Buckled in Barbwire

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

M y wife is quiet beside me while I drive us to the house. The silence isn’t awkward, but it’s not reassuring either. What’s left unsaid is beginning to sound like regrets.

Paisley appeared properly fucked and satisfied as I carried her out of the bar. Her loopy smile was blissed out. Each breathy sigh told me she’s content. But the last seven minutes have provided too much time for me to assume otherwise.

I’m stuck behind the wheel with my own doubt as company. It’s not a partner I appreciate or entertain willingly. Lately, and often, these uncertainties hammer into me whenever a certain bundle of sunshine is involved. This woman has a way of twisting me up inside until I barely recognize myself. The reflection in the mirror smirks at my demise, but the warmth spreading through my chest doesn’t feel like doom.

A soundless chuckle mimics disbelief. Look at me being contemplative and shit. She might’ve gone and actually saved my soul.

Which means there’s not a chance in hell I’ll ever let her go.

A sideways glance finds her staring out the window. It’s not dark yet but the landscape is nothing out of the ordinary. I want her eyes on me. Always.

The palm I have glued to her thigh gives a gentle squeeze, feeding off our connection. “Twinkles?”

Paisley blinks from the stupor. Her gaze shifts to me, soothing the insatiable craving. “Boss?”

My dick twitches reflexively. That nickname has taken on a new meaning. I fight the heat surging under my skin, concentrating on the road ahead.

“Are we still enemies?”

Her plump bottom lip gets caught between her teeth. “What do you think?”

“I’d prefer to be lovers.” My hand drifts higher to slip under the hem of her dress.

She clamps her legs shut, trapping my fingers and halting their advance. “We agreed to just once.”

“Can we expand the restriction to cover one night instead?”

“Not satisfied?”

My palm roams along her satin skin. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

Paisley hums, poking her tongue into her cheek to provoke me. “How much sex are we talking about? It’s barely seven o’clock. Does this deal end at midnight?”

A noncommittal shrug answers her. “Let’s not limit ourselves more than necessary. At this rate, I have hours to worship you.”

“Good grief,” she exhales. “I suppose I can be flexible with our nonexistent rules.”

“That’s my good little wife.” A thought occurs to me, swiping at the lust before it clogs my brain. “Are you sore?”

Her thighs clench again and I groan. “Not really. Just sensitive.”

My fingers tighten on the steering wheel. “I’ll be gentle.”

“Or not,” she murmurs.

I swerve when my foot slips off the pedal. “Fuck, you can’t say shit like that to me when I can’t do anything about it.”

“Better hurry before I change my mind.”

The truck roars when I slam on the gas. Paisley laughs and reaches over to boop my nose. I bite at her, making her squeal louder. Arousal pumps hotter in my blood with each passing mile. It takes entirely too long to reach the gate.

My fingers tremble as I jab at the keypad. The code isn’t working, which spurs my irritation to enter it wrong again. “Dammit.”

“Did you forget? Or did someone change it?” Her lashes flutter to the beat of her taunting.

I narrow my eyes on her sassy mouth and blindly punch at the buttons. The soft whir of the mechanics clicking into gear signals my success. Paisley huffs at the gloating smirk aimed at her. I blow her a kiss before gunning it toward the garage.

“Offer the man unlimited sex and watch him haul ass,” she mutters under her breath.

“Damn straight.” I’ve barely cut the engine before I’m out and rounding the tailgate. My motivations nearly wrench her door off the hinges.

“What the—?” She’s unbuckled and flung over my shoulder before finishing the statement.

“Hang on, wifey.” I lightly spank her upturned ass.

“I… can… walk,” she sputters.

“This is faster.” My jog jostles her in my grip but I’d never let her fall. “Every moment is precious.”

“Aww-wwahh.” Paisley’s croon resembles a hiccup. “How semi-sweet of you, and not a bad view.”

I almost trip when she pinches my rear. “Careful, woman. I’m carrying priceless cargo.”

Her giggle gets extra bouncy when I climb the porch stairs. My free hand begins tapping at the lock pad. It only takes once and I pump my fist. Just as I’m stepping inside, Dad pushes past me as if waiting for the opportunity to escape.

I turn to watch him flee, swinging Paisley around with the motion. “Where are you going?”

“Bingo at the community center,” he calls in return.

“Bingo?”

“Don’t say it unless you mean it. They’ll fine you for that.” Dad wags his finger in jest.

My stunned expression slackens further. “What…? Who…?”

“Your in-laws invited me. Mighty fine folks.” He rocks on the soles of his boots. “I’m retired now, and taking time to smell the clover.”

“But… how?” I’ve lost the ability to form a complete sentence.

“Looks like you’ve got your hands full, son. I’ll leave you to it.” Dad tips his hat and begins whistling on his walk to the truck, giving me a wave over his shoulder. “Don’t wait up.”

My wide eyes watch him leave but there’s nothing else to say.

“Um, excuse me?” My wife bucks against me, ready to get on with the fun. “Can you put me down?”

“Not a chance. I’ll give you a tour later.”

She mutters under her breath about my grumpy ass. “You act like I’ve never been here before.”

“Whatever happened before me doesn’t matter. I’ve got big plans to prove that.”

And then I’m back in motion. My boots pound on the steps as I race to the second floor. Paisley grips onto my shirt when I take a corner too tight. Hallways stretch on for what feels like miles. This house is determined to make me work for it.

Relief punches at me when we finally arrive at our suite. The French doors have never been a more welcome sight. I turn the knob, rush forward, and stop dead in my tracks.

“The fuck?”

Paisley struggles against me in an effort to see what’s earned my expletive. With a hand braced on the wall, she manages to turn herself enough to get a peek. A gasp tumbles from her parted lips. Laughter soon follows.

“Oh, I’m all moved in. That’s convenient.”

My shock spans the area in an arc but I still can’t believe it. “Everything is…”

“Pink? Yes,” she chirps. “That’s somewhat of a signature for me.”

“I can see that. ”

This is what a tragic makeover looks like. My domain has been taken hostage by a pastel princess. Bright splashes of her favorite shade litter every surface.

There’s a neon rug laid out in front of my black leather chair in the corner. Model horses form lines all over my formerly organized shelves. Rhinestones gleam under the overhead light. My gray drapes are tainted with gauzy fabric. It even smells like sunshine and sugar.

Paisley’s sigh is far too pleased. “I love what they’ve done with the place. Not that I saw it before.”

A grunt is the extent of my reply. It’s reminiscent of that glitter bomb she sent me. Sparkles stick to everything, never to be bland again. A crooked grin touches my lips. This room is much like myself.

Her giggle is sweet enough to make me momentarily forget about the horrible injustice. “Guess they mixed my things with yours. What do you think about the color scheme?”

“Pretty damn symbolic,” I mutter.

I’m a minimalist, which used to be evident by my lack of clutter and belongings. Dark in style. Not to mention clean and simple and straightforward.

Meanwhile, she’s splatters of bright sunny hues and radiance spread over every surface. I’d complain about my retinas burning if I didn’t halfway love this woman. Fuck, maybe this arrangement isn’t too bad.

She doesn’t realize how much control she holds over me. Or maybe she does but chooses not to use it. My wife isn’t the type to hold a person’s weakness over them… unlike me.

But her soft snicker isn’t necessary. “Your space is all mine, husband. ”

If that’s how she wants to play it…

My arm bands tighter across her legs. “And you’re really stuck with me now, Twinkles.”

She stiffens and flops slightly as if trying to retreat. I almost dare her to defy me and run across the estate. The chase would end with her splayed in a very different position.

As if hearing the threat of my hunt, she clears her throat. “Your bedroom is bigger than my entire apartment.”

“Which is why you fit right in.” I glare at a fuchsia lampshade as if it offends me.

Paisley wiggles in my clutches again. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Egyptian cotton sheets covered in a frilly blanket? “Beat my expectations once again, wife.”

My stride is a purposeful stomp toward the atrocity. She huffs but doesn’t complain about her upside-down predicament. At least until I toss her onto the California king.

“Hey!” She immediately flings upright, batting blonde hair from her face. “That’s no way to treat priceless cargo.”

“Don’t get your tits in a twist, Twinkles. I’m about to show you how it feels to be mine. All. Night. Long.” I prowl toward her, my rapid pulse throbbing in my cock. “And just to be clear, you’ll never want it any other way ever again.”

Her gulp is audible. “I want to take a shower.”

My forward motion slams to a halt. “Alone?”

“You can join me,” she whispers.

That’s all I need to hear. My fingers circle her ankle and pull her to the edge of the mattress. Paisley squeals when the abrupt movement lifts her dress. In an upward swoop, I remove the unwanted garment completely. That leaves her in nothing but her bra. The scraps of her ruined underwear are tucked safely in my pocket. A fiery blush almost has her blending into our newly improved background. Her legs cross as if that will contain her modesty, but my wife can’t hide from me. This growing obsession could find her in soundless pitch black.

My mouth waters at the sight of her exposed flesh. The urgency to taste her has me rushing to strip bare. I grip the bottom of my shirt and yank. Pearl snaps fly open in a dutiful surrender. A shrug slips the parted fabric off my shoulders, adding it to the discarded pile. Then I’m reaching behind me for the collar of my white tee to wrench the material over my head.

Paisley’s eyes pop wide at the slick motions and my naked torso. “Very efficient.”

“The faster to fuck you, wife.”

Practiced routine undoes my belt, whipping the leather free from the loops. Paisley shivers at the crack splitting through the air like anticipation. Her stare is laser-focused on the bulge in my jeans. I’m harder than a fence post and eager to ditch the confinement.

“Wanna do the honors?”

She’s already nodding while scooting toward me. Delicate fingers open the button, sliding the zipper down with careful precision. The gentle touch slides under the elastic waistband of my boxers, shucking off my pants and briefs in one fell swoop.

“Is this for me?” Her breathy tone strokes my dick.

“All yours,” I confirm as precum seeps from the tip. “Every inch. ”

She stretches her hand along my shaft, which doesn’t cover the length. “Has to be more than seven.”

“Nine last I checked.”

“Wow.” She sighs while ogling my cock like a foot-long with all the fixings.

My thumb roams the shape of her jaw. “Hungry?”

“I could eat.” She smacks her lips, preparing for a meal.

Desperate need tightens my balls and I wrestle the demand to fuck her before fulfilling her request. “Gotta hose you down first.”

Baby blues fling to my face. The naughty gleam sparks all sorts of filthy ideas. There’s time for that under the spray.

“Up you go.” After I’ve kicked away the shed layers, I heft Paisley in my arms and turn for the bathroom.

She giggles, kicking her feet. “My legs are good for more than spreading.”

“This is where you belong.” I drop my mouth onto hers, nibbling before licking at the inflicted bite.

“The least I can do is turn on the light.” She flips the switch, revealing that her interior design influence spread here as well.

More girly shit is stacked all over the countertop. Pink towels and mats to match. The list goes on. I ignore what looks like a crochet penis proudly displayed in the basket of washcloths.

“Totally worth it,” I mumble while setting her down in front of the half wall.

Paisley is busy gawking at the custom shower that occupies a third of the large space. The doorless walk-in is worthy of admiration but the digital controls are the best feature. I only have to tap once for my saved settings to kick on.

“Three rain spouts?” Her eyes bulge at the overhead faucets.

“You just need the one.” I stroke a fist over my cock.

She nods obediently while watching me. “Yes, that’s all I need.”

“Get in,” I command with a lift of my chin.

Her fingers fumble to unclasp her bra. I’m mesmerized as her breasts bounce from the cups. Her nipples tighten, begging for my mouth. A quick downward swoop latches me onto one. Paisley squeaks, fingers spearing into my hair. A slight tug at the roots trails down to my dick and I nudge the insistence for more against her. She bows into me on command. I clamp down on her skin before wrenching myself away. If I don’t stop, we’ll never get clean.

Steam quickly gathers and billows toward us. The center head pours a heavy stream, beckoning to my wife. It’s large enough to fit both of us underneath.

Paisley stumbles backward with me hot on her toes. Whatever she sees in my gaze has her reversing faster. I stalk her until the water hits her ass and she jolts. The fact that she’s skittish pumps me full of the desire to be in control.

“Am I still the boss?”

“Yes,” my wife states automatically.

I duck under the spray and yank her flush against me. Our wet bodies slide together like gentle waves. One of my hands cuffs her wrists behind her back. The other trails along her stomach before palming her breast. She bends back and thrusts into my touch. A pinch to her nipple has her gasping, clutching onto me like she might fall .

“You’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like.” It’s not a request.

“Should we use a safe word?” Paisley sounds entirely too excited about that possibility to refuse her.

“Just call me old man . I really hate that and I’ll stop on principle alone.” Then a more desirable outcome sprouts. “Or want to punish you.” I release her from the restraint to swat at her ass.

Her freed palms rub along my abs, gliding higher to rest against my neck. “My husband is very dominant.”

I turn my head to kiss her outstretched arm. “Does that turn you on?”

“Yes,” she purrs. “I haven’t explored many kinks, but it’s sexy when you’re in charge.”

“I’ve never put it to use in the bedroom. Not sure what specific categories I’d fall into.”

Paisley laughs, lifting to bite at my chin. “Probably all of them, but we don’t need more labels, husband. We can just do what feels right.”

That spurs me into action. My mouth fastens onto hers, swallowing a surprised breath. Tongues glide in a lazy caress. Water soaks us from above while heat spreads through me. Insatiable hunger has me pulling her impossibly closer.

She grabs onto my shoulders while I knead her ass. Her mewls spill against my lips as my cock grinds into her. We’re slippery and hot and needy. I consider hoisting her up against the wall to thrust deep, but that can wait.

“Need to wash you.” The reminder is just as much for me as it is for her.

My palm blindly grabs a bottle of soap and a fluffy pink loofah. I squirt too much on in my haste. The lather spills over my hands while I begin scrubbing her skin. Paisley stands dutifully, allowing me to bathe every crevice.

“Can I clean you in exchange?” She holds a soapy sponge aloft.

“Only if you get me dirty afterward.”

“Of course,” she whispers while scrubbing at my chest.

Fire infuses my veins when she pays special attention to my dick. Her palm is slick, grip sliding in quick bursts to tease me. It’s enough to draw my balls up tight.

Once we’re both covered in suds, I grab the handheld sprayer. The added spout heats the room into a sauna. Bubbles slip down Paisley’s curves and pool in the nearest drain. Her skin is flushed, nipples pebbled. I bring the water between her legs and adjust the pressure. She gasps, grabbing onto my wrist. My stare is riveted on hers as I swivel the stream to hit just right. Her mouth drops open on a soft moan.

“Good?”

She bites her bottom lip and steps back to get support from the tiles behind us. I’m quick to follow. We’re out of the direct spray, but moisture still clings to us.

Her hips rock against the nozzle. “I might come already.”

“Can’t have that.” I drop the sprayer while lowering to my knees.

Her protest fizzles when I drape her leg over my shoulder. She parts for me like a flower in bloom. I’m all too eager for her nectar to quench my thirst.

“Do you like praise?” I kiss her inner thigh. “Compliments?” A peck to the opposite side. “Romantic sentiments?”

“All of the above,” she breathes .

“This pussy is perfect.” I spread her folds with my thumbs. “Tight. Pink. Mine.”

My exhale drifts across her heat and she trembles. On my next breath, I bury my nose to inhale her sugary aroma. Flattening my tongue, I taste her from pucker to clit. Tangy arousal floods my mouth.

“Fucking delectable,” I groan. From this day forward, I only want to drink from her bottomless well.

“Ohhhh, my.” Her upper body slumps against the tiles.

“That’s right. Just relax, beautiful.” One arm cinches around her waist to keep her steady. “I’m gonna take really good care of you.”

Paisley’s lashes flutter shut and she surrenders to my control. “O-okay.”

My lips attach to her clit with expert precision. She jolts from the onslaught. I swipe over the swollen bud, spilling sweetness onto my tongue. Hard suction is met with a spasm and sharp cry.

“Do you feel like my toy now?” I murmur into her slick heat. “Or do I need to play with you more?”

“More,” she whimpers. “More.”

“I’ll never share you, wife.”

Paisley quivers. “No, never.”

“Just the thought of another man touching you makes me enraged. You’re mine.” Feral need tightens my grip on her.

“Yours,” she parrots.

The acknowledgment thrums through me and doubles my efforts. Jittery hands grasp my hair as an anchor. Her trembles are already starting. That urges me to sink a finger into her pussy. Shallow thrusts rip mewls from her, getting louder when I increase the pace. I add a second digit on the next entry. She hisses, jerking her hips.

That pauses all movement. “Too much?”

Blonde hair flings side to side with her refusal. “Just sensitive. Keep going.”

“What the lady wants…”

“She gets….” Her voice trails off into a whimper. “Ohhhh, there. Yes, yes!”

That shout is hoarse, pushing me to lash at her even harder. Her unique flavor is candy melting in my mouth. I work my fingers against the clench of her inner muscles. She’s drenching me but I’m still thirsty.

My groan vibrates through both of us. “I’m going to wring you dry and swallow every drop.”

“Please,” she begs. “I’m almost there.”

Paisley’s need for relief is directly connected to mine. That thrum beneath my skin pushes me faster. I slide my fingers in and out to the frantic beat of my pulse. Hard suction attacks her clit, feasting without apology. It’s a sloppy mess, and I fucking love it.

My methods notch higher to get her to the peak. She squeals and bucks against me. I drag my pinky back to her ass, teasing the puckered rim. That’s all it takes for her to gush in my mouth.

Paisley’s head lolls against the shower wall as the orgasm washes through her. Limbs twitch while pleasure sweeps in. A thick exhale tapers off into a contented sigh. She’s sated and pliant. If I wasn’t holding her upright, she’d fall right to her knees.

“Well done, husband.” She pats my head with a sloppy palm. “If you expect me to move anytime soon, you’ll need to carry me. I won’t fight you.”

I gaze up at her, caught in the blinding sunlight she reflects. “Thank you.”

She blinks her bleary eyes. “For what?”

“You give me something I haven’t had in a long time, if ever.”

“A vagina in your face?”

My chuckle bursts free and I nip her skin. “That sassy mouth is trouble.”

“Gonna stuff it full?” She pops her lips.

That visual distracts from the strange flutter in my heart. “Wouldn’t mind.”

Paisley unhitches her knee from my shoulder and tugs me to my feet. Her fingers are quick to cinch around my cock while she sinks to sit on her heels. The insistent demand for relief has me thrusting gently. It’s slippery, better than lube. She tightens her grip and uses that slickness to pump faster. Tingles gather across my lower back, spreading warmth and the need to come.

“Shouldn’t take long,” I grunt.

“What do you like?” She glances up at me from under lowered lashes.

“The sight of you kneeling in front of me while holding my dick.”

“Hmmm,” she muses. “Is that all?”

My brain short-circuits when she kisses my tip. “Uh-huh.”

“Gag me,” she exhales against my rigid shaft. “I want to feel you in my throat. ”

My knees almost buckle and I slap a palm against the tiles. “Fuuuuuuck, Twinkles. Are you sure?”

“Mhmmm.” Her tongue swirls around the flared crown before pulling me past her lips.

I’m captivated while she slowly sucks me in. Her cheeks hollow from the effort. Halfway and pressure begins to collect, warning me the end is closer than I’d like.

“Look at my good little wife,” I croon. “Mouth stuffed full of me. Gonna choke on that big cock?”

She bobs her head, taking another inch in the process. Her hum of approval benefits both of us. Stars explode across my vision when she takes me deeper. It’s getting difficult to hold back. Between her taste lingering on my tongue and her lips stretched wide around me, I won’t last much longer.

I clench my hands into fists while leaning forward to brace against the wall. My dick bumps the back of her throat and I feel her gag reflex try to spit me out. But Paisley swallows the urge, along with more of my length. Her eyes were already wet but a stray droplet escapes to trickle down her cheek. It’s enough to make me pull back.

Hands slap on my ass to halt the retreat. A feisty glare swings up to punish me. Determination shines bright in those blue depths. Who am I to deny her?

But she struggles to shove me beyond that point. An uncomfortable gurgle sounds when she tries. I wait for her to adjust or quit. Her breathing is harsh and loud, even over the pounding stream beside us. It’s a major conflict of interest as I watch her sputter again.

“Relax,” I murmur. My palm wraps around her throat, fingers massaging gently. “Go slow. ”

Her nostrils flare with a heavy exhale. She pushes forward, gulping when my dick nudges the sensitive passage. That’s when I slide through her resistance. A shudder ripples through me. So. Tight. Under my hand, her neck bulges from the intrusion. It’s too tempting not to press against that strain. Just the slightest bit.

Paisley’s stretched lips lift at the corners when she jams the rest of me down her throat. Her rapid breaths puff against my pelvis and I jerk from the sensation. The tension seeps out of her after reaching the accomplishment. My length thickens at the slight change in angle. A steady throb squeezes and suspends me just at the edge. I’m seconds from losing it.

“Gonna come,” I warn on a rasp.

Rather than withdraw, my wife drags her tongue along my cock and sucks. As if that’s not enough, she cradles my clenched balls in her hand. Her fingers latch on just like my grip on her neck.

“Holy shiiiiiii—” My garbled speech cuts off as my release rushes forward.

I can’t think or move as warmth floods me. My eyes roll back in my skull. She’s pulling my soul out through my dick and eagerly swallowing. It takes minutes for me to regain clarity. Even then, my vision still swims. I blink at the spots and focus on a solid fact.

“My teeth are numb,” I mutter.

Paisley eases me out of her mouth, which is much easier after I came my brains out. Her tongue pokes out to swipe at a droplet clinging to my tip. “Fucking delectable.”

My heart kicks into a gallop as she reuses my description of her taste. I’m a goner for this woman. “What am I going to do with you?”

She taps her swollen lips. “Marry me? Oh, wait.” Her smart-ass glances at the rock on her finger. “You already did that.”

“Damn, you’re incredible.” I lift her against me, cinching us in a hug that’s long overdue.

“Heard that before.” Her voice is muffled as she rubs my back. She shifts to prop her chin on my sternum, gaze searching mine. “What were you going to say before I made you shut me up?”

The lingering effects of the best blowjob in history loosen my lips. “You give me peace, Twinkles. This unfamiliar sense of…” I pause and thump at the pang in my chest. “Rightness. Like I’m finally complete. I hope you’ll stay with me much longer than tonight.”

“Maybe,” she evades. “I’ll definitely use you as a pillow after all this sex you’ve promised.”

“Better get to it.”

After turning off the shower, I grab two of the robes hanging on a nearby hook. I hold one out and Paisley shrugs on the bulky material. The large size hangs loose on her small frame, but it’s good enough to trap warmth. Once mine is fastened around my waist, I scoop her off her feet.

She loops her arms around my neck and relaxes in my hold. “I’ll never want to walk again if you keep carrying me.”

“Just treating you like the priceless cargo you are.”

“It’s official. I can get used to this.” She nuzzles into me before I drop her on the bed.

“Stay,” I command when her stomach grumbles. “I’ll get you food. ”

“Such service.” She props herself up. “Don’t you need dinner?”

My chuckle is famished as I lick my chops, gaze feasting at the spot between her legs. “Don’t worry about me, wife. I’m going to eat you until you’re ready for me to fill you up. Over and over.”

Paisley’s mouth pops open, forming a small circle. “That sounds… acceptable.”

“Be warned,” I rasp while backing out of the room. “I’m starving, and I won’t stop until you beg me.”