Chapter 27
Victoria
“What is this place?” I ask, leaning to look out the passenger window of Blaze’s truck. We’re at some sort of tiny house. I smooth my hands over the white silk skirt of my wedding dress for the millionth time, mostly because the material feels so good against my fingers.
I’ve never owned a silk dress. It hadn’t occurred to me until this week that I’ve never owned anything very pretty.
Somehow, my stepmother convinced me I was a tomboy, and that was the end of the discussion.
In retrospect, now I see that she never wanted me to stand out over her, so she kept me boring and drab.
I didn’t buy clothes for myself because she said they were too expensive. Meanwhile, the woman owned an extremely impressive wardrobe. The bitch. That’s what I call her now.
The bitch.
Not out loud anymore, though. The first two times, Blaze laughed and let it slide.
The third time, I ended up standing in the corner of the kitchen.
That would have been humiliating in and of itself, but first he spanked me in front of Gretchen, Isabel, and all five wives. Then, he sent me to the corner.
After that, he took me upstairs and sucked on my clit until I came so hard that everyone in the house knew about it.
Standing in the corner has its perks.
I’m still not sure what this house is that we’ve pulled up to. It’s on the Wilde property. I’ve been confused ever since Blaze whisked me away from our wedding reception at the mansion.
He shuts off the engine and turns to me, grabbing my hand.
“Well, Mrs. Wilde, it used to house a man and his wife who worked at the estate in the 1950s. There are several such small homes around the property. My great-grandfather was apparently not as much of a curmudgeon as his son was. Though I don’t believe Amos was in his youth, either.
He changed later in life. Perhaps after his wife died. ”
I smile. I love all the stories about this family. The more I learn, the more intrigued I am to study their past. A lot of it is written in diaries and journals in the library. I’m hoping to read through half of them before I die. That’s how many there are.
“Please tell me we’re going to stay here tonight.” I’ve been concerned about staying in the mansion tonight. I’d rather be alone with my husband. At least for a night. I just didn’t see how it was possible.
It’s been two days since my stupid stepmother showed up. Two days since I said I would marry Blaze. Two long, long days of waiting for him to stop tormenting me and make love to me.
“We are. We can stay as long as we’d like. I figured at least for a few days. It’s not elegant or anything. Brody only stumbled upon these houses a few weeks ago. Haden has had a team working to get this one cleaned up, repainted, and in decent condition.”
“Does it have a bed?” I tease. That’s all that matters.
He chuckles. “And a fridge. It even has an oven. Gretchen already stocked the fridge with precooked meals. All we have to do is heat things up.” He opens the door and jumps down from his side before rounding to mine.
Blaze swings me into his arms, making me giggle. He kisses all over my face as he carries me, bridal style, toward the small house. When he opens the door and steps inside, I gasp. “Blaze…”
It’s adorable. Fresh paint, hardwood floors, and flowers all over the place.
Immediately, I can tell that it’s tiny. One front room that doubles as a kitchen and a living room, a door leading to a bedroom, and a door leading to a bathroom.
From here, I can see a clawfoot tub that probably dates back a long way.
“They did a good job, didn’t they?” he asks, carrying me around, letting me see everything.
He’s still obnoxious about me walking. Overboard. I think he just likes holding me, so he’s being all overprotective about it and fussy. I don’t mind him keeping me close, so I only protest to be sassy.
After entering the bedroom, he lowers me to my knees on the mattress. The bed is definitely an antique. The mattress is brand new.
“Scoot to the center, baby, but stay on your knees. Face me.” He backs up.
I’m confused, but I do as I’m told, unable to stop grinning.
The room is adorable. Whoever decided to fill it with flowers gets a gold star.
It’s undergone some serious renovations, I presume, but Haden and his team managed to keep the feel of the nineteen hundreds.
Most of the furniture is even older than that.
Blaze leans against the window frame, rubbing his beard, his gaze intense as he stares at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I blush. I feel as pretty as he says. This dress is gorgeous. I’ve never felt prettier. Arianna did my hair this morning. The front sections are braided and pinned up with baby’s breath tucked into the curls. The rest is down in long spirals.
The ring on my finger is heavy, probably because I’m not used to wearing a giant rock. Blaze took me to the city yesterday to choose it. I let him pick, though. I wanted it to be his decision, and I love it.
He also bought me a dainty diamond necklace with a matching bracelet and earrings. I’ve never worn this much money in my life.
“You better not have anything on under that dress, wife.”
I giggle. “Only one way to find out.” He ordered me not to wear anything but the dress and the white sandals, which we also bought in the city yesterday.
“I’m two seconds from taking that off you, but I’m going to make you put it on another time because you look so radiant in it. It suits you perfectly.”
I can’t stop smiling.
“I should have Tiago paint a portrait of you just like this one day. Maybe standing in front of a window so the light shines through, making you glow.”
I’m choking up now. His voice is so sexy.
When he finally stalks toward me, goosebumps rise on my skin. I hold my breath as he rounds behind me and reaches over to slowly lower the zipper down the back. He kneels on the mattress and kisses my shoulder blades while he lets the material fall around my knees.
“Fuck, you’re sexy. Every inch of you.”
His hands slide down my arms to my fingers. “Drop onto all fours, baby,” he growls.
I do as I’m told.
He climbs off the bed and circles me, scrutinizing me, his gaze burning through me. “Arch your chest, Victoria. Tip your head back and thrust your tits forward.”
Panting, I obey.
“Sexy… Imagine what you will look like in this position nine months from now.”
A whimper escapes me. He’s so cocky and confident.
“Does it scare you, baby? Your body filling with my seed until our baby grows inside you?”
“Yes,” I admit, breathily.
He comes to my face and strokes a finger down my cheek. “Do you know how much I love you?”
“Yes, Sir.” I do. I know it in my soul.
“Do you trust that I will always be by your side, in sickness and in health?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you know that I will hold your hair back when you have morning sickness and bring you soda, crackers, and apple juice?”
“Yes, Sir.” God, he’s so intense. It’s why I love him.
His hand slides to my throat and then between my breasts until he gently cups one.
“Do you believe me when I say that I will take care of these amazing globes as they go through all the stages from being sore in a few weeks to aching terribly as they stretch to needing to be milked?” He weighs my breast in his palm.
“Yes, Sir.” I’m near tears. My pussy is dripping.
Blaze moves his fingers to my nipple. “Do you agree to let me work with these little buds to help them elongate into teats so I can milk you properly both by hand and machine?” He pinches my swollen bud for emphasis.
My whole body quakes. “Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
His hand slides down to my belly. “Do you understand how sexy I will find you as your stomach swells until it’s hard to walk? That I will massage your back and feet to help alleviate the pressure?”
Fuck. He’s going to make me come. I couldn’t love another person as much as I love him. “Yes, Sir.”
He plants his other palm on the mattress under my chest and reaches farther to cup my pussy. “Are you ready to give this gift to me, Victoria? This precious gift of your virgin cunt?”
“Yes, Sir,” I sob out.
“Do you consent to letting me fill your body with my come as many times as it takes to implant my seed in you? Will you let me plug this tight pussy to keep my come from leaking out until you’re with child?
Are you ready for me to thrust my cock into you, breaking the tender skin at your entrance?
Will you look into my eyes as I claim you and give me that pain? Let me absorb it for you?”
Tears run down my cheeks now. “Yes, Blaze. I’m yours.”
He drags a finger through my folds, not penetrating me but gathering my wetness.
“Do you know that when you’re close to birth, I’ll be able to rim this tight skin with my fingers to help stretch you and make it easier for our baby’s head and shoulders to slide out of you?
That I will sit between your spread legs during your contractions and finger your cunt to help it widen?
That I will rub your clit to help you orgasm while you’re in labor?
” He taps the entrance. It’s so tight that even his cock is going to hurt.
How is a head going to fit through there?
Both his hands come to my face, and he tips my head back farther, looking into my eyes. “You’re mine, Victoria. My wife. My lover. My partner in life. The mother of my children. The ruler of my heart.”
I’m crying. All I can do is mutter, “Yes, Sir. I’m yours.”
He gathers me in his arms and silently guides me to lie on my back, tossing my dress aside and spreading my legs open before stepping back. Slowly, he undresses, his gaze on my naked body the entire time.