Chapter 10
Natalie
“We’re going to make it, baby.” Tor stands in the doorway to the driver’s cockpit, his arms above his head, braced on the wall.
It took over an hour to get the police report sorted out and Mickey, the old singer from the Brothers of Dragons rock group, was put in the back of a squad car.
He was in full-blown meth psychosis. Calling Tor the devil and ranting about the clouds spying on him and his ex-wife living in his walls.
He had a program in the RV that was still functioning, that allowed him to track its movements. Since his ex-wife handed Tor the keys, it was in storage until today.
So, when it started out onto the road toward the airport, somehow he got a notification, and from there, he chased it down maybe thinking he could take it back, but instead, there was Tor, the source of what he viewed as the evil puppet master.
Then, when he found me inside, well, thank God nothing happened.
We managed an hour or so of sleep in between orgasms and Tor hydrating me every ten minutes.
By the time we get to the resort, most of the guests are already milling around or seated.
My dad is waiting for me outside the front of the hotel when we pull up. I’ve been texting him and my sister, letting them know my flight was cancelled. That’s a lie.
And, that I found a ride. That’s true.
I left out a lot of details, but I promised I would be there in time and Tor made sure that happened.
My dad is there, holding my dress as we step out of the door of the RV.
“Mr. Filmore.” Tor takes point immediately. “I’m sorry we’re late. I’m Tor Saman, your daughter’s…” He pauses, throwing me a look as my dad looks like he’s seen a ghost. “Well, I got her here.”
He turns to me. “Who is this?”
“Dad, there’s no time. But, he got me here, and he saved my life, actually. But… I need to get dressed.”
My heart hammers, wondering how this is going to go, but my dad turns to Tor and extends his hand.
“Son, we will need to talk later, but right now, it’s my daughter’s wedding and my girls are my life. You need to know that. But, you saved my little girl from something, so that makes you family. You’ll sit in the front row with me.”
It’s a scramble to get me into my dress as Sasha throws up her hands as I come into the bridal suite.
“Girl.” She hardens her eyes, but she’s so stunning, I want to marry her. “You always keep things lively.”
I throw my arms around her as one of the other bridesmaids zips up my dress and the hair and make up lady stands by waiting.
“I’m sorry. So much to talk about but later.”
She nods. “Yes, later.” She looks at the woman standing to my left. “Get her ready. We have five minutes.”
I’m a blubbering mess during the vows, but Sasha and her husband Damon look like they both just won the lottery, and that’s exactly how it should be.
After the service, everyone moves inside, milling around the bar, finding their seats in the enormous elegant log cabin style hall. And there’s Tor. Hands in his pockets, watching me like a hawk.
Sasha scurries up to me so we can have another sobbing hug, then looks over as Tor walks our way.
“I want to hear this story in vivid detail,” she says, then bobs her eyebrows. “I like the accessory you brought with you.”
The DJ calls for the bride and groom to take their seats as Sasha gives me a wink, then scampers toward Damon.
Dinner and the food and the excitement, and sitting next to Tor, it’s all too much, but I’m floating on clouds and walking on air the entire time.
The DJ calls for the father daughter dance and that’s when the real waterworks start.
Sasha and Dad are sobbing while Tor pulls out his hankerchief and blots my tears from my cheeks.
They call for anyone to join the father and daughter on the dance floor, and Tor pulls me forward, spinning me and tugging me against him.
“How’s my girl?” he asks as I bury my face into his lapel.
“She’s happy and sad and excited…and a little sore.”
His deep chuckle vibrates against my cheek as his massive hand covers my back, while the other holds my hand outstretched.
Dad comes over as Damon takes Sasha away for the next dance as the songs change.
“I want to talk with your dad,” Tor says as he lays his long arm across my shoulders.
My belly flips and flutters as the two most important men in my life come face to face.
“Dad…” I start, but he raises a hand, his eyes locked on Tor.
“Young man. She’s the most precious thing in my life, along with her sister.”
“Then we have something in common, because she’s the most precious thing in my life as well. And, her family will be treated like my family.”
Dad nods as my blood pumps hard, watching the tension between them ebb and flow.
“You have family?” Dad asks, hands in his pockets, eyes fixed on Tor.
“I do. Brother and a sister. We are very close. Talk every day. And, my mother, I take care of her and my grandmother.” He pauses, eyes drifting to me then back to my dad. “I need to send her a bouquet of flowers, actually. Because of her, I met your daughter. So, I owe her a debt I’ll never repay.”
There’s a long, breathless silence as they regard each other, then I see the slightest nod from my father, and he reaches out to rest his hand on my cheek. “You have a lot to tell me.”
I breathe in with a nod. “So much.”
“Well, I can’t wait to hear.”
“You should know.” Tor clears his throat, my Dad’s jaw turning hard. “I’m going to marry your daughter. I should be asking you, but even if you say no, I’ll still marry her.”
“Marry her?” Natalie’s voice breaks the tension from behind.
“Wait—” I start, but my sister is now squaring off with Tor.
“You want to marry him?” she asks without turning her eyes my way.
Tor’s hand squeezes my shoulder as he looks down, and I nod. “Yes. I do.”
“Well,” Natalie says, breaking into a huge smile and handing off her bouquet to me. “We’ve got everything here ready. We can do it right now. Share our special day.”
“What?” I gasp. “No. This is your day.”
Tor is staring at me, then Natalie, then my Dad, and I’m sure he’s going to pump the brakes hard right now, but instead.
“I’m ready,” he growls, reaching into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulling out a box. “I was going to wait, but since your brilliant sister and I are on the same page…”
He crouches onto one knee, and I’m sure I’m being punked right now, but my dad and Natalie stare, wide-eyed as Tor flips open the box.
“My mom and grandmom and brother and sister will be mad as hornets, but baby, marry me. Now, today.”
“I can’t. This is Natalie’s day.”
“I want it to be our day. For the rest of our lives we can celebrate together on this day. Do it, marry him, if it’s what you want.” Natalie’s eyes brim with tears and I look down at the massive monster of a man on his knee, waiting for my answer.
“Yes. Let’s do it.”
He’s got the heavy emerald and diamond ring on my finger, and things turn into happy chaos.
“Are we doing this?” I ask again to the giant at my side with a smile on his face that looks a little out of place but still perfect.
Tor nods, “Let’s do it, baby.”
The next thing I know, I’m walking down the aisle in my bridesmaid’s dress with my dad, with Natalie in her wedding gown as my maid of honor and Dad, oh Dad, standing as the best man for Tor.
I’m getting married. To a divorce lawyer.
That I met yesterday.
You can’t make this stuff up.
“Let me see it all, wife,” Tor growls from his position behind me. He centered me on the bed on all fours as soon as we got to the suite.
The one he paid off the hotel manager to have the occupants moved to another room under the guise of a ‘plumbing issue’ so we could have the biggest suite in the resort.
There’s the soft sound of clothing being removed as I crane my neck to look, seeing my husband stripping himself, keeping his eyes pinned on my upturned behind.
“So pretty. Reach around, pull yourself apart for me, wife. I want to see everything.”
I swallow the lump in my throat, for a second wondering if this is all some hallucinogenic dream. But then I remember the Crème Brule and there’s no way that wasn’t real.
And the orgasms.
Oh, dear God, the orgasms.
I settle my face and shoulders onto the softness of the white sheets covering the sumptuous mattress and ease my hands behind me.
The logistics of doing what he says make for an awkward grunt and a twist of my hips, but when he appears to the side of the bed in all his erect glory, God, how I want to please him.
“That’s my girl. Tug those luscious ass cheeks apart for me. I already had the pleasure of taking one hole, but tonight, I’m going to take the other. Your pussy’s still wrecked from having your cherry ripped apart, so I’m going to teach you that your ass getting fucked can be just as fun.”
“No way,” I mumble into the bedding as I dig my fingertips into my soft flesh. “That’s impossible.”
Tor steps to the edge of the bed, running his fingers down the indent of my spine, making me hiss and tense as goosebumps rise wherever he touches.
“When it comes to you and me, nothing is impossible. You took a man that vowed to never take a ring on his finger or put one on another and pussy whipped him into marrying you in the matter of two days. That’s like moving a fucking mountain, baby. So, getting my dick in your ass doesn”t seem like such a stretch.”
He releases a dark chuckle, and the pun is not lost on me.
“I’ll take all night if necessary,” he growls, stepping back toward the end of the bed, his fingers drifting down to the small of my back, then resting just above where my ass cheeks start rubbing now in a slow, firm circle.
That simple touch makes me tense down deep, a flutter from my clit making my eyes roll back.
“They say this spot right here…” He continues the languid movements of his fingertips in a circular motion. “Is connected to the nerve endings that run to that little nub of pleasure I enjoyed so much earlier today.”
“Oh God.” It’s like he’s touching me in both places. I’ve never heard of this magical spot, but what he’s saying sure feels true.
I’m soaked, slick warmth coating my inner thighs as I arch and cry out, the sound of Tor’s other hand working the flesh on his erection back and forth, back and forth, breaking through my fog of lust.
“I’ve never been inside an ass before, baby. We’re going to lose our butt fuck cherries together. Isn’t that sweet? On our wedding night.”
I glance back to see him spit into his palm, massaging the swollen head then going back to the short, quickening strokes of the thick girth.
“I’ll make sure you are good and slick. You’re making a lot of lube for us, baby, then I’ll spit on your asshole and still, I’ll add a few squirts of that cherry flavored pleasure gel I found in the love kit in the bathroom. I’ll always take care of you, baby.”
I’m close to the edge when his fingers lift from my back then reappear in a sharp pinch on my throbbing clit, and a gush of wet heat leaks from my opening.
“You just filled my palm, baby. I knew you were a good girl the moment I saw you. Your body wants this dick in your ass. It’s answering all my questions for you.”
All I do is make some animal-like grunting sound as he toys with that sensitive bundle of nerves then slides the flats of his fingers through my wetness, gathering it and re-homing it to its new tingling destination on the tight dark opening of my ass.
“I don’t think I can. You’re too big.”
“I’m just right.” He releases a pained groan as his fist moves faster on his length, the pressure from one of his fingers on the tight muscle making me squeeze my eyes shut, drawing my lips tight to my teeth. “You’re safe, baby. Just breathe. When I’m with you, you’ll always be safe.”
I let myself be swept away into the fantasy of the last two days while Tor’s hands leave my body, then return, the bed dips under his weight as something cold drips into the crack above my back entrance.
“Even your ass is pretty, baby. I’ll take a picture.”
“What?” I manage into the bedding as his weight shifts behind me and I hear the clicking sound of a photo being taken, then he tosses his phone onto the bed next to my face.
“Look, baby. That’s your virgin asshole. It’s so pretty, I’m going to have a painting commissioned from that picture. Then, when I’m done fucking you in it, I’ll take another picture, have another painting done.”
He sounds so excited and proud, and I open my mouth to say…something.
But the blunt pressure of the head of his cock against me steals my voice.
All I can think is he is crazy as his hands cover mine where I’m still holding myself wide, and the pressure increases as dark pleasure swirls through me.
“I’ll get a picture of your pussy, too. Have a painting done of that as well. Then, your tits. Then your mouth with my cock in it. I’ll have a whole gallery in our home dedicated to your pretty body parts. A very private gallery.”
“Tor, wait—”
“The time for waiting is long gone, baby, and remember I told you never to lie to me. You don’t want me to stop, do you? You want your husband inside you everywhere. Whenever he wants. Makes me love you more.”
With that, I’m stretched, painfully, impossibly slow. He hums encouragement and soft words as that massive organ slides forward, opening this most vulnerable part of me with such calm care, it feels more like a worship service than an assfuck.
“Good girl. Slow and steady.” He pauses every few seconds and I catch my breath. One hand eases up my back, fingers gathering my hair into a fist. “Look at me.”
His order is paired with a tug to the side, forcing my eyes backwards.
He’s honestly majestic. Kneeling behind me, face in a tense mask, but there’s a softness in those blue eyes that penetrate my soul as his cock penetrates my body.
Our eyes stay locked as he rocks in and out, pain taking my breath away, but he seems to sense when it’s too much. He eases back, then stays motionless for as long as it takes for the discomfort to subside.
I’m panting before long as he repeats that process until my body is gushing, my flesh prickling with heat and a desire so deep takes over I start to push myself back onto his impossibly thick girth.
I make a needy, desperate sound and close my eyes, letting it all just happen, the raw sensations of the piercing pain and pulsing pleasure short-circuiting what’s left of my logical brain.
“Tell your husband to fuck your ass. I want you to ask for it, wife.”
The softness vacates his blue eyes, replaced by a savage, icy look as I realize how much restraint he’s showing.
The passage of time is warped and unrealistic, but he’s been easing himself inside me for a half hour?
More?
“Say it,” he demands this time, and a shiver penetrates my skin.
He gives me a solid thrust to punctuate his command, and although there’s pain, there’s more pleasure.
I make a purring, whimpering sound as the weight and warmth of his hand that was still covering mine leaves.
A burning strip of pain curls down my back as he rakes his fingernails down my flesh.
I let out a gasp and hear myself yelling, “Please, husband, fuck me there. Fuck my ass, please.”
He lets out a low groan and a snarl, his fingernails digging into my shoulder, tugging my body back onto his length as he starts to pump in and out in earnest.
“You need this, don’t you? You need me taking you. Pushing you. Owning you. Marking you.”
“Yes.” I half cry into the mattress as he starts the fucking part of this adventure, and with each movement, my breath expels from my lungs in hot bursts.
Within five strokes, he’s moving in and out and the pain blends with the pleasure, indistinguishable now because it’s all just overwhelming sensation. His scent is spicy and mixing with the thick smell of sex as he starts to pound inside me.
“We just lost our virginity together, wife. You are mine forever, don’t ever dream of trying to leave. I’ll hunt you down.”
There’s red flags flying all around, but God help me, his possessiveness makes my pussy weep. My insides clench as the sound of slapping skin and the bump of his balls against my folds is turning me inside out.
His length moves into me now with grunts and lurches. I’m taking him to his base, thickness filling me, pulling back, filling me again.
Just yesterday, I was the girl in the red dress, dreaming of a free meal with a guy I knew would be horrible.
What was I thinking? Searching for something and taking every opportunity to make choices that wouldn’t get me what I wanted.
Maybe because I didn’t know what I wanted. What I needed.
But Tor breaking in my ass right now feels exactly right.
My body is full, stretched, but pliant and willing.
My hair drifts back over my face as he releases that grip, and a moment later, the flat of his entire hand is under me, taking my pussy in a possessive grip as broken noises catch in the back of my throat.
“I’m going to get my wife off with my dick in her ass. You want that, don’t you? You want to come while I ass-fuck you, my bride.”
All I can do is make more noises that are more animal like than human as I let go of myself, my hands falling by my head to gather the sheets in my fists, holding tight as each thrust moves my body higher up onto the bed.
Reality starts to blur as a single digit penetrates my soaking opening while his cock commands my ass.
The heel of his palm grinds onto my clit as I twist and connect with his gaze, and he offers only a dangerous but sexy smile.
More pumping, more finger, more cock, more, more, more, until there is no more time and space. No more me before him.
There’s burning, stretching, tingling, heat and pain, and I’m here for it all. I’m engulfed in him. A man what?
Twenty years my senior? I don’t even know how old my husband is, but I can’t imagine giving all of this to anyone else.
Another hard grunt, a thrust, a push and curling of a finger and the pressure on my clit sends me into the abyss.
I clasp onto his hardness, my inner muscles pulsing around him and my own wails and moans mixing with his as his own release mixes with mine.
The hand between my thighs turns into a clawing grasp. There’s an ownership in this moment, with him emptying himself into my ass while his hand holds the vulnerable flesh between my legs like it might disappear any second.
We’re heaving and panting as his body comes to rest on mine and I sag into the bed, unable to hold myself any longer.
Sweat covers us as we peel ourselves apart. Dimly, I’m aware that Tor is moving me, shifting me like a doll onto my back, his grip moving behind my knees, and I disconnect from reality when his mouth comes down on my open folds.
“Relax, my queen. Let me worship you like you deserve.”
The ache from his intrusion is lost to the slow, easy, soft pleasure of his warm mouth.
I melt into the bedding, unable and unwilling to do anything to stop this out-of-control train that has become my life.
His mouth works its magic and my body responds. More screaming from my raw throat, more squeezing of muscles, more wetness and groans.
Tor whispers sweet things into my body as my knees fall wide and heat traverses over my skin.
I’m a gooey, helpless bag of bones when Tor finally comes to my side, thick arms drawing me into his hard chest as I lose the ability to verbalize.
“Good girl.” His lips rest on my forehead and the scent of my pleasure swirls in my nose.
There’s the sound of water, then the scent of linen and rose water.
As the warmth of the bath tickles at my skin, Tor eases us into the tub, my back to his chest, his rough jaw against my cheek.
“Who do you belong to?”
I don’t try to pretend I don’t know the answer.
“You.”
“I’m a beast in a suit, my darling. You do realize I will kill anyone that tries to hurt you. Take you from me. I will never apologize for what I do to protect what’s mine. Do you understand?”
I nod against him. A swirling mix of security and a tickle of fear balling inside me in an intoxicating cocktail.
“I do.”
“Yes, you do. And I do. I never thought I’d be here, but I guess what they say is true.” His lips brush my ear. “Love always finds a way.”