46. Katrinia
46
Katrinia
C ooper hasn’t touched me in months. He’s too afraid of hurting me. Treating me like a porcelain doll, even though my doctor said it was time and that it would be good for me to start reintroducing day to day physical activities weeks ago.
What’s more physical than fucking my husband?
When I tried to walk into the tattoo shop Cooper kicked me out. Told me to go home and rest.
When I tried to unload the dishwasher after dinner he shoved me out of the kitchen and told me to lay down.
I’m tired of resting and I’m bored of laying down.
I tried to put on my own coat and carry our leftovers home after dinner and he acted like I committed some cardinal sin against him. It’s gotten to the point where I can’t even bathe or shower alone. He will wash my hair and scrub my body but does he touch me during that time? No. Even though I can see that he wants to.
It’s just a tease and I’m going crazy.
Cooper has been treating me like I’m some broken piece of china when I feel stronger and more powerful than ever. I survived for fucking Christ sakes.
“I feel like we lost our groove and I just don’t know what to do.” I confess to Willow who is supplying me with wine like it’s the prohibition.
“Well kitty Kat lets see what the cards have to say.” She stops shuffling the tarot cards in her hands and flips a card down on the table.
First we have the reversed ace of cups and Willow goes on to explain, “You’re feeling a strong emotional loss, or a block in creativity, an emptiness, right?”
I nod as she continues. Flipping over another card, “The Death card.”
Her not shocked face surprises me.
“Why aren’t you more concerned? Look at that!” I exclaim but she doesn’t waver. Willow simply looks at the card like it’s telling her a story.
“It’s not what you think. This card represents the beginning of change. Maybe you are welcoming a new cycle of life where you are reborn anew. The end of an era and the start of a new one,” she smiles over at me.
The next card that’s flipped is the Queen of Pentacles. I stare at it for a moment before Willow translates the meaning.
“You are about to become the most secure you’ve ever been in all aspects of life. The most secure in yourself, in your choices, and in your financial stability.”
“I don’t disagree. Cooper takes very good care of me.” I point out, but Willow shakes her head.
“The queen of pentacles is all about you babe. You are going to feel strong. Not Cooper or what he can do for you.”
She flips over another card and it’s the Three of Swords but it’s upside down. Three swords stabbing a heart is all I see on the card now facing me.
“I had a feeling.” Willow utters before drawing the final card which is the six of cups.
A single tear rolls down her cheek as she closes her eyes and inhales a deep breath.
“What is it?” I beg her to tell me.
“It means you’re finally ready to forgive and create happy memories.” She bellows before she folds over exhaling a sound that’s half sob, half laugh.
“Willow, love, why are you crying?” I plead holding her in my arms.
“I’ve woken up and pulled your cards every single day for the past three years, never have I pulled anything that would give me hope. Kitty Kat I’ve watched you walk through the motions of life completely empty and I’ve listened to you cry yourself to sleep more nights than I can count, but I think you are finally ready to be happy.” Willow admits before I drag her into my embrace. Her long arms wrap around me instantly and we sit there for a moment, holding each other.
We don’t move until we hear the sound of Cooper coming through the door. Willow tucks away our wine glasses and the empty bottle before Cooper rounds the corner.
“What do we have here?” He pries, knowing but feigning his ignorance.
“Just some girl-talk. I pulled her cards for fun, but I was just heading out. Catch ya later Coop.” Willow stands, setting the tarot deck book in my lap.
Hearing the sound of the front door closing behind her I finally look to Cooper. “We had some wine and talked, nothing wild.” I admit feeling his assuming gaze on my body.
“You don’t say.” Cooper makes an effort to sweep the area and my body with his eyes. “So? What did the cards say?” He asks, planting his hands on either side of the chair and leaning over me. I can smell the mixture of his sweat and cologne as I breathe him in.
“Well,” I point to the death card. “This represents the end of an era and the beginning of change. I feel like maybe we’ve finally left the past behind us and are ready to start something new.”
He nods and I move on to the Queen of Pentacles. “This card declares security. Willow thinks I’m about to become the most secure in my self I’ve ever been.”
Cooper grins and raises his brows. With a dip of his head I continue. “The three of swords was pulled but it’s upside down, reversed, meaning I’m ready to recover. This card represents forgiveness and moving on.”
He takes my hand and brings my fingers to his lips before urging me to continue.
“The final card I drew was the six of cups.” Reading off the book, “it means family, happy memories, growth and healing… but all I can think is that I’m ready to take the next step in our marriage and I like that for us.”
“I like that for us too, zhena.” Cooper leans in as he whispers in my ear.
“Baby you are really going to have to stop calling me your wife if you aren’t going to treat me like it.” His warm breath makes me shiver as I close my eyes but he pulls away. Again .
“Trin you’re recovering.” Cooper exclaims like I’ve personally offended him.
“It’s been three months, Cooper. I’m all recovered.” I nod as I slide down off the chair and to my knees. Running my hands up and down his thighs a few times before I undo the button of his jeans.
His groan sends a wanton shiver down my spine and I’m suddenly hungrier for him than I’ve ever been as I tug his jeans to his knees.
“Baby, wait.” His words are cautious, though I watch as his cock hardens anyway.
I choose to ignore him as I reach in and wrap my fingers around his base, pulling him free of his boxers. Stroking his thick long shaft I watch the internal battle play out across his face from my knees before I’ve finally had enough and drag my tongue up from the base of his cock before swirling it around his salty tip.
Cooper shutters as he hardens beneath my touch.
“So you do still find me attractive?” I question and his stare snaps to my eyes.
“Of course I do,” Cooper shakes his head as he stares down at me. “Is that why you think we haven’t? Because you think I’m no longer attracted to you?”
I shrug and go back to wrap my lips around his cock when his hand grips my throat. He lifts me up and I stumble to my feet.
“I’ve been holding back because I’m afraid. I nearly lost you and when I touch you again I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop. I love you so fucking much Trin but what if it’s too much?” His voice trembles in sync with his firm grip around my throat.
I close my eyes and shake my head. “It’s not.”
“You’ll tell me?” His words are clipped and hard, coming out more like a demand than a question.
Eagerly nodding, I sigh, “Yes.”
Cooper shoves me back into the table before bending down and lifting my legs. Falling back against the surface, the cards scatter beneath me as he tugs down my shorts. Finding I’m not wearing anything underneath he groans before falling to his knees.
The heat of his rapid breath touches me before he does and I squirm. So sensitive from the anticipation and weeks of denial a needy whimper escapes me before his grip on my thighs tighten. Spreading me wider for him I catch his eyes as he looks up at me.
“Are you ready, zhena?” His voice is pure gravel.
“Da, s?prug!” I cry calling him my husband in my native tongue for the first time as he spears his tongue into me. His groan vibrates through me from the inside out forcing my back to arch off the table.
“Oh god.” I moan as my fingers thread into his hair, pulling him closer. His beard is rough against my soft skin as I rock my hips, riding his face. God , I need him inside of me but I don’t want him to stop.
“You need me, zhena?” He lifts up to speak and replaces his tongue with a single finger. Grazing my clit as he slides it into me so slowly it’s almost torture.
“Yes Cooper. I need you.” I reach for him to pull him up but he leans away with a sinful smirk.
“I want to taste how much you missed me. Give me what I want and fuck my face. Come on my tongue, then I’ll give your greedy little pussy my cock.” Cooper dominates me as much with his words as he does with his touch. At his command I clench around his finger before he rips it from me. Replacing it with his tongue as he licks up my center, lapping at my arousal.
“Coop… I…” I try to warn him as the pressure builds. My moans turn to cries as he sucks my clit between his teeth. When he thrusts two fingers in and begins stroking my G-spot, I tighten. Sweat coats my body, every nerve ending sparks to life with every swirl of my clit before I burst.
Screaming as I erupt, he replaces his fingers with his tongue and when he spears it into me I clench, coming all over it just like he wanted me to.
Though he doesn’t stop. Gripping my hips and holding me against his lips he keeps fucking me through it, lapping at my release like a junkie with a fix. My sweat slick body trembles on the table when he finally lets me go.
“You have always been my favorite flavor.” Cooper admits as he wipes his glistening lips on the back of his hand.
Rising from his knees he strokes his long massive cock and my head rolls to the side as I watch. My teeth digging into my bottom lip, I’m mesmerized by each slow stroke of his fist as my once broken heart races in my chest.
“You’ll tell me?” His tone this time is more a concerned question and less of the hard demand it was before.
“Yes, yes I’ll tell you.” I assure him but before I can fully get the words out he slams into me.
“Oh fuck.” He groans as I scream. My walls clamping down around him at the sudden intrusion. “Breathe zhena. I need you to relax so I can finally fuck my wife.”
I take a long deep breath and relax into the feeling of my body stretching around him. Cooper lets out a rough exhale as he throbs inside of me. His head falling back as he slowly draws back his hips. With both of his hands firmly planted on my waist he drives back into me. Beating into a spot so deep inside of me I swear only he can reach it.
Leaning up, my nails dig into the skin of his forearms and I watch as he pounds into me. My mouth gaping open, panting moans with every breath as he forces me to take every inch of him.
When I feel like I can’t take it anymore, I fall back onto the table, submitting fully to the wildfire burning within me.
“That’s it, zhena. You feel so fucking good when you surrender to me.” Cooper’s hand leaves my hip as his thumb begins swirling tight circles over my clit.
“Coop! Wait…” I whimper as my entire body tightens. Gripping the tables edge, I screw my eyes shut and I hold on as he fucks me harder. “I’m… I’m…” I try to say I’m about to come but I can’t form the words.
“Come for me Katrinia.” He orders. “Let me feel this sweet pussy choke my cock before I fill it.”
With every thrust of his hips and stroke of his thumb my body grows tighter and tighter. The vulgar sounds of slapping skin and our moans fill the room before I finally combust. Screaming his name like a sinful prayer, stars dance behind my closed eyes, as my entire body burns for him.
Cooper doesn’t relent though. He releases my clit, gripping my hips and uses my sensitive body as I come down. Chasing after his own release before filling me with a growl just like he promised he would.
He stands there, looking down at me as we catch our breaths. My trembling legs still propped up on the table, spread open wide for him. He only breaks our eye contact when his glare trails down my body. Getting to my chest his fingertips join his perusing gaze laying a feather light touch along my scar.
With his other hand he grabs my knee and pushes it down, exposing more of me to him, while his fingertips never leave my body. I can feel the slickness of our mixed releases leaking down the crack of my ass as cool air meets the warmest part of me.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Katrinia.” Cooper nearly whispers as his hungry eyes continue to roam my body. He swirls a finger around my belly button, scratching me lightly with his nail, before dragging it down my center.
I gasp as I watch him.
“Say it. Say you are beautiful.” He orders before curling his finger inside of my overly sensitive cunt.
Nothing but a moan passes my lips as I writhe beneath him.
“Say it Trin, or I will fuck you until you believe that you are and always will be the most beautiful woman to me.” His pace quickens, adding another finger as he fucks his cum back into me.
“I will never stop loving you Katrinia. You’re mine now and forever. In this life and in all the ones that will come after it.” I say nothing as my walls pulse around his fingers.
“It’s always been us and it will always be us. You better get used to it.” His voice is dark and comes out hard.
Cooper may be a gentlemen but he is not a gentle man. He has only ever been gentle with me but right now I don’t want his gentleness, and he isn’t giving it to me.
“Say it!” He growls before he slips his fingers out of me and slaps my clit.
I suck in a breath before slamming my lips closed.
Meeting his eyes his brows dip low as he watches me. “Is that how you are going to be?” He challenges.
I nod once, unable to speak and he slaps my clit once more. This time harder, more unforgiving than the first, making me squeal as the pain burns quickly into a smoldering pleasure. I feel my pussy heat as my walls clench around nothing but air.
Am I about to come again from this alone?
“Say it!” He screams as his fingers thrust into me, dragging me closer and closer to another release.
“Not if you think this is a punishment.” I pant. “Punish me Cooper.”
Cooper stills, his breathing erratic, before he yanks his fingers out of me and picks me up.
“You’re such a fucking brat sometimes. You should have just been a good little wife and agreed with your husband.” He whispers in my ear as I wrap my legs around his waist and giggle.