Divided Control (The Control Series Book 2)

by Anna Edwards

  "No, Sir. All I know is that you will make me your wife in the body as well as the soul. I don’t really know what that means."

  He let out a hum and walked over to her. He went around her, drinking in every inch and curve of it. She was insanely beautiful, his perfect woman in body, mind and spirit. He was broken, and she was lost and together they’d found their way. He went to her back and slowly lowered the zip on her dress and pushed it to the floor. She wore no bra but had on panties with stockings and suspenders. He rubbed himself against her back.

  "Is that my present again?"

  "Do you think you will like this present?" He ran his fingers down her back and found the sensitive spot at the base of her spine. She arched her back and let out a long, sighing breath and spilt her legs a little further apart.

  "It seems so colossal."

  "Only when you’re naked and making that delicious noise." He lowered her panties to the floor but left the suspenders on.

  Amy moved her hips and ground her bottom against his hardening cock.

  "I think for all your innocence my wife, there is a sensuous woman underneath. We will make a good partnership." He trailed a finger between her thighs, she was wet as he had expected. "Turn around and place your hands on the dressing table, put your head down on the table."

  "What? But that will let you see parts of me that are most intimate."

  "Exactly. Do it now." His tone turned authoritative, and Amy obeyed him instantly. He stood behind her, she was fully open for him to take in every inch of her naked sexuality. He took a step closer and slid his fingers over her slit and towards the hooded mound that was already standing proud. He circled it slowly, giving a little pressure but then took it away and left her longing.

  "What are you doing to me?"

  "It doesn't matter what I’m doing to you because this body is mine now. All that matters is that it feels right for you." He was in full on Master mode now, he hadn't intended to be like this tonight. He had wanted to be tender. Amy was covered in bruises, and he didn't want to hurt her but before he could stop it, she ground her clit against his finger.

  "It does feel good, when you touch me there, it feels explosive. What will happen if you keep doing it?"

  "You’re about to see." He leant over her back and bit her ear gently when he spoke, his fingers swirled more around her clit, she was close when her breaths became ragged. He pushed a finger into her body and then another. Amy gasped out as she came there and then. Forty-eight hours without an orgasm and she was almost breaking his fingers with the strength of her climax. Her inner muscles clenched and started to spasm. He pulled his hands from within her and pulled her up to rest against him until she got her breathing back. When she could finally speak, he listened to her words,

  "Does that mean we’re properly man and wife now?"

  He laughed,

  "Oh no, my little naive Angel. There is more."

  "More." She turned in his arms and looked at him shocked. He swept her up and tenderly laid her on the bed. He was still fully dressed in his suit, but that was quickly remedied, and he nakedly climbed upon the bed with her.

  "What is that?" She bit her lip and looked at his now stiff cock standing solidly against his defined stomach."

  "That is what binds you to me forever."

  "How?"

  "I’m going to put it inside you?"

  She portrayed the look of horror perfectly, she truly was in the role of the virgin bride. He almost burst out laughing it was that good.

  "Inside me? Where?"

  He ran his fingers up the inside of her thighs still moist with her orgasm and delved them inside her again.

  "In here."

  "But it’s so big." She did the terrified, wide eyes look with the hint of interest astoundingly well. His cock twitched in excitement.

  "It will fit you perfectly, we’re soul mates, and it’s designed for you and only you in a satisfying way. Lay on your back."

  Amy did what she was told but she kept her legs together. He used his strong hands to part them and positioned himself at the entrance to her succulent pussy. In one long, slow thrust he pushed all the way inside her and came down on top of her so that his arms were either side of her head. He didn't move, he just needed to feel the connection between them, when he had seen her go over the cliff he had thought his life was over, he had lost the only person that gave him a beat in his heart. Amy moved her hand to brush against the side of his face and she whispered, all pretence of roleplaying was dropped,

  "Tell me what you’re thinking?"

  "You’re alive; you’re my wife."

  "I am."

  "Amy, you said about saving me in India when I told you everything; you were right you did rescue me. I was dead. I was going through the motions of a mundane existence. I had people around me, but I didn't allow them to care for me, I controlled then and kept them at arm's length so I thought I couldn't hurt them. But the irony was I did hurt them as a result. You saved me and continue to do so every day. I love you so much, Amy." At some point in his words, he had started to move within her, he was gently flowing in and out of her, and she was meeting his every movement with a rocking of her hips. She moved her hand and wiped away a tear that he didn't even realise had fallen from his eye.

  "You were worth saving, I’d live every moment of our lives together again if I had to; just so long as each time I get to this moment." The movement between them gaining pace now, but it was still tender. This coupling was spiritual as well as physical, they’d joined together as one forever, and nobody was going to break them apart.

  As the first waves of her climax rippled over his throbbing cock, he found his orgasm rush from his balls at a swift pace. They both cried out as they came together, their loving eyes deeply entwined in a constant stare. He didn't want to pull out of Amy when he finished, he needed to still be inside her, but he could see the cuts and the bruises on her front and was terrified of hurting her. He shifted her so that he could lay with the head of his softening cock just nestled inside her but she was cradled in his arms.

  "Can I say I love you again or am I getting soppy?"

  "Romantic, not soppy."

  "Well, then I love you."

  "I love you too." Amy nestled a little more into his chest, her breathing slowed, she was falling asleep. "James."

  "Yes?"

  "You know I have always disagreed with you spending money on me."

  "Unfortunately, yes."

  "And you know we have to fly back to England tomorrow?"

  "Again, unfortunately, yes."

  "Well, I think we should stay for a few more days."

  "You do? Any reason?" He kissed the top of her head.

  "Why Sonia of course, she isn't fit to fly yet. She needs a few more days' rest."

  "Sonia."

  "Yes."

  "As you wish." He grumbled.

  "James?"

  "Yes." His answer was a little tenser this time.

  "I thought you and I could spend all of those few days locked in this room with no outside contact except food service. After all, we should be on honeymoon."

  His cocked twitched at her playful nature and began to harden again. He had honestly met his match in this woman.

  "Get some sleep, cause if you plan on spending three days locked in a bedroom with me, you will need all the energy you can get."

  Amy's breath went shallow, and she fell asleep. He reached for his phone that he had placed on the nightstand when he had undressed. He brought up Matthew's number and texted him,

  "Arrange for the rooms for another week please."

  Matthew texted back instantly,

  "What about work?"

  "I think it’s about time I let them do some of their own accords, I have earned a little break. I’m sure they’ll figure it out. Besides, my wife needs me, and I need her.”

  EPILOGUE

  James dropped down into his seat. His meeting had been cancelled at the last minute
due to a miscalculation by one of his suppliers. He immediately pulled up his email and sent a sternly worded note to his purchase director to rectify this at once or find a new supply. He had only come into the office this morning for this goddamn meeting. He had wanted to stay with Amy. She had been unwell for a week now. He was sure she was overdoing it. The dance school had taken off, and Amy spent a lot of her time organising things and not actually teaching dance. He had been on at her to hire an administrator, but she was being stubborn again. She had also had a meeting with a literary agent. She was doing too much, and it was making her ill. He was determined that she was going to be taking a few weeks off and that they’d be going away somewhere hot and relaxing. He would speak to her about it tonight. He pulled his phone out of his trouser pockets to text her that he was on his way home, but as he slid the screen to open it, he noticed a notification that she had left the house.

  "Damn, stubborn woman if she had gone to work."

  He pulled up the app which tracked her and was shocked to see she was in Harley Street, he jumped from his chair and almost ran to the door before pulling it open rapidly. Marie jumped to attention and gave him a seductive smile, he was in no mood for her games. She had become even more obsessive since he married. He was still determined to let her go, if only she weren't so damn good at her job.

  "Where is Matthew?"

  She pouted and pointed to a sofa around the corner. James rounded the corner at lightning speed.

  "Why is Amy in Harley Street? What is going on?"

  Matthew, sat, quietly reading a book, leapt to his feet. He was normally always calm and collected but this time, he actually stuttered his reply.

  "She. Er. She just wanted to get a check."

  "You’re hiding something."

  "Boss, Sonia and Mike are with her. She’s safe."

  "She’s at the fucking doctors and has been ill for a week, and you’re telling me she’s alright and safe. Get the car, I’m going there now."

  "Calm done and trust me alright. Let her do this for herself."

  "Either you get the car, or I’ll drive it myself."

  "Alright. But you won’t be the only one that gets their balls busted for this."

  "Matthew, what are you not telling me?"

  "It is not my place to say. You need to speak to Amy. I’ll get the car." Matthew strode off, and he turned to Marie, who was giving him her best I would never disobey you in that way look.

  "Cancel everything for the rest of the day. I’ll be at home." He stomped back into his office and packed up his laptop and grabbed his jacket. He had all sorts of things running around in his head now, from a problem with the injuries she received in Las Vegas to she was dying from some awful disease. Why was she so damn stubborn? He got into the car, Matthew put the radio on. James glared at him, and he switched it off as they pulled away from his building. The rest of the journey to the Harley Street was made in stony silence.

  He opened his door and was out of the car before it had even stopped.

  "James, wait. You need to calm down."

  Matthew called out from behind him, but he didn't listen. He was at the boiling point now. Anyone that stood in his way would get punched. He arrived at the reception, and the petite red headed receptionist looked at him in wonder. He was sure he had steam coming out of his ears.

  "Where is she?" His voice left no room for her to try and placate him and calm him down.

  "Mrs North is in with Dr Baudin." He ignored her pleading cries that he couldn't go in there and marched off down the corridor to the room. He didn't knock, all ready for a blazing row with his wife. However, he stopped mid-stride when the sight of his crying wife greeted him.

  "James." She turned her head away, and he saw her trying to wipe away the tears."

  He came quickly to kneel at her feet, she sat in a chair in front of the Doctor. "What is it? We will get the best medical care. I’m sure it’ll be alright."

  Dr Baudin let out a little cough, "I think Miss Anderson and I better let you talk to your husband for a few moments, Mrs North. We will go and set up."

  He watched as Amy nodded at the Doctor, who stood and left with Sonia. Matthew was at the doorway, and Sonia gave him a glaring look and thumped him on the arm. He held his hands out as if to say I had no choice.

  "Talk to me, please?"

  "You’re going to be so angry with me."

  "You know I’m never angry at you. Well, okay that is a lie, but we always have fun making up." She burst into tears. "Amy, please. I’m really worried here."

  She reached out and took his hand. "I’m so sorry, I forgot. With everything that happened and then the club opening and the agent. I’m irresponsible. It’s all my fault."

  "You aren't making much sense. What did you forget?"

  "My injection."

  "Injection?"

  "The contraception one."

  "Contraception one." It took a moment for it to sink in what she was saying but it finally did. "Oh."

  "I’m pregnant." She placed her hand on her belly. She was carrying his child. Inside her was a life they’d created together. No wonder she had been ill and tired. "Say something, please. Are you furious?"

  "Furious?" He entwined his hand with hers "I’m going to be a father. Are you alright? The sickness?"

  "Morning sickness, Dr Baudin has given me some tablets to help. My iron is low as well, so I have tablets for that."

  "You should have told me. Why didn't you?"

  "I wasn't sure. I thought maybe yesterday and Sonia got me a test. It was positive so we made the appointment for today. I was going to tell you tonight. I just wanted to ensure everything was alright. That is what the doctor is doing now, she’s setting up a scan so we can see how far gone I’m. I really don’t have a clue."

  "Well, that explains why Matthew was so worried about bringing me here. Sonia will skin him alive." They both laughed together. "So this scan will show us the baby?"

  "Yes."

  "Let's go then." He pulled Amy into his arms and kissed her. "Are you happy about this?"

  "Happy but scared. I like the thought of a baby you and me."

  He held Amy's hand, and they were directed to a small room down the corridor. She lay down on a bed and pulled up her top. Her stomach still seemed so flat; she must only be a few weeks. A gel was applied, and he held her hand. The doctor had the screen away from them at first; she explained she was just going to do a few checks and then show them. Amy stared up at him.

  "This gel is cold. And I have a desperate need to pee. I had to drink a pint before I came here."

  "If what my mum told me about me using her bladder as a football when she was pregnant with me is true, then I think that will continue for a little while yet."

  The doctor laughed, "It certainly will. Would you like to see your baby?"

  He eagerly nodded.

  "I think that is a yes." Amy laughed. The doctor turned the screen and all James could focus on was the tiny human. It was his son or daughter, something they’d made during an intimate moment together.

  "You’re twelve to thirteen weeks Mrs North. Which is good news, the sickness should hopefully start subsiding soon but probably a bit of a shock that you’re three months already."

  "It certainly is." She looked at him. "A honeymoon baby."

  "Well, we didn't leave the bedroom for three days at your request. No blame on my part there."

  "That will teach me for having crazy lust filled fantasies. I shall not be doing that again."

  "No keep having them, just make sure you set a reminder for your injection on your phone." Amy slapped his chest.

  "What happens now? I hope that I haven't harmed the baby in any way. I know you shouldn't eat certain things in pregnancy, and I have been drinking wine."

  "You will be fine. I’d recommend looking at your diet, especially with the low iron and you should stop drinking wine immediately. I’ll print you out pictures, and you can go share them with the worl
d? I’m sure Mrs North Senior will be particularly excited about this news." The doctor laughed, and he imagined his mother going into full Grandmother mode. "I’ll schedule regular appointments and a couple more scans. You have the medication, go home and enjoy your freedom which you have it. Once that little one is born, you will have no control over anything anymore.

  He looked at Amy, and she looked back at him while the doctor sorted out the pictures.

  "You’ve our child inside you," He spoke first.

  "I do. Are you sure you’re alright with it? I know we hadn't actually discussed children suffice to say we both wanted them."

  "No we hadn't, but honestly, this is the best news I could’ve hoped to hear today."

  Amy went quiet for a moment and then laughed.

  "What?"

  "I just thought, heaven help any boyfriend's that try to court the baby if it’s a girl."

  "She won't have boyfriends. I’ll find a suitable man to take care of her. She’ll listen to her daddy."

  "And complain to her mummy."

  "Who will do as I tell her to do."

  "James."

  "Amy."

  They kissed.

  The End

  DEAR READER

  Dear Reader,

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  Anna Edwards

  PS – Read on for a preview of Loving Control AND Matthew & Sonia’s story!