by Kati Wilde
Redo it…which she’s already done at least a dozen times. I pick up that stack of paper and find a collection of partially finished grids—each of them abandoned when she made a tiny squiggle in a straight line or drew a slightly uneven row.
My beautiful, brilliant Audrey. I hope to hell that I’m doing the right thing when I gently catch her hands, stopping her. “How about this? I’ll take care of the sex schedule. I’ll make sure we hit all the possible positions, and I can guarantee you that we’ll be fucking as often as we can.”
Hope fills her eyes. “Will you?”
“Yeah, baby,” I reassure her, bringing each of her hands to my lips and pressing a soft kiss to the center of her left palm, then the right. “Just pass that paper over here, and I’ll make sure it’s done.”
“Okay. Thank you so much.” As she pushes the schedule across the counter, she blows out a breath that puffs her cheeks, and there’s sheer relief in that shuddering exhalation.“I put everything on stickies so it’s all easy to move around and update. But…don’t let me look at it.”
“I won’t.” I glance down to see what she’s already stuck onto today’s column. Not all sex.
Breakfast.
Open Christmas presents.
Make love by tree (Caleb’s choice of position).
Suck cock in shower.
Ride cock in bed.
Nap.
Ice skating.
That pulls a chuckle from me. I’m a little surprised that isn’t a Screwing while skating—maybe a little disappointed, too, because I wouldn’t mind trying. My dick’s rock hard after reading this list, but I’m fascinated by it, too. Sex is another area where Audrey has taken many of her cues from me, letting me lead. Yet this is a captivating glimpse into what she’s fantasized about.
I glance up from the schedule. “We can skate on the pond?”
She nods, stacking up the array of sticky notes into a neat pile. “Usually. If the ice isn’t thick enough, we can switch skating out for another activity.”
Maybe for one of today’s other items. She’s got a good ol’ Long, hard fuck before Christmas dinner, followed by yet another Doggy. Probably because she came so damn hard when I took her from behind last night—and that wasn’t even a proper pounding. She wasn’t on her elbows and knees with her ass in the air. Instead I pulled her back against my chest, held her close while I pumped into her long and slow. The entire night was long and slow. Rather than fucking her hard and rough, I wallowed in the sweetness of her, the heat of her, and the sheer luxury of her wet velvet cunt.
My attention stops on the last item for today, sudden wariness clutching at my chest. “What’s this? Mechanic & Ice Queen?”
I called her that once. Hurt her with that once. And can’t imagine why the hell it’s on the schedule now.
“Oh.” An impish little grin curves her mouth. “That’s when I say, ‘Don’t touch my soft, delicate skin with your rough, dirty hands!’ and then you punish me with your long, thick cock.”
Holy fuck. The microwave dings, but I don’t reach for my coffee. I don’t make any movement at all, because if I go anywhere, it’ll be across this counter and straight between her thighs.
But before I touch her, I need to clarify something. “Am I punishing you because you don’t want it, or am I punishing you for saying you don’t want it when you really do?”
“For saying I don’t want it.” From beneath her lashes, she casts me a hot and glittering look. “Like the time I pretended that I didn’t want you to kiss me goodnight. Maybe you pushed me into the back seat of the car and told me to open my mouth and then made me lick your cock with my lying tongue.”
A groan rips from me. Because fuck, yes. “All right. This sticky note is going to the top of today’s schedule.”
Before we open presents. Because the first thing I’m doing this Christmas is making her hot little fantasy come true.
A fantasy that takes a warped perception I had of her, one that hurt her and ate me up with guilt, and turns that pain into something that’ll give us both pleasure. Whether she did that consciously or not, I have no idea. Maybe it just originated because Audrey pictured that first night going differently, and thought I might like it, too.
If so, she’s not wrong about that. That image of Audrey as the ice queen was the first one in my head. It was the first Audrey I ever fantasized fucking. I know better now, but the thought of making the ice queen melt for me, making her admit how much she wants me, is still hot as hell.
I head around the counter but she continues stacking those sticky notes—maybe oblivious to me, maybe just pretending to be. But the startled gasp when I spin her stool around isn’t pretend, and neither is the rounding of her eyes when she gets a look at the size of the erection tenting my pajamas, forceful enough to pull the waistband away from my stomach.
Excitement gleams in her wide, laughing smile. She obviously tries her best to sound outraged, but it comes out breathless with anticipation. “What do you think you’re doing, you cretin?”
Crowding in close, I cage her between my arms and the breakfast bar behind her. My voice deepens to a hardened growl. “You got what you wanted, Audrey. You married me to get your hands on my property. You thought this was going to be all business, but it’s not. Because now I’m going to take what I want—and get my dirty hands all over you.”
“No!” she gasps eagerly, swaying toward me. “I don’t want you to touch me with your dirty hands!”
Oh shit. Laughter shakes through me, and I cup my hand around the back of her neck to pull her close, pressing my forehead to hers. “You’re so bad at this, baby.”
She’s giggling. “I know. But it’s fun. Is it still sexy?”
“There’s not a damn thing you do that isn’t sexy.” Such as the way her breath catches when I grab hold of that messy bun and tug her head back. Or her soft, needy whimper when I skim my lips up the length of her exposed throat, then say harshly into her ear, “But I know your secret, Audrey Motherfuckin’ Clarke. People see an ice queen when they look at you, but the truth is that you’re burning up inside. I bet if I touched your little pussy right now, you’d be wet enough to drown me in it.”
“Oh, Caleb. You’re so good at this,” she moans.
Because I don’t need to pretend anything. I just need to want her, be desperate to have her. Which comes real damn easy. “Does that mean you want me to touch your pussy, baby? I think you do.”
“You’re wrong!” Her hand flattens on my bare chest and weakly shoves. “You think that just because you’re so handsome and tall and strong, I’ll get all hot for you? You think that just because…you’re so…” Her fingertips begin tracing the ridge of my pectoral, her hungry gaze following the same path, the tip of her tongue touching the bow of her upper lip. “…so muscular and gorgeous and have such a big dick, I’ll ever let you get anywhere near my…my…my diamond-encrusted pussy with it?”
She glances up at me when she spits out the diamond-encrusted, her icy eyes dancing with laughter.
This is the best Christmas ever. “I think your tight, rich-girl pussy wants my big, dirty cock real bad. Tell me you don’t.”
Abruptly her laughter transforms into the cold, withering stare that should shrivel me up but instead squeezes burning drops of pre-cum from the tip of my cock. Despite that look, her face is flushed with arousal, each panting breath lifting her breasts within that oversize shirt.
“You think you can steal the clothes off my back and get away with it?” With a snarl, I rip the buttons halfway down the front, spreading the sides open to reveal her soft little tits and fat rosy nipples. Gasping, Audrey tries to cover herself but I catch her wrists and look my fill. “Your pretty nipples are hard as diamonds, too. You’re telling me I’m not turning you on?”
“I… No—” Biting her lip, she looks up at me imploringly and whispers, “What should I say?”
Because it’s so hard for her to lie. And I’m guessing we’ve gone further
than any script she prepared during her fantasies. “Just keep saying no when you mean yes, baby. Just keep telling me that you don’t want me to touch you.” She’s so incapable of pretending that it’ll be clear if her ‘no’ is ever real. “Maybe you’ll claim it’s just the cold—”
“It’s cold in here!” she exclaims with a cheeky grin. “And you tore my shirt open!”
“So I’ll have to warm you up.” I let go of her wrists to knead her breasts in my big hands, to gently pinch her nipples. Lips compressed into a thin line to muffle her moans, she begins squirming on the stool, and I can fucking hear the way her pussy juices are sliding all over the seat. Groaning, I bend my head to suckle one pouty bud, then the other. Her fingers thread into my hair and she holds me to her breast, writhing and whimpering no no no, I don’t want you to touch me like this.
She’s so goddamn hot and horny. Teeth gritted, I raise my face to hers again, reaching down to stroke my aching cock. “I’m gonna fuck your little pussy, baby—”
“No!” Yes.
“Yeah, I am. Gonna get in real deep and fill you with my cum.” I wedge my hips between her trembling thighs. “And I don’t want you to fight me or try to get away.”
“Okay,” she agrees breathily.
Well…shit. “Hold up, baby. Timeout.”
Though the only timeout is from playing this game, because my dick’s throbbing with the need to be inside her and she’ll probably go off like a rocket the moment I touch her clit. Her eyes are glazed with arousal when she looks up at me, and I cup her cheek, waiting until she focuses.
“No matter what I say, I actually mean that I want everything,” I tell her softly. And I probably should have laid this out for her before. She likes rules and guidelines. “The same way that your ‘yes’ is ‘yes’ and your ‘no’ is ‘yes.’ If I say I want something, I want it. And if I say I don’t want you to do something, I’m really saying I want you to do it.”
Her lush mouth curves. “All right.”
“And while we’re at it, you don’t need to come up with lies. If you want something, just say ‘please don’t’ in front of it. If there’s something I’m doing that you want me to continue doing, you tell me to stop—and I’ll keep going. But I’ll know if you really mean it, okay?”
Because she can’t act worth a damn.
“Okay,” she whispers huskily, then her tongue darts out to moisten her lips. “Please don’t make me suck your big cock until you come.”
Christ help me. My balls tighten as lust surges through my stiffened length, and my gut clenches with sheer need. But the desire isn’t what feels like a punch to my chest, isn’t the thing that staggers me. Instead it’s the realization that this whole scenario she started is about punishing her with my cock—about what I’m doing to her—and yet within that scenario, Audrey’s fantasy is pleasuring me. It’s not just about fucking, though there’s that, too. Instead it’s similar to my fantasies, which aren’t only about getting my nut off. They’re usually about making her come over and over again, until she’s so wrecked by orgasms that she’s helpless to everything but her need for me.
If that’s where she wants me, I’m not too far off. Except me being helpless to my need isn’t going to leave me lying there, boneless and quivering, coming endlessly. Me being helpless to my need means losing all control.
But I’ll hold on a bit longer, play this through.
I catch her chin in an unyielding grip, my thumb rolling past her soft bottom lip to meet the pearly barrier of her teeth. “Are you afraid of sucking my cock, baby? I bet you are. Because you know you’ll love it. You’ll love wrapping your lips around my shaft, love drinking down all my hot cum.”
Eyes wide, she tries to shake her head, then flicks out her tongue to tease my thumb. “What about this, instead?”
Her lips close around the tip and she begins to suck. Oh, fuck. It feels so damn good. Better than any thumb has a right to feel.
“That’s good practice, baby. But it’s not enough.” Roughly I drag my waistband down, freeing the pulsating rod of my cock. “On your knees, Audrey.”
Her breath shudders. She sinks down in front of me and hungrily stares at my erection.
The sight of her kneeling there already has me on the edge of coming. “You went down real easy, baby. I guess you really do want it.”
“I don’t want it. Please don’t make me do this,” she pleads, her gaze enraptured as I stroke the meaty length in my fist, as beads of pre-cum slide down the smooth head. “It’s too big for me to take it all in my mouth.”
There’s no lie in that. “Yet you sure are looking at this cock like you’re starving for it. Or maybe you think that if you make me come, I won’t have anything left in me to fuck you with.”
For an instant she hesitates, glancing up at me. Not certain if me coming now will end this.
I give her a mean smile. “You won’t get so lucky, baby. I’ll be hard again in minutes. But I’d love for you to try.” If she does make me come, it’ll take off the edge enough that I can punish her with my cock for as long as she needs. “I know you’re hungry for it. Aren’t you?”
Mouth pressed tight, she offers me another withering glare.
I laugh. “Maybe your icy stare frightens away other men, but that look just makes my dick even harder. Now open up.” My hand wrapped around the base of my cock, I tap the sticky tip against her mouth in a vulgar little kiss. “Suck me dry, and maybe it’ll save you from having to take this big cock into your cunt, where I’ll do so many goddamn filthy things to you with it.”
“I don’t want your cock in my pussy or in my mouth! But I suppose…if this might save me…” Tentatively she extends her tongue, watching me with a ravenous gaze as her breath whispers over the wet tip of my cock, followed by a slow, hesitant lick.
“That’s right, baby.” It’s low and hoarse. “That feels real good. But if you want me to come, you better start sucking instead of licking.”
With a moan, she takes the head into the wet heaven of her mouth and begins working that thick knob, bobbing her head. Teeth gritted against the urge to thrust, I watch her hungrily devour my cock. The fat tip fills her mouth up, stretching her lips, but I know she can take a few inches of my shaft before she starts choking. She did last night.
“Take me deeper,” I demand roughly. “Or do I have to force you to take it?”
She breaks away, gasping, “Please don’t.”
Ruthlessly, I grab that messy bun again. She whimpers as I shove my swollen erection past her parted lips, her tongue massaging the underside of my shaft as I push deeper, stopping when I know I’ve hit her limit. My eyes damn near roll back in my head when she starts moaning and sucking, her slender hands coming up to stroke what she can’t get into her mouth, and there’s not a goddamn thing here that’s pretend. Audrey’s doing everything she can to make me come, as if it’s a personal challenge now—and my wife likes to win.
She’s going to. A tortured groan reverberates through my chest when I can focus again, because she’s looking straight into my eyes, watching everything she’s doing to me. And the sounds she’s making, holy hell. Moaning thirstily, then gasping and gulping for breath before slurping her way down my cock again. She’s a fuckable fantasy come to life, kneeling before me with her plush lips wrapped around my dick and her gorgeous hair a disheveled wreck from me pulling on it this way and that. The torn white shirt hangs off her right shoulder, exposing her breasts, which gently bounce in rhythm to the movement of her head.
“Look at your nipples, baby,” I rasp out, barely hanging on to this role I’m supposed to be playing. Barely hanging on to anything. Not control, not sanity. Nothing except her hair. “They’re even stiffer and redder than when I was sucking on them. I bet your pussy’s just aching for me to fuck it. Because no matter what you claim, you love this.”
Even as her sultry moan hums along my shaft, she gives me that withering stare again. And it’s too fucking much. Her hot mouth around m
y cock, ice shooting from her beautiful eyes.
My fingers convulsively clench in her hair and I hold her in place for the cum barreling down my pulsing length and spilling onto her tongue. Then her throat starts working as she swallows, each undulation of her tongue pulling me deeper, drawing out my orgasm. I’m lightheaded when it ends, as if I emptied more than my seed into her mouth. As if my whole goddamn soul went with it.
“Fuck.” I stagger back a step, so drained that for a second I wonder whether my erection really will have trouble recovering. Then I get a look at the way Audrey’s triumphantly licking her lips as she elegantly rises to her feet, and my cock starts twitching to life again. It’ll need a couple of minutes. But I’ll keep good and busy until then.
Especially after she tosses at me, “You got what you wanted! Please don’t ever touch me again.”
I pitch my voice dangerously low. “You still don’t want me to touch you? Still won’t admit how hot your pussy gets?”
“No,” she says, raising her chin haughtily. “Because it doesn’t. Now excuse me while I go and wash the taste of you out of my mouth.”
Christ, she’s so damn adorable, pretending to flounce away on a path that takes her right past me. But her eyes are bright and sparkling, and delighted laughter fills her scream when I snag my left arm around her waist and drag her full-length against me. Her soft breasts flatten against my chest before she pushes against my shoulders, leveraging her upper body backward but getting nowhere thanks to the iron grip I have on her waist.
Her body goes utterly still the instant she feels the fingers of my right hand trailing up her thigh. “Oh no,” she gasps and widens her stance eagerly, offering easy access. “Please don’t touch my pussy! I’m so soft and delicate there. And your hands are so rough and dirty!”
“I’ll do as I damn well please. So you better not close your legs and try to keep me out.”
“I better not…? Oh.” Her thighs snap together and she crows, “You’re too late!”
