by Marie Force
“I’m only talking to you about making a movie. I’m saying I think it’s an amazing story of resilience, perseverance, courage and determination with a happy ending for the ages. It’s tailor-made for Hollywood.”
Again she’s silent as she contemplates what I’ve said.
“Of course, the only way anything happens with your story is if you want it to. I’m only suggesting that it could be a great film. I’m not saying it has to be.”
“So you won’t be disappointed if I don’t want to do it?”
“Nope. As always, I want you to be happy. If it makes you unhappy to pursue it, then it won’t happen.”
“How would it work if I were interested?”
“First, we’d buy the rights to your story, which would give you that financial independence you’re so fond of.”
“Most people are fond of being financially independent.”
Smiling at her predictably saucy reply, I continue. “Next, we’d hire a screenwriter to put the story together. Once we have a script that you and I approve of, then we get busy making it happen.”
“You make it sound so simple.”
“It’s not. It’s a long and involved process to take something from idea to the big screen, but it’s also an exciting and energizing process.”
“I can see that you’re excited by the possibility.”
“I am excited. Since the idea came to me the other day, it’s been constantly on my mind. That’s usually a good sign to me that I’m on to something. But as I said, it would be totally up to you.”
“And no hard feelings if I choose not to go there?”
“Seriously, Nat? I could never have hard feelings where you’re concerned.”
“Seems to me you have hard feelings frequently where I’m concerned.”
Her comment makes me laugh. “Very funny. But all kidding aside, I’ve got avalanching piles of scripts and potential projects on desks in three offices. I’ll find something else that interests me. Don’t worry about that.”
“I’d like to think about it.”
“Take all the time you need, and feel free to say no. I promise that if you do, that’ll be the end of it.” I reach for her and bring her onto my lap because I need to hold her right now. “If you’re at all interested, it’s something you should consider very carefully. By now you have a better idea of the kind of attention it would generate and whether or not you can handle that. I’ve already asked so much of you. I don’t want this to be another thing you feel you have to do for me. This is about you and sharing your incredible story with the world. It’s yours to tell or not tell, and that will always be the case.”
“I appreciate that you find my story compelling enough to even consider something like this.”
“It’s an incredibly compelling story. I’d love to tell the whole world how lucky I am to be married to you.”
She smiles and kisses me. “I’ll think about it.”
“Okay, then. You and I have a hot date tonight, and we need to get ready.”
“Get ready how?”
“Come with me, and I’ll show you.”
Chapter 13
Apparently, “getting ready” to go to the club involves a shower with my husband, during which he lifts me, props my back against the wall and takes me hard and fast as the steam rises around us.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you in the shower again since the first time we did it,” he whispers in my ear as he pounds into me.
“You do some of your best work vertically.”
He laughs and drops his head onto my shoulder. “Don’t make me laugh when I’m trying to make you come.”
“Where else have you wanted to do it?” I manage to ask.
The hands that are gripping my bottom tighten and spread my cheeks apart. “Here.”
The thought of it makes my entire body tingle. “So you’ve said.”
“I had another dream.”
I open my eyes and find him watching me, gauging my reaction.
“Will you tell me about it?”
“After I make you come.”
“Mmm, hurry.”
That I’m curious and eager to hear about his dream seems to spark something in him, and he picks up the pace, driving into me repeatedly until we’re both coming. He holds me close to him for several minutes before easing me back down to stand on wobbly legs.
We get out of the shower and dry off. I’m reaching for a robe when he takes my hand and leads me to our bed. He lifts the covers. “In.”
“I thought we were going out.”
“We are. Later.”
“Okay…” I get into bed, and he follows me. We come together in the middle, arms and legs wrapped around each other in a routine that has become wonderfully familiar to me. I can’t remember what life was like before I got to sleep in his arms every night. But we’re not sleeping now, and judging by the fiery heat I see in his eyes, we’re not going out for a while either. “Tell me. I want to know what you dreamed about.”
“We were at the club. We’d been working up to this moment for weeks. Everyone was there to watch. You’re bent over the spanking bench, and I’ve used my paddle. Your ass is hot and red, and your pussy is so wet, it’s running down your legs.”
I squirm to get closer to him. Even though he came not even ten minute ago, he’s hard again. His hand cups my ass to bring me in tight against him, his finger dipping between my cheeks.
“You’re wearing the biggest plug I have, and it was a struggle for you to take it. I tell you it’s got nothing on me, and you begin to tremble. Your entire body is vibrating, and I haven’t even turned on the plug yet.”
His finger slides through the slickness between my legs and presses teasingly against my back entrance, making me burn with desire.
“Do you want to hear more?”
My mouth is so dry that I nod in response.
“I need the words.”
“I-I want to hear more. I want to hear it all.”
His low growl is hugely arousing to me. Knowing I’m turning him on by letting him speak to me about his fantasies excites me beyond belief.
“In my dream, I can tell you’re scared. I want to take away your fear by showing you how amazing it can be to give up control to me, to trust me with your pleasure. I ask if you want to stop and remind you of your safe word. You’re afraid it will hurt, and I tell you it will, but only for a short time. Then it will feel so good. So unbelievably good.”
His finger dips inside me, making me tense and excited and eager all at the same time. I still can’t believe how much I love being touched there. It sets me on fire every time he does it.
“I promise you the most powerful orgasm of your life.”
I tremble at the thought of it. More powerful than what I’ve already experienced with him?
“First the plug has to come out, and it’s as difficult coming out as it was going in. Of course I take my own sweet time and work you up until you’re practically begging me to do it. Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Let me hear you say the words.”
“I want you to… To fuck my ass.”
“Fucking hell, that’s so hot. Hearing you say those words… God, Nat…”
His finger pushes in deeper, and I strain against him, needing more. He lifts my leg up and over his hip, and enters me, giving me half of him as he continues to torture me with his finger. If talking about it is this intense, I can’t imagine what actually doing it will be like.
“The plug finally pops free, and I move fast to lube up myself and you and begin to press into you. Right away, you panic. You tell me it’s too big. Of course that only makes me bigger.”
Despite the assault on my senses, I laugh.
“You make me laugh when I ask you if you’re ready for more and you ask how there can be more. But you can’t see what I can, that we’ve only just begun. I try to give you something else to think about by playing with your clit and nipples, and when you’re distracted, I’m able to g
ive you more.”
I groan at the thought of what it will feel like.
“Jesus, Nat, you’re so tight and hot. Your muscles are rippling around my finger.”
And sure enough, he gets bigger inside me, stretching me nearly to the point of pain once again.
“You say, ‘Holy fuck.’ I’ve never heard you say that word before unless I was making you say it. It’s so hot to hear you say it when I’m taking your ass. I ask you if it still hurts, and you say, ‘Not like it did.’ But it doesn’t feel good yet. I’m determined to get you there. I tell you to relax, and you snap back at me, saying, ‘You try to relax when you’ve got a gigantic cock jammed up your ass.’ You make me laugh, even when I’m trying to concentrate and make this good for you.”
He withdraws his finger and presses it back into me. This time a second finger joins the party.
“I start to move in and out in small increments until I’m certain you’re ready to take the rest. You scream when I press all the way into you, giving you the widest part of me. I start to fuck you, slowly, carefully, and the noises you make, Nat… God, I’m crazy, knowing you’re finally enjoying it. I touch your clit… Do that now. Touch yourself.”
I’ve never done that before, but I’m so desperate to come that I don’t hesitate to reach down to where I’m stretched around him. I can’t believe how wet I am. I circle the hard nub of my clit and gasp from the pleasure that zings through my entire body. Every sense is on full alert, and I’m so ready to come.
“Flynn…”
“Who am I in this scene?”
“Sir… Please… Let me come.”
“We’re not done yet.”
I groan in response to that. How can there be more?
“I fuck you until I can’t hold back anymore. I need you to come so I can, too. Come for me, Nat.”
I press down hard on my clit as he slides deeper into me with both his fingers and his cock. The orgasm hits me like a tsunami, and I scream from the power of it. It’s without a doubt the strongest one I’ve had yet, and that’s saying something.
He groans as he comes, too. “Fucking hell, Nat. That was so hot and so amazing.”
“I want to do it. What you described… I want it, Flynn.”
A big shudder rocks his body. “We have to get you ready.”
“Okay.”
“Will you wear a plug for me tonight?”
“Yes.”
“No hesitation?”
“None.”
“I feel like I have to be dreaming, that I can share this with you, Nat… I can’t even tell you what it means to me.”
“I want to share everything with you.”
“The plugs are downstairs. Will you come down with me?”
“Yes. Let’s go.”
Her eager response is the most incredible aphrodisiac. I’ve had her twice in an hour, and I’m already ready for more. After a quick stop in the bathroom to clean up, I go into the kitchen to get the key to my room downstairs. I can’t believe I’m about to take Natalie, my wife and the love of my life, into my most private world.
It’s a dream come true. She is a dream come true.
We’re both still naked when she follows me downstairs and stands in the middle of the big space, taking it all in again. Her nipples are tight and standing at full attention, her fingers linked together in front of her as her eyes move slowly from the implements on the wall to the spanking bench and cross, and then up to the ropes hanging from the ceiling.
“What are they for?” she asks of the ropes.
“Suspension and bondage. A lot of what I have down here requires pretty heavy bondage for it to be safe, so we won’t be spending much time here. I can’t play with you on the cross, for instance, unless I know you’re safely attached.”
“I might be willing to try it. Someday.”
I shrug. “If it happens, great. If not, no worries.”
“What’s that?” she asks, pointing.
“That’s a Tantra chair. Lots of cool positions. Deep penetration.”
“Could we try that sometime?”
“Absolutely.”
I go to the armoire and retrieve the largest plug I own. “Come on over here.” I gesture to the spanking bench and tell her where to put her knees and elbows so she’s bent over in the proper position. Opening a bottle of lube that warms on contact, I prepare her and the plug.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Remember your safe word?”
“Always.”
“Grasp the leather handles. It helps to have something to hold on to.”
She does as directed, and I press the plug against her, giving it to her slowly so she has time to adjust and adapt. The last thing I want to do is turn her off this before we even get started.
“How does it feel?” I ask.
“Big. Hurts.”
“I know, sweetheart. Just keep breathing and press back against me.”
It takes about ten minutes of stopping and starting before I’m able to slide the plug into place. By now she’s sweating, and her entire back and ass are flushed with a warm rosy color. I desperately want to see her face, so I guide her up and into my arms.
Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and her face is as flushed as the rest of her. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Talk to me.”
“Hmmm.”
“That’s not a word.”
She nuzzles my neck. “Mmmm.”
“That’s not a word either. I want the words, Nat.”
“My body feels like one big nerve ending. Everything is tingling, and I feel like I could come if you so much as breathed on my clit.”
“I can do that. I can breathe on you anywhere you want me to.”
She smiles, her face angelic and relaxed despite what we just did. “We need to go. Your friends are expecting us.”
I can’t believe I’ve forgotten all about our plans to go to the club. “We can do that another night if you want to stay home.”
“I want to go. I want to see it and understand it.”
“Okay, then. I think we need another shower first.”
“Definitely.”
We leave the house forty-five minutes later. Nat is dressed in a clingy top that leaves her shoulders bare and black pants that mold to all her curves. A pair of strappy black heels finishes off her sexy outfit. Her hair is a riot of curls, and she’s gone with dramatic eye makeup that highlights her green eyes. She’s worn the diamond chandelier earrings I gave her as well as the bracelet. I love that she’s wearing the jewelry I gave her, especially the two diamond rings that sit on her left ring finger.
Part of me wants to cancel our plans because I don’t want anyone, even my closest friends, to see my wife looking so hot. Knowing that underneath the sexy outfit she’s wearing my plug only adds to my agitation.
“What’s wrong?” she asks when we’re on our way in the Aston Martin Vanquish.
“Huh? Nothing. What could possibly be wrong?”
“I don’t know, but you haven’t said a word since we left the house, and that’s not like you.”
I reach for her hand. “Nothing’s wrong, baby. For the first time in my entire life, everything is just right.”
“Then what are you brooding about?”
“Truthfully?”
“Always.”
I blow out a deep breath. “I don’t want my friends to see you looking so hot.”
She looks down at her outfit. “Should I have worn something else?”
“No, sweetheart. You look beautiful—and sexy. Incredibly sexy.”
“We’re going to a sex club, Flynn. I thought sexy was the word of the night.”
“It is.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I don’t want other guys looking at you.”
“And yet you want to have sex with me in public.”
“It doesn’t make sense to me either.” I grip the wheel a little tight
er, my knuckles turning white from the pressure. “Maybe I don’t want things the same way I used to. It’s different now.”
“What is?”
“Everything. I’ve never thought twice about having sex with other women at the club, but the thought of doing that with you… In front of people… It’s different. You’re different. We’re different.”
“You said there’re other ways we can enjoy the club short of actually having sex ourselves, right?”
“Lots of ways, up to and including sex. We have private rooms there.”
“Are they like your room at home?”
“Some of them. Others are more like regular bedrooms with implements on the side.”
“Implements on the side,” she says with a laugh. “Like kinky room service?”
Smiling, I say, “Something like that.”
“It’s like you said—we can figure out what works for us. Just because you’ve done something in the past, doesn’t mean you want to do it now. Perhaps all of that was about getting it out of your system so you’d be ready for me.”
“That’s very possible.” I glance over at her and then back at the road. “It’s so great to be able to have these conversations, to not have to hide this side of myself from you. I’m still sorry about the way you found out, but I’m not sorry you know.”
“I’m not either. Everything we’ve done so far has been…” She shakes her head when she can’t seem to find the words. “I would’ve hated to miss out on knowing you this way.”
I’m humbled by her acceptance, her trust and her love. What I ever did to deserve the love of such an amazing woman is beyond me, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make certain I’m always worthy of her.
We arrive at the Quantum building, and judging by the cars already in the lot, it’s a busy night. “You ready for this?”
“Ready.”
“Let’s go, then.” I take her by the hand and use the palm scanner to gain access to the building as well as the elevator that leads to the club in the basement. The doors open, and I lead her inside, my beautiful submissive wife.
Chapter 14
