Table of Contents
Title Page
©2019 Amanda Richensexi
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Too Long
A Charli and Draken Epilogue
Amanda Richensexi
Mature Content
18+
This book is an erotic romance containing adult situations and language.
©2019 Amanda Richensexi
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Any character's resemblance to any person living or dead is coincidental. Any references to familiar people, locations, events, or products are used exclusively to make the fictional world look authentic, and not to claim any association with, permission by, or endorsement of those people, locations, events or products. No part of this publication may be copied or distributed in any form or in any way without the author's prior written permission.
Chapter 1
Day 1
Text Conversation
Charli: Oh, no, Draken’s leaving me!
Rani: What are you talking about? That man would never leave you. He adores you, didn’t he get you puppies?
Charli: Botface and Fluffball are cats and I’m the one who got them. Draken just named them. And yes, he is leaving me!
Rani: What nonsense is this? Last week you guys were on the Seattle Instant home page, dancing at a wedding.
Charli: He has a conference in Chicago. He won some engineering award.
Rani: Whew, you actually had me worried for a moment.
Rani: Engineering? For ATS? What, did he invent a new parachute with that big, swollen brain of his?
Charli: No, it’s nothing to do with sporting goods. It’s ATJ work.
Rani: His sex toy division? You’re fucking with me girl. They give out awards for that?
Charli: Sort of. It’s the robotics behind it that’s the big deal. Turns out making intelligent sex toys means you can make intelligent everything.
Rani: Hey that’s cool. High five to your hubs.
Charli: Well, thanks, but how can you be so cheerful? He’s going out of town!!! Leaving me! For up to a week, ugh. I am not one of those pathetic women whose life loses meaning when her husband isn’t around every moment of the day.
Charli: Am I??
Charli: OH MY GOD RANI HOW WILL I LIVE?
Rani: With your vibrator sweetiepie. You still have one, don’t you?
Charli: Have one? I have like twenty-two. Have you met Draken?
Rani: You’ll be fine, ha ha.
Charli: No I won’t. He’s mad at me for something.
Rani: What?! He’s never mad at you. What is he mad about?
Charli: He gets mad sometimes. Sort of. You're right, though, he is wonderful. Sigh. I love him.
Rani: Ich, you’re giving me cavities.
Charli: You sound just like Draken! He is wonderful Rani but I swear he’s mad about something.
Charli: It's not the usual you-got-home-late-woman stuff. He's been moody and cryptic and doing his dragon-snarling face. I was gonna bring it up with him, but now he's going away!
Rani: Don’t be so needy. Just ask him.
Charli: But that means we’ll have a fight. I don’t want to make him sad on the plane. Oh wait, I know what you’re gonna say. I’m his wife and I get to distract him because WIFE. Wife of big bad billionaire. Who’s the most powerful gnomina of all the land? I am!!!
Rani: ROFL. You're too nice to that man. Lay down the law. Talk to him before he leaves.
Charli: It’s too late, he’s in the limo on the way to the airport.
Rani: Then text him, you dodobird.
Charli: I could. But um our texts are, you know.
Rani: No.
Charli: Sexy. Mushy. We don’t talk about serious stuff in texts. I could email him though.
Rani: Ta-da, there you go.
Charli: But he's gone! What will I do without him, Rani? All the fun fizzles when he’s not around. How will I handle him being in a whole nother city? For a whole week!!! And he said I’m not allowed to do things.
Rani: What things?
Charli: Never mind.
Rani: What?
Charli: Never you mind. I said nothing.
Rani: Ooh…I think I know…
Charli: No you don’t. Well maybe you do. *blush*
Rani: You guys are adorable. Haha. Humm, I need to get laid now.
Charli: Bye Rani. And you are SO LUCKY you can get laid. I MISS HIM AAARGH!
Meanwhile, over at another text conversation….
Matthew: As your wife suggested, I’ve got my ringer set to say, “The demon summons. Ready your soul.” I’m all set. You may text me if absolutely necessary, but be aware I plan to ignore you if I'm busy fucking and/or swimming and/or sunbathing.
Draken: Thanks.
Matthew: Boarding call soon. Sure you don’t need me to come with you to Chicago? I could cancel my trip. We’ll both come. Fucking can happen anywhere, anywhere at all.
Draken: Fuck off.
Matthew: Still in a bad mood, are we?
Draken: Sorry.
Matthew: All is forgiven, cuz. Your pain is but a ripple on my pond. Peace.
Draken: What the hell are you on?
Matthew: Just enjoying the prospect of sun and sand with my best girl. Last chance before we board.
Draken: I’m fine. I can do without you. Go.
Matthew: Charli’s not with you?
Draken: No. I told you.
Matthew: And is that all that’s making you weep?
Draken: It’s enough. And I’m not weeping, for fuck’s sake.
Matthew: I can see the tears between your texts. You’re weeping, cuz, you’re weeping.
Draken: Fuck off.
Matthew: I believe this is where I came in. Say hi to Freckles from both of us.
Draken: Don’t call her that.
Matthew: Why? Does it hurt your dick? Your sad, weepy dick. Now I’m starting to weep for you.
Draken: Have a good trip and leave me the fuck alone.
Matthew: You too bro.
Chapter 2
Email Conversation
FROM: Charli Almatto
TO: Draken Almatto
SUBJECT: I'm Glad You Won and All
Mr. Almatto/Husband of Mine/Can’t Decide What to Call You Today,
You didn’t call when your plane landed, is something wrong?? Something is wrong, isn’t it?
OK, listen, I may have started giggling hysterically when you told me about your trophy, but really, you know I’m glad about it, truly. I totally get what an honor it is and that it helps bring in research dollars. You get that, right?
I’m not being an insecure wife, I’m not!! I just want to make absolute positive sure you understood why I couldn’t fly out with you. It’s nothing to do with that innocent conversation we had the other day.
That ENTIRELY CIVIL conversation. I know what you thought but I am not sulking! I am not trying to sneakily punish you for not wanting babies! You know I want to wait just as much as you do. We’re still really young and it’s a big step to take and we’ve only been married oh my God is it that long already? Anyway I’m not ACTUALLY biologically ticking in my clock, really, it was just that I was speaking hypothetically, in case, you know, one day it happens.
It was solely the bad timing, Mr. Almatto. Your awards ceremony is right in the middle of term, you know that. You remember what happened last time I missed
class. The instructor was all like do you not find radiology relevant, do you think I’m teaching students how to read anatomy scans because I have nothing better to do, do you think I should buy one of your illustrious husband’s space age gadgets and set up a remote imaging lab for you while you traipse off to go scuba diving leaving the rest of us mere mortals to attend class? Is vet school boring for you?
I tried to tell him it was just that ONE TIME and this would also be a one-time thing, but I feel like I can’t do it so soon again or my grade will suffer. Swear that’s all it was.
Love & smooches,
Charli
FROM: Draken Almatto
TO: Charli Almatto
SUBJECT: Re: I’m Glad You Won and All
Fuck Toy Wife,
You’re being insecure. Calm the fuck down. Did you drink a cup of hormones?
-D
FROM: Charli Almatto
TO: Draken Almatto
SUBJECT: Re: I’m Glad You Won and All
Yes, I did. Yummy, hormones! (ass!!!)
Tell me this. If it’s just me being insecure, then why did you disallow me orgasms for the entire five days you’re gone? You haven’t made me go so long in ages and you know how desperate I get this time of the month. And what about putting your mouth you-know-where for an hour, let me repeat an HOUR and then leaving me hanging on the edge of a luscious you-know-what right as your limo arrived!!! Huh?
And when you landed you didn’t call once and just now, look, hmm, what’s this on my phone my husband just sent me? Oh wow, it’s a video of a hot red-haired man doing all sorts of naughty things to himself looking all ripped and smug and if that is not passive aggressive punishment, sorry, DISCIPLINE, I don’t know what is. You’re mad I didn’t come with you to Chicago. Admit it.
XXXXXOOOOO
-Charli
FROM: Draken Almatto
TO: Charli Almatto
SUBJECT: Re: I’m Glad You Won and All
I never said I wasn’t, fuck toy. But what makes you think I don’t consider your education a priority? Of course you need to go to class. Stop the fuck reading into things that aren’t there.
-D
FROM: Charli Almatto
TO: Draken Almatto
SUBJECT: Re: I’m Glad You Won and All
AHA! Aha, I knew it! I KNEWWW it!!!! You are totally mad at me.
If it wasn’t about my choosing school over Chicago, was it what happened the other night? With the handcuffs?
Gotcha,
Charli
FROM: Draken Almatto
TO: Charli Almatto
SUBJECT: Re: I’m Glad You Won and All
Are you referring to the incident whereby you cuffed me while I was sleeping, reminiscent of a certain attack you launched on my person shortly after our wedding? And teased me with your pretty mouth, licking my goddamn balls and navel until I went insane? And tried to embarrass me by texting my cousin a video of me begging? And then had second thoughts, told him to delete it and then proceeded to sob yourself to sleep, having forgotten to uncuff me with your pussy inches from my dick? Leaving me cursed with blue balls and unwilling to wake my beautiful exhausted wife who needed her sleep? Is that the incident in question?
FROM: Charli Almatto
TO: Draken Almatto
SUBJECT: Re: I’m Glad You Won and All
Yes that. You’ve been weird since then. I might have gone a bit overboard that time. Did it…change things for you, Mr. Almatto?
FROM: Draken Almatto
TO: Charli Almatto
SUBJECT: Re: I’m Glad You Won and All
Being so sweet and submissive now, I see. You’d never know you’re the same girl that sat on my face and demanded I use my tongue in so many dirty ways. Regrets, wife?
FROM: Charli Almatto
TO: Draken Almatto
SUBJECT: Re: I’m Glad You Won and All
A few. Oh please don’t keep me in suspense, did I really mess up? I love you so much and you never let me tie you up. Well hardly ever. You really have been different. I swear something’s going on. You didn’t even say a word to me at breakfast.
FROM: Draken Almatto
TO: Charli Almatto
SUBJECT: Re: I’m Glad You Won and All
Need to go now. I’m at the hotel.
-D
Text Conversation
Charli: Draken? Don’t go yet!
Charli: Mr. Almatto? Are you really mad? Tell meeeeeee!
Charli: Ugh. You’re SO UNCOMMUNICATIVE sometimes.
Charli: I even find your uncommunicativeness hot right now you bastard. I’m so horny. Please tell me I can come.
Charli: Better yet, tell me I can't!!
Draken: Permission denied. Busy. Getting ready for awards ceremony.
Charli: Love you Mr. Almatto.
Charli: Tell me you love me!
Draken: Love you.
Charli: But do you really?
Draken: Charli put your fucking insecurity away.
Charli: Because you’re not mad?
Draken: I didn’t say that.
Charli: YOU ARE A GNOME YOU PRICK.
Draken: For fuck’s sake.
Draken: Right. My sweet needy darling, cup your tits and imagine it's me squeezing those gargantuan beauties.
Draken: Then call up three of your friends and have them tell you all about the best sex they ever had in loving detail.
Draken: After that, cuff your ankles apart on the bed and watch your birthday video, specifically the part where the Robasm was drilling your cunt and spanking you while I was tonguing your tits.
Draken: Do not touch your pussy. Play with your nipples and watch the video over and over until Matthew calls you with permission to stop.
Draken: You can uncuff after you post publicly how much you miss your husband.
Draken: At precisely four o’clock p.m. Seattle time, text me how you rank on the horniness scale. It had better be a 9 or a 10. Continue edging as per forthcoming instructions until midnight. Do. Not. Orgasm. At any time. Only good wives get to orgasm, and good wives don't send shouty texts. At midnight you may go to sleep.
Charli: Ooh.
Charli: You do love me after all. :)
Charli: I think…
Chapter 3
Later the same day….
Charli: I posted it. GOD I NEED TO COME. That was so terrible/wonderful. I’m drowning in pussy juice.
Charli: Draken?
Charli: Mr. Almatto?
Charli: Are you there?
Charli: Are you busy doing CEO business?
Charli: OK I'll leave you alone chief executive officer of my heart.
Charli: Aargh I can't I’m wet wet wet it hurts so bad let me come my clit’s so big I need something please a finger a thumb something anything, say I can touch myself down there, am I allowed to press my thighs together?? I NEED relief, PLEASE my love!!!
Draken: Uh, hello
Draken: This is Owen Glasnwolski, an attendee at the awards ceremony.
Draken: I’m an old friend of Draken’s.
Draken: Your husband gave me his phone to hold in case you called while he’s giving the acceptance speech.
Draken: He wanted me to tell you
Draken: Ah, yes, this is awkward.
Draken: No. The answer is no. Sorry, uh, Draken’s wife.
Draken: No. I was to tell you no to whatever questions you asked.
Draken: He also wanted me to tell you a little bit about myself so you felt more comfortable as we haven’t yet had the opportunity to meet.
Draken: My brother and I are currently doing robotics research in California. We’re interested particularly in biomimicry although most of my work has been in rapid prototyping. Glen’s worked extensively in swarms though he wants you to know he hasn’t done any work on ant-like systems. Uh, OK, we both look forward to meeting you, ah, one day, maybe if you’re with Draken at the European conference next year.
Draken: Right. Well, as I
said, the answer to your question that you asked, or rather your questions, plural, is “no.”
Charli: OMG
Charli: OMGMGMGMGMG
Charli: Will you please shame Draken for me?
Charli: Will you shout out CHARLI WILL GET YOU FOR THIS YOU DEGENERATE BASTARD?
Charli: And I’m sorry he involved you in our games, SO sorry, I’m so embarrassed.
Draken: Uh I don’t know about interrupting him. He’s giving a speech right now.
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