by Marie Force
“I’d like him better if he’d let me come. Sir.”
“Are you enjoying this?”
“Define enjoying.”
“I’ve never loved you more than I do right now, Natalie. Seeing you willing to try, enjoying yourself so much…”
“Now you want to talk, when you’ve got me ready to explode?”
“Patience, my love.” He begins to kiss my belly, paying attention to each of my ribs. “I promise it’ll be worth it.” Continuing down, he nibbles on my hipbone, all the while dragging his fingers lightly over my abdomen.
What should tickle doesn’t. It only takes my arousal to yet another level. I squirm on the bed, trying to get closer to him.
“Stay still, sweetheart, and spread your legs.”
I ease my feet apart.
“More. I want them as wide as they’ll go.” He looks down to watch and his eyes go wide. “You shaved…”
“Yes. Sir. Does that please you?”
“You’re not asking questions, remember?”
Moaning, I let my head fall back to the bed.
“Put your arms over your head.”
I raise both arms and lay them on the bed behind me.
He stands and drags his gaze from my face to my breasts and below. “You’re so wet, you’re dripping.” His finger moves over my inner thigh, and that’s when I realize it’s wet, too.
I’m mortified and close my eyes so he can’t see that.
“No,” he says. “You’ll never be embarrassed by the desire you feel for me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Say it. Say I’ll never be ashamed by the desire I feel for my husband.”
“I-I’ll never be ashamed of the desire I feel for my husband.”
“Put your hands under your knees and hold them open for me.”
My hands are sweaty and trembling as I grasp my legs.
He bends over me, touching me only with his tongue, lapping up the wetness but avoiding the one place I need him most.
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
“You. Inside me. Please.” I roll my hips higher, trying to get him to focus.
Then he’s back inside me and the vibrator is on my clit, the combination taking me up again so quickly I can’t seem to get air to my lungs.
“Come, Natalie.” As he says the word, he pinches my clit, and I come, screaming and thrashing as he continues to press into me, withdrawing and driving in again until he’s coming, too.
I release my legs because I can’t hold them any longer. My thighs are quivering, and every inch of my body is vibrating.
Flynn holds me close, kissing me everywhere he can reach. “Shhh, sweetheart.”
He kisses my face, and I feel dampness. My tears.
“It’s okay. I’ll never forget the expression on your face when you came undone. You were so beautiful.”
“I-I… It was…”
He frames my face and uses his thumbs to wipe away my tears. “Tell me.”
“Incredible.”
“Your favorite word to describe me. I like that.”
I bite my lip and nod. “It fits.”
Flynn turns on his side, taking me with him, our bodies still joined. He keeps his arms around me, stroking my hair and rubbing my back. “Are you okay?”
I nod.
“I need words, Nat.”
“I’m good. Great, in fact.”
“So you liked what we did?”
“You couldn’t tell?”
“Yes,” he says, laughing, “I could tell, but I want you to say the words. This is no place for virtuousness.”
“Virtuous. That’s the word Leah used to describe me because I wasn’t willing to have sex with just anyone.”
“She didn’t know why.”
“No. She didn’t know I was waiting for you.”
“Nat… You’re so sweet and so sexy. The way you looked on your knees waiting for me… God, that was hot. I’ll never forget it.”
“Why did you make me wait so long?”
“Anticipation makes everything more intense.”
“I wondered if that was why.”
“By thinking about it all day, we were both on the razor’s edge before we stepped foot in here.” He kisses my forehead and continues to stroke my hair. He’s in full caretaker mode now. “You were going to tell me if you liked what we did.”
“I loved it. I loved turning over control of my pleasure to you and knowing you’d make it great for me.”
“I’ll always make it great for you. You can count on that.”
“Tell me the truth about something.”
“Anything.”
“Did you go easy on me tonight?”
“Easy?”
“You know what I’m asking, Flynn.”
“I told you we’d start slowly.”
“And it was good for you, too?”
“Walking in here and seeing you in position… I’ll never forget my first sight of you submitting to me so willingly and perfectly. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. Christ, Nat, if it’d been any better, I might’ve died from the pleasure.”
“Please don’t do that. I need you here with me.”
“I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
Chapter 9
Before we leave the apartment in the morning, I prepare a text that I plan to send to Natalie while we’re in the car on the way to Teterboro.
When the plane reaches cruising altitude, get up from your seat and go into the bedroom. Remove all your clothes and get on the bed facedown. I want two pillows propped under your hips so your luscious ass is the first thing I see when I walk in the door. Present that ass to me to do with as I please.
Holy shit, if writing the text makes me this hard, what will it feel like to walk into the bedroom on the plane to see her posed for me? While this is very new to Natalie, it’s new to me to be doing it with someone I love as much as I do her. The love makes it much more intense and exciting than it’s ever been before.
All morning, I’ve thought about how she looked on her knees for me last night, how sweetly submissive she’d been. I’d been on the lookout for any signs of trouble in the form of flashbacks or triggers, but there’d been nothing but pleasure. She’d loved it.
We woke wrapped up in each other, and I made slow, lazy love to my gorgeous wife, delaying my own pleasure until she’d come twice. She probably thinks we’re done for the time being after that. I can’t wait to see her reaction to my text.
When we’re packed up and ready to go, I alert the security detail. They pick us up in my garage a short time later and whisk us away in a black SUV with tinted windows. I much prefer to drive myself, but the upside of being driven is I get to snuggle with my wife in the backseat. The window between the front and backseats is closed, giving us some privacy.
Fluff is wedged between us, snoring like a buzz saw as usual.
“It feels like I’m really leaving this time,” Natalie says when we’re on the Hudson Parkway headed for the George Washington Bridge. The traffic is heavy but moving.
“How do you mean?”
“Last time I left New York, there was still a possibility I might come back to school and my apartment.”
“We can send movers to your apartment to get the last of your stuff.”
“That would be good.”
“Did you send the email to Mr. Poole?”
She nods. “This morning. He wrote back pretty quickly, thanking me for letting them know and offering me a severance package that includes the salary I would’ve made if I’d finished out my contract.”
“That’s fantastic, sweetheart. That’s the least of what they owe you.”
“I guess.”
“You’re not happy about it?”
“It just feels weird to take all that money for not doing my job.”
“Natalie, what Mrs. Heffernan did to you was wrong. It was borderlin
e illegal, and the board knows that. If we chose to sue them, they could potentially be on the hook for millions. Buying out your contract is more than fair. In fact, it was the very least they could do.”
“The upside is I’ll be able to pay off my student loans myself, which is important to me.”
“Ummm, about that…”
She spins in her seat to look at me, disturbing Fluff, who lets out a grunt of annoyance. “What?”
“I, um… You’re going to be mad.”
“Did you pay off my loans?”
“I, well… Yes, I did.”
“Flynn! I told you I didn’t want you to do that!”
“I know, honey, and I only did it so you wouldn’t worry about it. You lost your job. How were you going to make the payments?”
“I would’ve figured something out. Eventually.”
“In the meantime, you would’ve missed payments and your credit would be affected. I didn’t want that for you.”
“So you went behind my back and did something I specifically asked you not to do?”
“I took care of my wife.”
“I agreed to be submissive to you in the bedroom, but only in the bedroom.”
“You think that’s what this is? Me dominating you?”
“That’s how it seems to me.”
“Well, it’s not. It’s me taking care of you.”
“It’s you doing something I told you not to do.”
“Put yourself in my place, Nat. If I’m stressing out about something you can easily fix, what would you do?”
“I’d respect your wishes.”
“Well, sorry to be such a bastard that I couldn’t stand to see you upset about something I could fix for you with a phone call.”
“I’m going to reimburse you.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am!”
“If you think I’m going to take your money, you’re crazy.”
“But I’m expected to take yours like the dutiful little wife?”
“Now you’re just trying to piss me off.”
“Good, then we’re both pissed off.”
As much as I wish I hadn’t made her mad, I love that she feels free to say anything she wants to me. I love that she’s mad at me. I’m far more accustomed to women who go out of their way to please me rather than challenge me and risk losing my affection. None of them ever figured out that all I really wanted was for them to be real with me. With Natalie, it’s as real as it gets. And she’s furious with me. I can tell by the rigid set to her shoulders as she stares out the passenger-side window.
I reach for her hand. “I’m sorry, Nat.”
She pulls her hand free. “No, you’re not.”
She’s so cute when she’s pissed. “I’m honestly sorry that I did something you told me not to do and that it upset you.”
“Save it. You’re just sorry you got caught.”
I decide this would be the perfect time to send the text I’ve drafted. I press Send and wait for the chime of her phone.
She pulls it from her pocket, reads the text and then looks at me, incredulous. “Are you for real right now?”
“As real as it gets. You know how to say no. If I don’t hear the word, I expect you to follow my instructions.” I lean in close so I can see her green eyes, so different from what I’m used to but still my Nat. “To. The. Letter.”
She shakes her head and resumes giving me the cold shoulder as she stares out the window. In this case, silence is golden. She doesn’t say the word that would put a stop to my plans before they get started.
I flatten my palm over my coat pocket, where I’ve zipped the items I brought from my stash in New York. She has no idea what she’s in for on this flight.
He’s crazy if he thinks I’m going to have sex with him after finding out he went against my wishes and paid off my loans. I’m appreciative of his desire to care for me and take away my worries. He’s incredibly generous and thoughtful. But it worries me that he thinks it’s okay to do something I specifically asked him not to do—without even talking to me about it first.
That’s a dangerous precedent, even more so than his propensity for buying me extravagant gifts. I have to make him understand that I won’t put up with him disregarding my wishes on important matters. That’s not the kind of marriage I want to have. We’re capable of better than that.
I want two pillows propped under your hips so your luscious ass is the first thing I see when I walk in the door. Present that ass to me to do with as I please.
I want to growl from the frustration that accompanies the slow drumbeat of desire that has me shifting in my seat. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me with that text, which he obviously prepared in advance and then sent while we were in the middle of an argument. Does he think that scrambling my brain with sex will make me forget I’m annoyed with him?
Well, his plan is working, because rather than thinking about how angry I am, I’m thinking about my ass presented to him as his own personal plaything. I recall the times he’s touched me there before and how much I loved it. I admit to being intensely curious about what he has planned.
We don’t say another word to each other as we cross the bridge into New Jersey and arrive at the airport a short time later. We’re loaded onto the plane with the usual efficiency, and greeted by yet another flight attendant who tries to pretend she’s not freaking out that Flynn Godfrey is on her plane.
With Fluff on my lap, I settle into the seat by the window so I can continue to watch the world go by while trying to figure out what to do about my current dilemma. Do I give him what he wants even after he directly went against my wishes? If I give in to him now, will that be rolling over? Or can I separate the sex from the larger life issue that now stands between us?
I’m extremely confused but also extremely turned on by the demand he has made of me via text message.
The flight attendant offers drinks, and Flynn requests Bloody Marys for both of us. I’ve never had one, but I’m willing to try one if it means I don’t have to speak to him to tell him I don’t want it. I want him to admit he was wrong to pay off those loans without talking to me about it first. After the drinks are served, the attendant tells us she’ll be back after takeoff to check on us.
I have to admit I like the taste of the spicy drink as well as the heat of the liquor as it travels through my veins.
As the plane races down the runway and soars into the sky, my heart begins to thud in my chest, again like a bass drumbeat that echoes in my ears and pulses in my throat. Every pleasure point in my body is on full alert, beating in sync with the drum. With the plane gaining altitude by the second, I’m running out of time. Any minute now, the seat belt sign will go off and I’ll have to either use my safe word or follow his orders.
The chime of the seat belt sign turning off ricochets through the cabin like a gunshot, startling me even though I knew it was imminent.
“Good afternoon from the cockpit, Mr. and Mrs. Godfrey, and welcome aboard. You’re now free to move around the cabin. We expect a relatively smooth ride but ask you to use caution as unexpected turbulence is always a possibility. For now, sit back, relax and enjoy our five-hour flight to Los Angeles.”
Decision time. As if there’d ever been a decision to make. I will submit to him sexually, but I’ll not be submissive in the rest of our life. If he won’t take my money, I’ll find a way to reimburse him the same way he went about paying off the loans in the first place—behind his back.
I can feel Flynn’s eyes on me, waiting to see what I’ll do.
I unbuckle my seat belt and move carefully to settle Fluff’s sleeping body in my seat. Without so much as a glance at my husband, I make my way to the back of the plane to follow his orders. I use the bathroom to freshen up before removing my clothes and crawling onto the bed, reaching for the pillows to position them under my hips.
Part of me can’t believe I’m doing this. A month ago, I was untouched by any man ot
her than the one who attacked me so long ago. Now here I am, preparing to offer my ass to my husband. It’s surreal, to say the least.
I lean over the pillows, my legs parted to hold me up, my head resting against my forearms. I try not to think about what he’ll see when he comes into the room. Once again, the position coupled with the anticipation has the intended effect on me. My entire body is humming with desire.
Just as I’m beginning to wonder if he’ll make me wait as long as he did last night, the door opens.
My skin prickles as I imagine him looking at me laid out for him this way. I wonder what he’s thinking, if he’s pleased with what he sees. The door closes, and the snick of the lock sliding into place makes my heart pound. It’s the not knowing, the wondering, the speculating, the desperate desire that make me crazy. It’s a heady combination, as he well knows.
He doesn’t say a word, and if he’s doing anything, I can’t tell because he’s doing it in utter silence. The only sound is that of the low hum of the plane engines. My legs begin to tremble from the effort to hold myself up and open to his perusal. I know he’s looking. I can feel his eyes on me, which somehow makes this hotter than the hottest sex we’ve ever had, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
* * *
After he takes us both on the wildest ride of my life, he turns me to face him. “That was so hot, sweetheart. Did it feel good for you, too?”
“Again, you have to ask? The screaming orgasm wasn’t proof enough?”
“I like to hear the words.”
“I loved it.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Were you scared at all?”
“Not in the way that you mean. I was anxious because I didn’t know what to expect and couldn’t see what you were doing.”
“That’s part of it. Denying one sense heightens the others. Because blindfolding is a hard limit for you, the position today is a way around that. You can’t see me, but you’re not in the dark.”
“You’re very clever.”
“I’ve been practicing for years. I’ve learned a few tricks along the way.”
It pains me to think of him practicing with other women.
