The Psychotic Husband (The Husband Series Book 3)

by Lucian Bane

  “Lay on the bed,” he whispered, gasping when he pulled himself from her greedy, tight mouth. “On your back. Naked.”

  He hurried to make sure the door was locked and turned to see her climbing on the bed and hurrying into position. He climbed on next to her, kneeling and staring at her beauty. He noticed the way she held her forearms next to her head, fists clenched. The look on her face was different from the aggressive Alice. She was being sweet. Delicate. Angelic.

  He suddenly worried the idea he’d just had, or vision wasn’t the right one. He decided to trust what she’d first told him. If she really hated it, he’d know and not repeat it.

  “Put your hands above your head,” he said.

  Watching the timid way she moved had him nervous. But the hungry look on her face said he was on the right track. When he straddled her chest, that look turned desperate and burned on his dick, then gradually up his body. When she locked gazes with him, the connection stole his breath. He held himself and glided the head along her mouth, now parted wide with hot moans. She wasn’t trying to suck, just letting him do what he wanted. He fell forward enough to grab both wrists in his hand, earning him the sexiest cry that nearly made him orgasm. He was sure he would the second his dick went into her hungry mouth. He decided to feel her face with that intimate part of himself and the way she fought to feel every inch, made him tremble with need.

  He stroked her lips with the head again and she leaned and captured it, making him choke on a harsh groan. She mercilessly licked and sucked, escalating the fire inside him to out of control. His fingers bit into her wrist as he fought to hold his orgasm back while his body had other ideas, like fucking her mouth nice and deep.

  “Alice,” he croaked hotly, watching her take all of him. The sight of himself moving in and out of her pretty mouth had his breaths ragged. He stroked a finger at her mouth where her lips encased him. God, it was so hot. Burning hot. He pumped his hips faster and she encased his dick with her high-pitched moans.

  “This is what you want? My dick deep in your perfect mouth?” he gasped, feeling dizzy. “Holding you down?” He felt the back of her throat with every thrust. “God, Alice,” he shot out. “I’m going to come.” He needed to pull out before he couldn’t, but her moans seemed to beg him not to. “You want me to come in your mouth,” he barely got out, meaning it as a question. Her nod was all he needed and thank God because he couldn’t stop. “Suck it, Alice, suck my dick harder.”

  Charlie clenched his eyes as he pumped faster, fighting not to hurt her as he came and came, never wanting the heavenly eruption of lava to end. Except so that he could do her. He already had exactly what he wanted in mind. He wanted to reward his sweet Alice for being the most amazing thing he’d ever experienced.

  “Show me,” he said, winded when he climbed off of her. “Show me where you want me to spank you.” He eyed her tits with a greedy obsession. “Anywhere you say, I’ll do it.” He looked at her. “I’ll punish you.”

  She quickly got on her hands and knees, then lowered her chest to the bed with her hands behind her back.

  “Alice,” he whispered, leaning to see her ass like that.

  “Spank me like this,” she gasped.

  “What else do you want me to do?”

  “Finger me,” she said with a sweet whimper.

  His dick was hard again at the idea. But could he really do this? Spank her?

  He was about to find out.

  What position was he supposed to get in? He stood next to the bed, staring at the way she looked like that. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight and knew he’d never stop seeing it. Never wanted to.

  He reached out with his finger and traced the pink peeking out from the dark hair. His mind got busy working out how he could get his mouth there while he spanked her. Not coming up with an immediate answer, and not wanting to make her wait a second longer, he knelt on the bed right behind her and stroked his hands over her cute ass.

  She erupted with frantic moans, telling him she was beyond ready. He started out with grabbing both cheeks in his hands and squeezing.

  “Charlie!” she gasped.

  That she got off this much to that fascinated him. He continued squeezing her firm cheeks in a slow kneading motion, getting harder as a way to test her pain tolerance. But he forgot all about their game and even his name when her pink folds made wet kissing sounds with every squeeze of her butt.

  “Please, Charlie,” she begged weakly.

  Hell yes, he definitely liked this game. Anything that made her beg his name was a winner. He finally gave her some relief, sliding his middle finger inside her. “Alice, you’re so wet. And tight,” he whispered, stroking her butt cheek with his other hand.

  “Do it Charlie,” she panted in the bed. “Punish me. I want it.”

  What Alice wanted, Alice surely needed to get.

  With his finger buried to the bottom of her, he lifted his hand and gave a testing spank. The result had Charlie ready to orgasm. Her sharp gasp and quivering clamp on his finger created an instant addiction. He did it again, moving his finger around inside her.

  “Oh Charlie, Charlie, please. Harder, punish me harder.”

  There was his aggressive Alice.

  He spanked harder and the shocked gasp said he may have hurt her, but her “yes, yes,” said no, it was nearly perfect. Harder or softer was the question.

  “Finger me, Charlie. Harder so much harder and faster.”

  Christ, yes. It took focus but he managed to finger her five times and give her one spank, making it count.

  “Oh my God,” she cried, sounding shocked. “Don’t stop!”

  “God, Alice,” he croaked, losing track of his spanks as he sped up.

  “I’m going to come, Charlie!”

  “Come so hard for me, Alice,” he shuddered, adding another finger inside her. He wanted to rub her clit and turned his hand so that his thumb reached it when he was buried deep.

  “Oh! Oh!” she cried at this new position. He had to find another momentum that allowed his thumb to remain engaged and settled for flicking his fingers while deep inside her. Aroused out of his mind, he popped her ass really good and it lit the fuse to her orgasm. Her sweet body shook and sucked with a ravenous quiver on his fingers. Wanting it to never end, he spanked her again and again, watching as each one prolonged the heaven.

  It took everything he had not to climb on the bed and slide himself inside her sweet body. He grabbed her hips and buried his mouth instead, licking it all up, memorizing the taste of what he did to her, what she did to him. This had to be the taste of divinity. He mentally saturated himself in her essence before locking it away in the forever part of his mind. He didn’t just want his perfect Alice in this world… he wanted her especially in the eternal world to come.

  She was his Alice in Wonderland.

  Bubble Baths are Essential

  Why is she coming?

  Who?

  Your wife. She’s coming. Why is she coming?

  How do you know she’s coming?

  I can feel her steps coming this way.

  They still lay in bed under what felt like five tons of sand in awake-sleep, Frank called it. Unconscious, but aware somehow. It was a strange existence and Ben understood that it was Frank’s space they were in. Ben had tried to snap Frank out of what caused it, but in the end, Frank was the one that pulled him to safety. The oddly comfortable place of here-not-here—another one of Frank’s terms. He said he did it to keep from having their connections fried. The way he’d explained it made it sound like a common exercise in his existence.

  But what was most unusual was how Ben knew Frank in this space. He knew him like he knew himself, only without any memories of anything he’d done. The other unusual thing was knowing Frank had told the truth about everything. Ben didn’t even feel shocked about it because, well, he knew. He knew it like he knew he had two hands and two feet.

  But now, as Frank engaged in every tick and nervous habit h
e had, Ben knew something else. Frank had gravely miscalculated a particular thing in planning his little head transplant operation. The wife factor, and how that was supposed to work. He had to have known he was married if he knew everything else. Had he somehow known him and Cheryl had problems? Had he assumed they still did or would?

  Being angry about it was like being angry at a child that didn’t know better. Even though he wasn’t technically a kid age wise, Ben realized his spirit and emotions were young. Another thing he perceived in their here-not-there that had him convinced all his earlier conversations were mostly scripted, like he’d read them or memorized them.

  But when Charlie told him that thing about the moon coming to him, it had broken something in Frank. Or maybe fixed something. Whatever it did was so powerful that even Ben experienced it. Was like a spiritual and emotional orgasm was the closest thing Ben could use to describe it.

  She’s just coming to check on me, I’m sure, Ben remembered to answer.

  What will she do?

  Ben realized he had the odd but clear need to protect him, but in this case, he couldn’t exactly do anything about it. Had he done something to Ben to make him need to do that? Did he need protecting and his cool new ability to overly experience other people’s needs, sick and non, cause it? Then it hit him. She uh…she might want to touch me.

  Touch you where?

  Where wives touch husbands, I guess.

  You guess? You don’t guess, you know, he accused.

  Technically, I don’t know, so I have to guess this time. She might, she might not.

  Why would she touch you while you’re sleeping?

  Ben had to laugh. Why wouldn’t she?

  Because you’re sleeping,” he said, like it should be self-explanatory.

  Because she likes touching me while I sleep, maybe?

  Why though? Why does she like it while you sleep?

  At hearing his genuine curiosity, he said, She doesn’t like it because I’m sleeping, she likes it all the time, even if I’m sleeping. It’s like breathing. You don’t stop wanting to do it just because you’re sleeping.

  You have to breathe while you sleep, Ben.

  Well…when you love somebody, touching them is like breathing. And you need to do it when they’re sleeping too.

  But what does it do? The touching? Breathing allows you to have oxygen and you need that not to die.

  You need love not to die too.

  Well, I’m alive.

  Ben realized what he meant. I guess you’re right. You don’t actually need the love of a wife. But if you have a wife, like I do, you do. Did you not know I was married?

  I knew you were married.

  It sounded like he remembered that he knew but was missing the important details that went with it.

  Maybe you’ll remember what you had in mind when you need to know. Like you said.

  What if I don’t remember in time?

  In time for what? Ben laughed.

  In time to know what to do if she touches!

  Is there any way for you to…fracture us and let me handle all the feeling?

  The hope that shot through them had Ben laughing.

  I can try!

  Ben was a little worried about his uncertainty and where that could leave them. What happens if you mess up? Maybe you need to wait till you remember things before you try these cool tricks you have.

  I….

  At realizing how desperate he was, he decided, I’ll just not let her do the marriage kind of touching.

  But I don’t want any touching, Ben.

  Well, I don’t want another person’s head and I especially didn’t want one so complicated it has to lock shit away to keep from imploding from awesomeness.

  Frank actually giggled with that.

  That’s funny?

  It is, yes. But I can’t do touching women.

  You touched your mother? Your sister?

  That’s different.

  Well, you’ll have to find a way to see her like a non-woman kind of person.

  He was quiet for a moment. You won’t let her do the marriage touching.

  Until you remember what you’re supposed to do, yes. But you better hope you had a plan because I can’t go forever without touching my wife like a husband does.

  It’s a deal. I’ll remember soon. I had a plan for that.

  How long are we going to be stuck like this? Ben wondered.

  We can get up now.

  We can?

  No! he said, as though realizing Ben wanted to do it immediately. When she leaves. Please.

  Where is she? You said she was coming.

  She was, and then she remembered to do something else.

  Ben shook his head. How do you know that?

  I felt and heard it in her steps. Like it was so simple to do.

  Fine. We’ll wait. But right after she leaves, we wake?

  Yes. And eat. And use the bathroom. And take a shower-bath.

  Ben furrowed his brows at that. A shower-bath?

  A shower then a bath.

  Why both?

  Because you need to be clean before you do the bath.

  He clearly didn’t hear how that sounded or Ben didn’t understand what he meant by bath. What’s the bath for if you’re already clean?

  For the bubbles, he said, like that was the most obvious thing.

  You take bubble baths?

  Ben could feel Frank wondering if it was a trick question. Don’t you?

  Not since I was seven, no.

  It was both strange and amusing to sense/see Frank sitting there with his mouth hanging open in sad disappointment. Why did you stop?

  Ben found himself having a hard time answering the simple question. He didn’t hate bubble baths, they just…I’m not sure why.

  So…are you going to make me quit taking bubble baths?

  The very idea put Frank on the verge of devastation and Ben couldn’t keep from smiling.

  Bubble baths are essential to me, Ben.

  I see that. Ben was kind of amused about it. I guess I can enjoy a soak every now and then.

  Thank you! I don’t need a really long bubble bath, I’m happy with thirty or thirty-five minutes.

  The surge of joy still hitting Ben’s muscles could’ve counted as a Frank-hug, he guessed. Thirty-five, huh? Not thirty-six or thirty-seven?

  No, thirty-five. Or thirty.

  The door opened and Ben realized it instantly. I can’t stop her from touching me if I’m sleeping.

  Oh no, Frank said. We have to wake up.

  Yes, we kind of do.

  She’s sitting on the bed, Frank realized two seconds before the bed dipped next to them.

  Are you going to wake us up?

  I’m scared to. Maybe she just wants to make sure we’re still breathing.

  Ben waited for Frank to flip out when Cheryl’s lips pressed into their forehead.

  What is that? he wondered, somehow not recognizing it. She smells like raisins.

  Cheryl’s hand stroked across his forehead and Ben’s pores fought to suck it up while Frank cringed.

  Wake us up.

  She needs to back away for that.

  Why? Ben wondered. Are we going to shoot off the bed or something?

  We might.

  Wait…what do you have to do?

  I have to shatter this room we’re in and it takes a lot of force. I don’t want to accidentally hit her.

  Well, we can’t ask her to move so we’ll have to wait.

  What is she doing? Frank hurried when her hand stroked over his chest.

  She’s touching.

  Why!

  I told you why.

  What is this even doing for her? Where is her hand going? Why is it going down?

  Uh…better hold on Frank.

  To what?

  The second her hand captured his cock, they flew out of their little cell and knocked Cheryl onto the floor in the process. “Dammit, Frank!” he muttered, hurrying to
help her up. “Baby, I’m sorry, you scared me.

  She…she touched my…

  No, she touched my dick.

  But…it felt just like mine.

  “I’m sorry, I…” she looked down at his chest and her arms went around him, hugging him tight.

  Oh Ben… not so tight, Frank complained when he hugged her back.

  “You’re okay. I was waking up.”

  She pulled back and looked up at him. “Are you okay? Charlie told me everything.”

  He nodded, his gaze fixed on her lips.

  Ben, what’s happening?

  I’m getting a hard-on is what’s happening. I want to kiss my wife.

  But you said—

  I’m not going to do it, but I still want it. I can’t stop wanting it.

  Okay….

  “I was so scared,” she whispered, wetting her lips.

  Why is she looking at our mouth?

  She wants to kiss me.

  Oh God, no. Ben’s eyes clenched shut tight.

  “Are you in pain?” she wondered.

  “No,” he said, prying them open. “Just, needed to… stretch my eyelids.”

  I don’t think you can stretch your eyelids, Frank informed.

  You want me to tell her Frank doesn’t want to kiss?

  Oh…I never thought of that.

  At hearing he thought he was serious, he assured, I’m not telling her that.

  Why?

  Because then she’ll know we can’t kiss and that’ll upset her.

  “Are you dizzy?” she asked, making him realize he was quiet for too long.

  “No. But I need to sit.”

  He did and she sat next to him, allowing him to feel her desire and craving for him.

  I think we need the bathroom.

  No, I need to…Ben bit his tongue on fuck her. Do married things with her.

  Oh. I think we need the bathroom too. Maybe she’ll leave while we do that.

  “Mr. Wong and his wife should be coming in later tonight or the morning,” she announced.