over the next while. I bet they’re like soft little clouds.”
“Not when they first come out.” I follow her into the kitchen. “They’re covered in fluids when they’re born, and they’re pretty shrieky.”
“Well,” she arches a brow, “I, for one, have a desperate need to cuddle babies, regardless of fluids or shrieks.”
She continues smiling as she loads the dishwasher.
I approach her from behind. “If you want to cuddle babies, I might be of some assistance. After all, we’re still within a certain time of the month.”
She stiffens. I trace one finger down her spine.
“That’s not even close to what I meant,” she says. I let her put distance between us, knowing I’m about to reel her back in.
“Then there’s no choice tonight. We’ll have to do it the fun way.”
“I’m tired,” Grace answers. Words I’ve respected each night this week, while we’ve focused on her healing. “Besides, I’m not ready for anything like that, Nate.”
I play dumb. “Like what?”
She regards me across the counter. “Like family planning or discussing babies or… what you’re hinting at.”
“I’ve got everything we need, regardless of the particulars.” I close my hand around hers and pull her towards the corridor. “We’ve spent this week healing you from the inside out, Grace. Now it’s time to do a few things from the outside in.”
That earns a reluctant laugh. “Why do you have to make that sound so filthy?”
I give her a wink over my shoulder. “Because it fucking is.”
“What are you planning, big heart?”
The pet name makes my stomach clench in the best way.
It’s the first time she’s said it since our first time in the sauna, and I stop her right in the middle of the hallway to reward her with a kiss.
She yields with a surprised moan, hands going into my hair.
Tired or not, recovering from endless illness or not, my wife needs tending. Just as I do.
“Say it again,” I order, taking a handful of her hair and bending her head back.
She smiles, then bites her lip, refusing.
With a growl, I pull her into our bedroom. “Come see your new goodies.”
She glances at the dresser, where everything is laid out, then back at me. “I’ve never been into toys, Nate.”
“These are tools, not toys.”
“If that’s meant to be reassuring, it isn’t. And I told you I’m tired—and I don’t think we should be doing anything like that tonight. Or at all. It’s indecent.”
“Don’t pretend you’re a pearl-clutching maiden, Grace. I’ve taken you with my mouth every morning this week. Now you’re feeling better and it’s time for other things.”
She lets out a breath and rakes her hands into her hair.
I give her a moment. The reality is that Grace cannot turn down sexual pleasure, and every single orgasm I’ve given her had a weight she attached to it, a debt I know she feels.
Though she owes me nothing, I’m not above pretending to call it due.
“So, what’ll it be? Full anal prep and fucking tonight, or we can discuss family planning. Your choice.”
Grace raises her chin with false confidence. “Neither. I’ll sleep on the couch in your office.”
She makes to leave. I take one step sideways, putting myself between Grace and the door.
“Dealer’s choice it is.”
She lets out a breath, clearly trying for exasperation, but I see the way her pupils have widened.
“Nate, I’m not—this isn’t me being cute. I don’t think we should do this.”
“Then don’t think.”
I kiss her. She resists, but once my tongue is in her mouth, she moans and opens for me. Her hands grip my hair as I slide my tongue against hers, revelling in her need. Finally, I pull back despite her sigh of protest and indicate the tools.
“Time to get this done, Grace.”
It’s crass. It’s sudden. And part of me thinks this will be the nail in the coffin of her consent and she’ll withdraw. I wait, watching as she touches the items I’ve gathered.
“What will it be like?” she asks, cheeks blazing red.
I step close, keeping my voice gentle. “I can tell you, or I can show you.”
“Won’t it be… disgusting?”
I snort. “No part of you will ever be disgusting. It’ll be a quick rinse and nothing more. You’ll feel clean and ready.”
“What if that’s not how I feel?”
“Then I’ll eat you for dessert instead.”
That gets a smile from her, the blush fading slowly from her cheeks. “And—will you let me have some privacy, Nate? When I’m—when—”
“When you need to use the toilet,” I interrupt, taking away the burden of asking. “I can let you have some time to yourself, but I’m going to show you how to get started. White-glove sodomy takes a bit of experience.”
I’m almost absurdly pleased when she nods, despite my shocking language. I lead her into the bathroom, pausing for a moment to kiss the palm of her hand.
“Here we go, love.” I prepare what we’ll need to tidy her. Ready, I catch her eye, seeing that she looks almost afraid. “Ready to bend over for me?”
“This feels really clinical, Nate.”
Patience, I remind myself. Make her love it enough that she fucking begs for it next time.
“That’s because it is. The fun part comes after this. Come here.”
I lift her up and seat her on the bathroom counter.
She leans back, smudging the mirror, reluctance in her eyes.
I can’t have it. Not when I’m about to get what I’ve waited for all week long.
I slip a hand into her hair and pull firmly.
Grace whimpers, but she responds as I know she will, putting her weight into my hands and exposing her throat.
I fasten my mouth to her neck and suck hard and rough until a bruise blooms beneath her skin.
She’s gasping and shaking, but her hands are still in my hair, pulling me closer. It’s not clinical anymore.
That’s the moment I choose to gently press the prepped nozzle to her exit. “Can you take this little thing for me, Grace?”
“Yes,” she whispers, and I’m pleased enough to give her another love bite.
“I love you,” I whisper, working the bulb flush with her ass cheeks. “Vitals to viscera, I fucking love you.”
She doesn’t reciprocate, and I remind myself of patience. Of how completely I’m about to take her, regardless of the words she won’t say.
“Is the water coming?” she whispers.
I nod and proceed, squeezing slowly and deliberately. She hums low, and I bring my forehead to Grace’s, sharing breath, savouring what I’m doing, wishing I could hold her throughout the whole process, though I know she won’t let me. Not yet.
A moment later, I’m finished and she bites her lip.
“Can you wait in the bedroom, please?”
“Make sure you’re feeling fully empty,” I say, “then come to me.”
“Yes.” A small smile plays around her lips. “All right.”
I take her consent—and my aching cock—into the bedroom to wait for her.