Chapter 30
30
BENNETT
I knock on the door of the house with the perfect manicured lawn and I swear I could hear the anger that is swimming through my body seeping through my fist as it meets the wood.
But a hard knock isn’t enough to get the attention of whoever is in the house, so I decide to kick my foot against the woods instead and as soon as I do, I hear footsteps on the other side.
As the door opens, I’m met with the stench of alcohol mixed together with body oder and urine. I guess I know what this mother fucker did with the million dollars he received a three months ago. He wasted it on booze instead of bettering his life.
Pity.
“What the fuck do you want?” The drunk bastard, who I recognize as Josiah from a few previous mugshots, mutters out, his words slurred as he leans against the door jam.
“You Josiah Sinclair?” I ask even though I know the answer.
“Who the fuck is asking?” He spits out, his bitty eyes narrowing at me.
I try to keep my anger controlled but I know that if this bastard says the wrong word, I’m going to break.
“That doesn’t matter. I’m here to get something from you.”
“I don’t have shit to give.” The fucker pulls back the door to slam in my face, but I stop it and push myself inside the house, causing the poor fucker to fall to the floor as a result.
“Oh but you do.” I crunch down and make sure that my eyes are at level with his. “You remember your daughter Charlie, right? Well, I’m here to make sure you never think about her or her sister ever again.”
Spit lands against my face. “Like hell you are. That little bitch is going to make me rich and you’re not going to take that way from me.”
My anger makes its way out as I reach forward and wrap my hand around Josiah’s neck and tighten the grip. He reaches his hand up and one of his grimy nails makes contact with the skin under my eye, it stings but not enough to let him go.
“You’re not in control here, drunk fucker. I am. So this is how it’s going to play out. You’re going to sign over your parental rights and give Ella full custody of her sister.”
Josiah claws at my hands and loose them grip just a tiny bit to let him speak. “What’s in it for me?”
Nothing. He will get nothing out of this. Not for the way he treated Charlie and not for the way he assaulted and took advance go Ella. But of course, I keep that piece of information to myself.
“You’ll get another million and my friends over at the Shadow Assassins won’t come and pay you a visit.”
His face nearly goes white when I mention the motorcycle club. He has history with them and from what the Damian, the MC president, told me, they are waiting for the right moment to take the bastard down.
Interesting how Josiah here is more fearful of a motorcycle club than loosing his daughter.
“Okay. I’ll do what you want.” Josiah lets out, almost crying.
I loosen my grip on his throat even more and let his head hit the floor.
“Good.”
It takes a fucking hour to get the fucker to fill out the forms that I had drawn up a few days ago, I get it done. With all the paperwork in hand, I leave the house without anther word to Josiah.
As I walk to my rental car where it’s parked across the street, I send a nod over to Damian, giving him the signal to send is men in.
He doesn’t even hesitate to release the command and within seconds, five members of the Shadow Assassins storm Josiah’s house and will take care of him like I need them to.
As I pull away from the house, my phone starts to ring and when I see who is calling me, my stomach churns. One piece of the past is taken care of, but it seems like one is still looming.
I answer the phone and as soon as I hear the voice, I want to hunt it down.
“Hello, Bennett.”
My body jerks awake as the memories from earlier today claim my mind as their own. Memories and figments of my imagination.
I knew what I did today was going to haunt me, but I didn’t think that it was going to play with my mind like it just did. The phone did ring with the same number as before, and I did answer and like the first time, nobody spoke on the other side.
Usually when it comes to these types of nightmares, everything is the exact same. Nothing ever changes, yet tonight, they did.
But why?
Another question, is why that voice? Out of all of the voices from my past that could haunt me, why that one?
“Hey,” Ella’s sweet voice sounds through my room, reminding me that I’m not in bed alone. “Are you okay?”
Her hand slide up my back as I sit up, and I try to take comfort in that.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I say, turning to give her a smile even though she can’t see it in the darkness.
The bed shift and she sits up with me, wrapping her arms around my stomach and resting her cheek against my back. Her hands move to my front and slide against my body.
My heart is still racing from the nightmare, but her caress are calming me down.
“Did you have a nightmare?”
I tell her the truth. “I did.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
I grab onto one of her hands and brining it up to my lips. “It’s just my mind playing mind tricks on me. You should go back t bed.”
Ella doesn’t move. She just stays in place.
After about a minute, she releases a breath.
“Henry asked me earlier if you had been having any nightmares lately,” she lets out.
“And what did you tell him?”
“That didn’t even knew you had them.”
As much as I wanted to keep this little tidbit about myself a secret, I knew that at some point it was going to come out.
With Ella’s hand still in mind, I shift so that I’m able to lay down and bring her body down with me. As her head lays against my chest and her hand close to my heart, I open up to her.
“The nightmares started when I was a kid. It was about two months after my parents died and a month after Robert left. My mind started remembering all the details of the night we were told about my parents accident and ever since I’ve never been able to make them go away. Not fully anyway. These last few years, they have only come on days of importance. Their birthdays, the anniversary of their death, when something important happens that they were supposed to be here for.”
Ella scoots her body closer to mine. “Do you only dream about the night that they died.”
“The majority of the time. Sometimes it’s other memories that have stuck with me.” All bad moments, but I don’t tell her that.
Part of me wonders if I had stayed to watch what Damian and his club did to Josiah, if that moment would have stuck with me as much as my parents death.
“What did you dream about tonight?”
Her question is a normal one, one that I should be able to answer right away, but I can’t have her knowing just how dark I’m willing to get to make sure that she is taken care of and at my side. Because if she asked me right now, I would answer that I want her at my side forever. Which is a dangerous thought to have. Every day, I get closer and closer to taking out the two year timeline that we put on this arrangement and making Ella mine for real, but I can’t. If I do, then there is a chance of my biggest fear may come true.
So I give her a lie. “Just a bunch of memories jumbled together. Nothing for you to worry about.”
She lets out a sweet hum that goes straight to my cock. What I wound;’t give to get lost in her right now.
Ella must be a mind reader, because the hand that she has against my chest starts to travel down to dangerous territory.
“Maybe I can make you forget about the nightmare.” Her hand lands on top of my boxer shorts and she gives me a good grip.
“Oh, yeah? And how are you planning on doing that?”
She lets out another hum and I swear she know just how weak that sound makes me. “With my mouth?”
Her lips land against my neck and all I’m able to do is bring her closer to me.
“Maybe with my mouth on your cock?” Her hand grips me tightly through the fabric. “Maybe with your cock in my pussy?”
So many glorious images and I need all of them to play out. Just thinking about my mouth on that bare pussy of hers has me as hard as a rock and my mouth salivating.
Not wanting to waste another second, my hands slide over to my wife’s body and I lay her on top of me.
“I’m going to need you to sit on my face.” I growl out as my lips meet hers.
She taste as sweet as the first time I had her and I will never get tired of it.
Her tongue swipes against mine before she put some space between us. “I can’t sit on your face.”
I growl out for a different type of reason. “Sweet Ella, when I say to sit on my face, I don’t mean it as a question.” My hands travel down her body, until they meet her ass and move her up my torso. “It’s a damn order. I am your boss after all. So what I say goes. Now sit that pretty pussy on my face and enjoy it.”
“So damn commanding.” She says with an eye roll but the smirk she wears gives her away.
I’ll show her commanding when com Monday morning, I make her get on her knees in my office and gag on my cock as I get on a conference call.
But I don’t tell her that. Instead I take her bottom lip between my teeth.
“Sit on my face already. You’re back facing the headboard.”
She follows order this time after swiftly sliding off the silk sleep shorts I bought for her when we first got married.
Next to the dresses and the skirts that from around her ass whether she wears heals or not, these sleeping shorts are my favorite.
With a look of uncertainty, Ella gets back on the bed and straddles my chest. The girl looks tense, like she has never done this before. My chest jolts at the thought of being the first face she sits on.
“Scoot back, baby.” She does as I say and the sight of her ass in my face is the best cure for any nightmare.
But she doesn’t slide back enough, so I slide my hands around her thighs and bring her within an inch of my mouth.
A yelp leaves her at the rapid movement, but then it’s quickly replaced by a moan when my mouth meets her bare pussy.
A hum leaves me as I slide my tongue through her folds. Her pussy is just as sweet as her mouth and I will never get enough at it.
With my hand gripping her thighs, I move Ella’s body so that she grind herself against me, covering my face with her scent and taste.
I slide my one of my hands forward to meet her clit, and the movement is just enough for Ella’s body to fall forward and have her rest against my stomach.
Before pulling away ever so slightly, I take a bite of her ass.
“If you want to be a good wife, I would take my cock out and put it in your mouth.”
She lets out a moan, and runs her nails along the outline of my dick, causing my leg to shake just a bit.
“You should know by know that I’m always a good wife and follow orders.” The words are sultry and I’m sure if I was looking into her eyes right about now, they would be gleaming.
All thoughts leave my mind the second that she pushes my boxers down and her mouth wraps around me.
For a few minutes, the room fills with moans, hums, slurps, and praises. As my tongue slides into Ella’s entrance, I feel her getting closer to the brink of explosion. With the way her mouth and hands are working me, I’m getting close too, but I need her to come first before I paint all over her tongue.
“I fucking love the way you taste. It’s going to be stuck in my head forever.” I say abasing her entrance, trying to ignore the way her tongue is swirling around the head of my cock.
“I feel the same way about your cock,” she moans out when I insert a finger into her tight pussy. “It stretches me perfectly.”
I’m about to ask if it’s her mouth or her pussy that she is talking about, but the question disappears when I feel the head hit the back of her throat. She’s too fucking good at that and I can’t take it anymore. I’m too close in releasing everything that I have. She has to come first.
Even though I’d rather stay in her mouth forever, I slide a hand up to her hair and pull her off my cock until all of her weight is on my face and I a feast as if I were a dying man.
Her arms stretch back until she is holding on to the headboard, giving her body the perfect arch and have the best meal of my life.
“Bennett, oh god. I’m right there.”
I hum against her clit, not slowing down my assault on her pussy.
Her thighs tighten around my head and it’s the best feeling in the world. She’s there, I can feel it. And as soon as I rub her clit between my fingers, all the whole my tongue is deep inside of her, she screams out my name in the most beautiful way.
Her body goes slack against as I lick up every single drop of her release. Eventually she shifts, swinging her leg away from my face and freeing me from the one of the best prisons that I never want to escape from.
I don’t let her get far. Within seconds, my hands are on her body and her back is to the mattress and I’m hovering over her, with my cock perfectly alined with her entrance. But I don’t slide into the warmness of her body just yet.
“I fucking love how you scream out my name. Makes me fucking delirious.” My mouth slams onto hers and let her get a taste of herself.
Our tongues dance for a few minutes, before we both start grinding against each other needing more.
Needing to be inside of her, I start pulling away from her but she holds me in place by wrapping her legs around my waist.
“I need to grab a condom.” I say again her mouth.
“No, I want to feel you. Every single inch of you.”
I swear my cock twitches at her words. “Are you sure?”
She gives me a nod. “I’m sure. I want it. I want you.”
“You fucking have me.” For as long as she wants I am hers.
Shifting a bit, I slide into her warm heaven. My cock is wrapped so tightly in her warm pussy, the I need to take a second to compose myself. I have to think about something other than coming inside of her and filling her up with everything that I have.
Ella’s hands run through my hair, making the moment more intense. There is sweetness, but there is also desperation.
The second I start sliding in and out of her, I’m living every dream that I’ve ever wanted to live. This woman has driven the nightmares away and the only thing that I ever want to dream about is her and how she controls the chaos.
Our bodies slam together in perfect unison and since I have yet to cum, my cock is practically weeping for a release.
“Please tell me, you’re close, sweetheart. I don’t know how much longer I can hold off filling up your pussy.”
“I’m there. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.”
And I don’t. I give her everything I have until we are panting messes and I’m dripping sweat all over her body.
I hike up one of her legs and change the angle and all it take is one more pound into her and she is screaming out like a choir. With my name on her lips, she explodes around my cock and the image is going to be implanted in my mind for as long as I live.
The image before me is enough, to drive me over the edge and I release everything that I have into my wife’s pussy. Giving her every last drop.
“Holy fuck.” I grunt out, all of my weight dropping on the beautiful woman underneath me.
I don’t know how we stay laying like that but eventually I get up and go into our bathroom to grab a wash cloth to clean up our mess.
As the night moves to damn, I don’t sleep. Even after everything me and Ella did before she fell asleep in my arms, my mind is spiraling with thoughts and questions.
Thoughts about marriage and if I’m willing to work on my fears of abandonment and loosing someone I love again, to give this thing with Ella an honest shot.
Questions about if I’m even capable of doing that.
I was never supposed to get married, I never wanted it in my cards, but now that I am, I don’t want to let the woman I married go.