13. Wren
Chapter 13
Wren
“What are you doing, baby girl?”
I spin at the sound of my husband’s voice, quickly removing my hand from between my legs. I didn’t hear him enter the bathroom over the shower. I’m vaguely aware that his unexpected appearance didn’t scare me like in the kitchen three days ago. I guess I’m finally relaxing and trusting that I’m safe here. Well, as relaxed as I can be, considering I’ve been caught trying to get myself off.
“Um, I… You’re home early,” I stutter, cheeks blazing.
Gabe prowls toward the shower cubicle, loosening his tie. “Not a second too soon, it seems. Were you touching yourself? ”
My toes curl in the water cascading at my feet. My breathing shortens and the now-familiar heat whenever he’s near shoots through my limbs and settles between my legs. “No. I-I was, uh, washing. In the shower. With shower gel.”
His molten eyes hold mine as he shrugs off his jacket and strips off his shirt. “Didn’t look like you were washing from where I was standing, little bird.”
I swallow. “Gabe, I didn’t?—”
“If you need release, you come to me.” He slides his pants down his muscular thighs and removes his socks, leaving him in only black boxer briefs. God, he’s gorgeous. So fit and wonderfully sculpted, like Mother Nature took extra care when creating him.
My gaze is glued to the masculine beauty of my husband as he removes the boxers. His cock is long and thick. I’m still amazed it fits inside me as beautifully as it does.
Cold air teases my skin, raising goosebumps as Gabriel opens the glass door and steps inside. His large frame dominates the space, sending a frisson of excitement down my spine.
“Turn around.” His voice holds a delicious edge that’s meant to be obeyed .
I do as he says, the scorching heat of his body radiating at my back. The water drums around us as I face the tiled wall, enveloping us in its liquid caress.
His lips graze the shell of my ear. “I’ll ask again. Were you touching my pussy?”
I huff out a shaky breath. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, I think you do. Are you trying to tease Daddy?” He presses his hips against me, nestling his stiff cock between my ass cheeks. “Or is it a punishment you’re looking for?”
“I haven’t done anything to deserve a punishment,” I say firmly, even though my legs have softened to cooked noodles.
“Haven’t done anything, hmm?” His hand comes down on my right ass cheek.
I yelp, my thighs shaking with arousal. “O-okay, I-I was horny, but?—”
Smack.
“Oh, God,” I moan, clenching my thighs.
“You’re mine to touch. Mine to pleasure. Do you understand, little one? ”
A full-body shudder wracks me as another moan escapes. I take too long to answer, and his palm lands on my right cheek again.
“Answer my question. Do you understand?”
Some perverse part of me refuses to answer. Every strike to my ass feels like he’s thrusting his fingers deep inside me. I want this. Need it. I want the impact of his hand and the emotions each slap elicits. Relinquishing control to Gabriel empowers me. For the first time in my life, I’m comfortable enough in my own skin to sink into my femininity. My sexual surrender offers a release from everyday cares and worries. I can safely indulge in this submissive play with Gabriel because he respects me and regards me as an equal outside the bedroom.
“Ah, I understand,” Gabe says as if reading my thoughts. “My baby girl needs this, and she knows I always give her what she needs.” He massages my stinging ass tenderly. “I’m going to spank your ass until you beg me to stop.”
His palm connects with my flesh again. And again. Small bursts of fiery heat followed by his hand massaging my hot skin. I’ve never been this turned on. It’s freedom in its purest form, and I want more .
His hand slips between my thighs, and I panic.
“Gabe, I-I’m still on my period,” I admit in a rush. “That’s why I was… you know. I-I didn’t think you’d want to do anything until after, but I was horny, so I…” I trail off, biting my lip.
Gabriel smacks my ass. Hard. “Naughty girl. You should know by now that my favorite place is inside my wife.” He lowers his head, nipping my ear. “It’s my job to take care of you. Can’t have my needy little bird in here all alone with her fingers buried in her tight cunt because she’s embarrassed about a little blood. I had your virgin blood on my cock, remember? You think a little menstrual blood is going to stop me from fucking your hot little hole?”
A whimper escapes my throat. “N-no?”
“Right answer.”
God, this man unravels me with every kiss, every touch, every whispered promise.
He whips me around to face him, claiming my mouth in a fevered kiss. Our teeth clash, our tongues slide together. It’s messy and carnal and perfect.
Breaking the kiss, Gabriel grabs the shaving foam and a razor from the shower caddy before dropping to his knees.
“What are you doing?”
“Shaving you. I want to see every inch of my pussy. Hold on to the grab rail. Lift your foot and rest it on my shoulder.”
My belly swoops as I follow his instructions. He sprays the shaving foam into his big palm, and his warm fingers spread it over my mound and outer folds.
“Um, have you done this before?”
He pauses, the razor poised an inch from my pussy. “No. Hold still.”
My breath catches. I whimper at the first touch of the cold blade against my flesh, as much from arousal as from trepidation.
Brow furrowed, Gabriel slides the razor over my skin, one deft stroke after another, pausing several times to rinse the blade. My fingers dig into his shoulders to keep my balance, watching the heavy rise and fall of his chest. It suddenly dawns on me that this is turning him on as he stares at the smooth skin the blade has revealed. I look down, seeing my pussy now bare of hair, the flesh flushed pink .
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he mutters. He parts me, brushing my most sensitive spot, the tip of one finger slipping inside me and making me moan. Then, his mouth is on me, hot and slick.
Gabriel has gone down on me before, but without my feminine curls, every inch of my pussy is free for him to tease and taste. He draws my puffy folds into his mouth, licks my mound, and suckles my throbbing clit. I spear my fingers through his wet hair, writhing and arching, the heat in my belly a molten blaze.
Lowering my leg and ensuring I’m stable, he stands, claiming my mouth in a deep kiss. “You want my cock, little one?”
“Yes. God, yes!”
“Wrap your legs around me and hold on tight.”
He boosts me so the tiled wall supports my back and presses his hips forward. But rather than entering me, he slides his cock back and forth between my folds, bumping the head over my clit with each pass.
“Please, Gabe. I need you,” I sob, tipping my hips, trying to get him where my body throbs for him.
We both groan as he buries himself inside me with one slow thrust, and I close around him like a hot, tight fist. He pulls out and drives into me with a sharp punch of his hips, raining kisses on my face, throat, and breasts. He ruts into me again and again, the angle driving him against that perfect spot inside me.
“Gabe!”
My climax hits me unexpectedly, my inner muscles clenching as I come in waves. On and on until I finally sag against him, resting my forehead on his shoulder, shivering in the aftermath as the pleasure ebbs.
After a minute, I raise my eyes to his. “You didn’t?—”
He smirks. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He quickly cleans us and shuts off the shower. Grabbing a large, fluffy towel, he dries me and then himself before lifting me and carrying me to the bed.
“On all fours. Let me see that perfect ass in the air.”
I shiver as lust, hot and sharp, spikes again. I do as he says, looking over my shoulder at him. “Gabe? I-I want to try.”
His face tautens. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yes. I want you to take my ass, Daddy.”
Gabriel closes his eyes briefly and tips his head back. “Fuck, baby girl.”
We've talked about anal sex, and every time we've made love, Gabe has used his fingers to stretch me. He’s also bought me a butt plug and had me walking around the apartment with it in place all day. The sensation of the smooth silicone in my forbidden hole made me so hot that I practically begged him to fuck me until I was a whimpering, sated mess.
He stalks toward me, bending so his big body cages mine. “You want my big hard cock in this sexy asshole?”
I swallow my nerves, giving myself over to this man I trust with my heart and body. “Yes.”
Gabriel moves to the bedside cabinet and opens the drawer, removing a bottle of lube.
I lick my lips. “W-will you take care of me after? If it hurts?”
His sable eyes burn into mine. “I'll always take care of you, baby girl. Always. We can stop at any time. Just say the word.”
I nod. “Okay, then. I’m all yours.”
His jaw tightens, his features stark with desire. “Yes, you are. ”
I squeal as he squirts lube on the inner part of my cheeks.
“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “Guess I should’ve warmed it up a little first.”
“Ya think?” I gasp, then chuckle, loving that we can laugh during such an intensely intimate moment.
But the laughter dies as his fingers venture deeper, sliding into my tight pucker.
“So beautiful. Such a good girl for Daddy,” he praises, lubing himself up and placing the head of his cock at my back entrance.
I tense.
“Relax, little bird. Let Daddy in,” he croons, rubbing soothing circles over my lower back and buttocks.
I take a deep breath and consciously release my muscles. With a slight thrust of his hips, he nudges the tip inside me, then withdraws. He probes me again, and again he withdraws. Again and again, he pushes into me, stretching me a little more each time, opening me slowly until his motions become an erotic torment.
“Burns,” I whimper.
He stills instantly. “You need me to stop, baby girl?”
I shake my head. “No. Keep going.”
Gabe leans in, his sweaty chest pressed to my back. Sliding a hand down my belly, he parts my folds and homes in on my clit. I moan as I move my hips, and a powerful shiver rolls through me as he eases his cock fully inside my virgin hole. My pussy clenches on emptiness while my ass is stuffed full of his cock. It feels odd but not unpleasant.
“Fuck, Wren. Fuck.” His voice trails off into a rough moan.
He moves in and out of me slowly, taking his time, allowing me to adjust. Something unlocks inside me, something carnal and primitive, and my needy moan echoes around the room. Gabe lifts my ass higher as I surrender to the pleasure, shifting his angle to find the perfect spot.
“Such a dirty girl, letting Daddy fuck you like this. So hot. So tight. I’m going to come all over this beautiful ass.”
My orgasm simmers in the distance, building momentum. My stomach flexes, and my fingers curl into the sheets. Sensations magnify, piling one on top of another, ready to hurtle me to some distant star .
I arch my back, panting. “I'm so close.”
“Do it. Get there, little one,” he says hoarsely, his fingers dancing over my clit. “Be a good girl for Daddy.”
“Yes. Oh!”
My shout fills the air as I come. Gabe’s harsh shout reaches me from a distance as he pulls out and cums all over my lower back and buttocks. The hot liquid stings a little against my sore ass, and I bite my lower lip, relishing the sensation.
My arms give out, and I lose my balance, tipping onto my side, my face smooshed into the pillow, my body quivering. He collapses on the bed behind me, spooning me, uncaring that he’s smearing his fluids all over us.
“I love you more than anything in this world,” he rasps, kissing the back of my neck. “Are you okay?”
“Mmhmm. Can’t move,” I mumble into the pillow. Every part of me is wrung out from two blistering orgasms.
I’m vaguely aware of Gabe leaving the bed as my eyelids flutter closed, and I hear water running in the bathroom.
“Come on, sleepyhead. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Gabriel plucks me from the bed and carries me into the bathroom.
I peel one eye open to see he’s run a bath, thick foamy suds covering the surface. “Didn’t we just shower?”
“Yeah, but I dirtied you up again. Plus, the warm water will relax your muscles and help with any soreness,” he says, placing me in the tub. “Scoot forward.”
I do as he asks, and he climbs in behind me, settling me between his open thighs, so I’m leaning against his chest. I sigh as I immerse myself in the hot water and then again as he massages the tension from my shoulders.
“I love my husband’s aftercare,” I murmur, basking in his touch like a cat lazing in the summer sunshine.
He lathers shampoo between his palms and massages it into my hair. “And I love looking after my wife.”
We fall into a comfortable silence, broken only by my sighs as he rubs my scalp.
“Do you ever think about your parents?”
His hands still for a second. “What makes you ask that? ”
I shrug. “I often think about my dad. I wish he’d been around to see me grow up. Things would’ve been so much different. I think he’d be happy to see me now.”
“In the bath with a billionaire?”
I burst out laughing. “No, you idiot. Married. In love.” I tip my head back as he rinses my hair.
“My mom would’ve loved you,” he says, working the conditioner into the wet strands.
“Just your mom? Not your dad?” I joke.
“Stepdad.”
I turn to look at him. “I thought?—”
“I never knew my biological father. He left when he found out Mom was expecting me. My mom met James Burns when she was six months pregnant, and they were married three weeks later. James fell in love with my mom the first time he laid eyes on her. And she loved him. It didn’t matter to him that she was carrying another man’s child. He raised me as his son. Taught me the importance of hard work and the value of respect. Until it all went wrong.”
“What happened?” I whisper.
“He ran a manufacturing company and had several warehouses. But when they caught fire, he lost everything. No insurance,” he says grimly. “He had to sell the house. We went from a comfortable existence to poorer and poorer neighborhoods. That’s when I met Ed.”
“How old were you?”
“Eight,” he says, rinsing the conditioner from my hair. “My stepdad never came to terms with his losses. Never forgave himself. Just sank further and further into depression and became a shadow of his former self. Mom worked long hours in an elderly care home, and as soon as I was old enough, I got a job to help out. Night shifts at a loading depot. I got home from work early one morning to find two fire trucks outside my house.”
I gasp, covering the hand resting on my thigh, knowing what’s coming next.
“Faulty wiring started the fire. My mom and stepdad were both dead in their bed. Smoke inhalation. The fire investigator said they never woke up. Did you know that smoke inhalation is one of the leading causes of death in residential fires?”
“No, I didn’t know that,” I say sadly. I shift, turning to straddle his hips so I can see him. Leaning forward, I press my forehead to his, feeling closer to him than ever. “I’m so sorry.”
“It was a long time ago. The landlord of our rented property had to pay damages, and I invested the money.” His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “That’s when I decided to join the Navy. Ed, too. We’d been through thick and thin together by that point. His father was a piece of shit. Ed hated him, and he jumped on the chance to enlist. When I left the SEALs, I used the money I invested to set up a small security consultancy and landed a few military contracts. I brought Ed in with me, and the business grew from there. That’s how Burns SafeGuard was born.”
I stroke my hands through his hair, massaging his scalp. “You are the most amazing man I’ve ever met.”
He closes his eyes, absorbing my touch. “I’m not sure how to take that, considering the men you’ve known.”
“Haha. You know what I mean. You’re incredible. You never lost your humanity despite your circumstances. I never believed in fate before, but God knows where I’d be now if you hadn’t come along when you did. ”
“God rolls the dice, but fate doesn’t make mistakes.”
“Well, listen to you. Have you been reading that positive affirmation book Ed gave you again?” I tease.
Gabriel chuckles. “Yeah, but don’t tell Ed. He takes full credit for buying me that book and the success of Burns SafeGuard.”
“I love that you guys are close. Have you ever considered making him a partner?”
“I’ve asked him several times, and he always says no.”
“Why?” I frown, absently smoothing my hands over his broad chest. “Wouldn’t it make sense to have your best friend, the man you trust most, as your business partner?”
“I think it has something to do with him losing Meg,” he says thoughtfully. “Washington holds a lot of memories for him. They met here, got married here, were trying for a family when she died. Part of me wonders if he needs a fresh start somewhere else.”
“But his loyalty to you keeps him here.”
“Maybe.” He sighs. “But enough of this deep and meaningful shit, woman. You’ll have me painting my toenails and waxing my legs if I’m not careful. Let’s get you dried off and fed. What do you fancy?”
“Apart from you?” I smirk. “Can we slum it tonight and order greasy cheeseburgers and fries? And watch Mission Impossible? I make great butter popcorn.”
“Oh, I’d love to butter your popcorn, baby girl,” he grins, digging his fingers into my ribs.
I squeal with laughter. “You already did.”