A buzz sounds near her side of the bed, and I wonder what it is. She looked that way earlier today when I went to restrain her, but I didn’t want to investigate. Now, however, I’m curious.
I walk to the side of the bed, softly so I don’t wake her, and go to open the drawer. But when I reach for the handle to gently ease it open, she stirs on the bed.
“It’s so cold in here without you,” she whispers without opening her eyes. “I need my hot water bottle back in bed.”
I bend down and brush a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “You want to cuddle?”
She snorts. “You say it like it’s a bad word. I’m not a cuddler. I just need your big, manly body to warm me up.”
I’ve been hard on her, and she’s taken it. The least I can do is lay beside her so she falls back asleep. I walk back to my side of the bed and slide in beside her. The sheets are warm and silky, and I adore the feel of her small body molded to mine, warm and comforting. She wriggles her butt, and I give it a teasing slap. She moans. Jesus, she’s perfect.
“Don’t,” I groan. “You’ll make me hard, and I need to fuckin’ sleep.”
She settles down but I swear I can hear a smile in her voice. “That attracted to me, are you?”
“Fuck yes I’m attracted to you. Tomorrow, you’ll thank me for the wardrobe I’m about to buy you with a blow job. Got it?”
“Are you seducing me?”
“Now why the hell would I need to seduce a woman I am already married to?”
“It’s blackmail, then, isn’t it? It is.”
“Nah, baby. It’s what I want.”
She nestles her back against my front. I wrap my arm around her, and she sighs in contentment. “Good night, husband.”
A few seconds later, she’s gently snoring again. I close my eyes, and sleep pulls me under.
CHAPTER 12
“Pleasure will be paid one time or another.” ~Twelfth Night, Shakespeare
“Elise”
I pretend I’m asleep. I inhale and exhale, mimicking his breathing until I’m confident he’s asleep beside me.
I don’t dare get out of bed and get my phone. He’d wake, see me, and the thought of doing anything even remotely disobedient, or something that might earn me punishment, terrifies me. I can’t do that. I won’t.
Tomorrow, when he’s working, I’ll find a way to get to my phone. I have to.
The ruse is up or close to it. I suspect that Tavi knows I’m not who I say I am, and Nonna sure as fuck does. The question is, how much longer can I keep this up? And am I better off staying longer and hoping he falls for me, that I survive whatever his family inflicts on me…or is it better that I find a means of escape now?
My mind’s a jumble of thoughts and fears as I finally drift off to sleep.
I wake to his mouth between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together, reveling in the feel of his coarse hair on my inner thighs.
“Orlando,” I breathe, still half asleep as he licks and sucks my clit and teases my entrance with his fingers.
“Awake, baby?”
“Ohhh, yeah,” I whisper. “I so am.”
I squirm and whimper when he pulls his mouth away. “On my face,” he groans. “Sit on my fucking face before I blow my load. I want your mouth on me, now.”
He doesn’t make it hard to do, as he quickly falls back on the bed, arranges his head on a pillow, then places my pussy right at his mouth. Straddling him, I eye the way his hardened cock bobs in front of me. A glinting drop of precum glistens at the tip. I swallow, stick my tongue out, and lick it off. His pleasure-filled groan consumes me just has he grips my hips and tongues my pussy.
“Oh God.” My hips jerk on their own as he licks and sucks. I take his whole cock in my mouth and suckle hard.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he groans, giving me a hard, punishing slap to the ass. “Fuck, baby, that feels so fucking good.”
I’m squirming on his face as his tongue works its magic, eager to blow him well, because I love what he’s doing to me right this very minute. I whimper and groan, and we continue to pleasure each other with our mouths until he slaps my ass to tell me to stop. It’s too late, I’m already sailing toward perfection when my hips jerk over his face. He grips my hips, forcing me to stay still as his tongue glides through my center, and a spasm of perfect bliss washes over me. He licks me to climax, rolls me over, then glides his swollen cock in my sopping wet folds. I’m sore, but already adapting to the frequency of lovemaking with him. My pussy milks him, as he comes with a guttural groan I feel deep in my belly.