Chapter 18 #2
Fuck. I cannot sleep with Fred. I need to attack him and leave, then tell Grant, and we can clean up the mess together.
Being in a relationship changes everything. Ordinarily, I would have probably given in a little, just enough to tempt him into letting me leave. I can’t put Grant’s and my relationship at risk.
“Of course,” I say with an innocent smile in place.
Maybe if I hit him right on the nose and kick him in the groin, it will take him down.
“I won’t tell anyone that you were getting up to no good in another man’s house if we can keep a secret.”
“From Ace?”
“From everyone, baby. I can fuck you so good that you’ll want to come over here day and night to get some from your neighbor Fred.”
My breath hitches as he steps almost flush to my body. It’s now or never. I have to get out of here before this happens.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a figure slowly coming up the stairs.
Grant .
He climbs each step as Fred focuses on me.
“Come on, baby, what do you say? Let me fuck you right now. I promise it’ll be better than what he gives you,” Fred continues.
“Is that so?” Grant says.
Fred takes a surprised step back and staggers in the opposite direction from where Grant approaches.
I let out a relieved breath of air and feel my heart beating wildly in my chest. Grant looks over at me as he passes.
“Did he touch you?” he asks.
“Just my neck.”
A tick appears in his jaw as his eyes darken and set course for Fred once again.
“What were you saying to my wife?”
“Nothing. It was nothing. Just messing with her.” Fred stumbles over his words.
Grant hums thoughtfully.
“Messing with her.”
“Yeah, that’s all. She was snooping in my house, and I know it’s not for some fucking birthday party.”
“It was.”
Grant towers over Fred. All the blood drains from Fred’s face as he waits for Grant’s next move.
“You’re so interested in my wife,” Grant says.
“I’m not.”
Grant cocks an eyebrow and looks back at me. A devilish smile takes over.
“You’re not? I recall you saying you wanted a piece of her pie.”
Oh no. Grant might actually kill him.
Grant picks Fred up by his shoulders and slams him against the hallway wall.
“I don’t want anything from her,” Fred cries out.
“Now who’s lying?” Grant chuckles.
I wrap my arms around Grant’s waist as he holds onto Fred.
“Ace, don’t do this.”
Grant looks over his shoulder at me.
“All I see is his blood spilling everywhere. He touched you.”
Grant looks back at Fred.
“And she’s not yours to fucking touch.”
Tension is rolling off Grant in waves as he debates killing Fred, and I realize I need to intervene. I don’t know what comes over me, but as wetness starts to pool in my panties from watching Grant claim me as his, only one idea comes to mind.
“Ace, sweetie. Why don’t you show him that I’m yours?” I offer.
The words slip out of my mouth without a second thought. I’m getting damper by the second since saying it, and I realize that I want nothing more than for Grant to show his possessive side and fuck me in front of Fred.
Grant slowly turns his head back to me.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying, why don’t you tie our friend Fred up and fuck me like you own me.”
Grant’s eyes slowly change from a look of murder to lust.
“I do own you.”
“Then prove it.”
Grant’s jaw tightens as his cock hardens in his pants.
“I don’t want him to see you naked.”
“He’ll be dead by tomorrow with what I found,” I whisper.
Grant brings Fred down to the ground and loosens his grip around his neck. Fred tries to struggle free of his hold. In an instant, Grant takes Fred’s head in his hand and slams it back into the wall, leaving a giant hole in its wake.
With his grip still on his head and Fred’s blood dripping everywhere, Grant pushes him through the open bedroom door, then shoves him onto the bed face-first.
“Get me ties.”
I shuffle through Fred’s closet and find a set of ties that should do the job. Scurrying out of the closet, I hand one of them over to Grant, who uses it to tie Fred’s hands together behind his back. He takes another one and wraps it around Fred’s mouth to prevent him from talking.
“One more, my love,” Grant says to me.
I hand him one more and toss the others to the ground. Grant uses it to tie Fred’s feet to a bedpost.
Fred is frantically trying to get out of the holds.
“Pants down. Ass up,” Grant says to me.
My eyes shoot up in surprise. I’ve never seen this side of Grant, and I like it. This is the badass secret agent whom I had heard so much about.
I pull my pants to my ankles.
“Actually, shirt too.”
I didn’t want Fred to see me naked, yet right now, all I want is to be fucked by Grant any way he’ll have me.
I pull my shirt overhead and set it on the bed. Grant’s eyes simmer with desire as he stares at my chest.
His eyes go from me to Fred, and I follow his line of sight. Fred has stopped his struggling and is watching me undress.
“Do you like what you see? Cara’s perfect tits ready to be played with.”
Instinctually, I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. I let it fall to the ground, leaving my breasts hanging free.
Fred groans as he stares at them.
Grant looks over at me and grins. It’s a different, more sadistic side of the usually pulled-together man I’ve fallen in love with. I realize now that I love every side of Grant that I get to experience.
I want him to own me in front of Fred.
I’ve never been shy about my body. It’s helped me numerous times out in the field. I’ll do whatever Grant says. He would never make me do anything I didn’t want. And right now? Right now, I like that I’m watching desire swirl in Fred’s eyes.
I like feeling wanted by both of the men in the room.
Grant steps back over to me and bends down to be at eye level with my chest. He squeezes my breasts together and presses his face between them.
He starts lapping them up, and I pull at his hair, enjoying every second of it. My head falls back as I hold onto Grant for dear life while he licks and nips at my nipples.
Grant pulls away, and I instantly feel the loss. He grins and bends down fully, taking my panties with him. They hang at my ankles with my pants.
He pulls them off, and I’m standing naked in front of Grant and Fred.
“Turn around. Hands on the bed. Follow the rules, my pretty wife,” Grant says.
I do as he says and place my hands on the bed right next to where Fred’s sitting quietly. My breasts hang from this position, and I notice the way Fred is watching them intently.
I jut my ass out, and Grant instantly grazes it with one of his palms.
“My perfect little whore of a wife,” Grant murmurs as he continues to tease my ass.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Do you want me to fuck you in front of Fred? Should I show him who you belong to, wife ?”
“Yes,” I whimper, needing more.
My pussy is soaked from the teasing that Grant delivers. I hear Grant pull down his pants and a shuffling as they get moved to the side.
Grant grips one of my hips as he uses the other to line up his cock with my entrance. He pushes inside, and I feel the intrusion immediately.
“Oh god, yes,” I shout.
Grant begins to thrust rapidly as he holds onto both of my hips and rocks me roughly into the bed. I try to hold onto the blanket for any kind of balance. Fred’s blood is mixed into the sheets, and I have no idea if that’s where I’m holding.
“Do you wish you were the one fucking her?” Grant asks Fred as he continues thrusting.
Fred stays silent, but I look over to see him painfully hard.
“Ace, baby. Fred’s about to come in his pants.”
“I don’t care. Let him.”
“Ace,” I repeat.
Grant stills for a moment, understanding. I may be his wife, whom he’s crazy about in real life, but in this world, we need to keep Fred alive as part of the bigger picture today. Grant can’t kill him, no matter how much he wants to.
In the real world, we are the good guys, and in this world, we may be bad, but in order to tell Taby what he’s done, we have no choice but to turn this situation around.
“Fred. Do you get the picture here?”
Fred nods his head up and down.
“Will you be coming onto my wife again?”
Fred tries to say something as he shakes his head no in return.
Grant reaches forward and grabs my tits in his hands, pulling me more upright than I was. I reach my arms back and try to tangle them into Grant’s hair.
“I’m yours,” I whisper into his ear.
“You’re in control. Not me,” he whispers back.
God, I have never felt more desired and heated than I do in this moment.
“Fucking hell,” Grant shouts.
He pulls out of me and walks over, hard cock and all, to Fred. He pulls off his binds from his hands first, then his feet from the bedpost. Fred pulls down the binding in his mouth and resumes his seat.
“We’re good, right?” Grant grits out.
Fred undoes his pants and pulls out his weeping cock. Grant pushes me against the bed, and I feel like I’m about to come just from this alone.
Grant spreads my legs apart and slams his cock back inside me, pulling my hips to move me forward. My hair is sprawled against the bed as I become a sweaty mess.
My breasts are bouncing freely as Grant continues his familiar rough thrusts.
“Fuck, this is something else,” Fred finally says.
His cock is in his hand as he watches Grant fuck me. Seeing him stroke his cock to Grant and me fucking is exhilarating.
Grant begins to palm my clit when he feels me contracting around his cock.
“That’s it, my slutty wife. You like watching Fred fucking his palm to you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“But who owns this pussy?”
“You do.” I moan louder.
“That’s right. This is my wife.”
Thrust.
“My pussy.”
Thrust.
“All fucking mine.”
Thrust.
I scream loudly as I come hard. Grant doesn’t let up and continues to fuck me like he’s never fucked me before.
Finally, I hear Fred start to come next to me onto the bed sheets. Grant must have been waiting for him to come first as his seed starts to spill inside me.
Grant thrusts a few more times before pulling out.
I lie on Fred’s bed, a sweaty mess from this unexpected claiming.
Grant stalks over to a pantsless Fred, who suddenly looks scared for dear life again.
“If you fucking go stirring up shit, I’ll kill you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Fred answers.
“Cara was here for the party idea. Nothing more, nothing less. I don’t know what the fuck you have going on here, but I’m the card guy. That’s all.”
“Got it.”
“Good,” Grant huffs out.
“Cara, my love, get dressed. I need to take you home and fuck you again.”
“Yes, sir.”
I scramble to get my clothes on, knowing that somehow Fred believes Grant and, more importantly, I’m about to come all over again back home.