Chapter 39
Oliver
“What a beautiful wedding,” Londyn sighed, twirling dreamily. The elegant, formal gown of silvery blue clung to her delicious body when she came to a stop and leaned against the low stone wall. This part of the terrace overlooked the gardens where Kingston and Ava had exchanged their vows earlier that evening.
Oliver found it hard to look away. The moonlight reflected off his wife as if jealous of her inner glow. It dipped over her skin, caressing the hollows and highlighting the curves.
Oliver smiled, appreciating that Londyn had already downed two glasses of champagne and was a little tipsy. After giving the toasts as best man and matron of honor, he’d led her to this corner of the expansive terrace. The strains of the band playing in the great hall were barely audible here. Sweeping Londyn into his arms, he spun her about as she laughed in delight.
“I want to give you the same experience, Londyn. I want to see you in a beautiful wedding dress. I want the world to watch me take you as my wife. To hear me say the words that bind me to you forever. Will you let me do that?” Oliver asked with deadly seriousness. His little wife was so damned gorgeous that sometimes it hurt to look at her. It made him feel unhinged and crazy, knowing this girl was his. “I want to give you that moment of walking down the aisle and hearing the whispers of everyone admiring how stunning you look in white. I stole that from you. I wish I could go back and do it differently so you would have a memory you can always cherish. But I can’t. So, I’ll give you a new memory. If you let me.”
Londyn’s features lit up. “I don’t need those things, Oliver. I already have you; that’s enough,” she said softly, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him. “But it is very sweet of you to offer.”
“It’s a selfish demand, really. I want photos of your face and reaction as I promise to love and cherish you. I want something I can look back on and remember the day I made you mine.”
“But I’ve always been yours,” Londyn whispered, swaying with the movement of his body as they slowly began to dance. “A photo won’t change that. My heart knew it was yours the moment I saw you.”
“A wedding is the least of what I will give you, Londyn. I want you to finish school and get your degree. Not because I think you should, but because you want to do it for yourself. I want to marry you with everyone watching. And someday, I want to watch you grow big with our baby in your belly.” Oliver was adamant. These were things he could do for her. He could make her every wish come true, even those she didn’t know she wanted.
“I would love to get my degree. But how would that work? I’d have to attend classes, and I never want to be separated from you.”
“I’ll buy us a house down in Nashville. We’ll live there while you finish school. I’ll cook dinner for you every day, do all shopping, hire someone to do the cleaning…”
Londyn laughed, “You’ll do the cooking, huh?”
Oliver’s smile was sheepish. “Well, I can manage grilled cheese sandwiches, at least. And scrambled eggs. Maybe we should just plan on eating out a lot.”
“A baby would be nice. One day.” She trailed her finger over a lock of dark hair as it fell into his eyes. The scar on his temple from the accident was not visible to anyone else, but Londyn knew it was there. When she touched it so carefully, so full of tenderness and love, Oliver could not help but lean into her touch, his eyes closing in contentment.
“I’ll give you anything in this world, dove. Anything you want,” he swore. “You only need to ask.”
“Anything?” she breathed, kissing him again, her lips teasing his until he groaned with desperate lust. “Will you attach the leash you’ve hidden away to my collar? Will you spank me if I disobey you? Will you fuck me until nothing matters but how good you make me feel? Will you make love to me until the sun comes up? I’ve missed you so terribly, Oliver. You’ve kept me at arm’s length for a month. Ever since you rescued me… and I’m tired of waiting for you to take what is yours.”
Oliver’s arms tightened around her at the reminder of what Londyn endured. She had suffered a few nightmares since that day, and he was there to hold her through the aftermath of those dark nights.
As far as the world knew, Diamond Lake Ranch suffered a gas leak and subsequent explosion. It destroyed the complex and killed many of the people staying there, including several members of law enforcement attending a retreat. It was a cover story. One that kept many wealthy and corrupt people from having to answer too many probing questions. It quickly faded from the headlines and was now just a manufactured tragedy where only a few knew the truth.
“I wanted to give you space. Wait until you are ready. Don’t think for an instant that I haven’t been going crazy, Londyn. Waiting for you to want me as desperately as I want you is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Restraint is not in my nature, but for you, I can wait as long as you want me to.”
“I always want you, Oliver. Even when you are cruel and heartless, I crave the things you do to me,” she confessed shyly, peeking up at him to see his reaction. “I love the way you make me feel. I love the darkness that overwhelms me and how you carefully hold me when it’s over. I love how you tremble on the edge of control and how it scares me and thrills me. It’s addictive, and because of you, I always want more.”
Hooking her diamond choker with his index finger, Oliver smiled at her. “If I bent you over this stone wall and fucked you right here, anyone might see us. Would you try and stop me, little wife?”
Londyn’s cheeks flushed pink, but a calculating gleam darkened her gray eyes. Her chin tilted, and Oliver’s dick hardened when he recognized she was deliberately taunting him. “Maybe. I don’t know. Do you think it will be that easy bending me to your will?”
Oliver took her words as a direct challenge to his authority. “I think with the proper punishment, I can accomplish anything I want to with you, Mrs. Winter. Shall we test it and see?”
“It might help with my insubordination, Sir.” She glanced around the terrace, assuring herself they were alone, before flashing him a cheeky grin. “Should I get down on my knees first or?—?”
He cut her off with a hand wrapped around the slim column of her throat, squeezing until she moaned in greedy acceptance and sank helplessly against his body. Her hands braced themselves against his broad chest. Every muscle he possessed tightened with desire when she shivered and licked her full, pink lips.
Brushing his mouth against her ear, he murmured, “While you do look pretty sucking my cock, I prefer you spreadeagled and tied to my bed.” He bit her earlobe until she squealed. “I want to taste my wife’s sweet, tight pussy for as long as I like before I fuck her senseless.”
Londyn nodded the best she could with his hand encircling her throat. When he finally released her, his brow arching in question to her next move, she readily took his hand and followed him inside the mansion.
Oliver skillfully avoided the wedding guests as he led her up a back staircase to their private wing. Once inside their bedroom, a huge room decorated in shades of gray and black, he quickly pulled the items he needed from a dresser drawer, then stripped Londyn’s clothes from her. She stood nude before him, beautiful and unashamed, clad only in silver Dior heels and her jewelry. Her lips twitched with a nearly invisible smile when she saw what he held in his hand.
Clipping the diamond-encrusted leash to her choker, Oliver gave it a sharp tug, guiding her to the bed.
“That kind of brattish behavior will always earn you a punishment.”
“Really?” she replied, her voice husky with longing. “I’ll remember that in the future.”
Oliver let out a sharp laugh. “Manipulating me to get what you want is a terrible idea, little wife.”
“Is it? Maybe you should teach me a lesson,” she crooned in response.
Oliver bit his bottom lip. He was going to fucking combust on the spot if she persisted in misbehaving. There was only one way to deal with this sort of behavior, and the end result would be pleasurable for both of them.
“Lean over the bed, dove, and spread your legs for me. Let me see what is mine.”
Londyn quickly obeyed, her arms stretching toward either side of the bed, her thighs separating so he could see her cunt glistening for him.
“Good girl,” he murmured, running a hand over her smooth buttocks.
She wiggled back and forth in anticipation. “Oliver, please. I need you. Don’t tease me. It’s been too long since I’ve felt you inside me.”
“You don’t dictate what happens here, wife. I’m in control. Do you understand? Or should I retrieve my belt and help to clarify it?”
When she did not respond quickly enough, he slapped one rounded ass cheek. She groaned, spreading her legs wider for him. “Yes, Sir. Whatever you think will teach me a lesson, Sir.”
“Jesus, I think I’ve created a monster,” he breathed, trying to conceal a grin of satisfaction before continuing sternly, “Using those reverse psychology methods won’t work on me, Londyn. Best that you remember that.” Peeling away the various pieces of his dark-gray suit, Oliver leaned over Londyn once he was naked. He traced the tattoo down her spine with the tip of his finger until she shuddered. Then, with the tip of his tongue, he outlined every letter of each word until she squirmed beneath him and panted into the comforter.
Sinking to the floor behind her, Oliver held the end of the leash while spreading her pussy with his fingers. He slapped the end of the leather against the tender flesh once, laughing at her surprised yelp before covering her pussy with his mouth and leisurely teasing her clit with his tongue. She flooded his mouth with her arousal, a moan escaping her as she rocked against him, frustrated she could do no more in her position, sprawled across the bed as she was.
“Oliver, for fuck’s sake. Please fuck me,” she breathlessly demanded, which earned her two quick strikes of the leash to her ass cheeks. She groaned in response, dropping her head into the covers to muffle the sound. Her pussy was drenched, and Oliver couldn’t resist shoving two fingers inside her, roughly fucking her until she was breathing hard and on the edge of coming.
“Hmm. I’m not sure if I should spank you with this leash or fuck you with it wrapped around your pretty neck.”
“Both?” Londyn offered, raising her head to glance back at him over her shoulder. Her eyes flashed with impertinence. “I think both are warranted, don’t you? Insubordination will not be tolerated. Do you remember telling me that once?”
“Oh, I remember but you need to learn patience, sweet wife. Patience.” He chuckled at the impatient nature of her tone. “I’ve got all night and the rest of our lives to satisfy your every need.” Withdrawing his fingers from her tight pussy, he made sure she watched as he licked them clean. “And tomorrow, well, tomorrow, I’ll introduce you to the dungeons here at The Den. I’ll tie you up, maybe place a vibrating plug up this sweet little ass and fill your pussy with my cock. I’ll enjoy making you come so many times that you’ll feel me for days after.”
Londyn groaned in almost comical frustration at the filthy suggestion and suddenly rolled onto her back, reaching for Oliver and pulling him up from where he knelt.
He allowed it, flipping her around until she was draped over the top of him as he laid back on the bed.
Her gray eyes glittered with helpless arousal as her delicate fingers traced the dove tattoo emblazoned across his heart. “Boss me around later. I’ll let you do whatever you want. Right now, I want my husband to make love to me. Make me see stars, Oliver. Remind me that I’m yours and you are mine. Remind me that you love me because I love you with all my heart and soul.”
Oliver tugged the leash until her head lowered. He kissed her wildly, fiercely until she melted over him, her eyes shiny with tears and adoration. What swirled around inside him was almost too big to endure. It illuminated him from the inside out. It made him stupid. Foolish. Incredibly happy. Content with who he was and where he was. And all because this dazzling girl holding him so tightly had decided a villain’s soul could be redeemed and loved.
“You’ve earned yourself a real spanking later, but for now, I will give my wife exactly what she wants.” Oliver kissed Londyn again, slowly and more deliberately until they were both breathless and needy. Her thighs spread over the tops of his, straddling him so he could surge up inside her. His piercings rubbed all the right places, and it sent him soaring when her body clenched around his cock.
Pushing her upright so her legs bracketed his hips, he pinched her nipples until she gasped with pleasure, her hand splayed across his chest as he encouraged her to ride him. He thrust upward every time she ground her pelvis over his, moving inside her, stoking their desire until it flamed as brightly and as hot as the sun.
With her fingers, Londyn traced the word tattooed above his groin where their bodies merged, silently promising to be his forever. When their climaxes hit simultaneously, leaving them both crying out in satisfaction, Oliver used the leash to tug her back down until she sprawled across him. He pressed kisses to her mouth, breathing in her little pants and her whimpers of delight.
“I love you, Oliver,” Londyn breathed, cradling his face in her hands and staring deep into his soul. A sweet smile curved her lips when she saw tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.
“And I love you, Londyn Juliette Winter,” Oliver whispered, crushing her close. He’d never grow tired of hearing those words from her, nor of repeating them back. “I will love you until there is nothing left of me but dust.”
THE END