13. Sing
Chapter thirteen
Sing
" I didn't know you could sing," I whisper against her lips. I hum a few bars of the tune she'd sang in her drugged state last night right before we said 'I do.'
Chuckling, I seal my mouth over hers cutting off her own laughter momentarily. She arches, pressing her breasts into my chest and I groan, loving how soft and pliable she is. She runs her knee up my side, rubbing her curvy thighs against my skin and molding herself harder to me.
"Make love to me King," she whispers, taking my lips in a harsh kiss and gripping my hair desperately. "I want you to fuck me, and I don't want you to be gentle about it either."
My heart pounds as I notch the tip of my dick to her pussy and press her hair to my nose with one hand, inhaling her into me, getting ready to thrust into Isobel's warm, soft body. We're kissing, laughing, enjoying each other. She's running her hands down my back, gripping my ass trying to hurry me up, but I'm taking my time drawing out her anticipation, plumping her heavy breast in my hand and bending down to take a straining nipple between my lips right as cold water splashes on my face.
I startle awake, ripped out of a insanely hot sex dream.
Confused and thrown off guard, I sit straight up and jerk the covers off, struggling to fully come to the present. I'm busy wiping the water out of my face when I hear her bratty voice.
"Time to get up!"
I groan, whipping my head to the side and then clock her standing about five feet away in a demure purple robe, barefoot, and she's pissed.
What else is new?
I'm breathing hard. Praying for calm, trying not to absolutely lose it because I have never been woken up like this before, when Isobel narrows her eyes and proceeds to finish tossing the last quart of water that's still sloshing around in the bottom of the vase that didn't come out with the first toss.
I turn my head to the side and throw up my arm to attempt to keep it from getting on my face again, but it still drenches me regardless. Snapping my head back to face her, I get off the bed, ignoring the water dripping off me and to the floor.
With a small grunt she tosses the vase to the side, and for a few seconds we just stare at each other murderously. She ignores my irate expression however, and breathing hard she points a finger at me. Her lips are tight as she tilts her head and pins me with a stare that's a challenge I'm all too happy to accept.
"You get your fucking ass over to Marianne right now and tell her to give me a fucking bra and panties- ahhhhh!" She shrieks as I lunge across the space between us, but she turns quick and makes it to the doorway, trying to shut it on me before I get there.
My momentum was such that I bounce off it with my arm before I yank it back open, the crash of the door against the wall making me even more pissed that the once pristine state of the room now no doubt has drywall damage. She's sprinting as fast as she can so, ignoring my nudity, I continue to tear after her.
She manages to make it into the hallway before I catch her and just like in the limo I tackle her ass hard , much harder than I did before, and we roll. We twist around each other in a chaotic pile of flailing limbs, flying copper hair, and a slew of curse words that are so bad I have half a mind to drag her to the bathroom and wash her mouth out with soap.
"Give me some fucking underwear!" she screams so hard her face is bright red but she still carries on, bucking under me and trying to get me off her.
But I'm much stronger than her, so I grab her by the hair, locking my hand down hard against her scalp. In an interesting turn of events she stills completely as a vicious guttural moan escapes from her throat that I promise I'm going to be doing my best in the future to make her make that sound while I'm fucking her.
I don't care how hard I need to slam into her the next time I fuck her, she will be treating me with that sound again.
"We're walking." I say calmly, waiting until she gets ahold of her self before beginning to move.
Rising fluidly to my feet I keep her head low so she's forced to crawl back towards the bedroom next to me on her hands and knees. Sweetie runs next to us, making a warning growling noise.
"You want to act like a fucking wild animal , then you're going to be treated like one!" I wince, panting because she elbowed me hard in the center of my chest, making me feel like my lungs collapsed. She hits like a fucking man. And though it's surprising how much of a turn on that is for me, I've resigned myself to be dealing with her with a slightly firmer hand than what I'd originally planned.
"Get the fuck out of my hallway Xavier," I yell when I see Xavier come around the corner. He pivots on his heel and then disappears.
"King- Hendrix , l-let go!" she gasps, whimpering as I continue to drag her through the bedroom door all the way across the expansive rug and back into her bedroom where I slam the door making sure Sweetie is on the other side.
Dismissing Isobel's pleading, I haul her trembling and whimpering up to her knees. "Climb on the bed," I snap. Standing there patiently I grit my teeth as my erection jerks and thickens to full extent at taking control over her like this.
"No-King, please don't. Not like this. Wait!" she begs, trying to tug against my hair but I tighten my fingers harder in her coppery strands.
I bend to her level, showing her how serious I am. "Oh honey, as badly as I want to fuck you right now, my desire to punish you is much, much more," I say harshly. She squeals as I haul her up and place her into the bed, on my side of the bed, right over the wet spot from where she threw her water at me. "Now, I'm about to show you what happens to you when you can't control yourself around me."
And with that, I shove her face down into the wet spot and rub her in it nice and hard.
The fact that I'm also rubbing her into my scent, where I know I've slept all night, makes precum leak out of my aching cock.
Isobel yells, her voice muffled by the bed as I hold her tight against it. Her hands scramble against the sheets, and her arms fly back trying to fight me.
"Doesn't feel good, huh? Oh well, sorry about that, because we're not done." I lower my free hand and pull her robe up her thighs, flipping the fabric over her round ass, exposing her creamy dark skin to my gaze.
She goes still, panting harshly and staring up at me with a wild look in her eyes.
I tilt my head, wondering if she likes this. My face tightens on a grimace as I bring my hand down hard onto her left ass cheek, letting out an exhale at the sharp crack that fills the air and the pain that radiates across my palm. As she screams out in shock I inhale the scent of her indignation, tasting a small lick of desire in the air that makes me feral.
I want to sink my teeth into her, but for now my hand will have to do. And I don't plan on taking it easy on her, no, she needs to learn her lesson.
I bring my hand down hard, over and over again. Alternating ass cheeks and ignoring her high pitched screaming. "Fucking need your ass whooped."
Two more cracks.
"Slapping me."
Her hands fly back in an attempt to block me, but I slap them away and keep my blows steady.
Four sharp cracks. The screaming morphs into a whimper that almost does me in. She's shuffling to the side on her knees trying to escape me, but I just flex my fingers against the side of her face and move right along with her. Climbing onto the bed.
"Kicking me in the balls."
Three sharp cracks now, and she screams again hoarsely before turning it into a wail. I wait until she's done and then take a deep breath. "Now you're throwing water on me while I'm sleeping? It's almost like you want me to discipline you. Is that what you want, huh? You brat." I lean over, getting her face completely in my vision.
Her lips are pressed tight together, tears are swimming in defiant eyes, and the color is high on her face. Her lips look swollen from how I rubbed her face into the sheets, and they're parted, letting short pants escape between them. Curiously, I lean back and look down at her ass and I tighten my own lips.
My nostrils flare as her scent has gotten noticeably stronger, and I just need to know.
I put my free hand in between her legs and spread the lips of her sex, seeing the moisture shining there, letting me know that she likes this.
"Are you turned on?" I ask, putting my eyes to hers.
"No," she grits out in a blatant lie.
I don't know if it's pain per se, how I'm speaking to her, or how roughly I'm treating her, but she's turned on. And I make it my mission to dig through Isobel until I get through the white meat and hit bone. I want to flay her from the inside out until I know and understand all of her secrets, wants, and desires.
But I'm going to need her to want it.
As if she heard my thoughts her hips push back just a little and sway. Taunting me. A muscle ticks in my cheek as I snap my eyes back to hers.
"Oh no, Isobel King. I'm not going to fucking give you what you want. You're going to beg me to fuck you the next time, you feisty, little demon! And your begging had better be worthy of the fuck I'm going to force you to endure. I. Know. That. Or, you're going to be screaming the entire time." I let her hair go, staring down my nose as she falls flat on the bed.
Isobel gasps, holding her hands to her ass and rubbing as she moans, turning her face into the pillow. "I want some underwear-" she moans, continuing to rub her ass as she whimpers into the pillow.
"You'll get some underwear when I tell you you can have it," I snarl down at her. I step off the bed and ignore the pain in my groin from denying myself the pleasure of her body. The absolute heaven that I know she could grant me with a word, or even a fucking look if she so chose to. I speak up over her whimpering. "Now, I'm having company over today. I want you to act like you've got some sense, and if you do , I will give you access to your intimates drawer."
"Am I meeting them?" Her voice trembles.
"No." My tone is short and to the point.
"And if I don't?" she says quietly, looking at me up from her still prone position on the bed. "If I don't act like how you want?"
She takes a deep shuddering breath, pressing her cheek into the bed. I lean down, getting level with her eyes and letting her know I'm serious. A thick curl falls in front of her face, and as she breathes it puffs out before falling back down. I push it gently to the side, pressing my palm to her cheek.
"Then my hand is going to keep getting firmer and firmer until we figure out just how hard you can take it before you break for me."
Subdued for now, she squeezes her eyes shut on a hiccuping sob. Letting her go, I straighten back up and turn, making my way to my bedroom, opening the door to let Xavier in to keep an eye on Isobel, and head to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed.
I stride around the bend to the great foyer, smiling brightly at the sight of my best friend of twenty-five years. His security detail has stationed himself at the perimeter of the room, I walk past them nonchalantly.
"Micah Taylor!" I chuckle, holding my arms out as he turns around and spots me. He'd been staring at the expansive library situated off the foyer and I relent to giving him what he wants, hoping it'll soften him up for the news that I'm going to give him. "Welcome back to New York, my friend."
We greet each other warmly with a pat on the back and one-armed brotherly hug.
"Hendrix, how are you, my man?" Micah steps back and I take in his tall broad, form. Warmth fills me at the sight of his darker melanated skin, perfectly lined goatee and deep chocolate eyes. Wise for his years.
He always has been.
He joined the military and climbed ranks so high he gained access to the White House and is now an advisor to the President. Has even met the queen. Man lives well, and the fact that he turns a blind eye to my families tastes gives me more respect for him because he told me before that he can tell that we're good people. And the second we stop being good people is the minute he'll sing like a canary.
We've kept each other accountable and honest all these years of our friendship. Though that's not to say our friendship hasn't had its tests.
My boy cheated on his wife after eight years of marriage, and that was something that almost cost us our friendship. I am always careful about who I let into my inner circle, and their values, but part of my values includes giving second chances. So, we sat down and had a manly heart to heart after I knocked some sense into him. Got him to see the error of his ways, him and his wife got into counseling, and now they're going on thirteen years of marriage .
"I'm doing well, thank you. Got married last night." I step back, and eye him carefully. Looking for any sign of disingenousness in his eyes but I see none, which makes my shoulders relax. I exhale a deep breath, feeling my chest loosen with worry I wasn't even aware I was holding onto.
"Ohhh." Micah makes a deep sound in his throat and rocks back on his heels. He flits squinted eyes up my body. "And you're alive? Hm. Maybe she's not as feisty as you made her out to be."
I give him a wicked grin, and turn, placing my arm around his shoulders. "Oh boy, do I have so much to catch up with you about. But first, how's Victoria and the boys?" I listen intently as he fills me in on how his three teenaged boys are doing in school and sports while we walk side by side to the formal sitting room.
"I'm glad to hear things are going well, man." I smile as I walk to my drinks station where I pour him and I a scotch. My palm burns, forcing me to flex my hand against the tightness left over from Isobel's spanking. I bring him his drink. "You want the honest truth or do you want the nice, glazed over answer?"
Micah eyes me curiously. "Henny, you already know I want the truth. What's the deal?"
I sit back and suck in a breath, relaxing against my chair and swallow some scotch before putting it down on the coaster with a clink. Clearing my throat I tilt my head to look at him. "You can't see her because she's literally hell on fucking wheels at the moment. She's not just feisty, she's the fucking she-devil herself. I swear she's possessed with something."
I walk him through it from the beginning up until the events from this morning, leaving out the fact that she was turned on by me spanking her- based on the amount of arousal that was coating her pretty, dark pink pussy this morning .
God, I would have killed for a taste.
Fighting back my erection, I adjust myself in my seat and ignore Micah trying to stare into my soul.
"So, why did you take her and force her to marry you then if she's such trouble?"
I pause for a moment and let him see how serious I am. "I'm in love with her, Micah. That's why."
Micah whistles and leans forward, putting his elbows on his knees and pinning me with a look that has put the fear of God in many a United States enemy.
"Brother," he pauses and I watch his facial expression carefully, seeing his brow furrow slightly in his seriousness. "In all the years I've known you I have never heard you say you loved anyone." I nod, putting my ankle over my knee and grunting because he's right. I never had before. "Sooo," Micah sits back and rubs his hand down his goatee thoughtfully. "How long you going to play house with a woman who you make it seem like might attempt to kill you in your sleep one day?" He breaks out into full bodied deep laughter that does much to warm my soul.
I join him with a chuckle of my own and shake my head. "We're not playing anything, Micah. We're really married, and she's my wife in every sense of the word."
"So she's fucking you too?"
"Not exactly, I told her next time she was going to beg me for it. I'm not fucking her again until then."
He gives me a little grunt. "Well, let's not hope you're old and senile by the time you get another chance to sink your dick into someone." Micah chuckles and I shake my head on a short laugh.
"Nah, I gave her a taste so she'll start to crave it, eventually. "
"Welp, sounds like you got it under control." Micah stands up. "It's been fun, my friend, but I gotta go. Got a flight to catch to Virginia."
I stand as well, taking his glass and putting it to the side. "Okay next time though, don't take so long to come visit me."
"Sure, sure. Let me just tell the leader of our free world that I need extra time off. See how he likes it."
We both laugh, because Micah loves his job and would never.
"Feel free to use the King Dynasty get out of jail free card if you need to."
Micah shakes his head and clasps my forearm in a tight grip. "Look man, before I go can I grab that first edition book you promised me the last time I was here?"
"Hey, you go get what you want. I have to pop into my study for your papers and I'll meet you back at the foyer in a bit to say goodbye." I hit him with a stern look. "And don't be stealing nothing from me. I got my shit organized and filed away into a database. Finally got the fucker classified as an actual library so watch your sticky fingers, brother."
We share a laugh as we walk out into the hallway, ribbing each other about the good old days when we would literally compete almost to the death to see who could get better grades. Our personal competition was so vicious that at the end of a six year streak he came on top as our high school valedictorian by a fraction of a GPA point.
We split, and I make the longer journey to my office. I consider moving it as I'm probably going to want to expand it to include space for Isobel.
I'm quickly lost in thoughts of us merging our businesses as a team, flicking through my files to find the architectural drawings I did for a home I just designed for Micah when it hits me. Maybe she could take him on as a client to decorate it. Finding what I need I slap the folder against my smarting hand, happy to give Isobel something that I hope will appease her and soothe the sting of the spanking I gave her earlier this morning.
Even if she deserves it, I want to let her know that my anger can cool just as quickly as it rises.