Zipper

by Harley Wylde

  “I think I’d like it a little rougher,” she said. “Maybe after we have dinner.”

  Damn. Was she ever going to stop surprising me? I winked at her, then gathered her in my arms. She traced hearts on my chest until the doorbell rang a little while later. I reluctantly left her so I could get our food and make sure she had something to eat. The hospital food had looked disgusting and she’d barely touched it.

  I carried everything into the bedroom, stopping on the way to grab two sodas from the fridge. We propped up in bed and enjoyed our dinner, stealing glances at each other, and sharing bites here and there. When we were finished, I carried our trash to the kitchen, then returned to the bedroom. I pulled off my underwear and crawled back into the bed with my sweet, tempting wife.

  I kissed her lips, then trailed kisses between her breasts, which still had the nipple clamps in place, across her belly, then parted her thighs. Our mingled release had coated her pussy and thighs, and all I could think about was marking her again. I drew away from her, then flipped her onto her stomach. She let out a startled squeak, then got onto her hands and knees.

  “Do you want me to handcuff you again?” I asked. I leaned over her, pressing my chest to her back and nipping her ear with my teeth. “Do you want to be helpless, Delphine? Completely at my mercy?”

  “Yes, please, Mason.”

  I chuckled and retrieved the cuffs. I locked her to the bottom part of the headboard and pressed her chest closer to the bed.

  “I want those nipple clamps to brush the bed with every stroke of my cock. They’ll tug and feel so damn good, baby.”

  I kissed my way down her spine, then gave her ass a playful smack. I took the anal vibe off the bedside table along with the warming lube. Once I had the toy inside her and turned on, I smoothed my hands over her hips and admired how fucking sexy she looked. Legs spread with her pussy slightly parted. Toy in her ass.

  She moaned and rocked her hips, then I heard her gasp and knew those pretty nipples of hers had dragged across the bedding. I cracked my hand against her ass, leaving a handprint on her cheek. Delphine cried out, but her pussy got wetter. I spanked her again, then drove my cock into her . I toyed with her clit as I thrust into her again and again. She was close, but I couldn’t seem to tip her over the edge. While I pounded her sweet pussy, I smacked her ass again and it sent her flying. I fucked her hard and fast and alternated between spanking her and playing with her clit. Delphine came three more times before I filled her up with my cum.

  I stayed buried inside her, the toy buzzing against my shaft. My cock twitched and flexed, but I was still hard. Reaching for the other vibrator, I switched it on and pressed it to her clit. I didn’t move, just let the toys do their job, and soon she was screaming through another orgasm, this one even stronger than the others. Every muscle in my body tightened and I ground my teeth to keep from coming.

  “Give me another one, baby,” I said, teasing her clit with the toy.

  It didn’t take her long to come again, and the way her pussy gripped my cock made me fill her up with more cum. I thrust a few times before I pulled out of her, watching my cum slide down her thighs. I switched off the vibrator and set it aside, but I wasn’t quite done with her. The anal vibe was still on. I eased it out a little ways, then pushed it back in. Delphine gasped and her body tensed. I did it again twice more before she was rocking back against me.

  “What do you want, Delphine?” I asked.

  “Your cock in my ass.”

  I eased the toy out of her, shut it off, then set it aside. She was still slick from the warming lube I’d used with the toy, and she was a lot looser now. I pushed into her ass, gripping her hips tight. I didn’t stop until she’d taken all of me. “Ready, baby? It’s going to be a fast, hard ride.”

  “Fuck me, Mason. I want it rough.”

  Holy hell. My wife was going to kill me. I held her tight as I drove into her, every thrust harder than the first. I sank into her balls-deep every time. I claimed her, branded her as mine. There was nothing gentle as I pounded my cock into her ass. She cried out and twisted in my grasp as I pulled off the nipple clamps. I growled and my grip tightened even more. I knew she’d have marks on her in the morning, but she didn’t seem to care. Had even begged for it. When I came, I roared out my release, driving every bit of my cum into her tight little hole. My cock twitched as I caught my breath, then I pulled out of her. I smoothed my hand down her back, then spanked her ass hard.

  “My naughty wife. You liked that, didn’t you?”

  “You know I did. I love it when you get all rough and demanding with me.”

  I fisted her hair and pulled her head back, my body covering hers. “You get off on being used like a fuck toy, don’t you?”

  She smiled at me. “Only when it’s you doing the using.”

  “I think I unleashed a monster. A cock-hungry monster.”

  Delphine giggled and I kissed the side of her neck. I unlocked the cuffs and set her free before I cleaned up the toys again, as well as myself. She joined me in the bathroom and I started the shower. We would no doubt end up in bed again, or fucking somewhere else in the house, but we might as well have a fresh start. Even if I did like seeing my cum on her.

  “Come on, baby. We’ll get cleaned up and find some other way to enjoy ourselves for a little while. If I fuck you all day and all night, you won’t be able to sit tomorrow. Especially since I definitely will be fucking that ass again.”

  She bit her lip and smiled at me. I didn’t know what I’d ever done to have earned the sex-crazed temptress I’d married, a woman who seemed to like her pleasure with a spike of pain, but I was going to thank every star in the heavens for bringing her back to me. And I was going to do whatever it took to keep her happy and in my arms. If that meant letting Officer Fuckface catch Tia Lee, then so be it. But I was only going to wait for so long. He either caught her ass soon, or I’d make sure she stayed gone for good. I knew Wire was working on tracking her, and once he found her, I’d have a decision to make. Either find a way to get the info to the police and let them handle it, or take justice into my hands and do things the Dixie Reapers’ way.

  Whatever happened, as long as Tia Lee was gone and couldn’t harm my wife and kid, then I was fine with it. If the police arrested her, she’d eventually get out. Might take a while, but she’d walk free. Or I could have someone take care of her on the inside. Wouldn’t be the first time we’d arranged something like that. We never killed innocents, but Tia Lee was far from innocent. One way or another, that woman was going to have an accident. Might not be quite as violent if she let the cops catch her first. If I had her in my grasp, I couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t make her suffer for a while before I ended it. Ended her.

  For now, I was going to enjoy my wedding day with my new wife. I’d take her as often as I could in every room of the house, then make her a nice dinner. And we’d collapse into bed later, exhausted, and ready for some sleep. Unless it looked like it was too much for her to handle. She said she was fine, but I couldn’t help being worried. She’d damn near died and acted like it was no big deal. I figured she had to be worried, maybe even falling apart a bit on the inside, but I wasn’t going to push her to talk if she didn’t want to. Maybe she’d come to grips with her stepmom wanting her dead a while ago. If she needed to fall apart, if she needed to vent or cry, then I would be here for her. Until then, I’d act like everything was fine, because that seemed to be what she needed right now.

  “Love you, Del,” I said as the shower soaked us both.

  “Love you too. Husband.” She smiled, and I couldn’t help but kiss her. God, but I was crazy about this woman. Loved her more than anything on earth. And I was the luckiest of bastards because she loved me too.

  Chapter Nine

  Delphine

  The days passed slowly, and before I knew it, another week had gone by. Mason was doing his best to keep me occupied, and trying to keep my mind of Tia as much as possible. He didn’t just
distract me with sex, though, even though there had been plenty of that too. My ass and hips bore marks from Mason’s hands, and I loved it. Some women might get freaked out over bruises or not being able to sit down comfortably, but those things just made me remember the wild nights and days we had together.

  My stepmom was still missing, even though she had three clubs and the police looking for her. It was almost like she’d just disappeared into thin air. The strange part was that her kids didn’t know where she was either, and her car was in the garage at the house. The police had said the kids would have to go into foster care, the two who weren’t eighteen yet. I hadn’t wanted that, so Torch had offered to get the club lawyer to look into things. I was technically old enough to be their guardian, at least until another relative was found. It wasn’t their fault that their mother was the spawn of Satan.

  Wire had given Mason a report. My stepmom wasn’t using her credit cards, and hadn’t stopped at an ATM to get cash. I had no idea how she was surviving, or where she was, but I knew she’d strike again when she had the opportunity. Assuming she was still alive. Part of me wondered if something had happened to her. With the unsavory types she dealt with, it was possible she’d landed on someone’s list. If she was alive, though, she wanted me dead so she could have it all. She wasn’t the type to cower or change course just because the police were looking for her. Tia was probably delusional enough to think she’d get away with it all.

  Even with my life in utter chaos, I’d still been watching the calendar on my phone. My monthly alarm had gone off two days ago to let me know it was shark week, except I hadn’t started my period yet. I was pretty sure the hospital had been correct and I was pregnant. Two days wasn’t much, but I hadn’t been late before. If anything, I was usually a few days early. Mason wanted me to see a doctor and have another blood test done, but at the same time, he didn’t want me to leave the compound while Tia was still out there. I couldn’t blame him. He was in protective mode, and I loved it. Some people might feel suffocated, but I knew he was worried about losing me. He nearly had when Tia poisoned me.

  I was cutting bell peppers for whatever concoction he’d decided to make for lunch when the doorbell rang. I heard Mason’s booted steps head in that direction, so I kept cutting up vegetables and let him handle it. People came and went frequently, though he seldom let any of them into the house. Of course, that might have more to do with me practically living in my pajamas since our wedding. I didn’t see a point in getting dressed up if we weren’t leaving the house. Even now, I was in shorts that showed the bottom of my ass cheeks and a tank that didn’t cover much of the rest of me. It was comfortable, and it wasn’t like Mason hadn’t seen, or licked, every inch of me.

  The voices at the front of the house were getting louder, but unless I crept closer I wouldn’t be able to make out what they were saying. I set the knife down and snuck across the kitchen and closer to the front door. Mason was blocking it with his body, but I recognized the voice of Officer Daniels. I just didn’t know why he was here, or how he’d gotten through the gate. I walked up behind Mason and placed my hands on his lower back, tucking my fingers into his belt. He tensed and glanced at me over his shoulder, and the look he gave me said my ass would be hurting later. And not in a fun way.

  “Del, go back to the kitchen,” he said, his voice deep and gruff.

  “I need to talk to your wife. If you don’t let me in, or let her come out, then I’ll get a court order. It should be enough that your President let me through the gates,” Officer Daniels said.

  “Mason, just let me talk to him and see what he wants,” I said.

  “Del, I said go to the kitchen.”

  I sighed and pressed my forehead against his broad back. “Mason. Honey. Husband. Love of my life. I’m not three years old. I appreciate that you want to protect me, but do you really think Office Daniels is going to hurt me? He’s supposed to uphold the law, not break it.”

  I heard the officer cough to hide his laughter, but he didn’t succeed very well, which just made Mason angrier. I pushed at my husband, but it was like trying to move a two-ton boulder. He wasn’t budging unless he wanted to. I smacked him between the shoulder blades and turned to head back to the kitchen. Then I paused, a delightfully evil thought entering my mind.

  “Mason,” I called out.

  “What?” he asked, or more like barked.

  “You know, it really upsets me that you won’t let me speak to Officer Daniels. What if I’m upset enough that while I’m working on lunch the knife slips and I cut myself?”

  He cursed, slammed the door in the officer’s face, and stormed toward me. He dipped down, grabbed me around the waist, then hauled me over his shoulder and stomped back to the bedroom. While it hadn’t been the outcome I was after, I had to admit the view was rather nice. I grabbed his ass with both hands and gave it a squeeze.

  His hand cracked against my ass. “Behave.”

  “Sir, yes, sir,” I snapped, and stifled a giggle.

  Mason froze mid-step, then started moving forward again. I had a feeling I’d pay for being a smartass later, but it was fun throwing him off his game, even if just for a moment. Besides, I liked it when he punished me. He always made sure there was pleasure with the pain, and really, a smack on the ass only stung for a bit. And the sexual frustration he sometimes let build up inside me only meant that I exploded even harder when I did get to come.

  He dropped me onto the bed and I bounced as my ass hit the mattress. Mason placed his hands on his hips and stared down at me. I could see the indecision in his eyes and wondered what exactly he was debating. Was it possible he was thinking of letting me talk to the police? It only made sense. Maybe they had news about Tia.

  Mason reached for his belt and slowly unfastened it, then pulled it free of his pants. He reached for my hands and looped the belt around my wrists several times. I didn’t move, barely breathed, waiting to see what he would do next.

  “You disobeyed me, Del.”

  “Yes, I did.”

  He started to unfasten his pants. “You know that I want to take care of you, that when I tell you to go do something it’s for your own good. It’s my way of protecting you. What if that officer wanted to come in here and arrest you?”

  I licked my lips. “Why would he do that?”

  “What if your stepmom framed you somehow in her disappearance?” he asked.

  “Mason, I…”

  He reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair while his other hand pulled his cock free of his pants. He pulled me closer, dragging my lips toward his cock. My heart raced in my chest and I squeezed my thighs together.

  “Open,” he demanded.

  My lips parted and he thrust inside. He wasn’t gentle, and he took what he wanted. Mason fucked my mouth with hard, deep strokes, making tears blur my vision as I fought to breathe and not choke. Before he came, he pulled free, then flipped me over. He jerked my shorts down my thighs and before I could say or do anything, he thrust inside me. My pussy stretched and welcomed him, my nerve endings zinging from the pleasure of being filled by him.

  There was banging on the front door again, and Mason hesitated a moment before he began taking me harder.

  “Yes, Mason.” I moaned. “Please don’t stop.”

  He took me hard and fast, and he came within a dozen strokes. Leaving me aching and needy. I cursed him, knowing this was his way of punishing me. Getting me all wound up and ready for him, then leave me hanging.

  He smacked my ass, and when I started to get up, he pushed me back down. “You’re going to stay there, just like that, until I get back.”

  I heard him zip up his pants, and then he walked out. The front door opened and a moment later slammed shut again. He must have turned the lock really damn hard because I heard the click all the way in the back of the house. When Mason returned, I tried to look at him over my shoulder. He flattened his hand in the center of my back, holding me still. I heard his pants being unzipped a
gain, then he slammed inside me. Mason growled as he fucked me hard, stopping every few minutes to keep himself from coming, then he’d start again.

  “I love you, Delphine. I’m not going to let some police officer into our home unless I know what the fuck he wants. I’m not taking a chance on your safety.”

  He drove into me again and again, pushing me close to the edge, then backing off. My nipples were hard and the friction against the bed as he fucked me just made the fire inside me burn brighter. I needed to come in the worst way, and I started to worry that he wouldn’t let me. Not for a while anyway.

  He still pressed a hand in the center of my back, holding me down, pinning me in place as he took what he wanted, and what I would freely give to him anytime he wanted. Then I felt his hand slide around my hip, and as he thrust deep, he pinched my clit hard. Stars burst across my vision and I screamed as I came so damn hard I was sure I’d squirted. He released my clit but didn’t stop, just kept powering into me. Mason growled and I knew he was about to come. He pinched my clit again, harder this time, and I came just as hard as before. He grunted as he filled me up with his cum, then ground himself against me.

  When he pulled out, he rolled me over and released my hands, rubbing at the red marks from the leather. Gently, he kissed my wrists, and gave me a tender look. He might have been upset that I’d put myself in what he considered to be harm’s way, but I knew he loved me. And truthfully, I got off on his punishments, so I didn’t mind them in the least. I’d actually be rather sad if he stopped.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice soft and calm.

  “No. I was a little worried you weren’t going to let me come.”

  He smiled and kissed my lips. “I’ll always make sure you get off. Might not be right away, might not even be within the first hour, but I’ll eventually let you scream my name.”

  “Mason, I need to know what Officer Daniels wants. If he has information on Tia, or on my stepsiblings, then I need to hear it. I know you’re worried, but you can be right there with me the entire time. Invite some of the other Reapers if you want, but I need to hear what the police have discovered.”