Chapter 14
Fourteen
Adrian
My wife is in my arms as the early morning light streams in between the slats of the blinds. There’s just enough to illuminate the room so I can see her flushed face.
She’s panting because I just claimed her again. In fact, we’re lying on our sides, facing each other, my cock still buried in her cunt.
“Are you sore, baby?” I ask, slightly chagrined at taking her so many times in one night.
“No,” she whispers. “Or maybe I don’t care. Turns out I kind of like a little pain with my kinky sex.”
I chuckle. “It’s about to get kinkier.”
She lifts a brow. “Is that even possible?”
“Oh, princess…” I lift her fingers to my lips and kiss the tips. “We’re going to have an exciting sex life, baby. I’ll do everything possible to keep it fresh and surprise you as often as I can.”
“Haven’t we had sex in damn near every position?”
I grin. “Not even close, my innocent little princess. Not even close.”
She’s fighting a smirk. “Fine. What’s next?”
“From now on, you don’t waste my come.”
Her brows furrow. “How am I wasting it?”
“You’re not…yet. But I want it to stay inside you. That means you either swallow it or keep it inside your cunt.”
“So you want me to keep my legs squeezed together so it won’t run out?” she jokes.
“That’s exactly what I mean.”
Her breath hitches. “I don’t think I can keep it inside me when I stand up.”
“You will if I plug your pussy.”
This time, she gasps, and her pretty eyes bug out. “What…?” Her voice squeaks. I love it when it does that. It proves I’ve shocked her.
“Don’t move, baby. When I pull out, you’ll bend your knees and keep them squeezed together. Understood?”
She nods, her cheeks adorably pink.
I ease out of her, press her thighs together, and angle them toward her chest. Before getting out of bed, I kiss her forehead.
My wife has no idea what I bought in the city yesterday. I covered all my bases. I reach under the bed to drag out a large box. After lifting the top, I grab the toy I intend to use this morning.
Climbing back up next to Blair, I open the package while she stares at me with those wide eyes. “Adrian…” She’s skeptical, but she’s going to love and hate this.
“Have you ever owned a dildo, princess?”
“No. Nor did I realize they came that large.”
I chuckle as I use the toy cleaner to wash it and wipe it off. “This is smaller than my cock.”
She narrows her gaze at me. “Adrian, your cock is enormous. I doubt they make many dildos that big.”
I grin. “Thank you for the compliment, baby, but they make dildos much larger than this. I don’t want your cunt stretched wider than my cock, though, so I bought this one.”
“And what are the straps for?” she asks, her voice shaky.
I tap her knees. “Roll onto your back for me, Blair.”
She does as she’s told, still holding her knees, though I suspect it’s now out of fear of the unknown more than a desire to keep my come inside her. With one hand, I push her knees closer to her chest. “Open for me, baby.”
She parts them a few inches.
“Wider, Blair…” I warn. “I don’t think you want your pussy spanked first thing this morning.”
My wife whimpers at the suggestion. She’s truly kinkier than she thought. Hell, she’s surprising me. All I can do is toss out ideas and watch her reaction, but my princess gets hot and bothered at every single proposal.
I nearly fainted when she so eagerly creamed at the idea of me milking her. Now, she’s arching her body over the thought of having her pussy slapped. I’ll save that for another time, though.
The dildo is rubber and close to my skin color. It’s meant to resemble a real cock. The base is attached to straps, though. Without wasting time, I thrust the toy into my wife’s swollen pussy.
She arches harder and groans. “Adrian…”
“That’s it. Let it fill you. It’s going to stay in while we have breakfast to give my seed every possible chance to impregnate you.”
She’s panting and trembling as I adjust the straps around her waist and then fasten them, keeping the toy snug inside her. I intentionally leave her clit exposed. I don’t want anything rubbing against it and giving her unauthorized orgasms.
“Fuck, you’re sexy, princess.”
She lifts onto her elbows to look down at my work. “That’s obscene, Adrian.”
“You love it.” I kiss her.
“I feel ridiculous.”
“You feel sexy as fuck. Don’t lie.”
She drops onto the bed, not even bothering to close her legs.
It is obscene, and so damn sexy. I didn’t even realize what a dominant side I had. Not until I met the perfect woman who is strong enough to rule the world but also strong enough to let me rule the bedroom.
I bend over and kiss her again. “I’m going to go make breakfast.”
“You’re spoiling me.”
“That’s the plan.”
“I could cook, you know. Maybe I should cook for you.”
I shake my head. “We can discuss divvying up labor at some point, but I’ll always want to feed you, baby.”
“Can I take a shower?”
“Of course. But don’t remove the dildo.” I wink at her as I leave the room.
Part of me wishes I could stay here and stare at her all morning. I can’t guarantee we won’t end up back in bed in a few hours, fucking again, but first I need to feed my wife. We need fuel to keep up with our insatiable stamina.
I’m almost done making breakfast when Blair enters the room. She’s wearing one of my T-shirts once again. I turn toward her. “Lift the shirt, baby.”
She rolls her eyes as she follows my order. “Happy?”
“Yep. You look good wearing that strap-on.”
“I’m pretty sure a strap-on goes the other way and is meant for me to peg you.”
I laugh. “What a filthy mind you have. You’re going to wear it inside you after we fuck, so my come doesn’t leak out.”
“Is this just until you’re sure I’m pregnant, caveman?”
“Nope. I like my come inside you. I’ll trap it in there as often as I want, even after we know you’re carrying my baby.”
She wraps her arms around my middle and presses against my side while I finish cooking.
“That smells so good. Once again, let me point out how spoiled I am. I may never cook. Will it help if I point out that my cooking skills are lacking?” She tips her head back and sets her chin against my chest, grinning.
“Baby, you are not going to be able to chase me away with these announcements. I don’t care if you never cook.”
“Good, because you might be disappointed. I never learned to cook growing up. My mother thinks it’s beneath her. She pays people to cook, and she has for my entire life.”
“But you had an apartment before you moved here. You were living alone, right?”
“Yes. And I managed the basics. I figured I would learn to cook when I got here. I wouldn’t have a choice. I was going to live off the land.”
“Just so you know, princess, we don’t even live entirely off the land.
For one thing, though Asher enjoys hunting and brings home a deer from time to time, we get most of our meat from the city.
We have an amazing garden, but that’s thanks to Rebekah and Hannah.
Emma chips in sometimes since she’s a botanist. The rest of us help when needed, but we don’t have enough time to do much.
A lot of our food comes from the store.”
“Mmm. I think I was a bit disillusioned before I arrived.”
I give her a squeeze and kiss the top of her head. “You’re going to learn fast.”
“What do I do about the property I bought?”
“Nothing for now. I’ll hire some people to come clean up the debris so that no one stumbles upon the collapsed house and gets injured. Other than that, you can sit on it for a while. Maybe you’ll decide you want to do something with it.”
She sighs as she gives me more of her weight. “You have an answer for everything.”
“Not everything. But I’ll do my best to make your life as fulfilling as you want it to be.” I nod toward her phone that’s sitting on the dock. “Have you checked your messages since yesterday?”
She winces. “No. Did you look?”
“Of course not, princess. I wouldn’t violate your privacy. But I have seen messages come up on the screen a few times this morning. You should probably check it after breakfast, just in case your parents have sent the cavalry. No sense in us getting blindsided.”
“You’re right. I’ll do it after we eat, so nothing ruins my appetite.”