Chapter 23
23
BENNETT
I ’m going to be honest.
When it came to this honeymoon, I expected one thing to come of it. Ella landing in my bed and my cock sliding into her warm pussy.
That’s where my mind was at when I mentioned the honeymoon and where it was when on the drive back home and I was booking the trip for the next morning. A tropical get away where it was just the two of us, a bed and someone that would bring us food when needed.
That was my expectation before my phone rang. The second I answered that call, my mind went into a different direction. A whole more distant direction. As soon as I was done talking to Dante, the call and that damn number was all I was able to think about. I was in my own head for the rest of the night and well through the morning. For nearly all the plane ride, I hide behind my screens, pretending to be working when in reality I was trying to do my own digging.
Not once did I think that my distance would affect Ella.
She didn’t say that it did, but I can see it in her eyes and body language. She was afraid that I regretted out little body exploration. She probably had it in her mind that I was just using her and didn’t give two shits about how she felt, which was far from the truth.
So I decided to put the call anything to do with my brother for the remainder of the trip. Ella deserved to make good memories, and I’ll be damned if I took that away from her.
The second the plane landed in the Costa Rica, the expectation of sliding into Ella’s pussy every waking moment was no longer top priority.
Her having the time of her life was, along with getting to know more about her.
And that’s exactly what’s been happening. For the past six days, we’ve done everything that didn’t involve a bed. ATV riding though a a forest and trying to find water falls. Visiting thermal waters. Taking a boat out on the ocean to catch the sunrise. Zip-lining. And according to Ella her favorite activity of them all, going to feed some baby chimps and sloths.
In the time that I’ve known this woman, I have never seen her smile this much. I haven’t heard her laugh so freely or truly act her age.
This trip has given me a new version of Ella that I don’t think I want to let go of.
More so when I learn little things about her.
Like her dislike for snakes. Her love for vanilla ice cream with chocolate chips, and her deep friendship with bloody marys.
It’s been nice seeing her enjoy herself so much, but she’s not the only one having fun.
It wasn’t until half way through this trip that I remembered how good it fucking felt to destress. For years my mind has been set on one thing and one thing only. Getting the CEO position.
Whenever the kids brought up wanting to go on a trip, I would take them, but work ninety percent of the time. I haven’t truly gone somewhere just to forget about all the outside noise, not since I was twenty-two at least. Not since I wanted to go to the farthest possible place in the world and just forget about everything. The nightmares, the memories, the feeling of wanting to drown.
For the first time in a long time, I’m knowing what it feels like to actually act my age, and if feels so damn good.
And it’s all thanks to my wife.
As I look over at her as she watches the sun set from our balcony that faces the ocean, I take her in.
She looks happy.
Would she be this happy if I hadn’t propositioned her with this marriage? I want to think that she would be.
Since we already had dinner brought up to our villa here in Playa Conchal, I grab some of the ice cream I had the front desk bring up on our second day, and make her a bowl just how she likes it.
With extra chocolate chips sprinkled on top, I head out side and hand her the bowl.
The smile that she gives me as she takes it from me goes straight to my dick. “Look at that. He’s learning ladies and gentleman.”
“Cut the crap or I wont add ice cream and mini chocolate chips to the weekly grocery list.”
She let out a gasp in face shake. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
Her eyes narrow before a smirk forms on her face and she throws a shrug in my direction. “It’s okay, I’ll just tell Henry to add them myself. He already loves me.”
I laugh. “He loves you because you ask him to cook every single recipe you find online.
“Hey, you’re just jealous that me and him have something in common.”
“I wouldn’t call it jealousy.”
“Then what will you call it?” Her eyebrow raises in the most sexy way.
I find eyebrows sexy now? When it comes to Ella, yes.
“Competition.”
“What is there compete about? I’m Henry’s favorite and you know it.” This girl literally sticks out her tongue at me.
Now it’s time for me to narrow my eyes. “You’re his favorite right now. I’ve been his favorite since before I was born.”
“Please. Even anyone has been Henry’s favorite since he was born, it’s Drake.”
I open my mouth to throw out a rebuttal, but it gets stuck. She does have a point. The kids all have Henry wrapped around their pinkies, but Drake has him wrapped around both his pinkies.
“I stumped you, didn’t?” Her smile is so damn proud and bright that I can’t even be mad at her for pulling the Drake card.
“That you did.”
She places her ice cram bowl on the table between our chairs and raises up her hands. “I win.”
Another laugh escapes me. “And what exactly do you win?”
She purses her lips and taps her finger against them as if she truly has to think about it. “A game of never have I ever?”
I snort. “You want to play a drinking game?”
“It doesn’t have to be a drinking game. You can drink whatever you want and I’ll just eat my ice cream.”
All I can picture is her lisp wrapping around the spoon but the spoon quickly turns into something else. My dick.
Before I let that thought escalate, I get up from the chair and go back into the villa to grab whatever alcohol that I could find. Besides Ella’s bloody Maries, there hasn’t been a whole lot of drinking being done.
Which is something I’m surprised about, since I tend to have a least one glass of scotch every single day. This trip is doing something to me and I like it a lot more than I should.
After grabbing a bottle of champagne that was left here by the hotel as a wedding gift, I hear back outside and pop it open.
Ella smirks when she sees what I’m drinking. “I thought you said that was a cheap bottle.”
“Yeah, well, it’s the only alcohol we have in the room.”
She grabs her her bowl and holds out a spoonful of somewhat melted cream. “You can have some of my ice cream.”
Tempting, but I shake my head. Right now if I eat ice cream, I’d want it to be off her body or from her mouth, not from a spoon.
I chide myself a bit at the thought. Apart from the kiss on the plane ride here, Ella and I haven’t done anything else. No kissing. No hand holding. Besides sharing a bed, we have done absolutely nothing. Mostly because we’ve been too busy enjoying ourselves in the things the country has to offer and when we get back to the villa we are dead on our feet.
Today is the first day that we’ve been back to the room before the sun set.
“Your loss.” Ella throws out before sliding the spoon into her mouth.
If only she could slide something else into her mouth.
Okay, I need to get a handle on all the sexual thoughts.
I take a seat and look over at her.
“Do you want to start?”
She contemplates, before answering with a nod and I start cringing at the headache that the champagne is going to induce.
“Never have I ever…” she brings up the spoon to her mouth and starts tapping it against her lips. Watching her has me readjusting. I seriously need to stop thinking about things going into her mouth. “Owned a car that was worth more that fifty thousand.”
Oh, I see how we’re playing this.
I roll my eyes and take a drink of the champagne. My throat constricts at the taste. If we ever come back here, I’ll pay for them to change it out. This is fucking disgusting.
“Your face looks ridiculous right now.” Ella says though a giggle.
Hearing the sounds makes the champagne slightly better, but not much.
“It’s fine,” I say trying to not burb up the taste. “I’ve never,” why the fuck is this so hard? “Spent a night in jail.”
I came close once, for arguing with an officer after getting pulled over, which is a stupid fucking reason. Connections where on my side though when a police Lieutenant drove by and had the police officers release me. I didn’t know until after that the Lieutenant was the same individual that came to the house the night my parents died and notified us.
I kick the memory out of my head when I see Ella scoop up some ice cream and bring it up to her mouth.
“No fucking way.”
Dante’s report on her had nothing about an arrest.
Her face gets all red. “I was sixteen and it was only for one night. It wasn’t even my fault.”
Her grumbles are cute.
“Whose fault was it?” I try to hold in a laugh at how she is reacting, but it’s becoming hard.
With her face still very much red, she lets out a sigh. “Teenage hormones. There was this guy in the group home that I was in that I had a crush on, he was like a wannabe rebel.”
I let out a snort. “Wannabe rebel?”
“Like he wanted to be a bad boy but the dude was too much of a goodie-two- shoes to actually pull it off.
I place a hand over my mouth to hold in my laugh. “Sounds like an awesome dude.”
“Whatever. Do you want to hear the story or not?” There’s a bite to her tone that is sexy as fuck.
I hold up my hands. “I’m listening.”
A eye roll comes my direction. “Anyway, it was after dinner and we wanted some snacks so we went to the corner store to get some. When we were in there, my crush had the bright idea to just walk out without paying for anything, and since I wanted to impress him, I was all for it. Little did I know, the store owner had cameras everywhere and caught us. And since this asshole was a wannabe, he dropped all the snacks on the floor and told the owner that it was my idea to steal. The owner called the cops, we both spent a night at the police station and in the morning the head of the group home came to pick us up. The charges were dropped and that’s it. The end. My turn.”
As much as I appreciate her wanting to drop the subject, she is not getting off that easy. I need more details.
“Did anything ever happen between you and the guy?”
Ella shrugs. “Nothing. A few weeks later he aged out and moved out of the group home into his own apartment. I saw him a few years ago when he came into the restaurant I was working at, but that’s it.”
“No rekindled crush?”
I’m not going to lie, Ella with narrowed eyes is also sexy as fuck. “No. The crush disappeared the second he put the blame on me. It was his stupid idea.”
I let out a small laugh which makes Ella relax a little bit and laughs with me.
“Well it was his loss anyway. I doubt he would be able to handle you giving him the death glare every time you remembered what he did.”
Another chuckle leaves her. “No, he wouldn’t. Is it my turn now?” I give her a nod. “I’ve never been to a strip club.”
“Never?” I ask bringing the bottle up to my lips. This second drink is worse than the last.
Ella shakes her head. “I’ve never been curious enough to step foot into one.”
Right away an idea springs into my head.
“We may have to use one of our weekly dates to take you to one.”
“You want to take me to a club where naked women are going to grind all over you?”
She sounds jealous with tinge of anger in her voice and I can’t but to admit that I like. But she has no reason to be jealous. This marriage may have an end date, and we may not be in a relationship, but that doesn’t mean that I would do anything to embarrass her. I’ll be fucking damned if I even let another woman touch me while I’m married. I wouldn’t do that to Ella. There are plenty of reason why I didn’t want to get married, but commitment and monogamy were not some of those reason.
“There are different types of clubs that don’t have people grinding on you.” I throw out, one club already coming to mind.
She gives me a spectacle look. “Really?”
“Yeah, my friend owes one. It’s called Perversa. It’s more performances in private rooms than lap dances and throwing money around.”
Her faces changes when I mention the club’s name and in a weird way.
“I’ve heard of Perversa. I actually was thinking about applying there before I got hired at Lane Enterprises.”
I don’t know why but knowing that she was thinking about apply for a job at Perversa angers me. Dante takes care of all of his employees, going above and beyond for them, protecting them with top of the line security and even giving them a place to live. So I know if Ella had applied and gotten the job, Dante would have looked after her. What angers me is the fact that she would have been dancing for random people, showing her body. That should be for my eyes only.
You’re getting angry over a damn possibility that didn’t become reality.
Right.
I guess it’s safe to say that my wife drives me crazy, even if this marriage is only for personal gain.
“If you want to, I’ll take you and show you what it’s all about. Give you the whole member experience.”
Given the look she gave me earlier, the way she beams at my suggestion takes me by surprise.
“That sounds like fun.”
“I’ll arrange it when we get home.”
I’m reward with a smile and then we go back to the game. For the next twenty minutes, we throw never have I evers to each other. Some lead to both of us eating ice cream and champagne or one of diving into the stories of our haves.
This may have started out a just a drinking game to pass the time, but it has turned into a nice way of getting to know Ella in a natural way, not because I had a mafia boss look her up.
There are things that I would have never known just by simply getting a background check on her. Like what she just said about sexual experience.
“I’m sorry. Can you repeat that?” I ask, feeling a little bewildered. If I had taken a drink, I would have spit it out as soon as she spoke.
With a full blush on her chest and face, Ella repeats her never have I ever.
“I’ve never done anything kinky during sex.”
“Like?”
Her blush gets deeper and for a second I think she is going to cower away but she doesn’t.
“Like wax play.”
That’s very specific. I was half expecting her to say something like getting tied up or blindfolded. Wax play wasn’t even if the top ten of possibilities.
Even though it wasn’t a possibility, the image of Ella tied to a bed, with a blind fold over her eyes and wax over her pussy and nipples pops into my head. My dick goes hard imagining it and the more I see the more I’m hungry for it.
Have I ever experimented with wax play before? No but I wouldn’t be up to try it.
I clear my head of all sexual thoughts the words “wax play” by clearing my throat before responding.
“Have you been curios about wax play or is it just the first thing that came to mind?”Have I ever experimented with wax play before? No but I would be up to try it.
Ella looks down at her bowl as she responds. “It’s a very new curiosity.”
I don’t even think before I speak. “How new?”
My wife bites down on her bottom lip and looks at me as she responds. “I started thinking about it last week.”
I have to do some readjusting before I respond. “What brought it on?”
My voice sounds strained and by the way the blush covering Ella’s body is growing, she knows why.
“Do you really want to know?” Her eyes travel to my groin, a hint of sparkle in them.
I answer way too quickly. “Yes.”
She doesn’t even take a pause before answering. “I know it wasn’t necessary, since this marriage is a sham and all of that, but I still wanted to get pampered before the wedding. Feel like a real bride, you know? So I did what every bride would do the day before their wedding. Got get pampered. Hair, nails, waxing. I’ve only ever waxed my eyebrows, but since it was a big day, I decided to get a Brazilian. Not because I thought we were going to have sex or anything, but because I wanted to feel good. So I got it done, and as I was laying there, I couldn’t help but to think how the wax on my body felt nice, especially,” she pauses for a second, “down there. From there, the curiosity spurred and I looked some things up.”
A story about getting pampered shouldn’t be a fucking turn on but my dick thinks it is. Especially when it hears wax going anywhere near Ella’s pussy.
Fuck. This woman is turning me into a teenager again.
“What did you look up?” I ask, curiosity getting the best of me, but when she responds, I wish that I had kept my mouth shut.
I see her swallow. “Where to buy wax that can be used during sex. Porn videos.”
She’s torturing me, I fucking know it.
I try to be as natural as I can about this conversation, but the more she speaks the more I will have to get up and take care of business.
“And did you like what you saw?” My voice cracks as I speak. She really is turning me into a teenager.
It doesn’t go unnoticed that she holds her legs together a little bit tighter. “I did.”
What the fuck do I do with the information? Say okay great, let’s order some wax and and we can explore it together.
I need to get my mind on straight, right this very moment, i have no idea how.
“If it’s something that really interest you, you should explore it and see if you like it.” I throw out because my mind is being taken over by my dick and all I can think about is it saying is ‘let me pour wax all over you and fuck you until you can’t remember your name.’
“Would you want to explore with me?” Her voice is soft, coming out almost like a purr.
Don’t fucking purr right now, baby. I can’t fucking take it.
Seriously. I need to start thinking like the thirty-two year old man that I am.
It takes me second to answer her question because all I want to say is yes, yes, yes!
“If you wanted me to, then yes, I would want to explore wax play with you.”
Ella doesn’t say anything to that right away. Instead she sit in her chair for about a minute, before a smirk form on her face and she gets up.
My eyes stay on her as she closes the space between us and she comes to stand right in front of me. Her eyes travel down to my groin where my cock is begging for attention.
“I do want to do that with you, but I think before we do that, we would have to do something else.”
“And what would that be?”
A groan nearly escapes me as Ella gets down on her knees in front of me. Her body between my legs, and her hands landing on my thighs.
“Explore each other.”
All of my resolve goes out the damn window.
“If that’s what my wife wants than that’s what she gets.”
“Your so sweet about it.”
I look down at her with a smirk.
“You don’t want sweet?” She gives me a head shake. “What do you want?”
There is no hesitation in her answer. “The man that told Peter Hill to never speak to his wife the way he did ever again.”
There’s a slight chance that I’m corrupting this woman and I don’t give a shit.
I open my legs up further, bringing a certain part of me closer to her face.
“Then be a good wife and suck your husband’s cock with that sweet fucking mouth of yours. I want tears on your face and to hear you gag.”