Instead, I wet my finger in my mouth and eased it past her tightly puckered sphincter into her ass. Her pussy clamped down like a steel vise as I sawed my finger in and out of her ass in rhythm with my cock as it plowed in and out of her belly. I knew there was a lot of pressure in the tummy in this position, but if I’m not hurting her at least a little, then I’m not doing my job. Because that’s what I’ve come to learn she likes. Just a hint of pain, danger, even with her fucks.

I was almost tempted to see the pearls of my seed splattered all over her back and ass but ended up putting it in her as usual. We barely made it to the plane in time, where I introduced her to the mile-high club until she dropped from exhaustion. I ended up half carrying her to the waiting SUV because she was too sore to walk and too stubborn to let me carry her.

She was out like a light as soon as my driver started the half-hour drive to the penthouse in the city. It’s not where we usually stay, but I figured the next few days might be hectic once the news spread, and not as many people know about this place as they do the house. “Where are we going?”

“To the apartment, go back to sleep.” I pushed her head back down on my shoulder and kissed the top of her head as she did just that.

While she slept, I let my mind go over what I had planned upon my return. I can’t place all the blame on Rene, I should’ve been more attentive, and Madeline should’ve told me sooner. When I think of what could’ve happened had she, not my guts go cold with dread.

I subconsciously squeezed her, and she fretted in her sleep. “Sorry, baby!” I’m sure Carlos, the driver, was wondering what the hell was going on, just as the crew on the plane probably had as well. I didn’t give anyone an explanation for the change in our relationship, and I don’t plan to; it’s none of their business.

It's been a while since my parents and I were close; they never forgave me for taking her in and essentially putting my life on hold to raise her. I think it’s poetic justice in a kind of roundabout way. They hadn’t been very nice to Nat after what happened all those years ago and pretty much blamed her like everyone else.

Years later, their only son did put his life on hold to raise her kid, the kid that would’ve been mine if things had gone to plan. I don’t regret never marrying Nat, but I do regret not doing more. Now it looks like I’ll be paying her back tenfold because all that I have now belongs to her daughter, well, half of it anyway.

She stretched awake just as I had that thought. “If you ever cheat on me, they’ll never find the body.”

“What?” She looked bemused.

“You heard me.”

“Who says I’m going to?”

“I’m just letting you know, babe.”

“Geez, not even a week married, and you’re already starting with the threats.”

She said it jokingly, but I knew she knew I wasn’t playing. She’d once called me scary when she overheard me chewing someone out on the phone. But since I’ve never even raised my voice at her, she’s never seen me at my worst; that was as close as she came.

But ever since that day when she was about seventeen, she’d bring it up every once in a while; usually, it’s about something she read in the paper or saw on the Internet about my supposed behavior amongst the general public. So though she’s never experienced it firsthand, she knows daddy can be vicious as fuck.

MADELINE

I’m trying my best not to let him see how nervous I am. I wish we didn’t have to come back here, though I would miss it terribly. The past week has been the best time of my life, and I hate to see it end, hate that we’re back to reality so quickly. I don’t think I’ve breathed since he said I do, always waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to come to his senses and say that the whole thing was a mistake and we should go back to the way we were.

I felt nervous and out of sorts when we reached the penthouse. I’d been here maybe a handful of times, but I’m more at home at the house. Though the penthouse is in a prime location with everything conceivable within walking distance, I’m pretty sure Rene had something to do with him buying it within the last year.

I know she doesn’t like our home, mostly the location since it’s more in the countryside, but I love it there. It’s my safe space, there and the cabin. Our first order of business once reaching the bedroom was a nice hot shower. After our earlier couplings on the plane, we both needed it. Even though she showered there already, he still ended up doing me in the shower on the plane, so now those juices are pooled in my underwear.

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