Stanton Box Set

“Now!” he snaps. Bloody hell, he was half asleep three minutes ago.

Goosebumps scatter over my body. That was Mr Stanton’s voice and I know I’m going to be blessed with his aggression. He lifts me and holds the bottom of his shaft up and grabs my hip and impales me to the hilt. My head throws forward with the sharp sting of his possession. “Joshua,” I whisper as the air is forced from my lungs.

“Squat!” he snaps as he pants, trying to control himself. I slowly bring my legs up and his head drops back to the side of the bath as his mouth hangs slack and his dark eyes watch me struggle to take him.

He lifts me slowly and slides back in and my eyes close. “You like that?” he whispers.

My body shudders and I nod.

“Answer me!” he snaps.

“Yes,” I whimper.

“I’m in the mood for some pain, baby.” His eyes drop to where our bodies meet. “You with me—can I have it?” he asks.

He lifts me again and my insides start to liquefy as he brings me back down firmly and circles my hips with him deep inside of me, my head thrown back.

“Can I have it Natasha?” he growls.

“Yes, “ I pant. “Take it,” I breathe.

He smiles darkly and lifts me and slams me back down and I cry out. Up and down he slams me so aggressively that I don’t think I can take it and my legs are as far open as they can go. He sits up and his open mouth is on my neck and his rock-hard cock is pistolling at such a fast pace in and out of my body I can do nothing but hang on. He stops and rearranges my legs so that they are up on the side of the bath and then he grabs my shoulders from behind as leverage and starts to really fuck me… oh dear god… he’s so damn good at this. The water is sloshing all over the bathroom and I start to scream. He’s going to rip me in half. He brings his palm down to my stomach and his thumb down to my clitoris and starts to circle it in precise timing with his deep pounding. My eyes roll back in my head and I start to shudder. My body contracts hard around him and I cry out.

“You. Are. Such. A. Hot. Fuck,” he growls as his own orgasm rips through him so ferociously that he is thrown forward. We stay still, panting, and I smile into his perspiration-clad chest.

“Seriously,” he whispers into my neck. “Having sex with you is…” He shakes his head as he tries to catch his breath and articulate what he is saying. “You blow my fucking mind, Natasha. I can feel every single muscle inside you.” He pants.

I try to talk through my breathlessness. “Baby, with a muscle as big as yours, you could feel it in the next room.” I smile.

He bites my neck hard and I wince to escape him. “Now I need a shower to wash from my bath.,” he murmurs.

I smile into his kiss. “I like being dirty with you, Mr Stanton.”

I wake to a bang and I frown. The bathroom light is still on and Joshua and I are on top of the blankets on the bed. What time is it? I unwrap myself from Joshua’s grasp and walk to my handbag and get out my phone: 1.50 am. God, we fell asleep. I hear it again, a distant bang. What is that? I wrestle through my bag and retrieve my pyjamas and gown and quickly dress. It’s frigging freezing. The fire is just dying down to embers. I turn on the lamp so I can see and quickly put some wood onto it. It crackles loudly in a thank you. My eyes flick to Joshua who is on his back and out cold. One hand is behind his head and the other is on the family jewels, his deep sleeping position. He needs a good night’s sleep—I know he hasn’t had one in over a week.

I’m starving. Our three-hour bath and love-making put us into such a relaxed state that we fell asleep before eating dinner. I sit nervously on the ottoman in front of the fire and watch the red glow. I should just go downstairs and get something to eat. Yeah, why not? I can do that. I walk to the door and peer down the huge darkened hall. Fuck this house, castle, whatever it is; it’s like the frigging Amityville Horror on acid. People would pay good money to come on a haunted tour of this place. I go back into the room and retrieve my phone and put the torch thingy on. Just find the light switches and turn the lights on… not hard Natasha. I start to shake my hands nervously. I look at Joshua sleeping like a baby… should I wake him up? No, he needs to sleep. I walk back over and peer down the hall. If Joshua thinks I am getting up to breastfeed six kids in the middle of the night in this museum he can think again. I start to slowly walk down the wide darkened space. Yep, this is totally messed up and for some stupid reason I get a feeling someone is behind me. I can see a light on down the end of the hall, and I start to run towards it. I get to the end of the hallway and flick on the light switch and hold my chest as I pant. I smile to myself. Stop it you idiot, you’re just scaring yourself. I turn on all of the light switches and the house lights up like Christmas. That’s better. I walk downstairs proudly with my heart beating loudly in my chest and find some more light switches, flick them on, then head into the kitchen. I look around the huge silent kitchen. To the left is a huge double oven and on the bench next to that are two knife blocks with long carving knives in them. A loud bang sounds in the distance and my eyes widen. What the fuck was that? Goosebumps scatter over my body, my eyes flick to the knife blocks and I grab a knife. Shit, shit, shit. I walk over to the kitchen window, stand on my tiptoes and peer out. I can’t see anything… darkness. Where are the guards? I don’t even know if they arrived. It’s not safe, Natasha. Ben’s words run repeatedly through my mind. What’s that noise… what’s that noise? I look down at myself… what the hell? I am in the Amityville Horror house holding a carving knife in the middle of the night alone. Halloween movie times ten.

I want confirmation that the guards are here. I need to know my man is safe. I’ll ring Bridget. She will know what time they left. I dial her number and it rings. Ring… ring… ring… ring.

“What’s wrong?” Ben’s voice snaps as he answers the phone.

I frown and look at the time on my phone. 2 am.

“Um… Ben?” I murmur.

“What’s wrong, Tash?”

What’s he doing answering Bridget’s phone in the middle of the night? Oh my god… I smile broadly.

“Um.” I’m so shocked I raise my eyebrows and am speechless“Is something wrong?” he snaps again.

“No.” I smile. “I was just a bit scared and I thought I would ring to see if the guards are outside, that’s all.”

“Where is Joshua?” he snaps.

“He’s upstairs asleep, Ben. It’s ok. I’m scared of ghosts, not people. I just heard a noise.”

“Oh god.” He sighs under his breath.