by DD Prince
It was not a good fucking twist of events, that was for damn sure.
Tia
He was grouchy. And now so was I. I didn’t know what was up his butt the past few days. He’d gone from being sweet and so nurturing and caring, to miserable. Like if someone looked at him the wrong way, he’d shoot them.
And I didn’t know what had changed. He was again not sleeping. He barely came to bed. Was he afraid to hurt me? Was the counseling making him face things that were ugly? Was it emotions that’d been buried bubbling up?
He didn’t want dirty sex. Frankly, our sex life was average. Sex most nights, some mornings, but he turned down offers to spice it up with chasing games or with role-playing or bondage. I missed the rocky road stuff. Don’t get me wrong, sex was never unsatisfactory, but he was distant. He wasn’t happy. I felt like I had to do something.
“How about we go to the market again today?”
“Got shit to do.” He was working in the boathouse that had become his workshop. He was building a fancy rack to hold fishing rods up on the wall. It was looking good, but I didn’t think it was urgent in any way. “Make a list. I’ll get what you need picked up.”
“But…” I started, ready to reason.
“Tia,” he warned, not looking at me.
“How about if---”
“Fuckin’ no! I don’t wanna go to the fucking market, all right?”
I growled and turned on my heel and stomped back to the house.
Not ten seconds after I was in the kitchen, needlessly wiping the spotless granite island, he was there, right in my face.
“Seriously? A fucking temper tantrum from you because I’m not ready to drop everything and go to some fuckin’ market? Maybe your priorities are fucked up, Athena.”
“I just have cabin fever. I told you yesterday I wanted to go out today and you didn’t give me an answer. You’ve been all moody and broody since yesterday. No, the day before.”
“Can’t help it if I don’t wanna go play tourist, Tia.”
“Not really looking at doing touristy stuff only. There’s a yoga class there and they also do salsa lessons, and I wanted to check out this spice vendor. Thought we could go back to that little café for lunch.”
He had bought a Jeep for us. We had transportation.
“I want us layin’ low here. Not mingling with the fuckin’ locals. You join a yoga class? You’ll meet some bitches who want to hang with you. Then what? Valentina Caruso? You bring them around here? Word gets around. People start nosing in our business?”
I deflated.
He glared at me. And it wasn’t fair for him to be this angry at me. He was in the workshop half the time, the rooftop, or the office. I got mealtime with him and bedtime.
“So, this is life now? Stuck at home? No human contact but you when you’re not in the boathouse, on the roof beating up the punching bag, or in your office talking to your brother?”
His eyebrows shot up.
“It’s been days, not weeks, not months, certainly not years, Tia.”
“And you don’t talk to me about why you’re in these moods. You don’t tell me what’s got you like this. I don’t know if there’s something wrong at home, if we’re in danger, or if it’s still all the other stuff weighing on you. You say nothing, so why wouldn’t I try to see if we can go to a fricking store, to a café? Thinking if we get out of the house maybe it’ll help. I can’t spend my life like this.” I folded my arms across my chest.
He glared. “What’s that supposed to mean? What are you gonna do instead?”
I was ready to push. I knew he needed a release, and to be honest, I wanted one, too.
“I didn’t say I was gonna do anything. Don’t be ridiculous.” I rolled my eyes. I came across bitchy. Intentionally.
“If I could turn back the clock, I would,” he said softly.
My heart skipped a beat.
“Huh? To when?” My blood ran cold. He backed up and leaned against the opposite counter.
“To the day I first saw you. So fuckin’ innocent, humming along to some stupid pop song on the radio, excited about your life. Your plans. Shoulda left you there, walked away and left you behind that ice cream counter, instead of tainting you with my poison.”
I took the two steps separating us and slapped him straight across the face.
Yeah. Not a smart move, but I was suddenly furious. And Tommy? He was stunned.
“Don’t you ever say that to me again!” I demanded.
I was quickly pinned against the wall, my arms over my head in his grip. He was breathing fire at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his jaw clenching.
“How dare you, Tommy Ferrano! You wish your love for me away? That’s mine! Poison or not, it’s mine. Don’t you ever fucking wish it away!” I was screaming in his face and tears were rolling down my cheeks. I think it was safe to say, I was having a bit of a nervous breakdown.
It turned my blood to acid to think that he’d wish what we have away for even a second.
“You got a death wish? Smacking me in the face, Athena?” His voice was controlled, dangerously so.
“What we have is everything to me. It’s all I have. All I w-want.” I sniffled.
His eyes warmed for a fraction of a second, then his jaw bulged again. “You need to be punished for that. You do not fucking hit me. You hear me?”
“Don’t ever say that again, then.” I sniffled, filled with bravado.
I went to move my arms but his grip tightened, and then he spun me so that my back was to him and he re-pinned my arms in one hand, ripped my shorts and panties down with the other hand, and whacked my ass super-hard.
I hissed at the sting.
He smacked it again. “What am I gonna fucking do with you?” His voice betrayed emotion.
He didn’t want to punish me. He sounded like he probably wanted to cuddle me. I didn’t want a cuddle. I wanted, no needed it to hurt.
“Fuck me. Show me who I belong to. Show me you’d never ever turn back time and let me be someone else’s.”
“Baby,” he sighed and kissed the back of my neck.
He was melting.
No. Not what I needed. Not what he needed.
Not at all.
“If you’d turned around and left without claiming me, maybe I’d have gotten back with Nick. He wanted me back.”
Tommy’s body tightened.
“Or some other guy. Some other guy fucking me, holding me at night? Taking what could’ve been yours? But it isn’t, because you walked away.”
His palm slapped the wall beside my head. “Shut up.”
“Make me shut up.”
He spun me around and the look in his eyes?
Uh oh.
Beast mode: Unleashed.
Tommy
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, baby girl. So fucking hard you’re gonna feel me for days.”
She smirked. I was also gonna wipe that smirk off her face. Her smirk evaporated. She knew she was in big fucking trouble.
“Big trouble, baby girl…”
I marched her out of the kitchen into the family room, throwing her over the back of the couch so her ass was up in the air, her elbows and face down in the cushions. And I whacked her ass five times right in a row. Hard. It wasn’t just pink. It was scarlet red. She kicked and cried, and after the fifth slap tried to scoot forward to get away, but I wasn’t fucking having it. I had her hair and held her down while I rammed my cock into her ass dry. Yep. I fucking did. Call me a fucking bastard. I do not give a fuck.
She screeched. “Tommy, no! It hurts.”
“You ever think of smacking your husband’s face again, remember this, little wife.” I rammed in again and she cried out.
I pulled out and slammed into her pussy. Soaked. Fucking beautiful, baby girl.
This little wife of mine needed to learn. She knows who the fuck she belongs to. She’s doing this… this goading for me. For me.
She wants me to show her. She n
eeds it.
I fucking love this girl more than ever. She wants to heal me. She spends every day looking for ways to do that. I don’t deserve her. I should’ve left her to her life. Instead, I took her and twisted her into this, this little goddess that spends her life trying to please me. I am never letting her go.
I need to do better, be better, for her. But, yet, even if I can’t, even if I continue to be a sadistic asshole prick, she’s proven she’s in this. I don’t know how I got so lucky given all my sins, but fuck if I’m not keeping what’s mine.
I rubbed her asshole and there was blood on my thumb. I wiped it on my jeans and slapped her ass again.
“Oh God,” she cried out. Pain and pleasure. Both right there in her cry.
“You wanna come?”
“Mm hm.” Her voice was muffled by the cushions.
“Beg.”
“Please, Tommy.”
I put my fingers to her clit. “Naw.” I pulled them away. “You’re a naughty girl. Naughty girls don’t get to come. Naughty girls need to fucking learn.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. I’m sorry I smacked your face. I love you so much.”
She was slamming back into my cock, wiggling her sweet little ass for me. Fuck. I grabbed between her legs again and her pussy was so fucking soaked I could barely get a grip on her clit. I wiped my fingers on my jeans and went back again and worked it until she was screaming out my name.
I slapped her ass again, mid-orgasm.
And then I flipped her around to face me, glared at her, threw her over my shoulder and carried my naughty wife upstairs to our bedroom.
Tia
He took me into the shower.
“Wash me,” he ordered. “Wash me good, because you’re going down on me in less than a minute. I don’t give a fuck I was just in your ass and your pussy.”
My eyes went wide. He’d had me go down on him after he’d been inside me but never that way. No, I didn’t want that.
“Now.”
Shit. I hurried. I washed me, too. As soon as we were rinsed, I was being pulled out and backed up as he advanced, looking like a predator.
I slipped and nearly wiped out on the bathroom floor with the puddle we’d made from our dripping selves and he caught me, concern flashing briefly in his eyes, and then I was up in his arms and carried, then dropped on the bed. He was immediately on me, climbing my body, ramming his cock into my mouth. Holy shit. It still tasted a bit soapy. Too bad, though, because I couldn’t protest. He was straddling my face.
“Suck,” he ordered as I choked.
I grabbed his ass and tried my best.
But it didn’t matter, really. He wasn’t waiting for me to suck. He was fucking my face.
He had my hair suddenly, and it was a little too rough, but again, too bad. I tried to roll with it.
He let go, pulled out so abruptly that my mouth made a pop sound and there was spit all over my chin. I was flipped over like a pancake and pulled up to my knees, and then he was inside me again, slapping my pussy again.
I cried out. “Fuck. Baby…”
His hand went over my mouth and he went harder. I whimpered behind his hand.
He was determined to pull another one out of me. I didn’t think I could, no way. I was exhausted. But then the orgasm bared its teeth and was upon me. Oh shit. I have no choice. It was coming.
It hit me, blinding white light in my face, and after so many of them consecutively, but he was there telling me to take it, telling me to give it to him, so I fought against the urge to squint against that white light. I opened up wide and soaked it in. Holy fucking shit.
Subspace.
He fucked me for at least another hour in every position he could likely think of. He came three times. After the first time he was instantly hard again. The second erection lasted a long time. Then, it took a while for him to have a third. But during that time, he spanked me. He sucked my nipples so hard, they would bruise. He kissed me, swallowing my cries as he pulled my hair. When he got that third hard-on, it went fast. Thank God. I was exhausted and sore and I didn’t complain once.
He slept for ten hours straight afterwards.
Mission accomplished. I was sore all over and my ass had been beaten halfway to a pulp, but he was actually snoring. And he never snored, so that told me how exhausted he was.
“I’m gonna be the best wife ever,” I whispered, smiling to myself. And then I laughed at my own ridiculous thoughts, such submissive thoughts. And then I snuggled in and slept, too.
***
I limped the next day, my body feeling like I’d run a marathon.
But, we had a little talk at breakfast. He’d made us eggs and bacon.
“You can’t go in the front after visiting the back, hubby. You’ll give me an infection.”
His eyebrows rose. “Are you telling me how I’m allowed to fuck you?”
Mine rose too. “Are you telling me you don’t care if you give me an infection?”
He winked and looked back to his paper. “I hear you. Noted.” He shoved a piece of bacon into his mouth.
Tommy
“Wanna go for a walk?” Tia asked, coming into the office on the second floor.
“Waiting for a call, baby.”
A few hours later she was back.
“Walk?”
“Still waiting for that call.”
She gave me a look. “I just wanted to walk along the beach. Collect some shells. Get some exercise off the grounds.”
“Okay, well wait for me to have my call and then we’ll do that.”
“You can’t bring your phone?”
She didn’t believe me. Granted, she’d asked the past two days in a row if I wanted to go for a walk. She was losing patience with me. She had that look in her eyes like she was going to try to provoke me. We were in dangerous territory with these games. Just because she took what I gave the other day after the smack in the face, did she think she could handle me?
I didn’t like the idea of this turning into a thing where she kept on pushing until she went too far. It’d go too far and I’d be the fucking asshole.
“Shitty reception out there. Can’t chance I’ll miss this call.”
And the sass with this one? She put her hand on her waist.
Here we fucking go.
I arched a brow in warning.
Her look got snottier.
“How about I just go myself. I’ll be back in half an hour. You enjoy your phone call.”
She walked away from me.
“Do not leave this house!” I shouted.
No reply.
She wouldn’t.
I looked out the window and she was heading toward the shoreline. The shoreline, I could handle. It was on the grounds. Was she heading to the boathouse for her fishing rod? Was she headed to the dock to sit down and sulk?
No. She was heading left, down the beach.
I didn’t fucking think so.
I ran down the stairs and jogged to catch up.
“You’re coming then?”
“Stop. No, I’m not fucking coming. What the fuck, Tia?”
“Half an hour. I’m going for a thirty-minute walk. I have my phone. Just let me go.”
Fuck this shit.
I grabbed her and tossed her over my shoulder, giving her ass a smack.
“Tommy, put me down!” she snapped.
“Too soon for another game, baby girl. Your ass isn’t healed yet. Do not fucking push me today, because I might not give a shit.”
I got her inside and set her on her feet. “Don’t you ever do that again!”
She stuck her tongue out at me.
I heard my phone ringing. Shit. It was upstairs. I pointed at her in warning. “I’ll deal with you in a minute. That’s my call.”
As I was heading up the stairs, I heard the front door open, then slam.
She was gone again. What the fuck?
I turned and followed her
out.
“Athena!”
She was running. What the fuck?
I chased her, tackling her to the beach. She grunted as we landed.
“So sick of being in that fucking house 24/7. Can’t take it anymore. I’m gonna lose my marbles, Tommy. I just wanted a fucking half an hour walk. Maybe go to the store. With you. Without you. Whatever. It was just a fucking walk!”
“Baby,” I caressed her face. “I’m sorry I’m so overprotective, but the idea of anything happening to you… I just needed to take that call.”
“Excuses,” she snapped.
“No.”
“It was important.”
“Whatever.”
“Athena, you have no idea half the shit that’s getting unearthed that my father was up to. Shit me and my brother have to either clean up or worry about. Fuck.”
She pouted and folded her arms across her chest.
“I let you up, you gonna try taking off again? You’re being absolutely ridiculous, you know?”
She stared at me, huffing, and then something dawned in her eyes.
“I know,” she admitted. Her shoulders drooped. “Shit. I’m sorry. What’s wrong with me?” She thrust her hands through her hair.
I leaned over and put my lips to hers. “I love you. Please be patient with me baby. I’m tryin’. Love you more than anything.”
“Fuck me here. In the sand. Rough.”
Tia
He was right. It was way too soon for another game like this.
“No. Sorry.” I backpedaled. “Go call whoever that was back.”
“Fuck that,” he snapped and his hand went to his belt.
Arousal surged through me.
Was I addicted to the rush? Was it boredom as much as wanting to help him with his mood (which had been awful). I was being irrational. I knew it. Maybe I was about to get my period. Whatever it was, I was playing with fire.
I got up on my knees flipped and then started to crab-crawl away, giving him a sassy smile. I got up to my feet and then he grabbed me and took me down to the sand again.
Tommy
Gripping her hips, I threw her into the sand, feeling her grunt as she hit the dirt, because I was instantly on her.
I grabbed the bikini bottoms; the fabric strained against the yank, audibly, as my tongue sought that pussy from behind. I began to write a love letter on that little slit, on her clit, spelling my love out with my tongue as she groaned out sounds that were pure sensation, raw reactions, flooding my tongue with her essence.
