by Anne Rainey
“I hoped you’d be pleased,” she whispered as she ground against his palm.
“Mmm, I’m very pleased. You look fucking delicious and Daddy’s mighty hungry.” He wedged his shoulders between her thighs, pushing her legs apart, and filled his palms with the sweet globes of her ass. Merrick skipped the preliminaries and simply dove in, sliding his tongue deep, tasting her hot channel and creamy desire. Chloe’s fingers tunneled into his hair as she pushed him against her further, forcing his tongue deeper. He let loose a low moan, knowing she’d feel the vibration over her sensitive clit and pussy. He flicked her little nub several times, then watched as Chloe flung her head back and screamed out her climax, drenching him in liquid desire.
He kissed and teased until he’d wrung every last drop from her. She collapsed backward, her hands falling to the mattress. Merrick lifted to his knees and grabbed two pillows. He lifted her hips and pushed the pillows beneath her, propping up her lower body. Chloe never budged. He grabbed the wine bottle and pulled it out of the ice bucket, then set it aside. As he brought the bucket of ice to the bed, Merrick reached in and grabbed a slippery cube. He slid it over Chloe’s left nipple. She yelped.
“Damn it, Merrick, that’s cold!”
Merrick chuckled as he watched angry sparks flashing in Chloe’s eyes. “Awake, are we?”
“Yes,” she gritted out.
“Good. I would hate for you to miss this,” he murmured as he touched her other nipple with the slick ice. Chloe gasped and tried to push his hand away, but he wasn’t about to let her. “Put your hands on the headboard, baby.”
“Drop the ice and I will.”
“Hmm, that sounds like an ultimatum, angel,” Merrick murmured as he grabbed Chloe’s wrists and held them above her head. “You know how much I love a challenge.”
He stroked the ice between her succulent tits, mesmerized by the little jiggle as she squirmed and pleaded with him to drop the ice.
“Relax, baby,” he softly urged. “Just close your eyes and feel.”
As he moved lower, over her slightly rounded belly, Merrick felt Chloe begin to relax her hands. He released them slowly, but kept his gaze on her face as he drew the rapidly melting cube over her freshly shaved mound. Chloe’s breath caught, but she didn’t push him away. Merrick tossed the cube away and drew another from the metal bucket. He hovered just above her clit and ordered, “Hands on the headboard. Now.” This time, she didn’t hesitate. Her elegant fingers wrapped around the top of the bed. Merrick had a wild urge to howl at the moon as he stared down at his wife. With her kiss-swollen lips parted, her brown eyes filled with anticipation as she watched his every move, Merrick knew he’d found heaven.
As gentle as he was capable of being in that moment, Merrick stroked Chloe’s clit with the cold cube. Her body bowed, and his cock throbbed at the erotic sight. He slid it back and forth, then dipped between her swollen folds. Chloe’s hips shot upward.
“Oh, God, what are you doing to me?”
“Fucking my pretty little wife,” he ground out as he drew the small chip up and down, but the heat of her cunt melted the fragile cube too quickly. He grabbed another cube and smoothed it around her clit, eliciting several moans of approval from Chloe, her hips gyrating in her need for release. Merrick drew the ice down her slit to the pink pucker of her ass. He rimmed the small opening, his mouth watering as he imagined licking her there, fucking her. Hard and fast and deep, so deep their souls would fuse together.
“Merrick!” Chloe shouted.
Merrick detected the slightest note of uneasiness in her voice, as if fighting against the pleasure of having him in such a forbidden place. “Hush, baby, let me play.”
He swirled the cube over her tight little ass several more times as she squirmed and called his name, her need mounting higher, burning hotter. As Merrick drew the cube over her scorching skin, he watched in fascination as it finally turned to liquid. He placed the ice bucket back on the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of oil Chloe had used on him earlier. He popped the top and soaked his fingers with the sweet smelling fluid. He sat back on his haunches and slid his fingers over her wet anus. Chloe’s eyes shot wide, her face flushed with arousal.
“You want me here, baby?” Merrick asked as he slid one finger inside her tight little ass. It was barely an inch and already she writhed and moaned. In the two years they’d been married, they’d never had anal sex. He’d always held that part of his nature away from her. He’d wanted to be gentle with Chloe. Civilized. Now he knew he’d been wrong in holding back.
Merrick slid in another inch. “Tell me,” he coaxed. “You want this hot little ass fucked? You’re going to have to ask me nicely.”
“I-I don’t know.”
Merrick let another finger join the first, stretching her, preparing her for the invasion of his cock. “Yes, you do. Don’t be afraid, baby.”
“Will it hurt?”
He could hear the fear in her voice, but also desire. Merrick wiggled his fingers deeper. She moaned. “It’ll be tight and we’ll have to take it slow, but I’d never hurt you, angel. Never.”
Chloe’s gaze met his, and Merrick knew she was on fire. Aching and hurting. They both needed this. He pulled his fingers free. Chloe pleaded with him, begging him to fill her again. This time when he slid the two digits in, he buried them deep. He pumped several times and Chloe pushed against him, fucking his fingers. “Answer me, damn it. I need to fuck you, Chloe. I’m about to go up in flames here. Do I take your pussy or your ass? Which is it to be?”
“Please, fuck my ass, Merrick!”
Merrick slipped his fingers free and grabbed the bottle of oil again. He squirted the slippery fluid onto his cock, readying himself for the clutch of Chloe’s body. He went to his knees and wrapped his fist around his engorged length, then stroked the bulbous head over her sweet little pucker. Chloe gasped and bit her lip, still clutching the headboard. Merrick slipped inside, barely over the rim.
“Holy hell, you’re tight,” he ground out. “The tightest little fist holding my cock prisoner.” As he tried to push in an inch more, he was forced to stop. “Chloe, baby, you’re not relaxing. Don’t tense up on me.”
“I-I can’t help it.”
Merrick stretched out on top of her, bracing his arms on either side of her head, and kissed her with gentle reverence. His lips played with hers, sipping at her sweetness. Her arms came around his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his hips as she surrendered to him completely. He felt her inner muscles relax and took advantage, pushing all the way in, filling her with his hard cock.
“Chloe, sweet Chloe,” he mouthed against her lips. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and lifted her hips, forcing his cock deeper still, his balls cushioned against her ass cheeks.
In the soft cradle of Chloe’s body, Merrick had found his paradise.
Chapter Twelve
Chloe stared up at her husband’s feral expression, captivated by the change in him. He’d always been gentle and sweet in his loving. Looking at him now, it was as if he’d opened a door to his soul and let a wild man out of its cage. She’d known he could be rough and aggressive, but he’d never shown her that part of his nature. Until now. It frightened her a little, but it also turned her on. Her husband was giving her something special, his complete self. No walls, no holding back. Just Merrick at his most primal.
“Your eyes are devouring me, babe,” he whispered as his fingers coasted down her side and over to her mound to play with her clit. Chloe’s pussy clenched as the pleasure spiked anew. “Do you like having my cock inside this ass?”
“Yes,” she breathed out, “it feels so good. Every time you move, I can feel every little pulse from your cock.”
He thrust his hips forward, his heavy length stroking nerve endings she’d never known existed. With each erotic glide, he grew more frantic. His fingers flicked and toyed with her clitoris. Chloe’s blood surged in her veins. Her legs clamped tighter around his hips in an effort to bring th
em both to that pinnacle of rapture.
“You’re going to crave it,” he vowed. “We’ll both crave it.”
Chloe moaned and writhed as Merrick fucked her ass and pumped her clit. He surrounded her with his powerful body and wild hunger.
Merrick wrapped a fist in her hair and forced her to look at him. “This ass is for me. No other, Chloe. Your pussy, your mouth, it’s all mine. I’ll never let you go.”
Chloe tried to shake her head, to deny his words. To insert some of her own dominance. He would have none of it. He pulled out of her, then thrust in again, hard and deep. His fingers played with her little nub with expert skill. A pinch, a stroke. He knew how high to take her before letting her come back down, only to do it all over again. Working her body as if he knew it better than she.
“Merrick, please!”
“You want to come, baby?”
“You know I do!” Chloe cried as she gripped his shoulders, her nails biting into flesh and muscle.
“Admit the truth and I’ll give you what you need,” he softly urged. “Admit we belong together. Let me hear you say the words.”
He wanted her to surrender, body and soul. To give her trust to him. She didn’t dare. Not when things were still so uncertain between them. “I can’t give you that, Merrick.”
Merrick pulled out of her completely, leaving her bereft. Within seconds he had her on her stomach, her bottom raised in the air from the pillows he’d placed beneath her earlier. He leaned down and whispered against the shell of her ear. “Say it,” he demanded. “You’re mine. I’m yours.”
She tried to sit up, but his palm on her back held her prisoner. “Be still and give me what I want.”
“This can’t be settled like this. It’s not that simple.”
“It is that simple,” he snarled. His palm coasted down her back, then over her buttocks. Chloe squirmed beneath his touch. Fire licked up her spine. She needed him to fill her, to take them both to that place only he seemed able to find.
“Give it to me, baby. I’ll make you scream with pleasure. All you have to do is be a good girl and say the words.”
“No,” she ground out, tempting the beast.
Her only warning that she’d pushed too far was a sudden gust of air that snaked over her bottom seconds before his palm connected with her sensitive flesh. He’d spanked her! “How dare you!”
“Say it.”
She tried to break free, but he only held her down with one hand and swatted her again. This time the other cheek. Her flesh stung. Two more swats and Chloe no longer wanted up. Her body was a blazing inferno of need. Her pussy throbbed, and juices dripped down her thighs. Merrick petted her, soothing the ache. “Will you say the words?”
“This isn’t fair. You know it isn’t. Please, Merrick.”
“I don’t have the luxury to play fair. The gloves came off the instant you left me.”
Chloe heard the pain in his voice. She’d done that. She’d made him hurt. It had never been her intention. She’d only needed her husband back.
Merrick stretched out on top of her and used his knee to push her legs apart. When the head of his cock touched her anus, she moaned. Merrick pushed inside. One slow, torturous inch at a time until finally he’d filled her completely. He kissed her neck and murmured sweet words of love while he pumped against her. His fingers sought out her clit again, only this time he didn’t stop his sweet torment until she’d reached that delicious crest again. Her body tightened as waves of pleasure threw her into another realm. She screamed his name as bursts of rapture splintered her mind.
Merrick went wild, driving into her, grinding his cock deep. With his arms surrounding her, caging her in, keeping her beneath him, he gave his passion free rein.
Chloe flexed her muscles, dragging a curse from Merrick. “Chloe! Oh, hell, baby,” he groaned, his voice strangled with emotion and desire. Three more hard thrusts and he erupted. Hot jets of come filled her ass.
He collapsed on top of her, both of them exhausted and sweating. Chloe thought it was the most wonderful feeling in the world to have her husband’s big, hard body wrapped around her, cock still seated deep. She never wanted the moment to end.
“I spanked you.”
Chloe’s face heated. “Yes, you did.”
Merrick lifted away, pulling out. Already she missed the connection. He turned her over and took her chin in his palm, forcing her to look at him. “You liked it.”
“Maybe.”
Merrick grinned. “No maybes, baby. You liked it when I smacked that pretty little ass.”
Suddenly Chloe was reminded of the pain on Merrick’s face when he’d mentioned her leaving him. Tears came to her eyes as she came to know the truth. She’d deserted him, giving up on their marriage. She’d walked out, and it had hurt him.
“Baby?” Merrick’s voice, so filled with concern, only caused her to cry more. “Ah, hell, I’m sorry. I never should have spanked you. I’m sorry, baby, don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”
Chloe shook her head as she realized he’d misunderstood. “It’s not that,” she said as the tears came in a rush. “You were right, I did like it.”
Merrick stared at her a few seconds before leaning down and kissing the tears away. “I love you, Chloe.”
“I love you, too, so much.”
Merrick didn’t say anything else as he pulled her into his arms and started toward the bathroom. He stood her on her feet and turned on the shower. Once he had the temperature just right, he stepped inside and brought her with him. They were both quiet as the heat surrounded them. She settled against his chest and let the world slip away. For a few minutes they just stood there, Merrick stroking her hair, kissing her cheeks, her holding him close, inhaling his intoxicating male scent.
“Talk to me, angel. Let me in,” he crooned.
“I hurt you. When I left, I hurt you.”
He pulled back and stared down into her face. “That’s what the tears were about?”
Shame had her hiding her face again. She didn’t want him looking at her when she admitted the awful truth. With her nose pressed against his chest, she muttered, “I gave up on us. I shouldn’t have given up.”
“Aww, baby, you never gave up, not really. You were just helping me get my head on straight.”
“It’s been so hard these last months. I never wanted to walk out. I never wanted that for us.”
“I know. And as much as I hate to admit it, I think it was the right move.”
Her gaze shot to his. “You mean that?”
He slid his hands over her shoulders, then on down to cup her ass. “I’ve been such a fool. I figured if I kept busy with work, I wouldn’t have to think too hard about what had me all mixed up inside. I wouldn’t have to deal with it. All I did was make things worse.”
Chloe sifted her fingers through Merrick’s wet hair. “I don’t know where we go from here.”
“Come back,” he asserted. “That’s the only way I can prove to you that I have my priorities in order.”
Chloe stayed quiet, her mind in chaos as she contemplated her options. How was she to know he wouldn’t go right back to his crazy schedule the minute the plane landed? She still needed time. Nothing was really settled. “I can’t come home. Not yet. I’m sorry, but I just can’t.”
Merrick’s hold on her tightened. “I swear it’ll be different, baby. You have my word. I’m going to have Jackson take up some of my after-hours responsibilities. I can’t ever promise it’ll be nine to five. I own the company, after all, but I can promise it won’t be ’round the clock the way it has been, not anymore.”
She cupped the back of his head and said, “I never expected nine to five. I knew what I was getting into when we married.”
“Then come home.”
“I love you. When I think about a future without you, my stomach hurts and I feel like someone’s stabbing me in the chest.” She took a deep breath then let it out. “Please understand. I’m not giving up on us, but I’m
not convinced anything will change. Right now you’re trying to win me back, but how do I know that feeling won’t change the minute your cell phone goes off and there’s some new social event you have to attend or some crisis that requires your attention?”
A muscle in his jaw jumped. “You don’t, but I’ll prove I’m serious about this. You’ll see for yourself. I love you, too, wife. Nothing else matters.”
She bit her lip and looked away as she remembered her plan to find a new job. “I was going to quit,” she admitted. “I even updated my resume.”
He tugged on her chin, forcing her to look at him. “If you won’t move back in, at least keep your job. That’s the only way you’ll be able to see with your own eyes that I’m serious about making some changes.”
He was right. If she stayed at Vaughn’s then at least she’d know for herself if his new mantra would stick. Plus, she’d get to see him on a daily basis. “Okay, I’ll stay.”
He smiled and stroked her chin. “Good,” he murmured. “In the meantime, we still have the suite until morning and I want to make love to my wife again.”
His head descended, and Chloe surrendered. The kiss was hard and filled with possessive heat. Oh, God, how would she ever have the strength to stick to her guns? He was much too addicting. It was just that simple.
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Merrick was going slowly insane. It’d been a full week since they’d returned from Hawaii and Chloe had stayed true to her word. While she kept working at Vaughn’s, she’d moved out of the hotel and into her dad’s house. It’d been hell trying to sleep without her. He was running on pure fear alone. Fear that she may never come back to him. Every morning he saw her at her desk was like a living hell, but not seeing her would have been worse. It was small consolation to know she wasn’t giving up on him entirely.
“Hey, you in there?”
Jackson’s voice jerked him back to the task at hand. It was late afternoon on Friday and Merrick had pulled his V.P. off a project so they could discuss the changes he’d been contemplating ever since Chloe had moved out. “As I was saying I need to cut back on my hours. That’s where you come in.”
