AslansDesire-ARE-epub (3 page)

Marriage.

Nobody ever said it came with a user’s manual.

“I know what I’m asking for isn’t easy for you. I know for whatever reason you have it in your mind you can’t be who you are, but I’m telling you right now. I need you, all of you, every tiny piece that you don’t think I can handle? I want that, too. I want to feel that edge of insanity from you again. What I felt in the limo, and the night on the ship after I propositioned you, and the day I met you in the bathroom at the pitstop. That’s the
you
I crave every moment of every day. When you let your control slip, it’s like I get this glimpse into what you might feel for me.”

“What I do feel for you. What I always feel for you.”

“Then surprise me. Anytime. Anywhere. When you need me, take me.” Kissing him was as natural as breathing. Their lips came together like two oceans mixing in a tide pool. Intense. Breathtaking.

Aslan shivered as he kneaded her ass. Looking into his eyes, she could tell he still needed some convincing. “And if you take too long, I might push a few of your buttons to entice you a bit. And no, I’m not trying to top from the bottom. That dynamic does nothing for me.”

“You already entice me. Every moment of every day.”

Her lips pulled up into a huge smile and she bit her lower lip as she slipped off the couch onto her knees in front of him. Tugging at his belt, she undid the buckle and then released his slack’s button and zipper. He pulled his shirt tails up as she freed his cock. Hard. He was so hard. His head might be on the fence but his dick was very much on board with her plan. “You’ve never seen me push your buttons before, Zeke. Now I almost hope you take a while, just so I can play a bit.” She licked him from his balls to the wet tip of his cock before she sucked him into her mouth.

“You’re going to kill me with that mouth of yours.”

She sucked his shaft until her mouth popped off the end. Looking up at him, she licked him nice and slow. “Maybe. But talk about a way to go.”

In her defense, she did warn him.

More than three weeks had passed since they’d had their discussion on the couch about her fantasy and her fears.

It had been three weeks of anticipation, desire and frustration.

They’d made love a lot, but nothing really out of the norm.

Amazing sex didn’t even come close to describing what their sex life was. It was out of this world hot.

But not once had Zeke surprised her by ripping her clothes off to get to her. No shoving her over the back of the couch to fuck her. Not even any door locking at work or pulling the emergency stop on the elevator on the new ship to “test” it for sturdiness.

She’d caught him eyeing her though.

Quite a few times.

Sometimes several times a day.

Several times an hour.

A heated look she’d always thought she imagined was there plain as day. Before he’d always cover it up as something else. Several times she’d thought he was about to act on the impulses coursing through his body.

Then…nothing.

She blew out a discouraged breath and tried to relax the muscles in her shoulders.

Straightening her apron, she made sure it sat just right at her neck. It looked like a little black dress, with pearls at the neckline and lace at the bottom. Standing in her kitchen, making cookies on a Saturday had happened countless times before.

Hundreds probably.

Aslan dumped the chocolate chips into the batter, the final ingredient to add before her Ultimate Chocolate Chip Cookies were ready to bake.

But this time she’d “forgotten” to buy vanilla at the store and she had to have it for the cookies.

Yes, it was a tiny white lie.

Yes, Zeke had been a bit growly when she’d asked him to go to the store a couple blocks away to grab some.

Yes, she’d already added vanilla into the cookie dough.

Yes, getting into her current outfit was the reason she needed him to leave.

She stirred the last ingredient in and set the bowl on the counter before checking the clock. The front door opened, then closed and she smiled as she turned the oven on.

Damn. She almost felt sorry for him.

Almost.

“I got your vanilla.”

Bending at the waist, she opened the drawer below the oven to pull out a large cookie sheet.

“Road construction traffic was shitty. That damn pothole right past the gate is going to—”

The vanilla hit the floor beside his foot as soon as he walked into the kitchen.

No, she didn’t have much else on other than the robe.

No, she hadn’t forgotten to put on crotchless panties to go with her garter and stockings.

No, she didn’t have to miss his shocked face when he found her standing there in her five-inch spiked heels. His reflection in the face of the oven was quite easy to see, since she was still bent over, looking for her pesky cookie sheet.

“What are you doing?” The gruff rumble in his voice liquefied her core.

Knowing what she did to him gave her a new confidence she didn’t really know she was missing. “Making cookies.”

Not a lie.

“In that outfit.”

Not a question.

“Been meaning to wear this apron for a while. Thought the cookies would be a great reason to test it out.” Aslan grabbed the cookie sheet and set it on the top of the stove, then bent down again to close the drawer.

Zeke approached slowly, as if she’d turn and attack him. Sooooo not the plan.

Standing up again as he closed the distance between them, she pivoted around so he could see the front, too. “Isn’t it cute?” Slowly, she turned in a circle, making one full revolution.

“Cute is not exactly what I would call that.” Grasping her shoulder, he twisted her around until she was almost facing away from him again. Slowly, he brushed her hair over one shoulder, exposing her back to him. The tips of his fingers skated down her spine from where the apron tied at the top to where she’d tied it at her waist. Then his knuckles traced the arc of her back and along the curve of her ass.

Him pushing her over until she was on her elbows on a clear portion of the countertop, made her heart skip a beat. “What would you call it?”

“Mine.” The word rumbled out of him as his fingers moved down the crack of her ass and then between her thighs. “Crotchless panties. Holy shit.” The slickness of her pussy juice on the lips of her sex made him growl. “Fuck. You’re so wet.”

“Been thinking about you.”

“Oh, yeah? What have you been thinking about?”

The timer on the oven beeped once, signaling it was pre-heated.

Zeke slid his finger inside the sheath of her pussy one time and then pulled it out. Over her shoulder, she watched him suck his finger into his mouth.

The sigh slipped out before she could stop it and she eyed his tongue as he licked his finger one last time.

Glancing at the counter, she followed his eyes. He stared at the finished cookie dough, and at the vanilla sitting next to the bowl. “Looks like you may have found some vanilla already.”

“Mmhmm.”

Then his eyes found the coconut oil. Something they’d discussed quite a few times to try as a lube for anal sex.

He cleared his throat. Twice. “Sounds like your oven is ready.”

She could almost feel his veil of control settling around him like a shield.

Oh. Hell. No.

“Were you looking for some help making cookies?” His innocent expression couldn’t mask the erection straining his shorts or the way his hand kept making a fist on the counter.

In control.

Always in control.

Not today.

There was a certain matter about a fantasy she’d discussed and she was ready to collect.

She stood and moved past him. “I’d love some. Let me just pick up that extra vanilla. Never know if we might need more.” Didn’t take her five seconds to walk over to the entry way where Zeke had dropped his bag earlier. “My thighs are wet.” Need to know information and he definitely needed to know.

Bending over oh so slowly took longer than five seconds and she made sure her feet were wide enough for her husband to see everything he needed to.

A mumbled “fuck it” reached her across the kitchen a second before Zeke was on her. Instead of taking her down to the floor as she expected, he lifted her torso and shoved her against the pantry door.

Getting her palms flat on the wood, she wasn’t certain if he thought she was going to protest but he planted one of his hands on her back between her shoulder blades. Hard.

Her black “nothing but strings and lace” panties didn’t last two seconds after he grabbed them. Tossing the shredded pretty on the floor, he lifted one of her legs behind the knee and hooked her heel around the pantry doorknob.

The edge of his shorts rubbed against her ass when he shoved them down and then he filled her. Not one gentle push. Not a teasing thrust.

No.

He took her.

Hard.

He didn’t ask. He wasn’t sweet about it or soft or soothing.

He fucked her hard against the door. Ramming her into the wood, using the full force of his body and hers as leverage. Then he bit her shoulder.

Two things happened simultaneously.

She screamed and came.

Reaching beneath her apron, he latched onto one of her nipples and pinched it hard. Then harder.

Her pussy locked down on his cock, but he didn’t stop fucking her. One stuttered thrust was the only hiccup in his rhythm. He just shoved in harder, deeper.

Wetness slid from inside her, coating his cock and down her thigh.

She wasn’t certain who it was from as she groaned and jerked through her orgasm, as he ground his cock inside her. Squirting wasn’t normally her thing but having him take her like he did might have triggered that kind of orgasm from her.

Trying to catch her breath apparently wasn’t on the menu. He unhooked her foot, yanked out of her, and moved her across the kitchen back to the area beside the bowl of dough. Shoving her down onto the counter, he grabbed the jar of coconut oil.

Not a word.

He didn’t say a word as he opened the jar or when the lid hit the floor.

Not a syllable was uttered as he grabbed some of the firm oil and spread it on her asshole and on his cock. The oil melted due to their body heat, making her shiver.

He slid one finger into her ass and then a second.

Slowly he worked them in, stretching her hole just enough to take him.

Just enough so it still hurt oh so good when he pushed inside.

In the next moment, he pulled his fingers free.

Empty.

That’s the emotion which nearly swamped her as he moved behind her.

Then he was there, pushing into her ass. It wasn’t slow, it wasn’t fast. It was perfect. Aggressive. He was almost in. Almost past that ring of muscles keeping him out.

“Almost…there—” His voice when he spoke made her jerk, unintentionally dislodging him. “Let me in, wife. Let. Me. In.” Each word was punctuated with a harsh thrust. “Give me your arms.”

She moved them from where she had them beneath her. Her palms had been flat on the counter. Doing what, she didn’t know. She knew nothing but what her husband was doing behind her.

Taking her arms, he folded them against her lower back and held them with one hand. “You’re not hurrying this. Not a moment faster than I want it to be. This is my hole. Mine. Do you hear me? It’s mine to take as I wish. To use. Tell me you hear me.”

“I hear you.” She closed her eyes, trying desperately to process everything that was happening. “I hear you. Please.”

What she begged for as he lined his cock up to her hole again, she didn’t know. His hole. His.

Fuck.

What she needed, she really couldn’t comprehend.

Him.

That was all she knew as he pushed in, stretching her hole. Slowly.

The anticipation threatened to suck her under as she panted beneath him. “Please,” she begged again.

“Not ’til I’m ready. Not ’til I know you’ll remember who you belong to for the next couple days every time you sit down.”

Her entire body relaxed at his words, allowing him to push deeper inside. But instead of staying in, he pulled back out. Not most of the way out but all of the way out.

Her ass started closing again and she struggled against his hold. Lot of good it did her, since he just leaned against her wrists again. She wasn’t going anywhere until he let her. Then the head of his cock was there again, pushing inside. Stretching her. Destroying her.

After he was all the way in, he pulled out again. And waited. In, out, wait. In, out, pause. Over and over, until tears stung her eyes. Not from pain. From pleasure. From the most delicious pleasure she’d ever experienced.

Then he shoved in deep, again and again, until his balls slapped her pussy on each stroke. The one hand clamped around her wrists tightened and the other grabbed onto her shoulder, yanking her onto him as he thrust into her. Her hipbones would be bruised. She’d carry his teeth marks on her shoulder for hours.

“Holy fuck, Aslan. Holy. Fuck.” His last two words were forced out through gritted teeth. And then he ground his shaft inside her, latching onto her with enough force to bruise her again.

His cum filling her ass?

Nirvana.

His shout of completion as he filled her?

Mecca.

The orgasm inside her that his possession kicked off?

Heaven on earth.

She opened her mouth on a soundless scream as she came, sucking more of his cum into her ass as he jerked inside her.

Pulse after pulse hugged him into her as they came together.

The world faded away.

Everything around them ceased to exist to her as he kept her pinned to the counter until he was done with her.

Used.

She felt deliciously used when he finally pulled free.

Cum slid from her ass, down her legs, coating her stockings.

His chuckle caught her off guard and she smiled automatically. And then her giggles came.

No clue why she giggled after she came.

No idea at all.

But she loved it. Feeling free and happy and safe and amazing.