Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
NATE
She looked at me like I hung the moon, the stars and the God damn galaxy. She looked at me as if I was her whole world. Studied every aspect of my face as her eyes flicked across my skin.
She. Looked. At. Me.
Her.
Me.
She looked at me like I was her whole world .
My heart bloomed in my chest, a deep warmth radiating across my skin. The girls are chatting, but I catch James' gaze every now and again when she looks at me. My hand tucks between her thighs, I need to be touching her. Memories flash before my eyes, when she locked her arms around my neck. It killed me to let her stay. My skin itched, I wanted to scratch myself until I bled, wanted to tear my skin from my bones.
But I stayed still.
As still as I possibly could.
The rage consumed me in an instant at Rune. The way he touched her, the way he tried to drag her out of the restaurant and the way he treated the girls.
Rolling to a halt outside Heidi and Brooke's apartment block, I slowly turn my head to look at her. Her eyes still twinkling. Breaking our gazes, she hops out the car and meets Brooke and Heidi on the sidewalk.
They embrace, soft laughter between them before another hug.
“I'll call you tomorrow,” James says quietly as she climbs back into the warm car, closing the door. I go to turn my blinker on, but her voice stops me. “Can we just wait until they're in the building?” her voice is quiet, eyes pinned to her two girlfriends.
“Of course, baby.”
We sit and we wait.
But I’m not watching to see if they get in safely.
I'm watching her.
They way her mouth parts, counting the steps silently as they climb them, her fingers pinching the hem of her black dress, softly tapping them between the material, eyes on their backs as she waits for them to unlock the main door.
Her eyes widen slightly when her friends both turn and give her a soft wave, both smiling, and that's when I see her hand dart up, waving at them and her cheeks lift into a smile, dimples present.
“Am I okay to go now?” I ask once Brooke and Heidi disappear around the corner.
She looks at me, eyes glistening as she gives a nod.
Pulling into the busy road, we drive quietly, and I cannot wait to get her home.
Cutting the engine, I scoop her hand into mine and place a kiss on the back of her hand, then drag my lips back and forth against her sensitive skin.
“Are you okay?” I find myself asking, letting my eyes burn into hers.
She nods. “I am now,” she whispers.
“I'm sorry I took so long to get to you,” guilt crashes deep inside of me.
She blinks, head tilting as she twists her body to face me.
“Why did you show up?” she asks me, but not in a cruel way or annoyed tone... more out of curiosity I suppose.
“Had a feeling,” I shrug my shoulder up and she twists her lips as she fights a smile.
“A feeling... is that another word for stalking?” one of her perfectly shaped brows raise and I drop my eyes, fighting my own smile.
“Just a feeling,” my voice is low as my head rolls up and I rest it on the headrest but not before looking at her.
“Mmhm,” she lets her head fall, shaking it from side to side.
“Come,” my voice a rumble as I grab the keys and reluctantly let go of her hand, stepping down out of the car I move towards James, but she is already out the car and I knit my brows. “I wanted to get your door.”
“You saved me tonight, I don't need you getting my door as well,” and the look on her face has my heart skipping a beat. She is grateful that I showed up when I did, I can see the way it's painted across her expression.
She waits for me to walk up to the door, slipping the key in I unlock it, and Jeff is there to great us.
“Hey bud,” I lean over and stroke him before pushing the door open and waiting for James to walk past.
She stands, almost awkward as she locks her fingers together in front of her.
Hanging the keys on the hook, I fold one hand into my gray joggers and her eyes trail down then flick up to mine just as quick as they dropped. Her fingers unlock and she hovers her hand out for me.
I eye her small hand then let them settle on her pretty blues.
Swallowing, my throat bobs.
I can feel the nerves pricking at the base of my neck, but I don't reach out. I give her a soft nod as she turns her back to me and begins to climb the stairs. I follow, footing the bottom step and pause, my eyes trailing behind her, her black dress short enough to sneak a peek.
I have no idea why I feel so nervous; my heart is banging in my chest.
Her beautiful blues find mine over her shoulder, her hand resting on the handrail as she waits a beat for me.
“You coming?” her sweet voice floats down the narrow staircase and my skin erupts in goosebumps.
I don't answer, just move, climbing the stairs until her back is against my front. My breath is shaky, head lowered as my hand skims around her hip and rests on her stomach as I pull her closer to me. I listen for the hitch in her breathing and lower my lips to the side of her neck, dusting a kiss across her pulse point as she tilts her head towards me, a hint of a smile pressing against her lips. Pushing my hips into her, I groan, my cock already solid. She steps up to the landing, my arm still locked around her as she walks towards her bedroom, but I stop her, pulling her back and twisting here body so she is flush with me.
Her eyes bounce between mine, brows pinched together, and I shake my head, fingers gliding up her side then tracing her inner arm before my fingers lock around her wrist. My other hand skims up, fingers brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear before my knuckles graze her cheek and her eyes flutter shut for a moment.
“Do you trust me?” and that’s when her pretty ocean eyes lock with mine.
My heart is racing and as each second goes by, it feels like a lifetime.
“Yes,” she whispers, and I grip her chin, tilting her head back as I slant my lips over hers.
Breaking away, my fingers slip through hers and I lead her towards my bedroom, letting go of her hand as she steps in, eyes bouncing around the room as she takes it in.
Dark gray walls, black four poster bed, gray wooden floor, large black fur rug in front of an open fire. Her eyes move to the ceiling, small hoops are anchored above the bed.
She looks at me, lips parting as if she was about to ask something but she rolls her lips back to silence.
“I like certain things... I like to be in control... always have, always will,” I kick my sneakers off and pad towards her. I still tower over her petite body even when she is in heels.
“I'm not a Dom or anything like that... but,” my lips twitch as I scope the room, “I like more than just normal sex.”
She's looking around the room again.
“I'm a dirty man James, but my needs are to please you. Anything I do is for you, for your needs, for your pleasure...” I lick my lips as I walk across to the bedside table and tug on the drawer. “I'm not afraid of using a toy to make you cum, I'm not afraid to fuck you with something if that's what it took, I would spend hours on my knees until they're bruised and aching with my tongue in your pussy if that's what I needed to do...” I turn to look at her over my shoulder. “But I will be restraining your hands...”
And I watch as she inhales sharply.
“I just...” I pause and let my eyes skim across to the other side of the room.
“I get it,” she whispers back, her footsteps approaching as she pulls closer to me. Turning to face her, I trail my eyes over her when I see the reddening mark on her arm and my blood boils.
She catches me looking and her eyes widen.
“Nate,” her voice is soft as she tries to gain my attention, “I’m fine,” she reassures me, but it doesn't stop the rage that is seething through me. “Look at me,” her hands come up as if to clasp my face, but she retracts them in an instant, so I place my hands on her cheeks so I have to look at her. “I'm okay, look,” and I do, I look at her, look at the way she is silently pleading with me to understand, silently pleading with me to believe her with all I have that she is okay, and she is, she is okay because she is here, with me and that's all that matters. She is safe. She will always be safe with me.
“I need you,” I whisper against her lips, my eyes falling as I watch her mouth, inches from mine.
“Then have me, I'm right here,” she whispers back as she teases her lips on mine causing a smile to slip onto them.
“Do you know how hard it is not to have you at every minute, of every day?” my eyes close as if my words are a reminder, the way my chest aches, my blood pounds and my skin itches at not being with her, but I don't even give her a chance to answer before my lips are on hers, hands in her hair as my tongue dips into her mouth, teasing with slow movements.
She whimpers into my mouth as my fingers are locked around the root of her hair and tugging her head back so my lips are dragging to her exposed throat, kissing, licking and sucking and I am desperate to mark her, branding her with me so everyone knows she belongs to me.
But I also want people to know that I belong to her.
The fact that we're married is not enough, and neither is the gold ring that sits around my finger.
I needed more .
My lips brush across her bare shoulder as my fingers slip the thin strap of her dress down her arm. Lifting my lips, her eyes are watching my every move, and I give her a smirk before my lips trace the same line along her other shoulder, pushing it from her beautiful skin, then curl my hand around her hip, pressing myself into her.
“I need you,” I whisper against her skin as I step back and just admire her. Dress slipped off the shoulders, hair red and wild, eyes all hazy with want, desire swirling like riptides in her pretty blues.
She licks her lips.
“Strip,” my voice is a little sterner as I bark my command to her and she blinks, head tilting a little.
She still stands and I feel my blood burn beneath my skin.
“Little Ember...” her name falls from my tongue, making me feel all kinds of unholy things. “Strip,” I say the words again and her lips twitch and the playful glint that flashes across her face.
Oh, she wants to play.
“Please ,” she says softly, placing her hand on her hip, pushing it out.
I roll my eyes.
“Please.”
“You're such a good boy for your wife, Mr Spencer,” and my cock throbs in my sweatpants at the way my name passes her lips.
Mr Spencer .
I watch as she kicks her heeled wedges off over by the door, a loud thud as one hits the back of it. She laughs and her cheeks pinch a pretty pink.
Next, she hooks her fingers under the straps of her dress and pushes them all the way down her arms as she slips them out one by one.
“Fuck, you're so beautiful,” I rasp, standing like a spare part when all I want to do is grab her, wrap her legs around my waist and fuck her until she is begging me to stop.
She continues, pushing her dress down and past her hips as she shimmies out of the thin black material and kicks it off her ankle and I groan when my eyes hungrily drag across her body.
Black silk thong, matching bra with lace trim and I am salivating over her.
My wife.
Mine .
Closing the space between us, my hand cups her cheek as I brush my thumb over her bottom lip and drag it down.
“I want to bite this lip,” I let it go and hover my lips over hers.
Twisting her around, I push her onto the bed.
“Against the headboard,” I nod my chin up and she does, she backs up towards the headboard and waits for her next order.
Tugging the drawer next to my bed open, I grab the silk tie and kneel onto the bed.
“You okay with this?”
Her eyes are on mine.
“If it's the only way I can be with you then yes,” she whispers and my heart sinks deep inside my chest.
“It won't always be like this...” I find myself saying and I even surprise myself.
“Because we won't last,” she licks her lips as I loop the silk around her wrists and secure her to the bed.
“Yeah,” I murmur out, even though I know it's not the truth. I meant it when I said that I wouldn't let her go.
She was mine.
Pulling the final loop through, I grab her elbow softly and tug it to make sure her hands can't slip out.
“Perfect,” I wink, “now all we need is the gag...”
I don't miss the way her eyes widen at my words when I am back in the drawer.
“Joking...” I half say with humour lacing my voice but then again, my cock is weeping at the thought of having her ankles and wrists bound whilst she is gagged, my cock slipping in and out of her as I use her how I want to.
“I mean...” she flutters her lashes at me.
“Maybe I'll have to take some toys away with us,” my voice is low as I grip the hem of my tee and pull it over my head, her eyes ducking down as they glide across my abs.
“Yeah?” her eyes are back on mine as she watches me.
Pushing my hands into my waistband, I slide them down and off my ankle as my cock bobs, hard and swollen just for her.
She swallows.
“I don't know why you look so scared baby, your pussy takes me like I am made for you,” I rasp as crawl back onto the bed and between her legs.
My fingers delicately brush over her calf, knees, thighs before brushing across the silk of her panties while my other hand reaches for the draw as I grab a dildo, a vibrator and some lube.
“What... I... erm...” she stutters, and I lean across and place a kiss on her lips.
“You trust me?”
I wait for her baby blues to meet mine but they're on the toys.
“Eyes on me,” I say softly, and she listens to me, turning to face me. “Do you trust me?” and she nods, finally. “Good girl,” my fingers are hooked in her panties as I slip them down her smooth legs and off her ankles before I bring them to my nose and inhale heavily, then drop them to the bed.
“When you're close to coming, I am going to wrap your panties around my cock as I jerk myself off and when I am close, I am going to cum all over you, making you such a pretty, perfect mess,” I groan as I skim my fingers across the front of her pussy, parting through her lips and slipping two into her hot, wet, cunt.
Her pussy clenches.
“Do you like the idea of that baby? Then I'll slip my cock into you, fucking you until you're a whimpering mess.”
“Oh,” she pants, her eyes watching as my fingers pulse in and out, my thumb pressed against her clit.
“You're so beautiful,” I lean in, placing a kiss on her inner thigh and her legs widen.
“I'm going to feast on your pretty cunt, and I can't wait to have you coming on my tongue.”
Her pussy clenches again.
“Don't come yet baby, I’ve only just touched you and you definitely don't deserve to come...” I pause, “not yet anyway,” I smirk against her inner thigh as I continue to move lower, my lips brushing over her clit as I lift my thumb, and she moans.
“Nate,” she whimpers as I tease her with my tongue, fingers still plunged deep inside of her, curling them up to rub her g-spot.
“Yes baby?” I goad, but don't let her respond as I swipe my tongue across her clit, burying my tongue in her pussy and her wetness apparent as it's all I can hear as my fingers are slipping in and out.
Her hips lift, rolling over my tongue as I massage her clit, sucking and licking with her moans coating my skin.
Pre-cum presses into the comforter and I don't even care. I tease a third at her tight cunt and she stiffens.
“Baby,” I lift my lips, my mouth smothered in her wetness, “you take my cock which is bigger than three of my fingers... you can take it,” and I don't give her a chance to argue back as I slip the third in with little resistance and she cries out as I suck her clit then replace my lips with my thumb, rolling and rubbing in soft, slow circles but my fingers fuck her hard and fast, pressing against her g-spot each time.
She throws her head back, legs widening as she tilts her hips up to meet my thrusts.
“You getting close baby?” I watch her, the way her lips gape, eyes roll, and her chest rises and falls quickly.
“It's too much,” she whimpers as her head falls forward, watching.
“It's perfect baby,” I smile, leaning across and letting my tongue dip into her mouth as I fuck her with my fingers. “You're perfect,” I say between kisses, “so is your pussy, so fucking, perfect .”
She tightens around me and I lower my lips down between her breasts. Sinking my teeth into the cup of her bra, I tug it down just as her nipple pops over and my mouth is locked around her, my tongue swirling over her hardened nipple.
“I'm...I...” she struggles to get the words out.
“I know baby,” I reassure her, dragging my lips down before my tongue is on her clit but using my fingers to spread her pussy lips, helping me dive deeper into her as I eat her pretty cunt. When her breathy moans become so much louder, her head lifts as she watches me devour her, watches the way my tongue strokes against her clit and my fingers fuck her, her hips grinding on my hand, trying to get more from me and she trembles as she comes, my fingers coating in her arousal as I pull them and press my tongue into her cunt, making sure I don't waste a drop of her.
Fingers squelch as I pulse them deeply inside of her while she rides her orgasm out.
“Fuck baby,” I place a kiss on her inner thigh and slowly pull my fingers from her needy pussy and she winces.
My eyes are all hazy and I am drunk off her.
She writhes on the sheets, thighs pressed together hiding her glistening cunt, but I push them open, needing to see her.
“You’re going to suck my cock now, I want to shoot down your throat and watch as you swallow,” I rasp as I push from the bed and kneel beside her, the back of my hand brushing against her cheek and she quivers. My fingers are in her hair, playing with the ends before I let my fingers tangle at her root and smile down at her, then guiding her onto my cock, her cheeks hollow as soon as my cock touches her tongue, and I hiss at how good her warm, wet mouth feels.
I don't let a lot of people suck me off, but when it comes to James, nothing was off the table. Thrusting my hips forward, I catch her off guard as I hit the back of her throat and she gags, making my balls tingle.
I smirk, her eyes a little watery.
“You suck cock so good baby,” I praise her, fingers tugging on her root as I slide her up and down my cock slowly and her eyes roll.
My spare hand guides down her body, slipping between her parted thighs and swirling my fingers in her arousal-soaked clit.
She twists her body and takes me deeper, and I groan, hitting the back of her throat as I fuck her mouth. I uncurl my fingers from her hair and slip them under her chin, tilting her head back a little further as I feel my cock slip deeper down her throat and I am in pure fucking ecstasy.
She takes me like a pro, her eyes a little watery and I don't miss the lone tear that streaks down her cheeks, her pretty make up smudging and her red lipstick smeared around my cock and off her lips.
“Such a pretty mess,” I whisper, trying to hold off the orgasm, “you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, wife ,” and she whimpers around me as my fingers tease at her tight pussy. “I am so tempted to get your smudged lipstick tattooed on me…” I rasp, looking at her with adoration.
“I'm going to come so hard,” I spit through gritted teeth as I curl my hand around my cock and stroke myself, the ring of my hand meeting her lips and her eyes flick to mine as she smirks around my cock and my balls tighten, my cock pulsing in her mouth and I know I don't have much longer in me before I explode down the back of her throat. Dropping my hand, it's back in her hair as I tighten my grip and pull her off me.
“Mouth open, tongue out.” I pant, slipping my hand from between her legs and I am back to pumping my cock in long, slow strokes, my skin beginning to prick with a shiver and I know I am close.
“You're such a good girl James, so obedient,” and she smiles, tongue still out and waiting and she pushes me over the edge, my cock pulsing as I rest the head of it on her tongue and call out her name as I cum, hard. My cum shoots down the back of her throat, and only when I am done do I pull away and close her mouth.
“Swallow,” I murmur, and she does, my lips twitch before I lower down and place a kiss on her lips. “There's my good wife.”
And I stand, grabbing the toys I placed earlier and then make quick work of removing her bra and pulling it down her arms before discarding it to the floor.
“I don't think I have another one in me,” and I tut, shaking my head.
“I will get them out of you James, I promise you.”
Reaching up, I untie her and give her a minute to rub the ache out of her wrists before I pull her hands and bind her behind her back.
She is knelt on the bed, my hand pressed between her shoulder blades as I push her forward. Face down, ass up… you know the rest.
Reaching for the lube, I squirt it into my palm and rub it over her pussy and ass. Not that she needs it, she is soaked, but I want to tease her a little, edge her ass and see how she likes it.
Not everyone enjoys ass play, but I have a feeling James will.
“Nate,” she whispers, face turned to the side on the bed and her eyes seek out mine.
“Yes baby,” I murmur, slipping a finger in her pussy and pulsing it in and out.
“I've never... erm...”
“Oh,” I chuckle and my cock throbs. “You have a virgin ass,” I lower my lips and place a kiss across her cheeks, softly placing one on each.
“I don't think... I mean, I don't know...”
“I'm not fucking your ass James, just going to play a little... see what your limits are,” and I am back kneeling behind her, two fingers now in her pussy and she whimpers. “Didn't think you had another one in you?” I tease her, hissing when I feel her pussy tighten around me.
“Didn't think I did,” she whispers, legs widening, back arched, and my greedy girl wants more.
Reaching for the vibrator, I switch it on and rub it over her swollen clit.
It's small, like an egg with a little vibrator attached. The egg goes into her pussy, the vibrator against her clit. Slipping it in, I watch as her cunt swallows it then tightens, her arousal evident.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, smirking down at her bound hands as her fingers stretch and bend.
“Mmhm,” she hums, her hips rocking as she tries to get the most out of the vibrator.
I lean closer to her, my knees hitting the edge of the bed as I stand, my fingers around my cock as it hardens at the sight of her.
“I want to fuck you all night,” I admit, my heart pounding in my chest.
“You'll be a tired boy tomorrow.”
“And what?” There is a hint of a smile in my voice, I groan as I slip my cock between her ass cheeks, pressing the head against her ass and she stiffens. “I'm just playing baby,” I slip back down, stroking myself before doing it again.
My jaw is wound tight, my body stiff and I know she is going to be the death of me.
Grabbing the dildo from the bed, I rub some lube onto the length of it before I am teasing it at her opening, pressing it just inside her cunt where the vibrator is slowly breaking her walls down.
“Oh God,” she gasps, her fists balled as I slip it in further and I watch as her cunt stretches around the dildo.
“You're doing so well,” praising, her hips rock back and forth as she tries to get me to fill more of her. “Patience, Little Ember,” my finger curls around her hip as I pull the dildo out to the tip of her cunt then slip it back in.
“I don't know how much longer I am going to last,” she trembles and I don't want her coming over a rubber toy.
Sliding it out, I discard it to the bed and grab her silk panties, wrapping them around my cock as I start to jerk myself off, my cock back between her cheeks as I slip it up and down, teasing her.
“That feels nice,” she murmurs through a whimper and I can't take not being inside of her.
Stepping away, I lean down and kiss her lower back as I walk to my bathroom and clean myself. Walking back into the room she is a trembling mess, moaning as the vibrator brings her closer to her orgasm.
I don't give her any warning, just slip straight into her, my hands around her hips as I lift her a little higher, my cock slipping deeper and the vibrator against the sensitive skin of my cock feels amazing.
“Keep going,” she pants, her hips meeting my every thrust which gets more punishing as the minutes slip past.
“I don't plan on stopping until you're screaming my name baby.”
Our skin hits, our moans mixing around the room and I ride her until I have no more to give her, she cries out, telling me she is about to come and I meet her right there, coming as she does and I fill her to the hilt, my cum filling her pretty pussy.
Pulling out of her, I watch with eager eyes as our cum trickles from her, my fingers teasing at her opening but not before grabbing the silk panties again and stroking my cock up and down using my wife's panties, covering them in our arousal.
Discarding them, I lean across and untie her hands and roll her onto her back. Widening her legs, I slip between her thighs and lay my body over hers.
“You're everything I have ever wanted,” I whisper, my fingers brushing some of her hair away from her clammy skin. “I promise, it's always been you,” my lips pressing against her as I slip back inside of her and this time, I fuck her slow until I have sent her to heaven.