Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
ALEX
H er body trembles as she tries to climb down from the table.
I push her back down. “Lie down. You’re gonna tilt your head back on the edge of the table and take it down your throat like a good wife. Okay?”
She nods with wide eyes. “But I’m not your wife.”
I pull at the tie around her throat, bringing her close to my face. “Not on paper, but you’re my fuck toy, and for tonight, you belong to me.” I smother her mouth, pushing my tongue through her lips, letting her taste the sweet and tangy arousal from her delicious cunt. “Okay?”
She nods again, breathless as she gets into position.
I fist my dick, waiting for her to hang her head over the edge of the table. “I’ve fantasised about having my cock down your throat.” My fingers stroke her mouth, smearing the red lipstick across her cheek. “Open your mouth.”
She does as I ask, like a good submissive. The feminist in her wouldn’t use the word obey in her wedding vows, but in the bedroom she adheres to my every command, and she loves it. Gets off on it even.
I wipe the pearl of precum against her lips, making them glossy. “Such a dirty little fuck toy. Is my wife a dirty little slut?”
Her tongue darts out to lick at my slit, fondling the head and lapping up the taste of my arousal as if she’s eager to taste me as much as I was her. “Yes, husband.”
A groan rumbles from the depth of my chest when she calls me that. My palms cradle her head, my thumbs stroking her cheeks as I push farther into her mouth. “Such a good fucking wife.”
I know we’re not married, but if we’re playing this dominant-and-submissive role that we used to, I’m doing it as her husband. If I’m going to make her submit to me, she’s going to do it as my wife. She will trust me completely and submit completely as she did before.
The same trust that’s in her eyes now as they water, tears running down her temples as she swallows me down her throat. “That’s it, just relax. You’re taking it so good.” My balls draw up tight, my stomach burning with the heat of an incinerator.
I haven’t thought this through.
Fuck.
I couldn’t hold it together last night and I sure as hell can’t hold it together now, while she’s gagging on my shaft. If she swallows around me one more time, I’m done for.
With gritted teeth and a groan from deep in my chest, I pull out and exhale. Still cradling her head, I bend down and kiss her lips. “You good?”
“Yes, what’s wrong? I was just getting into a rhythm.”
“Your mouth was too pleasurable and I want my come in your pussy where it belongs.” I spin her around on the table, wishing I had a lazy Susan for all our activities. It would make things a lot easier. My wife served up for me on a spinning platter. I make a mental note to add that to my Christmas list, hoping this isn’t our last rodeo.
I dig my fingers into her hips, imprinting them into her flesh as I slide her ass to the edge of the table.
She sucks in a breath as I tug on the tie at her throat, bringing her to lips crashing against mine. This is how I remember our playtime. Her at my mercy and the only time she allowed me any real dominance in our relationship. Being married to a strong headed woman didn’t come without its challenges, but I was always proud to call her my wife. If exerting my power in the bedroom was all I got, I’d take it, relishing in having her as my fuck toy to boss around as I please, just like now.
Letting go of the tie at her neck, she falls back onto the table as if she’s boneless. I lift her legs, throwing them over my shoulders. Leaning over her to kiss her lips, she cries out.
“Alex, my legs. I can’t bend that way.”
“You’ll bend.” I use the tie at her throat to bind her wrists against her neck just because I like to see her tied up and at my mercy. “I’d like to see you tied up like this and wrapped in Christmas lights.
Her chest heaves. “You mean having me trussed up like a Christmas turkey isn’t enough for you?”
“Nothing with you will ever be enough, Merry.” With both her legs over my shoulder, I tease her entrance with the head of my dick.
“Alex,” she yells, her throat vibrating with a moan.
I kiss the inside of her knee as I hold her legs on either side of my head and push through her walls. Her warm sex welcoming me as I sink deep into her heat. “Fuck, Merry, you feel like home.” I pull out and push in again, pleasuring my woman at a leisurely pace.
Tonight, I want to take my time with her. I need to savour every moment, knowing our time is limited.
“Harder. Give it to me, don’t hold back.” She pleads with me, her eyes twinkling under the kitchen spotlights, her face smeared with makeup, but she’s never looked more beautiful, because tonight, she’s mine. All mine, but I no longer want her as my fuck toy. I just want her as my wife. Somewhere along the way, the lines have blurred, and I stopped playing the game. This is us now. Real life. And as I pound into her, it’s with all the love and devotion a husband has for the love of his life.
“Yes, harder, Alex.” She cries out again. “It’s like all my Christmases have come at once.”
I pound harder, hitting the spot she craves. “This is making up for the last twenty Christmases, where you left me alone.”
Her eyes flick open. She stares up at me with a parted mouth, panting and gasping for breath. “You never have to be alone again.”
I’m not sure what she means by that and I’m too incensed chasing my orgasm to think straight. I pull out and slam back into her, both of us moaning with our release like animals in the wild. Only it’s my love that’s been set free as I gaze down at my former wife laid bare before me. I know there’s no going back now. My heart’s been set free. Unlocked from its cage and it’s jumped right into her arms again.
“Take care of my heart, Merry.”
“Take care of mine.”
Light pours through a gap in the curtains, covering the double doors that lead out onto the balcony. My ex-wife stirs in my bed, nuzzling into my chest as if seeking my warmth.
I move the hair from her face, tracing the few freckles on her cheek that I charted many years ago like an astrologer maps out the stars in the sky.
“Is it morning already?” Her arm wraps around me, pulling her naked body flush with mine.
“Want me to get you some coffee?” If I don’t move now, I’m going to be fucking her again at this rate.
“Not yet. Stay in bed for a little longer.” She shuffles her body higher so her head’s on the pillow next to mine, our noses touching. “Hi.”
“Hey.” I press my lips to hers, needing to touch every part of her as my dick grows against her soft stomach. My fingers stroke the creases in her back, outlining every crevice and curve of her skin. “What are we doing, Merry?”
“Well, today we’re going to a rehearsal dinner before the big day tomorrow.”
I pull back slightly to look into her eyes. “I mean, what are we doing?”
“Enjoying each other’s company?”
My chest caves on an exhale. I don’t know what I thought she was going to say, but a small part of me hoped she’d say it was something more. “Is it my company or my dick you’re enjoying?”
A giggle bursts from her lips. “Well, they’re kind of attached. I think it’s the whole package. And you were definitely packing last night.”
I rock my pelvis into her. “I’m packing now. Waking up next to you is enough to give any man a serious case of morning wood.”
She hums as I kiss her neck. “Let me clean my teeth first.”
I grab a hold of her fleshy hips, keeping her in bed as she attempts to escape. “You’re not going anywhere.” Pinning her to the mattress, I roll on top. “You’re gonna need to clean more than your teeth by the time I’m finished with you.”
She spreads her legs, her pussy already slick as the tip of my dick slides through her folds with ease.
“And you’re staying in my bed from now on. I’ll have Blanche move all your stuff from the pool house in here.” If I only have until Boxing Day with this woman, I’m not wasting a second.
“Is that a good idea?” Her brow furrows as she gazes up at me, awaiting my reply.
I’m not an idiot. I know it’s a bad fucking idea. Already I’m getting attached, and it’s gonna kill me when she leaves. But if this is all we have, I’ll take it. A lifetime of misery is worth it for a night of passion with her to feel alive.
I continue to kiss her neck, moving to her collarbone. “Probably not a good idea. You’re gonna break my heart all over again, but I won’t be able to sleep, knowing you’re in the pool house when you should be in my bed.”
Her voice cracks. “You were the one who broke my heart, Alex.”
I freeze above her, gazing into her watery eyes. I want to put it back together, glue the broken pieces of mine with hers to make one whole heart. But I know this can’t last. Her life is in the UK and mine’s here. As much as we tried to make the long distance thing work before, it was no use. We were both left in pieces. I know I should have fought for her, but usually with Merry when her mind’s made up, there’s no changing it.
“Is it too late to fix it?” I hold my breath, desperately needing a glimmer of hope. But there’s nothing but sadness in her eyes.
“Dad?” Finn shouts from behind the bedroom door.
Merry’s eyes widen.
The door handle clicks. All the blood drains from Merry’s flushed face.
“Shit.” I climb off of her and turn around to Finn, frozen in the doorway.
Merry pulls the blanket over her head.
“What the fuck, Dad?” He holds a garment bag in front of his face to cover his eyes.
I jump out of the bed and grab a throw pillow to cover my boner, but it’s shrinking with each passing second, praying Finn hasn’t seen Merry. “What are you doing here?” Ushering him out of the bedroom, I close the door behind me to prevent him from seeing anything else.
He moves the garment bag from his face and then covers his eyes with his hand. “Can you please put some clothes on?” He thrusts the bag against my chest. “I only came to drop off your suit for the wedding.”
Blanche walks up the stairs, her eyes popping out of her head when she catches sight of me butt naked in the hall with only a throw pillow for modesty. She turns around as quickly as she came and heads back down the stairs.
“I can’t believe you’re disrespecting Mum like this,” Finn spits with a clenched jaw.
Fuck. I run a hand over my face in defeat. How can I tell him that this isn’t just fucking for me? I’m in love with his mum. I’ve never stopped loving my ex-wife. But he knows as well as I do that it didn’t work the first time around and it’s not gonna work a second time.
My only hope is that with the news of a grandchild, she’ll be visiting more often. Maybe casual sex is all we’ll ever have, but I’d never disrespect Merryssa.
“Did you really have to bring a girl back here while Mum’s in the pool house?” His jaw ticks as his eyes narrow.
I let out a sigh of relief. He thinks I have some random chick here. “Yeah, last night was pretty wild.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re back with Cordelia after she ran out on you.”
“I don’t even remember her name.” I scratch at the stubble on my face, trying to act cool and run with it. Anything to protect his mother’s dignity. “Where did you disappear to? You missed a great night.”
“You’re disgusting.” He spins around. “Make sure she’s gone before Mum wakes up. I’m not having things awkward with the two of you at my wedding.”
Finn stomps down the stairs, and I let out a sigh of relief and bang my head against the closed door. I train my ear to listen to his and Blanche’s conversation.
“I’m sorry for my father, Blanche.”
“Don’t be too hard on him, dear.”
“Did you know he has a woman up there? I can’t believe he would do this while Mum’s staying here. Have you seen Mum this morning?”
“Yes, she was going in the shower the last time I checked.”
My brow creases, wondering if Blanche is finally losing the plot.
They say goodbye and the front door opens and closes.
Entering my bedroom, Merry tiptoes across the carpet with my t-shirt on, barely covering her ass in what looks like my boxer shorts clinging to her like a second skin. “Has he gone?”
I nod and toss the suit bag onto a nearby chair and throw the cushion back onto the bed.
Merry places her hands on my chest and kisses me there. “Thank you for not outing me.”
“He already thinks I’m a jerk and an idiot. No need to have him think that of you as well.” I cup her face in my palms and press my lips to hers. “You’re playing a dangerous game wearing my clothes. You know it makes me feral.”
She giggles as I kiss down her neck, hoping we can pick up where we left off. “I think I left my things strewn all over the kitchen last night. And Blanche is down there cooking breakfast. You have to go and make sure the surfaces are clean.”
Fuck.
“And can you get my clothes? I don’t want to do the walk of shame with Blanche.”
I throw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and make my way downstairs to face the music with Blanche.
Gingerly, I step into the kitchen, searching the area for our clothes from last night. The red temptress dress is nowhere to be seen. Neither is my shirt and tie.
“Coffee?” Blanche says in a cheery tone.
“That’d be great. Thanks Blanche.”
“Will that be one or two cups to go?” Her grey eyebrow rises on one side.
“Er…” I scratch the back of my neck. “Just the one will be fine.” I wince, knowing I’m gonna have to come clean to Blanche about Merry, especially if I’m gonna move all her stuff into my room, but I’m too much of a coward to tell her the truth. Blanche was there when I went through my divorce. She won’t want to see me get hurt again. And if I continue on this path, getting hurt is the only thing I’m certain of.
I scan the area again, but it’s as if last night never happened.
“If you’re looking for your clothes, I put them in the washing machine.” She waves the coffee pot between us. “And don’t worry. I’ve wiped all the surfaces.” Her shoulders jiggle with a hearty chuckle.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve cleaned up afterwards, but?—”
“No buts. It’s about time you two admitted your feelings to each other.” She pours coffee into two mugs. “And you can tell her I’ve bagged her dress up for the dry cleaners. Couldn’t salvage her undergarments though, not even with my sewing skills.”
“You know?” I gulp air down my dry throat. I was sure Blanche would lecture me.
“I might be old, but there isn’t much that slips past me. You didn’t think I noticed how nervous you were before she flew out or how you jumped at the chance to collect her from the airport when Finn had to have some last-minute suit alterations, or how happy you’ve been since she moved into the pool house.” Blanche hands me my drink.
“It’s gonna make it harder when she goes, though, isn’t it?” I stare down into the black coffee swirling around in the mug like a vortex. It mirrors the whirl of emotions in my mind, drowning in a black sea of despair with no positive outcome.
“She’s definitely brightened this place up, that’s for sure. I’ll be sad to see her go myself.”
“I’ll be sad to leave.” Merry’s voice is barely a whisper from behind me.
I spin around to her tentatively entering the kitchen, wearing my robe.
Reaching out a hand, I grab the tie on the robe and tug her towards the breakfast bar. “If I had my way, I’d keep you here forever.”
Her cheeks flush and she glances over at Blanche. “Thank you for bagging up my dress for the cleaners.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Just how long were you listening back there?”
“Long enough.” Her smile reaches her eyes. “I was nervous about coming here, too. It’s been too long since we’ve seen each other in the flesh.”
Blanche slides another coffee onto the counter and dabs her eyes. “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to see the two of you together again.”
I know Blanche’s tears are happy ones, but this state of euphoria won’t last and come Boxing Day, Marry’s going back to her life in London and the house will go back to how it was before, just an empty shell where I sleep at night. But somehow, with Merry here, she’s turned it into a home.