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We finished up our fancy picnic, then Gregory chaperoned a nice walk around part of the property while Innes assured us they would get all of our things, i.e. my gifts, up to the room. After our walk, we took another nap and then Michael arranged for a private dinner for us down in the larger of the castle's two libraries. Seriously, I didn’t know on what planet you would call a place like this huge ass mansion complete with towers and everything a hunting lodge and not a castle, but I was sticking hard to this castle thing. Anyway, we got dressed up all nice and pretty, and headed down for another delicious meal.
The owners stopped in to greet us just before the first course was served, a really nice husband and wife who had recently taken over the place from her parents. Michael, of course, charmed them stupid. I'm sure they were just glad that the man they were making all these special accommodations for wasn't a complete dick. They told us more about the activities they offered guests, with the explicit reminder that any and all of the excursions, hikes, nature walks and trips to the shooting range can be made private at our request. I may have gasped and grabbed Michael's hand when they told us about their archery range. I didn't feel comfortable wielding a shotgun, but I always wanted to try out a real bow and arrow. Michael did that smile and nod thing he does that just makes things happen and I knew I'd be getting my Katniss on before the trip was over.
After dinner it was my turn to surprise Michael. When we got back to the room I told him to make himself comfortable on the couch in the den of our suite. We had eight full nights to spend together uninterrupted, and I was going to make up for all the nights we'd lost to business trips and games going into overtime. I'd overpacked for sure, extra boots and sweaters, long sleeves for the weather that was accurately predicted. But what Michael didn't know was that one of my bags was filled entirely with lingerie and fun accessories, like lube and our favorite butt plug. I even brought some wrist and ankles cuffs just in case we were feeling particularly adventurous.
I took my time changing, laying out every piece of my barely there outfit on the bed before I put them on. I touched up my lip gloss then finished the look off by putting my hair up in a ponytail. Fluffed out my bangs to the side. I grabbed some lube, the Michael dildo that was definitely going to require a nickname, and another toy that was more for setting the mood than anything else.
I peeked out the bedroom door at the back of Michael's head. He was looking down at his phone. Apparently I'd taken long enough that someone had enough time to come up and get the fireplace going. I took a deep breath and shook off my nerves.
"Baby, close your eyes."
Michael slipped his phone in his jacket pocket, then dropped his chin to his chest. "They're closed."
I slowly walked out into the living area and came around the couch. He was wearing one of my favorite suits. A deep navy blue that fit him so well. He was gonna have to get it dry cleaned for sure after tonight.
I set the lube and the dildo down on the coffee table between the sofa and the fireplace, then shifted the plush basketball under my arm, and struck the perfect pose.
"Okay, you can open them."
He slowly raised his lids and then made a little choking noise when he saw what I was wearing. I smiled and shifted my weight on my hip a little more. I knew how my curves looked.
"You're not the only one who stashed a few things in their luggage."
"You know I went and got a full physical a few weeks ago because I knew you would pull some shit like this. Sometimes I really think you're trying to kill me." He looked me up and down, taking in everything I wasn't wearing.
The extra small jersey the Flames’ front office had given me when Michael bought the team had given me some ideas. I couldn't fit that tiny piece of fabric over my head. But that didn't mean I couldn't have another jersey custom made. This was black, the Away colors, and just barely covered my tits, but the geniuses I found for the work make it so the word FLAMES was on perfect display in double-mounted red and white. I turned around so he could get the full effect.
MRS. BRADBURY and the number two are crammed onto the back, but legible and in perfect proportion. They provided enough fabric so I could tie it in a little sexy knot off to the side. I praised the lord of plus size fashion for finally giving me more than one retailer that sold thigh-high athletic socks big enough to cover my ample thighs without bunching or cutting off my circulation. I picked out a white pair with the three red stripes at the top. A pair of red underwear with a thick white waistband and the imitation boy seams brought it all together.
I looked at Michael, biting my bottom lip. "I was hoping I could try out for the team."
His eyes darkened and then he spread his arms out across the back of the couch. We dabbled in role play, but it usually only lasted three seconds and there had never been costumes involved. I couldn't wait to bust out the Little Red Riding Hood Gone Slutty get up I had tucked in my suitcase.
"You missed the draft already,” Michael said. “And camp. I could arrange a last minute try-out for you but you'd have to show me something really special."
"I swear I'm good. I have a mean chest pass and everything."
"I think it's going to take a little more than a chest pass to land a spot on this squad. Put that down—" he nodding toward the stuffed basketball. "And come here."
I set it down and stepped between his legs. He moved to the edge of the sofa. My hands automatically went to the back of his head. His hair was still a little damp from his pre-dinner shower. I gently tugged the soft strands, then massaged the base of his scalp. He looked up at me.
"Do you like it?" I asked.
"I like all of it."
I moaned as he moved closer and started kissing over my stomach. He turned me slowly, kissing every inch of available skin until I was facing the fireplace. I looked over my shoulder and could see from the look in his eye that he was gone, so far gone. It was gonna be a long night. I held still as he hooked his fingers into both sides of my underwear and pulled them up, exposing more of my ass cheeks. A little yelp slipped out as his teeth gently nipped at my sensitive skin. He kept going, biting and nipping, licking and kissing at my ass, my thighs, my hips.
“Grab your ankles. Grab the table,” he nearly growled. “I don’t care, just bend over and keep your legs together. Just like that. Good.” The blood was rushing to my head, the heat from the fire warming the back of my neck as my ponytail just brushed the carpet, but I could clearly feel my pulse beating in my clit. I was already wet. The kisses and love bites turned me on more than I could have imagined. Michael stroked me, rubbing his fingers all over my pussy through the fabric of my panties. Over and over in firm but gentle circles. He was upside down from my vantage point, but the look on his face was so focused, so sexy, I was starting to lose patience.
“Baby?” I whined.
“Mhmmm?” He didn’t look at me, just moved my underwear out of the way and slid a long finger into my cunt.
“I want you.”
“You’ll get me. All of me. Don’t worry.”
He toyed with me a while longer, finger fucking me until I couldn’t stand it. Finally, when I felt like I was about to come, he took mercy on me and turned me around. He reached between my legs and readjusted my underwear again from the front. Still on, adding their splash of color for that extra bit of excitement, but out of the way for easy access. Then he reached for the dildo and the lube.
“Go get on the bed.”
I knew what he was thinking. He was going to be too rough for the floor or the delicate sofa. Once I was in the other room, I sat down on the edge of the bed. I wanted him in every way. In my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass, and from the look on his face I knew I was going to get what I wanted, the way we both wanted it.
“Leave your suit on,” I told him, squeezing my thighs together.
“Anything my wife wants.” A little smile lifted his mustache. He tossed the lube beside me on the bed then took me by the chin with his
free hand. “Open up.”
My lips parted and he gently slid the dildo into my mouth. I knew it was fake, but sucking on it was almost as hot as sucking Michael’s dick. He watched me for a few minutes as I used my lips and my tongue against his light pushes and pulls. He let out a deep breath through his nose and I knew he was reaching his limit. I lifted my hand and drew it over his erection, pressing against the crease in his dress pants. Bobbing my head harder on the plastic cock, I gave his dick a light squeeze.
“Let’s do a little switch,” he said quietly. “I want this in your pussy.”
“I want you in my mouth.”
“I think that’ll work best.” That smile again. Devastating. He handed me the dildo and I wiggled all the way to the edge of the bed and opened my legs. I was so tight and swollen, hot and wet, pushing the toy between my inner lips felt so good. Michael gave me a few seconds to adjust to its size and its unyielding girth. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I didn’t waste a second taking him in my mouth. I sucked his dick for a long time, savoring the taste of his leaking precum while I fucked myself with my new favorite toy. He closed his eyes, gripping the back of my head, no doubt loving the way my mouth felt on his body.
I could tell he was getting close when he stepped back and reached for the lube. “Get me ready.”
“Butt stuff?” I teased. Michael didn’t answer. He was too busy looking down at my hands spreading the lube around. When he was nice and slick he nodded for me to move up the bed, just enough to give him the room he needed to work. I let him take control of the dildo, lifting my hips to help him along. My eyes closed again when I felt his lube-slicked fingers moving around my ass and then he was pushing his way inside. It was a tight fit, especially with the dildo filling my pussy up so good, but like always, my body welcomed his any way I could get him.
Michael did all the work, fucking me deep and hard as I just laid back and played with my nipples. He started slow and gentle, measuring his thrusts, and the push and shove of the fake cock so he didn’t hurt me, but soon I was begging. I wanted more, needed more. Faster and harder. At one point I opened my eyes and it was all too much. The dim lights of our honeymoon suite illuminating the lightly tanned skin of my gorgeous husband, still fully dressed in his perfectly tailored suit, and the sight of the wet spot that had spread all over the crotch of his pants. I took ahold of the dildo from him, calling out his name as I fucked myself rougher than I think he ever would.
I came, my eyes squeezing shut so hard I think I momentarily blacked out. It took a few seconds before I knew I was squirting, ejaculating on Michael’s pants and cock and all over my own thighs. He froze for a moment, taking in the sight of what he had just done to me, and then he went back to work, pumping in and out until he groaned out his own orgasm, filling my ass with his cum. He called out my name, he told me how much he loved me. When we could both breathe again, there was a brief intermission. Michael cleaned up and got undressed and fished up something for us to drink. There was cuddling. Some kissing. He asked where I got the socks. We decided to name the dildo Mikey.
Three
The ten glorious days of our honeymoon went by way too fast. I wanted to cry as we drove away from our magical castle and our new best friend Gregory who absolutely hated me because I slipped and called him Greggy to his face. We did our fair share of hiding in our room, sleeping and screwing to our heart’s content, but Michael actually had a lot of plans worked out for us. We joined a group at the archery range. Michael and I both actually had damn good aim once we got a hang of things, but my shoulders and arms were sore as shit the next day. There was talk of venturing out in search of a nightclub one night, but I was too tired for another adventure that required pants so Michael threw me a one man dance party. Watching him dance sort of on beat in his boxers was better than any bottle service or VIP section. I got to wear almost all of the sexy outfits I’d packed. Michael was partial to this lacy blue number and this slutty Snow White get up I’d found.
In the end though, with the slutty Little Red Riding Hood costume gone untouched, I was happy to head home. We had three weeks left in LA before we relocated to Miami for the NBA season. We tried to do the whole flying back and forth thing last season and made it about halfway through before I gave in and packed up the puppies so I could be with Michael. Working remotely with Daniella and our team worked just fine, and she came to Miami whenever she felt like it so we could hang out. But Michael and I both still had a lot to do before we relocated back to Florida for the winter.
I knew the old adage that sometimes you need a vacation. I needed time to recover from our wedding and all the traveling, but I didn't realize how wiped I was until I went back into the office. The commute alone from Malibu to Santa Monica had me wanting to climb back into bed. And maybe it was all the changes and the travel and associated people germs, but I felt a little nauseated. I had to tell Patch to chill twice before I let him out of the car. I did not have the energy to keep up with him, but still I was excited to see the girls.
I slowly opened the door, trying to make a surprise dramatic entrance but Patch wouldn't be kept from his adoring public or his forgotten toys. He nearly ripped my arm off trying to get inside.
“Jesus. Will you wait?” I had to drop his leash to keep my fingers.
Welcomes from around the room. Lili damn near jumped out of her chair so she could collect Patch in her arms. Daniella met me in the middle of the room and we hugged like fools. Our shipping/office manager Jade just nodded at me. She was a woman of few words.
“I’m so glad you’re back!” Daniella squealed.
“I am too. I missed you!”
Brittany our assistant was next in line, waiting for her own hug. I pulled her in tight. “Hey girl!”
“We all missed you,” she added cheerfully. I didn’t even make it to my desk to put down my things. The three of us collapsed on the couch. Patch came over, butt swinging wildly so he could slobber on his other favorite humans.
“I see someone’s happy to be off house arrest and back in the office,” Daniella laughed.
“Oh my god, you should have seen him and Penny when we got home. They both lost their shit.”
“Of course they did,” Daniella cooed, rubbing Patch’s face. “They missed their mommy and daddy. I’m sure Holger lost his shit too. I don’t know what he did without you.”
“Enjoyed ten days of peace and quiet, and rethought ever going to work for Michael in the first place,” I joked. “He was cranky as fuck, actually. I think he really missed us too. You know his game is sarcasm and—”
“He laid it on thick?”
“So, so thick. But whatever, we brought him presents and we brought you guys presents!” I reached down, opened the giant tote I had with me and pulled out the individually wrapped goods. A necklace for Lili and Brittany each and a stag brooch for Daniella, this cool keychain for Jade. I had no clue what she actually liked.
“There's more,” I said as they tore open their gifts. “I got cheese, chocolates, like five boxes of whisky flights ’cause we’re all a little productive when we’re a bit tipsy.”
Lili grabbed one of the boxes of chocolate. “I'm just gonna open this.”
“So tell us,” Daniella said. “How does it feel to be a married woman?”
“Good,” I said in my most girly of voices. “I don't know, the wedding took up so much...energy. It felt like it would never come and maybe I was a little worried that it was such a distraction, like the circus of it all—”
“Oh, Infinity released their exclusives of your wedding.” Lili pulled out her phone and started typing. “Here you go.”
“Oooh.” It was weird to see myself on a magazine's website. Shannon had sent over links to all the images she took that day, but there were nearly a thousand. I hadn't had time to go through them all. The pictures she picked for the spread were amazing.
“They’re delivering the hard copies to your house,” Brittany added.
/> “Add on to the mountain of shit I have to go through, no doubt. Anyway yeah, the wedding was one thing, but married life? It's been pretty good.” Up close, I knew Daniella could tell I was blushing.
“Of course it is,” she groaned. “I hatelove you two so much.”
“How have things been here? What did I miss?”
“Business is still running. Orders are on schedule, though you've got a ton to approve.”
“You do,” Brittany added with a smile. “I made a list.”
“Great. Can't wait. This is gonna be amazing. What else?”
“Duke and I broke up for good.”
“What? What happened?” Daniella and her on-again off-again, I didn't even know what they were, had been at this as long as Michael and I had been together. But while we were racing forward, the two of them couldn't even seem to find a parking space outside the track.
“He cheated,” Lili said.
“He did not,” Daniella said, swatting at her little sister. “After you guys left the reception, some friend of a friend of a guest on Michael’s side tried to kiss him.”
“Did he kiss her back?”
“No, no and she was very drunk.”
“So you just dumped him?”
“I...thought long and hard about what our relationship will be like long term and I am adult enough to know that I do not have the stomach to date an actual famous person. It really is too much.”
“Okay,” I said with a sigh. “But I vote no on this whole proposition.” I loved them both and if they could just both stop being so ridiculous…
“That's what I said.” Lili was just as confused as I was.
“I’m here if you want to talk about it.”
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