by Ames, Ilsa
We’d nearly lost her when the bleeding started again in the hospital and she’d had to be rushed into surgery. Through it all, her only concern had been for our child, not herself. She didn’t want our son to grow up without a mother, but she wanted it to have a chance at life. She’d fought off the fate that wanted to steal our child from her, and came out a winner when Michael was born by C-section a month early. She had recovered from it all quickly enough, and now, here she was, my beautiful bride.
“I now pronounce you, husband and wife.” I heard the voice behind me say and looked around surprised. Somehow we’d managed to get through the vows, the songs, the prayers, and the giving of rings, and I hadn’t noticed. All I could see was Cara’s eyes. I looked down at our joined hands and saw two golden rings on each of the proper fingers.
“My wife,” I whispered with a secret smile just for her.
“My husband,” she whispered back and leaned into me. We kissed a chaste kiss, but from the way the crowd went wild you’d think we’d given them a real show. My people were happy to see me married again, and so happily this time.
We sped off in a carriage, and were soon taken to a car. The car drove us to the countryside, to a large estate there. We only stared at each other the entire time and smiled. I in my red princely uniform, and her in her white dress with the trailing veil. My lovely, beautiful wife. Mother of my child. Mother of my future children and all of my future happiness.
“Thank you, Cara. I might just be the happiest man in the world now.”
“I think Livia might beat you for the happiest person in the world, but you might come in a close third.”
“Third?” I looked at her confused. “Whose second?”
“Me, of course! I had no family a year ago, nobody to rely on, and now I have a son of my own, a beautiful, smart stepdaughter, and you. I have all I need in the world now.”
“And to think, you almost threw it all away,” I joked.
“You ass,” she needled me, making me grin. “You know it was just that I didn’t want you to think I’d done it on purpose.”
“I know, baby. I should have been more careful too. We have Michael to show for it though. I wouldn’t take him back for anything.”
“I’m glad you like him so well.” The car pulled up to the four-story estate and she went quiet. “The money you people have access to will never cease to amaze me.”
“I hope it doesn’t. It still astounds me sometimes and I’ve had it my whole life.”
“I can’t believe a child of mine will have all of this to grow up in.” She looked out at the white sandstone mansion with a dazed face. “A few more hours, and then we can have our quiet little family back.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to go on a honeymoon, Cara? I can arrange something—”
“No, I can’t leave Michael for long, not yet. I still can’t believe he’s ours, you know?” Her hands went to her empty stomach, and I knew her thoughts had turned to when she’d almost lost him.
“He’s with Livia and Alexa, for now. He’s fine, dear. Come on. Let’s show our faces, then blow the party. I can’t wait to see what you have on under that dress.”
“Something just for you.” She gave me a wink and took the hand of the footman who opened the door.
We stepped out to a quiet calm. The guests would soon follow and life would be a lot noisier for a bit. Then we’d be alone together. Again.
We spent a couple of hours with our guests; pictures were taken, toasts were made, and food was consumed with plenty of drink by all. Livia and Michael were brought out to participate for a short time, before they were taken back to the nursery where it was much quieter. Michael slept through most of his time with us, and Livia enjoyed the attention, but she’d had a lot of excitement throughout the day. She needed her sleep.
Cara went to our bedroom and I helped her remove her gown and the many pins in her hair. You’d think such a simple hairstyle wouldn’t require all of those pins, but her head was weighted down with them. How had she worn that crown I’d had made for her, I wondered once they were all gone. I put the gown on a table in the closet to be cleaned and stored. When I went back in the room, she was in the bed, her hair a mass of curls now that it was loose from the bun. She tempted me with a smile that dared me to mess her hair up even more. I was never one to turn down a dare.
Sweet love that ached and burned at the same time it made me long for more filled my chest as I slid carefully into bed beside of her, my clothes gone in a flash.
I pulled her to me gently, absorbed the sensual feel of her against me and sighed. Sleep called to me but Cara, my wife? She called to me so much more. Our marriage may have been consummated long ago, but I needed to make her mine tonight, too.
“Are you too tired, my love? Do you want to sleep first?” I asked, my lips against her neck, which wasn’t fair of me. She couldn’t turn me down when I touched her like that.
Her body wrapped around me precisely, her arm slid over my chest as she settled into my muscled frame, and she gave me a very dirty smile.
“Andrej. As if I could sleep with you unsatisfied beside of me. I couldn’t stand it,” she murmured with a sultry note that made my blood heat up.
I smiled and cupped her breast, my fingers teased at the tip.
The tip of my thumb flicked over her sensitive, dark nipple and she moaned against my neck. Her hips pressed into mine as her right leg slid over my hips to pull me closer.
I closed my eyes against the pleasurable sensation of her soft thigh as it pressed into my cock, and tried not to thrust into the weight.
I wanted to save all of the pleasure for when I was inside of her, I didn’t want to spill too early. Not until she’d come apart for me.
“Andrej,” Cara sighed my name once more and I couldn’t stop myself. With practiced ease I lifted my wife over me, her legs spread wide to cradle me between.
“We’re always so impatient. I like it.” Her long, delicate fingernails slid down my cheek before she kissed me deeply, her soft lips hot and hungry for mine.
My brand new wife worked her other hand gently between us, grasping at my cock and stroking me as I pulled her closer.
“Cara.” I teased my lips along her jaw for a moment, before I recaptured her lips, to taste her sweet taste. Even with the remnants of wine on her tongue, I could still taste the candy flavor of her. “Fuck me, baby.”
She looked at me hungrily for a moment, but then sighed when she slid down onto me, her eyes opened wide to watch my reaction.
“You’re my husband.” She smiled with a dazed face but then quickly lost herself as she rode my dick.
She knew just how I liked it, and set the pace smoothly.
The covers bunched beneath me as she rode me, her body frantically took what I’d waited all day to give her.
I watched her slide over me gracefully and had to grind my jaw and dig my toes into the bed to hold myself back. The sway of her breasts as she ground her ass on me, fascinated me with the way she moved.
Cara always fascinated me, though. Put simply, my wife was gorgeous. I had every reason to be fascinated. She was all that was perfect in the world. I knew it as well as I knew the interior of her heated walls, a sensually silky embrace. A heaven I wanted only from her.
Her long nails raked across my chest as she clenched around me, the nails dug into my skin as she gasped, then screamed my name.
I pulled her face down to me, and sucked a long nipple into my mouth to give her much more pleasure.
The way my tongue swirled around the tight bud made her breath sob just before cried out a sob of indulgent pleasure as she went higher, her pussy a vise-like glove that wanted to draw me into her. I heard her pleasure, I felt it, and let myself follow, unwilling to hold back anymore as her love swallowed me whole.
She fell greedily to my chest; she needed just that one jolt more, and fused our lips together. I emptied a moan into her mouth as hot jets shot from my cock, hard eno
ugh to make me gasp her name as I emptied into her. She followed me over into that release, screaming into my lips as she came.
She was mine once more. We were one once again. We danced in the stars of oblivion together, both lost to everything but each other, for a single perfect moment, before we fell back to Earth. The world was a cold place, but with Cara at my side, I’d always be warm.
She clung to me as we caught our breath, and I thought about how we had changed.
“You are mine, Cara, and I am yours. We never have to be lonely again, my love.”
“Tomorrow is never promised, Andrej, we both know that,” she whispered, her voice sleepy.
“It’s what you want, I will do all in my power to make sure you have every tomorrow you could ever want.”
“I know that, but it’s not an easy promise to keep, dear.”
“No, but I know we’ll both do our best.” I pulled her tight and kissed her neck. She giggled then and pushed me away.
“I’m so happy you’re my husband.” She giggled against my neck, her lips a tickle as she finally let go of the past.
“I’m even happier you’re my wife. I never thought I’d want to marry again, but damn, Cara. You made the world a totally different place for me, and Livia. And you gave us Michael. You’ve given us so much, and asked so little in return.”
“Just love, my darling, that’s all I ever want from any of you. Maybe some coffee every now and then too.” She giggled again and I pushed her up from my chest, to take her in, super-crazy hair and all.
“I will always love you, Cara, you know that, right?” I wanted her to know it, deep down in her bones
She smiled at my words as she let me have my fill of her.
“I know it, baby. Now come on, kiss me again, before the baby cries, or your mother wants to tell me about the dangers of pacifiers again.”
In a move I’d never in a million years seen coming, my choosing Cara over what they’d decided I should want had changed something in my parents. Seeing me commit, and seeing that I was willing to walk away from everything for her had apparently shown them how serious I was and how real my love for Cara was.
It had also shown them that I was finally the man they’d wanted me to be, and they knew they had Cara to thank for that. And having a new grandchild along with a new daughter-in-law whom they actually liked had done wonders for them. For the first time in years, they’d actually been in the same room together. They’d talked, and finally, they’d gotten a damn divorce.
I know that sometimes that’s a terrible thing, but for them, it was the best thing they could’ve done. My father started seeing a duchess of another smaller European country who was actually the same age as him. My mother meanwhile immediately began seeing a man half her age.
Fuck it. She deserves it.
Cara’s finger stroked my lips and awareness shot through me, the rest of it swiftly forgotten. I was still inside of her, hard as stone all over again.
“Fuck it, let’s have sex and the world can burn down for all we care. As long we have our family, it doesn’t matter anyway.” I pulled her body back down to mine, to kiss her lips once more.
We were home, wherever we happened to be. With our little family, and all of the love that we now had, it didn’t matter where we ended up. We always had home, and love, with each other.
Epilogue
Cara
I knew what she was thinking, that woman at the corner of the hotel bar, with her eyes glued to my husband. After five years of marriage, I’d seen more than one woman, and a few men, look at my husband like that. They all seemed to think the same thing when they saw the delicious specimen I called my husband: sex on legs and each one wanted a turn. Too bad they wouldn’t get it.
I gave a bit of a smirk and put a little extra wiggle in my walk as Andrej followed me through the bar to the restaurant. I heard an appreciative growl from his lips behind me, and I smirked just a little harder.
I knew it was wrong, that I shouldn’t take so much pleasure in their jealousy. It was so very wrong, but I just couldn’t help myself. My husband is a beautiful man, those eyes of his drew their gaze and they just couldn’t look away. His mouth was made for sex, and they wanted that sex to be with them.
‘Too fucking bad’ had become my motto over the years. He was mine and he took my hand now to remind me and anyone looking of that.
It was never a question, not after our wedding day. He came home to me every night, whether that meant I traveled with him or he drove home long distance. That was his choice, not an impediment I’d placed on him. He wanted only me, even after the birth of our daughter Anna. He made that clear as often as he could.
We had three children together now, and Livia loved them both, as we loved them. She doted on them, and now that she was older, she wanted another one. We’d both laughed about that, Michael and Anna were enough. More than enough.
Others could look at him, or at me, but it ended there. I’d heard all sorts of stories of couples in our position, with our sort of wealth and privilege who had all manner of ‘extra-marital’ flings. Some outright cheated, because they weren’t happy. Some made it part of their games. But, that wasn’t for us. For one, we were deliriously happy with each other, but for two, we only craved each other. Obsessively so.
I’d cut off my own legs before I ever let another man inside of me. And Andrej made it perfectly clear that he’d as soon not have eyes than use them to look at women other than me. Some might call us jealous, but really, it’s just that we were head-over-heels, madly in love with each other. Drunk off each other, without the need or want for anything else.
Before our wedding, Andrej had taken me to Paloma’s, where my jealousy had about exploded before she’d laughed and made sure I was very aware that my fiancé and her were strictly friends. We’d been back a few times, sometimes just for a drink and to be with his friends, but other times, to explore.
To feel our blood rush with the heat of the forbidden.
Paloma’s place being what it was, after some whispered talks late at night with each other, we knew we wanted to explore that delicious darkness, in our own way. Paloma had special rooms for couples who wanted to be watched, and we’d gone and spent a few nights panting against each other as we’d watched through hidden mirrors as another couple explored each other.
When I’d grown bolder, and with Andrej insisting on masks for the both of us, we’d been the ones in that room, and I’d come like a hurricane, knowing there might be eyes on us as he’d held me tightly and thrust his thick cock into me until we’d both exploded.
Like I said, I knew there were other couples out there, rich, royal, or otherwise, who took things further. Couples who maybe included others in their play. But for us? Not a chance. Being watched was as far as we’d taken it. That was as far as either of us wanted to go down into that sultry darkness. I only wanted my husband, and he only wanted me.
The being watched part though – well, that was something that had lit a fire in both of us. We’d gone back to Paloma’s a few times to indulge in that – always masked to avoid the possibility of a scandal of course. There was something so naughty and so forbidden about it that made both of us crash into each other harder and faster. In fact, we’d started to get bolder, especially when we’d travel. There’d been a few trips abroad where we’d been unable to resist each other and had let our passions go in places, well…
Public places.
Like I said, it was extremely naughty, and dangerous even. But I think that’s what made it so hot to both of us. I’d come so hard letting Andrej take me against the wall in a dark alcove of the Louvre museum in Paris, during operating hours. I’d ridden him once, feeling his cock thrust so deep into me on the huge balcony of a hotel room overlooking Times Square.
This current trip though, we’d made a rule for no public sex. The hotel was far too popular with our crowd and I didn’t want to run into anyone, or be seen by anyone who might know us and sta
rt rumors.
We walked through the restaurant to our seats, and I saw the woman had turned to follow Andrej with her eyes. He was totally oblivious. He always was. Unless the person was staring at me. Then, his fierceness would flare up, his hands tightening on me a little harder, his arm going around me possessively in a way that made me thrill. She kept staring at my husband until finally, I caught her eyes, and a flush flared over her cheeks. I’d perfected the ‘watch it’ look. It wasn’t mean, and it wasn’t sneering or bitchy. It was a smile that said ‘back the fuck off or this smile will become teeth’.
Yeah, it tended to work pretty well. The woman quickly finished her drink and darted from the bar.
Our marriage hadn’t grown stale, and this was one the reasons why. We were both still completely obsessed with the other. And both got turned on so easily when the other was near. Times like now, it was hard to control my body, it did what it wanted to most of the time unless it involved someone else. If it was Andrej, I couldn’t make myself say no to anything.
I could feel his green eyes on me, on my face, my neck, and my breasts where my hair did a poor job of hiding how hard my nipples were.
The waiter came to take our order and time moved slowly. My head filled with images of Andrej fucking me on my hands and knees while the waiter brought the wine. I imagined my husband screwing me slowly against the shower door back in our room while we waited for our food. I could barely eat when it came I was so deep into the fantasies. I sipped my wine, tried to eat some of my salad at least, and chatted with Andrej. But my thoughts continued to stray to the part where we could tear each other’s clothes off.
He’d press my chest into the bed, my hips would move greedily as he pressed down on my back, to tilt my hips up just right as he fucked into me deep and slow. God, it would be so incredible to feel.
The waiter came just as I smothered a moan and crossed my legs. He took our plates away and Andrej ordered something for dessert, but I have no idea what. All I could see was my husband pulling me on top of him later, and letting me sink down onto that wonderful cock of his.
