Chapter 12
TWELVE
Nevaeh
Caelian’s larger than most men in every way. He’s the size of a titan, with the thick, heavy appendage to match. It’s only been a few days since the last time we’ve been together, but that doesn’t matter—he’ll always be a lot to accommodate.
Now is no different.
I grab hold of his member and help guide it into myself.
The fat, round head pushes past my entrance, the pressure building up ’til he’s slipping inside and I’m stretching around him.
I sink down as far as I can handle, angling my hips.
An immediate shudder racks through me at taking him so deep so quickly.
I have to pause to catch the breath my lungs lost.
For his part, Caelian welcomes me. He coaxes me. He groans as he slides in and squeezes my thighs to keep me where I am, where he is planted deep inside.
“Yes, Nevi,” he rumbles. “You like having your little pussy filled up by my cock? Tell me how good it feels.”
I shudder again, my breaths short. “Mmm… Cael… it’s so good. So much… but it feels good.”
“You know what to do. Ride my cock. Take every fucking inch.”
I begin undulating my hips, going slow, building to more. My motions are fluid and smooth like the dancer I am. Caelian’s thick, throbbing member slides in and out of me. In every time I rock my hips toward him. Out every time my hips rock away.
The sensations come on strong. Within seconds we’re moaning in unison. My wet pussy squelches. Our skin slaps together.
Caelian clenches his large hands around my thighs, and he wrenches me down toward him. I’m balancing myself on his tattooed chest, feeling like I’m riding a beast.
And that’s exactly what I’m doing—I’m fucking my beast of a mafia capo husband, taking every inch he has to offer.
I pick up my pace. I ride Caelian like it’s second nature, like I’m a confident, sensuous woman and not a novice.
Maybe I really am that confident, sensuous woman… or I’m becoming her in moments like these. I lose myself to the rhythm of my undulating hips. I rock back and forth and fuck myself on Caelian’s cock.
He’s with me for every fluid motion. Every quick roll of my hips. Every time he reaches a new part of me.
We work together, his hands cupping my ass, me riding him to a beat I’ve created.
His eyes are hooded with lust. His gaze predatory.
He’s intense and gritty. An uncivilized beast with the ability to consume me. So powerful, so intimidating, most men willfully bend their knee to him in deference.
The man I’m in love with who’s a monster.
But also my husband.
I put on a show for him. I ride him and squeeze his cock. My hand cups my breasts and I meet his wolfish eyes.
He groans at how deep I take him. The hot clench that meets him as he slides in. His grip becomes so viselike on my skin, I’m sure I’ll be sore tomorrow. But I’ve never heard him groan like this before. The groan’s rubbed raw, rumbling out of his chest.
A slack expression comes to his rugged face. The look of a man who’s jumped off the deep end into complete pleasure.
I want to give that to him. My thighs burn, feeling shaky, but I rock my hips harder. Air puffs out of me as I pant and ride him so good, the muscles in his huge body twitch. He strains against the pleasure rushing him as he grunts and grips me and begins fucking up into me.
No longer am I controlling the motion.
Caelian is as he thrusts up into me using the muscles in his legs and core. He’s far gone, his eyes dark and lusty, his teeth gritted.
His cock hits the back of my pussy and touches just the right spot I need.
Another shudder seizes me. An electric current lights its way through me. I’m surrendering as he does, collapsing forward.
It’s no matter as Caelian balances me on top of him and his pelvis gives frantic thrusts into me. He’s swollen and throbbing like he’s about to bust.
Our lips crash together as he lets go and comes. His seed is hot, his kiss rough.
We don’t slow down at first. Our bodies act of their own accord, writhing to the waves of pleasure that crash over us.
My pussy quivers and my thighs ache. I barely have the strength to roll off Caelian. Before I can, he grabs hold of both my wrists to keep me astride him.
“My cum stays inside your pussy,” he says, his voice thick with the aftereffects of his orgasm. “Do you understand? You will lay back with your hips raised and leave it inside you.”
“But, Cael—”
“You might’ve forgotten, but I haven’t. You’re to have my baby, Nevaeh. That’s what we’ll be doing from now on—breeding.”
My eyes widen. “We’re still newlyweds. It’s barely been two months.”
“You’re going to be swollen with my baby,” he says, squeezing my wrists to emphasize his point. “As soon as possible. There’s no saying how much time I have left.”
“You have plenty of time. You’ve been doing the treatments.”
“It doesn’t matter. My condition is unpredictable, and you’re my wife. Isn’t that what you were just telling me? You want to be by my side? Then you’ll be by my side… carrying my child.”
“Does this mean you forgive me?” I ask almost timidly.
“Keep the cum inside you. Lay back and do as I’ve told you. Don’t let me find out you’re getting rid of it. Ms. P will tell me if you do. Is that understood, bella?”
Confused, I give a small nod.
I’m more or less dismissed after that.
Caelian nudges me off him and gets up to leave the room. He’s barely walked out when there’s a knock on the bedroom door and Ms. Poitier announces herself. I’ve done as he’s asked and laid back against the pillows, keeping my hips raised to trap more of his seed inside me.
She approaches with a sympathetic look on her face.
I’m sure I look a mess with my hair disheveled and crumpled nightgown and the cum leaking from the inside of my thighs.
“I’m guessing Mr. C told you of his newest stipulation?” she asks gently.
“Yes… he did…”
“Good, honey. We’ll start some daily practices that will help you along. Things that should help you conceive. Mr. C had his input as well. You’ll learn more as we go. For now, just lay down for a few minutes… then we’ll wash up.”
I’m not sure how to feel. What to think.
Caelian never said if he’d forgiven me. He refused to answer. He barely kissed me ’til we were climaxing and he lost control of himself.
He left the room immediately after, sparing me no affection or comfort.
My heart twinges at the possibility he hasn’t forgiven me at all…
Over the next few days, my worries are confirmed. Caelian hasn’t forgiven me; he still harbors resentment and bad feelings about what he perceives as a betrayal. Several times I attempt to corner him and explain myself. I beg him to hear what I have to say.
He couldn’t be less interested.
I’m told to leave. I’m escorted away by Ms. Poitier and kept busy so I don’t search for Caelian again.
We no longer have dinner together. I’m told Caelian’s schedule doesn’t allow for it.
Instead I sit alone at the long dinner table with enough food to feed every living family member I have.
Umberto keeps me company—if you can call it that—standing dutifully on the sidelines and fetching anything he anticipates I need.
My nights are spent in the bedroom Caelian keeps me in until I’m summoned to his room.
When the time comes that I am, I’m escorted to his bedroom for one purpose only.
He takes me roughly. There are no kisses or soft touches.
Caelian is the beast he’s always been, ripping away the nightgowns I wear and throwing me to the bed. He can’t control his hunger for me anymore than I can for him. I meet his fiery passion with a hunger of my own, desperate for any touch from him at all.
Even if there’s no love or tenderness to be felt.
He often fucks me from behind, shoving me down while dragging my hips and butt back. His dick drills so deep he bottoms out, and I scream as stars flash before my eyes. His hands are calloused and his grip bruising, contorting me into different positions.
I’m flipped over and spun around. I’m folded up ’til my legs are pushed back behind my head and I’m shaped like a seashell.
He growls and sinks into my pussy, his thrusts hard and aggressive.
It’s like Caelian has reverted back to his old self. The brute he’d been before we married and he learned how to pleasure me. He doesn’t seem to consider my pleasure at all anymore. He no longer seeks out my clit or eats my pussy with ravenous hunger.
I’m merely there so he can fuck me in various positions, plant his seed, then walk out of the room the moment he’s finished.
Any orgasms I have are from my own hand. My own stimulation or his dick hitting just the right spot before he comes.
They’re smaller orgasms. They’re not buzzing with the excitement and pleasure I used to have.
After a week of these nightly visits to his room, I’m almost numbed to them altogether.
Caelian grunts as his final thrusts turn erratic and he buries himself deep in my pussy. He’s slicked with sweat, breathing heavier than usual, stepping off the bed. He slides on his pajama pants, then strides out the room without a word or even glance at me.
I suspect he’s off to see his physician. He had mentioned his heart problems weren’t improving, but I don’t know any details.
We’re not on speaking terms, so I’m not offered that kind of information anymore.
My heart sinks inside my chest. I give a sigh as I lie against the pillows and let his cum soak inside me.
“He’ll come around,” Ms. Poitier says. She’s come into the room and noticed how dejected I am. “He’s a stubborn man, Nevaeh. He was very hurt by what happened… and unfortunately… that means it’s going to take time.”
“How much time?” I croak, blinking back tears. “I was tricked, Ms. Poitier. I didn’t want to leave. I was… I was just trying to protect him.”
“I know, honey. But Mr. C doesn’t trust easily, or at all, really. You were the first woman he ever opened himself up to.”
She pats me on the back and proceeds to ease me into the routine for the rest of the night.
I’ve begun taking special vitamins. I’ve been instructed to drink an herbal chaste berry tea and the rest of my diet has been restructured with foods that optimize fertility.
As Ms. Poitier helps me bathe in the clawfoot tub, I can’t hide my discomfort. It’s been another few nights of the cold treatment, and I’m starting to wonder how much more I can take.
Ms. Poitier drags a soapy loofah along my back. “I know exactly what you’re thinking. You’re worrying it’ll never happen.”
“You said it yourself; he takes loyalty very seriously. He doesn’t open his heart to many people. What if he never forgives me, Ms. P? I can’t…” trail off, my throat aching. “I can’t be subjected to the cold shoulder forever. It hurts so much. He barely even looks at me.”
“He loves you,” she insists. She tilts my chin up, then wipes at my misty eyes.
“I know Mr. C better than anybody, honey. And that man does love you. He still insists you’re well taken care of.
He always asks about how you’re doing. It’s just going to take him a while.
I’ll try to talk to him, okay? Maybe… maybe convince him to spend some more time with you. Outside of the, errr, baby making.”
I go to bed that night with Caelian on my mind. I spend the hours between midnight and sunrise tossing and turning, dreaming about him.
He’s in the audience of one of my shows. I’m on stage performing for only him as I spin faster and faster, a breathless smile on my face. But no matter how fast I spin, he remains unwavering, still and stoic like a statue.
So I make my turns even sharper. I push myself harder. I go round and round ’til I’m dizzy, constantly throwing glances at the empty audience.
Caelian gets up and walks out. I’m still coming out of my pirouette when I notice he’s fading in the distance. My ankle bends, balance is thrown off. I slam into the floor, screaming out his name, pleading for him to return.
I jolt in bed, gripping the blankets like I really am falling. Then I slowly realize I’m awake and it was all some horrible dream.
I’m unable to fall back asleep. For hours I lay in bed and stare out the dark window, until eventually morning light colors the sky.
The bedroom door flies open so suddenly. Ms. Poitier rushes inside, darting straight for the armoire.
I spring up in bed, alarmed. “Ms. P, what are you doing? Am I going somewhere?”
“Yes, honey. Mr. C is taking you out!”
The excitement’s instant.
I pounce forward on the bed, going from one end to the other. “Me and Cael? He’s taking me somewhere? Outside of the estate? Just the two of us?”
“Just the two of you.”
“But where?”
“He didn’t tell me. But he’s set aside his whole day for this. Just the two of you. He asked me to get you ready.”
Curiosity flutters inside me. My head slants to the side. “Do you think this means he’s forgiven me?”
“Oh, honey. It’s possible.” She shoots me a kind smile like a mother would. “Let’s get you dressed, shall we?”