The Marriage Dare

He slips his hand under my spine, grasping my ass and tilting it higher, slipping in a fraction more. Until I can feel his balls pressed up against my ass and there is no more of him to take. I’m stuffed full of him, so much that my breath is short. He stops and holds himself there, letting me ease into it. Letting me accept it.

It’s more than just his cock that I’m accepting—it’s him. His full place in my life and in my body. I’m taking all of him with no exception, and he’s showing me that.

He kisses my neck, biting it gently and soothing the bite with his tongue. Again and again until I’m moaning, squirming on his cock, wanting more and begging wordlessly with my body. But he doesn’t move. He’s telling me no. To wait until he says yes, and I try.

But I want more. I want to scream and fuck and be taken. But I make myself still, looking up at him as he looks down at me. He smiles, soft and full of warmth. “Good girl, Princess.”

And then he fucks me.

Before he hadn’t. He was holding back, because this is more. He pulls all the way out and slams all the way back into my pussy. Long, brutal strokes that hit me deep and make me cry out in ecstasy. They make me blind with it, and there’s nothing I can do but take it.

Daniel grabs my wrists and pins me to the bed, adding to that feeling, and I love it. I love not having to think and just being allowed to feel, free from the fear that someone is going to take this away from me.

Pleasure rises up in a wave, and I gasp, ready to let go, but Daniel shakes his head. “Don’t come.”

“Please?”

“No, Princess. You’re going to take it. You’re going to wait until I say you can, because I’m asking you to.”

I bite my lip and hold on, fighting back the overwhelming wave of pleasure that’s pulling me under. It’s slicing into me like a knife, every thrust making it sharper and me more desperate to reach that mindless bliss on the other side. The longer I hold on, the deeper that well of pleasure becomes, until I am begging him. Nearly screaming. I won’t be able to hold it off anymore, and he knows.

“Now,” he whispers in my ear, and I explode. Pleasure bright as a nova blasts through me, sizzling through every nerve and crevice. My pussy locks down on his cock, and I can feel him coming with me, heat inside me spurring my own climax on. It’s so good that I feel like I might die.

It takes long minutes for me to recover, hauling in breath after breath of air, mind completely blank. It’s Daniel’s soft press of lips to mine that brings me back all the way. He’s still on top of me, still inside me, and I love the comforting weight of him. Like one of those weighted blankets they sell for people with anxiety.

Daniel laughs. “What?”

“What?”

“You just called me a weighted blanket. What does that mean?”

I hadn’t realized that I had spoken out loud. “You know those really heavy blankets that people sleep under and it makes them feel nice? This is like that.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says.

“Good.”

His weight lifts, and I make a sound in protest which he smothers with a kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

I can still barely keep my eyes open, so I rest, hearing the soft sound of water, and then the feeling of the mattress dip and his heat near my skin. A soft cloth gently cleans me, and I’m so tired that I can’t even find it in me to be embarrassed that he’s doing it. But my eyes won’t open.

He stretches out beside me and pulls me to him, covering us both with an actual blanket. His arms wrapped around me are warm, and it’s pulling me down quickly into sleep. “I’m sorry,” I say.

Daniel’s voice sounds amused. “For what?”

“For being so tired.”

He chuckles, and I can hear it under my ear. “I’m not,” he says. “I fucked my wife well. I’d almost be insulted if you weren’t tired.”

“Okay,” I say, snuggling closer to his chest. This is nice. Martin never wanted to hold me, nobody ever did. But not anymore. Now, this is what I want. To lie in the arms of my husband, and simply sleep.

I feel Daniel’s lips kiss my temple before I drift off. I think he says something…but I can’t be sure.

11

Daniel

I wait until Monica is entirely asleep before I even try to move. Even after I know that she’s asleep, I don’t really want to go. I want to keep holding her, and feel her soft body against mine. But I also know that if I don’t deal with the repercussions of the media, it will be bad for both of us. It hasn’t been three hours yet, but my publicist, Rose, is probably having a shit fit.