Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
CHRISTIAN
L ike the pathetically eager fuckboy I am, I arrive at Starling’s at four-thirty and have to kill fifteen minutes driving the backroads around her house. I park a little farther away than I planned to kill the last fifteen and arrive at her back gate just as the evening air is starting to cool.
I lift my hand to knock on the gate, but it opens before my knuckles make contact, revealing Starling in her princess dress.
Instantly, I’m hard, the memories of all the things we did the last time she wore that dress rushing back.
Not that they had far to go to be at the front of my mind…
I’ve been replaying every moment of our time in bed together all day, fighting the urge to jerk off in the name of saving myself for my naughty little wife.
“Hello, good husband,” she says, sounding breathless and looking so convincingly guilty that I know tonight is going to be another damned good time. Maybe even better than last night since we won’t have the added weight and gravity of it being her first time. “I’m so glad you’re home. I’ve missed you.”
“And I’ve missed you, wife.” I try to move into the yard only for her to press a hand to my chest.
“Wait, I…” She swallows and casts a quick glance over her shoulder before running a hand over her mussed hair. “There was a bad smell in the house. I burnt the bread. We should give it a moment to air out before we go in for supper.”
I narrow my gaze on hers. “You burnt the bread? Or have you had a visitor while I was away? A visitor you don’t want me to see as he runs out our window?”
She gulps and flutters her lashes. “No, husband. Of course, not!”
I intensify my glare. “That’s not what the rest of the village said on my way here. They said you’d taken a lover behind my back.”
She shakes her head harder. “No! I would never betray you. Never.”
I loop my arm around her waist, pulling her slowly against me as I ask, “So if I were to strip you naked right now, wife, and smell your sweet flesh, I wouldn’t catch the scent of another man on your skin?” I dip my head, dragging my lips over her cheek, down her jaw to her neck. “Do you think I’m a fool, woman?” I whisper by her ear. “I can smell him on you now. You’re a liar and you’re about to be taught a lesson about what happens to filthy little whores.”
She pulls back, her hands braced on my chest and her breath coming faster as she whispers, “I’m not a whore. I didn’t take anything from the man. I did it for pleasure, not money.”
“So, you’re a slut then?” I ask, backing her across the grass and shutting the gate behind us.
She nods slowly, a grin twitching at her lips. “I am, husband. I’m a filthy little slut. I know I am because I already want more cock.” Her lashes drop seductively. “But this time, I want yours.”
“I won’t be gentle with you, wife,” I warn, gripping her ass hard through her skirts. I drag her against where I’m about to rip a hole in the khaki pants I wore with the Ren Faire costume this time. “I intend to remind you who you belong to.”
She nods, her breasts rising and falling above her corset, making me understand the phrase “heaving bosoms” for the first time. “Yes, husband. It’s the only way I’ll learn to be faithful. You must punish me with pleasure and make me come on your fat cock again and again.”
Before I make a conscious decision to grab her, I’ve tossed my naughty little wife over my shoulder and am moving quickly toward the shed. I’m not sure what I expect to find there, but it isn’t an inviting space with a pillow-covered bed, a wingback chair and footstool, and a table set with snacks and a bottle of champagne. There’s also what looks like a yoga and exercise area near the washer and utility sink in the far corner, but it’s mostly hidden behind an old fireplace screen, and the setting is still way more authentic than I imagined it would be.
And that footstool is exactly what I need.
I set Starling back on her feet just long enough to perch on the stool, then drag her across my thighs. She lets out a surprised bleat, followed by a gasp as I begin to lift her skirts. “Husband, no, don’t spank me. I’m not a child.”
“No, you’re my wife, my property, and I’ll do as I see fit with your sweet ass,” I say, brows shooting up as I uncover her bottom to find it bare. “Where are your underthings, wife?”
“I gave them to my lover,” she whispers, a tremble in her voice, I hope is due to excitement not any worry that I’ll actually hurt her. “I wanted him to have something to remember me by.”
“I’ll give you something to remember me by, slut,” I counter, adding beneath my breath. “If you want to stop at any time just stay Kyle is a dumb turkey, okay?”
“I don’t ever want to stop, and I have no idea who Kyle is,” she responds without missing a beat. “My lover’s name was James, and he was lovely. His cock filled me so perfectly, I’ll never forget it.”
“Vicious woman,” I say, smoothing my hand over her bare ass, sending another shiver through her body. “You rip my heart out with your words. Punishing you will truly be a pleasure.”
I bring my hand down on her right butt cheek and then the left in quick succession, summoning a sharp cry from her lips. “That’s right, woman. Take your punishment. It’s what you deserve, to have your little ass reddened by your husband.”
I spank her several more times—not enough to cause any real pain, just enough to draw the blood to the surface—then slide my fingers between her thighs, unable to fight back a smile when I feel how wet she already is.
“Dirty little girl,” I say, stroking two fingers into her pussy, making her moan. “You like being turned over my knee.”
“I do, husband,” she says, squirming against my hand. “I like it when you tell me what a dirty girl I am and spank my bottom.”
“Then let’s see how you like this,” I say, withdrawing my fingers as I order her to, “Spread your legs. Wide. Wider, wife, I want to see your shameless cunt.” She obeys, a turned-on sound escaping her lips as I use that “c” word she likes so much. Then I deliver a single sharp smack to her pussy, being sure to strike her clit while I’m at it, and her moan becomes a cry of raw desire so intense I lose time for a moment.
When I come back into my body, I have Starling bent over the bed with her legs on the floor, leaning over her as I fuck her with my fingers from behind. “Are you ready for my cock, wife? Are you ready to feel every inch of your husband inside you?”
“Yes, please, yes,” she begs, wiggling against my fingers. “I want you so much. I need you, husband.”
I’ve never gotten a condom on so fast. Then I lean back over her, quickly working on the various ties and buttons holding the complicated top half of her clothing in place. But I’m too turned on to wait long enough to strip her out of the various layers. I simply loosen them enough to bare her breasts above the top of her corset, then grip both her gorgeous tits tight in my hands.
“These are mine. You are mine,” I growl against her neck as I roll her tight nipple between my fingers, making her moan louder. “Tell me you belong to me wife. That your breasts and your ass and this sweet pussy I’m about to fuck are mine. Tell me you’ll never let another man touch you again.”
“Never again,” she begs, writhing beneath me. “Please, just fuck me, husband. Please, take me. Please.”
I reach down just long enough to fit my cock to her pussy and then return both hands to her breasts as I push forward. I try to go slow, to remember she’s sore, but she slams her hips back, again and again, giving me no choice but to give her what she’s asking for.
I ride her hard and deep as I play with her nipples, letting every filthy thing I thought about saying today spill out of my mouth. And Starling gives as good as she gets, matching me filth for filth as she tells me how much she loves getting fucked hard by her husband right after getting it hard from her serving boy.
We come within seconds of each other, making obscenely loud sex sounds that make me glad she lives on the outskirts of town and her closest neighbor is a half mile away.
After taking a few moments to catch my breath, I kiss her cheek and say, “Going to get rid of condom, sexy.”
“Okay,” she says, making a sad sound as I leave her. “I miss your cock already.”
I grin over my shoulder as she moves to sit on the bed, a cute little pout on her face. “Yeah? Should I try to make it last longer next time?”
“No, it was perfect,” she says, picking at a loose thread on the comforter. “But we didn’t even get to take all our clothes off. That doesn’t seem right. Maybe after we have something to eat, we should…try again?”
Tossing the condom in the trash bin by the utility sink, I ask as I wash my hands, “Same roles? Or something different?”
She bites her lip, her eyes lighting up as her beautifully wicked mind begins to whirl. “Something different! Maybe we’re still married, but you’re coming home from war? Maybe I thought you were dead, but you’re not and we’re both so grateful to be together again?”
“Love it,” I say, nodding toward the table. “But first, cheese?”
Pulling her dress back into place, she rises from the table. “Absolutely. Sex always makes me hungry.”
“Always?” I arch a brow as I join her.
“Yes, always,” she shoots back with a haughty lift of her chin. “I ate an entire container of air popped truffle popcorn when I got home last night. And right now, I’m so hungry I’m going to fight you for the butt piece of the bread.”
“You can have it,” I say, grinning as I begin to fill my plate. “I don’t like the butt piece.”
“Oh good.” She beams as she peels an orange. “That works out perfectly, then.”
It does work out perfectly. Everything I do with Starling feels perfect, and when we embark on our second round of grown-up playtime after dinner, I fall into my new role as her long-lost love as easily as I did the others.
But this time, the emotion filling my chest as I tell her how much I’ve missed her feels like so much more than pretend.
I have missed her. Not just since last night, but for years and years before. I might not have known how amazing we would be together, but deep down I knew I wanted something like this, someone like her .
No, not like her. No one could ever be like her.
Starling is one of a kind, one in a million, a force of nature who excels at anything she sets her mind to.
“Never doubt how incredible you are,” I murmur into her wild hair afterward, when she’s lying on my chest as we listen to the rain patter on the roof of the shed. “You’re amazing, in bed and out of it.”
She lifts her head, her eyes in the dim candlelight from the table. “You really mean that?”
“With every fiber of my being,” I promise, and then I kiss her with every piece of my heart and try not to think about how much I want this incredible girl to be mine for a hell of a lot longer than a month.