Young, Allyson - Wishes (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Allyson Young

  They found a place to sit and ordered their meals, and then they took Nathan to the bouncing tent, full of multicolored balls. He moved in to sit with the other children fearlessly and was soon throwing balls and rolling and bouncing with the best of them.

  “He’s going to be cranky tonight,” Kennedy observed.

  “Why?” Graham asked flatly.

  “Because he played hard at the park after his nap and he’ll be overtired,” she explained.

  “Well, I guess we’ll just have to manage it,” Graham replied.

  Kennedy bit her lip and avoided looking at Graham. He seemed upset and hostile. She wondered what had happened.

  “Did you hear from George today?” she asked.

  “No.”

  Kennedy waited, but there was nothing else forthcoming. She moved to rescue Nathan from a tumble and gently chastised him when he pushed at her. He was already overtired, and she didn’t look forward to the meal.

  Nathan didn’t like the food he was offered. He refused to try to feed himself and refused to be fed. He squirmed and writhed in this high chair and threw whatever he could reach. Graham looked more and more like a thundercloud, and Kennedy didn’t know if she should intervene or just let him figure it out. Graham hadn’t seen his son in anything other than a sunny mood because Lois and even Kennedy both knew how to head problems off with a good routine and had the luxury of a well-ordered household to do it in. She ate her meal quickly and watched Graham’s patience grow thinner.

  Graham pushed his plate away and dropped some cash on the table. He cleared Nathan’s tray and wiped the child’s face and hands despite Nathan’s protests and then scooped him up. Kennedy followed the pair out to the vehicle, not sure if she was amused or trepidatious. Nathan screamed and cried all the way home, and Kennedy hoped Lois wasn’t back yet. Graham didn’t try to calm Nathan, apparently having accepted that distractions weren’t going to work when his son hurled the stuffed toy at the windshield. He carried the angry little person inside and turned to Kennedy.

  “Does he need a bath tonight, or can we skip it?”

  She shrugged. “Sometimes a bath calms children, but I don’t know about Nathan. I haven’t seen him like this.”

  Graham efficiently stripped Nathan and stood him in the tub after checking the water temperature in the handheld shower. He quickly lathered the boy with gentle soap and sprayed him to rinse off the suds. Nathan stopped carrying on at the sensation, staring at his father in shock. He didn’t protest being dried off or fight being dressed in pajamas. Graham tucked him into bed and kissed his forehead. Nathan looked at Kennedy and stretched out his arms to her.

  “Uh-uh, little guy,” she whispered. “You aren’t playing your dad and I against one another.”

  She blew him a kiss and touched his foot, then left the room.

  Graham joined her in the family room shortly thereafter where she was folding the laundry.

  “Is he asleep?” she asked.

  “He is, the little brat,” Graham said grimly. “I guess I’ve graduated to stern daddy.”

  Kennedy smiled to herself and turned to set up the ironing board when Graham put her over his shoulder.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” she nearly shrieked, trying to modulate her voice so she wouldn’t wake Nathan.

  “Language, Kennedy,” he said, slapping her ass. “I’m taking you someplace where we can have a discussion.”

  Uh-oh. Discussions before weren’t just verbal. But Graham wasn’t interested in her sexually anymore, so….then why was he pulling the caveman act? Graham literally dumped her on the bed, and she bounced much like Nathan had at the play center. She caught herself and watched as he opened his shirt and pulled it off.

  “Take off your clothes, Kennedy,” he ordered.

  Kennedy shifted her weight and decided to make a run for it. She didn’t know where this was going. Oh for fuck’s sake, of course she did. Graham was going to have sex with her. There were restraints at all four corners of the head- and footboards and the covers had been pulled down to the floor. She wanted to let him. She wanted to participate but would lose her good intentions if she did.

  “No.”

  “Fine,” Graham acknowledged. He locked the door and flipped the baby monitor on.

  “If you don’t care what happens to those nice matronly clothes, I sure don’t.”

  Kennedy took exception to his statement. “These matronly clothes, as you so nastily refer to them, are perfect camouflage.” She pushed away the memory of her earlier conversation with Lois.

  Graham, now down to his boxers, stalked to the bed.

  “No more talking, Kennedy.”

  He grabbed her as she tried to roll away and then quickly tied her wrists. She fought silently, but he thought her heart wasn’t in it, and he escaped with no damage. His weight across her upper legs effectively held her until he could secure her ankles.

  “What if Lois comes home?” she hissed at him.

  “What if she does?” he replied. “Nathan is in bed, the house is secure, and we have retired early. She will understand even if she hears you making passionate noises.”

  “You prick. You’re so sure of yourself. Well, the last time I seem to remember a little problem.”

  Graham flushed. “That’s unlikely to happen again, honey. I’m back on top of my game.”

  Kennedy closed her eyes. What did that mean? Graham hadn’t been getting laid anyplace else unless he managed to fit it in over the lunch hour, which, come to think of it, wasn’t such impossibility. So why did he need her? How had she come to appeal to him again?

  “What are you thinking?” Graham growled.

  She shook her head.

  “C’mon, Kennedy. You’ve never been anything but honest with me.”

  “I was just wondering what makes you want to fuck me, that’s all.”

  Graham was on her instantly, fisting her hair, forcing her to look at him. “Does this”—he gestured to his cock, hard and erect, behind the fabric of his underwear—“does this look like I’m not interested in you, Kennedy?” he asked.

  “That time I couldn’t whatever, perform, had nothing to do with you and everything to do with the blow to my entire psyche.”

  He pushed to his feet impatiently and began to look through her top drawer, expelling a satisfied sound when he found a pair of scissors.

  “Don’t, Graham,” she pleaded. “I’ll take them off. I swear I will.”

  “I’m not listening anymore, Kennedy, until I have a question I want you to answer. And you will answer. I’m done with this playacting and trying to second-guess you. I don’t give a shit if I have to fight Jennifer or my parents for Nathan. Losing is not an option, so that is on the back burner. You are my priority, and I’m not letting you push me away. So shut up.”

  Kennedy was infuriated at his arrogance and secretly turned on. Damn him. He was the old Graham with a flavor of the new and improved. Still, she wasn’t going to make it easy for him.

  * * * *

  Graham could almost read her mind, and he smiled with grim satisfaction. Hopefully Nathan wouldn’t wake, at least until Lois came home, and that wouldn’t be for hours. The nanny had indicated that she would be taking in a late show unless asked to return home earlier. He had some time to spend with his woman if he could control himself. It had been much too long. He set to work hacking her clothes off, smiling evilly when he found her wearing a sexy bra and matching panties. The housewife for the world to see, the seductress under those boring clothes. She whimpered when he cut them off, and he resolved to buy her a drawerful to replace them. Kennedy hadn’t waxed. He couldn’t blame her. She hadn’t gone anywhere or done anything for herself since stepping into her role as his fiancée. Still, it was his pussy, and he decided to take the time to shave her.

  “You aren’t to do that,” Kennedy threatened when Graham came out of the bathroom with several towels and her razor. She snarked at him when he ignored her. He hoped she wouldn’t
wax him in his sleep. She lay quiet and still as he spread her labia after propping her up on a towel-covered pillow and lathered her mound. When Graham put his thumb on her clit as he shaved around it, he knew she nearly went over. He knew her body so well.

  “No orgasms for you, honey,” Graham advised. “At least not until I get some satisfactory answers.”

  Shit. She really needed some pleasure and didn’t especially want to draw this out. She’d just have to see what he wanted to know. When he wiped her clean of the lather and pressed two fingers up inside of her, Kennedy wanted to tell him everything. Immediately. Graham left her to dispose of the towels and razor, returning with a vibrator, lube, and an anal wand in his hands. It looked like he was serious. Kennedy wanted to beg, anything to have him fuck her, take her, and satisfy this need that had been ignored for so many weeks.

  Graham slipped a hand beneath Kennedy’s bottom and pushed his middle finger against her anus. She tensed against him, but he increased the pressure and the lubed digit slid past the tight muscle and past the first knuckle. Her gasp and involuntary flinch made him harder. He pushed another finger in to join the first and spread them in a scissor like motion, reveling at the sounds she made and the sight of her juices beginning to coat her labia. He bent over for a taste and lapped her from anus to clit, eliciting louder whimpers. Her flavor was as he remembered it, sweet and tart all at the same time. She smelled wonderful, and he buried his nose against her clit, inhaling her and then pushing his tongue as high inside as he could. Kennedy writhed against his face and began to pant. Graham instantly pulled away and returned to stretching her back opening. When she protested, he slapped her pussy.

  “Quiet!” he snapped. He nearly smiled at the look she gave him. Gone was the happy housewife of the past weeks, and in her place was his wench, his hotheaded vixen.

  Graham replaced his fingers with the anal wand, sliding it deep then pulling it nearly out of Kennedy. He repeated the process until he had it seated as far as he could. Kneeling between her legs he then pushed the vibe inside her vagina and turned it onto the lowest setting. He’d thought about using a dildo, but he could use his cock to better advantage than any toy, and the vibrator provided more opportunities. He watched Kennedy fight the initial sensation then relax into it, so he turned the vibe up. She leaked more moisture to his fascinated gaze, and he lubricated his other fingers with her juices and slid them over the hood of her clit, slowly pushing it back until her little red nub poked out. Kennedy began to thrash her head on the pillow, and her breathing shortened. Graham pulled away from her clit and waited.

  She opened her eyes again and stared at him, passion clouding them. “Please, Graham, I haven’t had an orgasm in a long time.”

  “And whose fault is that, honey?” he asked, casually moving the vibe so that the curved end pushed against her G-spot.

  “Yours!” she nearly shrieked.

  “Wrong answer, Kennedy.” Graham began to fuck her ass with the wand and turned the vibe up to its highest setting while avoiding her G-spot.

  “It is, too! Please, Graham.”

  Graham backed off and waited for her look at him again. “Here’s your choice, Kennedy. You can come now, and as many more times as I choose to make you, or you can wait for it and talk to me.”

  He saw that Kennedy bit her lip. Orgasm upon orgasm probably sounded wonderful to her after her dry spell. Except she would also know that he wouldn’t stop until he decided she had had enough. And then he’d find another way of making her talk if she didn’t share even then.

  “I’ll wait,” she said.

  Graham turned the vibe back on and almost lazily manipulated the wand. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want to come!” she begged.

  Graham pulled the vibe out and slapped her pussy, hard.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  Kennedy closed her eyes and then popped them open when he slapped her newly shaved labia again. It stung, although it felt arousing, too.

  “Look at me and tell me what you want. You know this is not about sex. Tell me,” he insisted.

  “I want this life. I want you and Nathan and I want to live here with you both. I want a dog! I want to have a baby. There, now you know. All of it is what I have really wished for.”

  Graham leaned over and sucked her clit into his mouth then released it, leaving her on the edge.

  “I told you, Graham. I did.”

  “I thought you didn’t like me,” he said softly.

  Kennedy nearly sobbed. “I didn’t. I’m still hurt that you would withhold so much from me. And I’m scared you’ll do it again. But I like the person you’ve become, maybe the person you’ve been all along but wouldn’t show me. And that fucking hurts, too, Graham. And I thought you didn’t want me sexually anymore.”

  Graham straddled her waist and hung over her, his nose nearly touching hers.

  “I’m sorry, honey. I’ve been sorry all along. I’m not sure I know what stopped me from sharing with you, except it absolutely wasn’t that I thought you were anything like Jennifer. I think I was afraid that if I told you about me, then it would make it real, and then I couldn’t deny it anymore because you are so fucking accepting of me. And I didn’t think I could face me.” He kissed her hard. “And I want you so badly on a sexual level that you aren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow.”

  He continued, stroking her breasts as he told her, “We are going to get married once we find a proper ring and a venue. And we’ll get a dog as long as it’s a real dog and not one of those ratty things. And I’ll knock you up as soon as I can, starting tonight. Throw your pills away. What?”

  Kennedy had winced involuntarily. “I haven’t been on birth control since I decided to walk, Graham. I thought it would help me resist you more.”

  Graham smiled at her, rolling one nipple between his fingertips then pinching it. “You’re on, honey.”

  “Graham?”

  “Yes, honey?”

  “If you ever withhold from me again, I won’t walk. I’ll hurt you. Do you understand?”

  “I won’t,” he promised. “And you are about to be reminded that you need to be open with me. We’ve wasted some time here, and I don’t appreciate doing without when you have been secretly wanting this.”

  Kennedy said, “Please, babe, can’t we call it even?”

  “Fifteen, Kennedy,” came his answer. “The first five are for shutting me out.”

  * * * *

  Kennedy didn’t resist as Graham released the restraints and rubbed her ankles and wrists to get the blood flowing again. She shuddered as he pulled out the vibe and the wand but went willingly over his lap, his erection stabbing her side. The first five smacks hurt. A lot. But she endured them, feeling Graham’s frustration and pain.

  “You’ll make every effort to be a full part of Nathan’s life,” Graham announced before he administered another five.

  Kennedy began to weep as the strain of the past few weeks started to drain away. She didn’t know what the last five spanks were for, but they morphed into arousal, and her pussy wept for Graham. Graham pulled her up and hugged her before pushing her gently onto her back, spreading her legs wide apart as he did so. He moved over her and fitted the head of his cock to her and pushed up inside with one move that filled her and made her gasp. She wrapped herself around him as he began to move against her in deep, heavy strokes. Her release built, and she set her mouth against his shoulder to muffle her cry as she went over. He filled her with his semen, shuddering and groaning as he did so, and pulled her closer, if that were possible, before moving to take some of his weight from her. They lay entwined in silence, their hearts beginning to slow and their breathing subsiding, as one.

  The baby monitor spat forth a furious wail. Their son had impeccable timing.

  THE END

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Allyson Young now lives in cottage country in northern Manitoba with her husband of twenty-three years and assorted pets, h
aving lived and worked all across Canada. Her two children are grown and either away at university or now working for their own living!

  Allyson worked primarily in human services and has seen the best and the worst of what people bring to the table. She has written for years, usually short stories or poetry, published in small local papers and the like.

  After recently reading a novel by Sophie Oak, she was inspired by the humanity behind the intense sexuality, believing that this is truly how life should be, any kind of loving relationship being worth the long, hard slog. This has led to her own venture of penning erotica.

  Also by Allyson Young

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