Chapter 19 – Cody
Chapter Nineteen
Cody
Iwatch her unravel with fascination. Perfect, chubby, sweet, calm Shay explodes.
The perfect mail-order-bride with her warm smile and down home cooking.
The woman who held my body against hers as I made love for the first time in years.
Her screams and hits barely hurt me, but I watch Shay explode with pain.
Does she really think leaving me will fix all this?
Does she really think that I’m this monster?
I wanted to show her a good night out. Everything spiraled. Now I’m high on coke, trapped in a mess with the club, and my wife thinks I’m an asshole. I don’t know how I got to this point, but I want to navigate my way out of this mess.
“I’m not going to hit you.”
She buries her face in her hands. I can’t take it anymore.
I wrap my arms around Shay and hug her. I let her explode with tears.
With pain. I know I scared the crap out of her.
I know she’s been through hell that she never explained to me.
Her reasons for running off with Caleb and agreeing to marry me.
“I married you because I want to be married and my situation makes finding a woman too difficult. It’s not because I hate women and it’s not because I see you as my property. If anything, Shay… I’m your slave, not the other way around.”
Her body relaxes just a little. I squeeze her tighter. She might be upset now, but I’m not letting this woman run off on me in the middle of the night. I know what happened must have scared her, and I’m letting her have her feelings. But I can’t let Shay leave. I won’t.
“Come on,” I whisper. “Cry it all out. Daddy’s right here…”
Slowly, she sobs a little more, but she unfurls her arms and wraps me back in a hug.
I feel her fingers digging into my torso as she clings to me tighter.
This is much better than fighting. Shay keeps sobbing as I hold her close and stroke the top of her head until those sobs calm down to slow, steady breaths.
I kiss the top of Shay’s head and keep rocking her until most of the tears are gone.
I love her. Even if she doesn’t love me.
Even if she never can. It hurts to me in my position.
To feel like a monster because I can’t stop myself from wanting her, nor can I stop myself from unleashing all my power to keep her close to me.
If that makes me weak, then she’s the only woman on earth who has been able to weaken me. I can’t walk away from that.
I pull away a little bit and use my sleeve to wipe the tears off Shay’s face. Her dark brown eyes look so beautiful, even after she’s been crying. Her skin doesn’t even turn red when she cries, so she just looks unmarred by her tears, just a little damp, but still my pretty wife.
“I don’t want you to go,” I whisper. “I can’t let you. I’m sorry.”
My hands drop to her hips and I kiss her.
It’s slow to start. I have to gently nibble on her lips to get her used to the idea that I’m about to kiss her long and deep.
Shay seems surprised, but she yields to my kisses and the desire I have for her only gets stronger.
She’s incredibly smart. Beautiful. I love her so much.
I keep kissing her, fighting her resistance until I feel Shay’s tension dissipate.
“You’re not going anywhere…”
I push her up against the wall and kiss her harder.
I stop thinking. My body reacts to her and all the tension I built up by absorbing her punches and slaps.
I move away from kissing Shay’s lips to kissing her neck.
My hand wanders up from her hips. That neck calls to me.
I kiss her neck more aggressively, enjoying the feeling of Shay squirming beneath my grasp.
I’ll like it more if I pin her against the wall and remind her that I am her husband.
That means I won’t let her go, even if she begs on her knees for me to give up on this marriage – I won’t.
Shay squirms as I hold her in place. She knows I want more from her and while part of her wants to resist it, I saw the way she just fought.
She could throw another punch if she wanted me to stop.
I slide one hand down the front of Shay’s pajama pants.
I move around and touch the outside of her underwear, teasing the outside of her mound as my other hand moves to Shay’s neck.
I would never hurt her, but I have to let myself feel as if I really could make her stay.
Like I don’t have to risk losing her. I can’t handle the thought.
I married her because I didn’t want to go through a breakup. I can’t have my heart broken.
“Do you understand what’s going to happen, Shay?
” I whisper between kisses, running my tongue along one side of Shay’s neck as my hand moves over her neck from the other side, ready to squeeze if I have to.
My fingers slide into Shay’s underwear as my hand takes its place around her neck and my sweet, curvy wife lets out a lustful squeal that she struggles to stifle.
Her juices splash around my fingers. Her wet stickiness makes my cock press harder against the fabric.
The tightening in my crotch makes me weak.
If I don’t hold my body perfectly tight and tense, just touching Shay’s pussy might be enough to make me cum.
I love how fucking thick she is. There’s nothing regular or average about Shay’s unmistakably plus-sized body.
She’s beautiful. Thick. Big everywhere. I like her that way too.
Her sweet pussy gets so sopping wet that I know I would never have a woman any other way after her.
Her breasts tempt me almost as much as the softness between her thighs.
She whimpers as I enjoy touching her, the emotions she builds in me surging through every part of me until my lizard brain comes up with the only solution I can think to keep Shay from running.
I suck on her skin, leaving a small purple mark on her dark brown flesh before I slowly dictate my wife her fate.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and leave you tied up to my bed until you change your mind about this whole divorce thing,” I murmur.
Shay whimpers. My finger covered in pussy juices finds its way to her lips.
I run my index finger along the length, letting her smell the juicy cunt on my hands.
Shay’s gaze snaps to mine as she searches for some possibility of manipulation or escape.
She wants softness that I can no longer allow.
My dick is too hard for me to walk away from this now.
My voice is low and stern as I struggle to control my multitude of competing urges. “Walk to our bedroom, or I’ll lead you by the neck, Mrs. Hollingsworth.”
She drops her gaze. I slide my hand out of her underwear before I make her cum and drop my other hand away from Shay’s neck.
Her eyes flicker towards me again, luminescent with fear and so perfectly black in the warm dim entryway light.
If there’s any temptation to disobey my direct commands, she doesn’t act on it.
I know it’s crazy. I wish I wasn’t crazy over her, but there isn’t a chance in hell I’ll be able to sleep knowing that Kylie is halfway across town mired in problems of her own and my wife has it in her mind that she’s going to escape me and get a divorce.
It’s always when you settle into peace that God flips the fucking table.
My dick nearly rips my pants open as I watch Shay’s ass sway on the way to our bedroom.
I’ll have to tell Caleb his mom is sick, or if I’m lucky, she will come to her senses in the morning.
Once we’re in my bedroom, I shut the door behind me.
Shay turns on me with a flare of anger. It doesn’t scare me, like it didn’t scare me before.
“You can’t tie me up, Cody. What about Caleb? Breakfast?”
“Our marriage is more important. You can make this easy, Shay, or you can make this hard. Get on the bed.”
“Is this keeping me safe?” Shay throws at me, as if taking a dig at me now could possibly change the course of what’s going to happen.
“Yes,” I snap at her. “And after all the trouble you caused me tonight… you’ll be lucky if I’m done with you when the sun comes up.”