Star

He smells horrible, and he is snoring. He snores like a big bear.

“Rebel?” I pat his nose with two of my fingers.

He opens his eyes and I see that they’re bloodshot and a bit puffy. He looks like my dad when he spent the night in the bar. Kind of funny. My dad never drinks much, and he’s gotten drunk maybe ten times. He used to smoke a lot though.

“Rebel?”

“Star, baby…” He sits up and curses under his breath. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.”

I slept in Cindy’s bedroom and, in the late morning, she allowed me to return to my room. We’d slept in one big bed with four pillars and her husband had slept on the floor in the bathroom.

“I’m sorry,” Rebel says. “So sorry, sweetheart.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I got drunk like a pig.”

“You were funny.”

He crawls off the bed as my eyes sweep over him. He’s still wearing his jeans and the fabric is stained with vodka.

“I’ll have a shower,” Rebel says and disappears into the bathroom.

I hear him turn on the water in the shower cabin, shave and brush his teeth. Fifteen minutes later, he returns to me and we sit on the bed.

“Morning, little bird.” He sweeps a wisp of my hair away from my face.

I cling to him and he tumbles me over so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. He looks much better and doesn’t smell of alcohol.

“What do you want to do today?” he asks.

I want to kiss, but I don’t know how to tell him about it.

“We’ll have lunch and go for a walk,” he says.

“Alright.”

“Are you sad, little bird?”

“I don’t know.”

“I won’t get drunk again, Star, I promise. No drinking, just giving my wife a lot of attention.”

His voice is suddenly unpleasant to me, and I move away from him. I stand by the window and watch white fluffy clouds float in the sky. They’re floating like ships and the sky is so intensely blue that it’s blinding me.

I’m numb. Then I want to kiss and touch. But Rebel doesn’t move from the bed to embrace me. Anger wells up in my chest. It fills my veins, poisons my mind, and explodes. I sweep my hand. It hits the windowsill and the pain paralyses me. Rebel jumps from the bed, strides towards me, and pulls me to him, but I’m so angry I slam my fist into his chest. He turns me round and wraps his arms around me. We lower to the floor, and I can’t move. Rebel’s arms are immobilising me like a few nooses of thick rope. I start crying. I cry and cry and cry. Then Rebel lays me on the bed, and I fall asleep.

Rebel

I guard her like a dog, sitting on the floor by the bed. She wakes up in the early evening, and I take her downstairs to the restaurant. Her eyes slide over the walls as I pile our plates with the food from the buffet.

I don’t know what happened earlier. I fucked up something for sure. Definitely no drinking from now on. Women don’t like it when you’re drunk.

I tilt my head to her, and we sit at a table. Star grabs a glass of water and takes a gulp.

“Do you want something else to drink?” I ask. “Orange juice? Coke?”

“No,” she growls, her cheeks flushed.

“Eat your spaghetti, Star.”

She puts the food into her mouth and swallows.

“Good, isn’t it?” I say.

“No.”

I push a piece of chocolate brownie towards her, and she puts a bit into her mouth.

“Yummy, huh?” I say.

Star bangs her fist on the table, and other hotel guests stare at us with wide eyes.

“Star, sweetheart, let’s go for a walk.”

“No.”

Her eyes turn glassy, her breath ragged.

She grabs a fork, freezes for a split second, then clenches her jaw and stabs her own hand with it. I growl and tear the fork away from her. Blood comes out of three tiny holes in her hand and marks the white tablecloth. Nothing serious, but it’s gonna be painful for a few days. Star grabs a knife, but I grip her wrist and squeeze it. The knife drops to the table and clatters against the plate.

Fuck. I’ve never seen her that mad. She can be moody or impatient, but I’ve always managed to calm her down. This outburst is something I’ve never seen before.

Her dad has seen her like this. He’d mentioned this to Thunder a few times. Now I kind of understand Gabriel’s overprotective attitude.

I rise to my feet, yank Star to me and scoop her up into my arms. I rush towards the exit. We leave the restaurant as she punches me in the face. Pain claws at my nose, and I feel blood gush from my nostrils. I stop, throwing her over my shoulder, and she slams her fist into my back. I smack her ass lightly with my hand in return. She growls like an animal as I shove her into the elevator. I bunch her wrists and immobilise her hands behind her back. The elevator goes up.

“Star, what the fuck is wrong with you?” The moment my last word leaves my mouth I realise I shouldn’t have said that to her, nerves or not. “Star, baby, tell me what is happening. I want to help.”

She growls furiously and wriggles. I grip the back of her neck and push her to her knees. The elevator dings, and I drag her out. She gasps and wiggles as I shove her into our room and throw her onto the bed as gently as I can manage.

I sit by the wall and watch her. She grabs a pillow and throws it at me. I probably deserve this.

“You are stupid,” she hisses.

“You are very intelligent. You and me—that’s a perfect balance.”

She grabs another pillow and throws it at me, fury painting her cheeks with a dark red colour.

“I hate you,” she yells.

“I love you, Star. I love you even more now. I will always love you, baby.”

She freezes and ice fills my veins. Her fingers roll into fists and she jerks her body to the side then freezes again. I’ve been in shit many times. I know the feeling when something bad is just about to happen. And Star is clearly trying to do something stupid. I jump to my feet then onto the bed, and crush her body beneath mine. I bunch her wrists and pin them over her head.

“Star,” I growl. “I. Love. You. You hear me?”

She squirms beneath me, her desperate gasps breaking my heart. She’s nervous and sad and clearly can’t cope with all the emotions flooding her.

“Star,” I say gently. “What’s wrong? Tell me, darling. Maybe I can help.”

Her wild scared eyes fix on mine, and she blinks then gazes at me as though she’s a lost fawn.

I know I shouldn’t, but I press my lips against hers.

She sighs as if with relief.

I kiss her deeper and her body softens beneath mine. My dick grows hard.

“This is what you want?” I growl. “You want to get fucked? You want my cock inside your little pussy, right?”

Her lips part. Her eyes widen and her chin trembles.

“Tell me, Star.”

She doesn’t say anything.

I slam my lips on hers. I’m not gentle. My whole helplessness centres on this kiss. I raise my head. Her chin and lips are covered in my blood. I’ve never seen anything more tempting, more erotic than her in this moment.

I run my hand up her outer thigh, pulling her dress up. She wiggles as I spread her legs with my knee. My fingers travel to her panties.

“Star?”

She averts her face, her cheeks pink. Her breasts rise and fall.

“Star, baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”

I slide my fingers under her panties and spread her folds. She’s wet. So fucking wet for me.

My rationality evaporates without a trace. I slide my finger into her heat. She cries out.

“Does it hurt, Star?”

She’s very tight. Even my finger seems to be too much.

I pull my finger out, but she grips my wrist and guides my hand back to her pussy.

“You like it, don’t you?” I press my lips against hers.

I push a finger into her pussy again and kiss her gasps. She folds her legs and spreads them wider for me. Her heels dig into the mattress.

I pump my finger in and out. Star winces as her fingers sink into my hair. I rub my thumb against her clit. She arches her neck back, her lips forming an ‘o’. Her body becomes taut and I see her thrash in satisfaction.

I open my trousers and rip her panties off her.

“Star, do you want me inside you?”

I want to be inside her. I need to fuck all my desperation and fear about her off me.

Her hazy eyes meet mine, but she doesn’t say anything.

“Star, I love you. I love you more than anything.”

I line my throbbing cock up with her entrance and enter her in one firm thrust. She squalls like a kid as I tear through her barrier. Her body stiffens against mine. I pin her down with my weight and kiss her cries.

Her hot cunt clamps around my cock, bringing me to the brink.

I fucking can’t stop.

I wrap her thigh around my waist and go deeper. My mind whirls. Heat shoots to my toes.

Star digs her fingers into my neck and trembles. I see sweat prick her forehead.

Her heat and tightness wake an animal in me. I close her mouth with mine and fuck her, every stroke of my cock against her walls like bliss. Her body softens a bit and she wraps her other thigh around my waist so her ankles cross over my back. We sway in a hot primal rhythm. I rise higher and higher until my balls tighten and a violent orgasm rolls over me.

There’s blackness, the absence of sound, the sense of goodness.

I pull out of her and roll on my side, setting her back against my chest. She sighs and drops off to sleep. My eyes travel to my cock covered in her virginal blood.

She’s mine. She’s gonna be mine forever.

***

Athena offers me a biscuit. I bite into it and swallow the bit. The mixture of ginger and sugar pricks my tongue. I hate ginger biscuits, but I swallow the rest so as not to offend Athena.

“So, what happened?” Athena asks.

“She was mad. She pierced her hand with a fork and punched me in the face.”

We’re seated in Athena’s living room—I’m in the armchair and she’s on the sofa.

“How did you calm her?” she asks, looking as professional as you’d imagine a doctor to look.

“I fucked her.”

Her face turns red and she clears her throat. “Did she like it?”

“I think she did.”

I know how to fuck my own wife.

Athena clears her throat again. “She may sometimes be uncontrollable.”

“I can deal with that.”

“She may hit you. Swear at you.”

“I said I can deal with that.”

The bitch thinks I’m a boy or what? I’m a man. A married man. I know how to take care of my wife. Star’s gonna be safe and happy with me.

“That’s what I wanted to hear from you.” She nods. “See you next week.”

“See you next week, Dr Holme.”

“Auntie Athena.” The bitch smirks at me. “I’m your auntie after all.”

“See you, Auntie,” I say and feel like an idiot.

“Don’t forget to have a good sleep, sweetie. And eat well. You need to be in good shape.”

“I’m fine,” I growl. “See you.”

Athena flashes me a warm motherly smile then she winks at me.

I leave her house and jump on my bike. Star is with Christa so I pick her up from Hawk’s place and we have dinner in Chaviva’s restaurant.

We return to our room and I start kissing her. She giggles like a kid.

“Star, you want my cock in your pussy?”

“No,” she says and giggles.

“You want me, don’t you?” I palm her breasts and lower the straps of her tank top. “You’re just shy. My pretty shy wife. Nothing wrong with being shy. I love your shyness.”

She bends slightly forward and giggles and gasps.

I hold her chin and tip her face up to mine, pulling her tank top and bra down. Her breasts wave, so beautifully naked for me.

My hand covers one of her tits as I close her mouth with mine.

“My pretty wife.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Very pretty.”

I turn her so her back rests against my chest. I sweep her hair away to her shoulder and touch her neck with my mouth. My fingers slide under her jeans and panties and I run one along her wet slit.

“Tell me what you want?” I rasp.

“I don’t know.”

I brace her chest with my arm and slide my finger into her pussy. “Tell me.”

“I don’t know, Rebel.” Anger sharpens her voice.

Right. Don’t push her. Be clear.

“That’s alright, Star.” I turn her to me and bury her in my arms. “I know what to do.” I press my lips against hers and kiss her until she moans into my mouth. “I’m gonna drive my cock into your pretty wet pussy and make you cum.”

“You’re horrible.”

“I’m your husband, darling.”

“I’m your wife.” She looks up at me and chews her lower lip.

I pull her tank top over her head then remove her bra. She hugs herself and hides under the comforter. I move closer to the bed and strip. I lift the corner of the comforter and crawl onto the bed to lie down beside her.

“Take your trousers off, Star.”

“No.”

I push her on her back and crawl on top of her. “No?”

“No.” She beams at me, her hands wandering on my back.

I shower her face with kisses then move my mouth down. She sighs and folds her legs, spreading them for me.

“You see,” I say. “You love it when I’m fucking you.”

“Rebel.” She covers her face with her hands.

I sit on my heels and remove her trousers then slide her panties down and throw them behind me. We are naked.

I lie on top of her. “Star, say you like it. I need to know, baby.”

“I liked it yesterday.” Her face turns red.

“It hurt, huh?”

She nods and gasps.

“But you liked it anyway?” I stroke her head.

She nods and averts her face. She inhales deeply then her eyes fix on mine.

“I like it when you’re inside me,” she says. “I like the pain. And I like the pleasure. I love you, Rebel.”

“I don’t want to give you pain.”

Her nostrils flare, and I see anger in her gaze.

“Alright.” I nod.

I don’t want to hurt her, but she seems to enjoy it rough. The thought that I could fuck her fast and hard wakes my most elemental instincts.

“I will give you everything you wish for, Star.”

I’d die for her if needed.

I kiss her tit then draw it fully into my mouth, biting her nipple. She hisses as her hands clutch my shoulders, but she doesn’t push me away. I swirl my tongue around her nipple and rub my thumb against her clit. Her sweet sighs turn me on even more. I massage her swollen nub and pinch her nipple. She digs her heels into the mattress, her eyes wild. I kiss a path down to her tummy and sink my face between her thighs. Star pushes my head away.

“I don’t want like this,” she says.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“I want to kiss your pussy, Star. I want that very badly. Don’t be ashamed. Your pussy is beautiful, and I want to kiss it.”

“Okay.”

I plant a kiss on her inner thigh then lick her slit. She smells divine. She tastes even better. I penetrate her pussy with my tongue, massaging her clit with my thumb. Her muscles tense and relax. Her fingers tug at my hair. I fuck her with my tongue with fury. I drink her. I eat her.