- GREG

 

One year later

 

"HOW DOES IT FEEL to be back here?” I asked, closing the door behind me.

“Different.”

That was the most succinct way of putting it. Last time we stood in this hut, we’d had our first and only argument. Rachel had left and out on the lane there were still a few signs of the car crash, black marks on the stone wall and a gap in the hedge where Ian’s car had come to rest.

But that was a long time ago. Since then we’d got married in a ceremony that I would remember for the rest of my life.

Mark had come up to me for a best man conversation afterwards, laughing as he reminded me what I’d told him so often about love and marriage. “I said you’d settle down someday.”

“All right,” I replied. “So I was wrong. Can you let it go now, please.”

“Who’d have thought you met the one in the parsonage. Back then I just thought you wanted to take her virginity.”

“I wanted a lot more than that.”

“You’ve got it now. When’s she due?”

“Four months to go. I’m already decorating the nursery.”

“Well done, Greg. I’m pleased for you. Maybe you can introduce me to that friend of hers?”

"Sarah? You like her?"

"I think I do. She looks respectable."

“That may be the most grown up thing you’ve ever said about a woman.”

"Maybe we're both growing up."

I did a lot of grown up things that day. It felt as if I was leaving childish pleasures behind and becoming a man. No more parties. The only wild nights were going to be with her from now on. The strange part was how fine I was with the idea. I didn’t care about anything but making her happy.

She looked stunning in her dress, making my heart ache to see it over her growing bump. Our family was beginning in there and the rings on our fingers were just the start of something I would never want to be without. Us. Together. Forever.

Once our little Trip was born, I learned something new. I could never have guessed that it was possible to love something so small so much. He was a handsome little guy and good as gold, far easier to look after than I had expected. Sure, he cried from time to time but then so did everyone.

This was our first trip away from Trip. We’d left him with her parents back at the house while we went away. They had been much better since Rachel set clear boundaries in place. They could ask her for things but she could say no and if they didn’t like that, they were welcome to stay in the States and not visit anymore. They were even good on the wedding day, much to Rachel’s apparent surprise.

Since the birth, they’d mellowed, no doubt helped by me paying off their mortgage, ending their financial troubles. I set my own conditions to agreeing to do it, any more debt was their own problem. This was their chance for a fresh start, it was up to them what they did with it.

They became de facto babysitters, loving their grandchild in a way that suggested everything would eventually work out all right.

Trip at home with them, me and Rachel alone for the first time in what felt like a very long time. It hurt to be away from him but it was worth it to see the look on Rachel’s face when I told her what I’d bought for her birthday.

“Why have you brought me back here?” she asked, looking at the transformed interior.

I’d had my people working on it for a long time, getting it just right. “It has running water and heating now.”

“That’s nice. Is that a bed over there?”

“You might need one if you’re here for a while.”

“How long did you hire the place for?”

“I didn’t hire it. I bought it.”

She looked shocked. “You bought it? Why?”

“To give you somewhere to write. You said you could spend every day here and if you’re going to do that you need the place to be warm.”

“You bought it?”

“For you. Happy birthday.”

She walked over to the bed, holding up one of the pairs of handcuffs that dangled from each corner. “And is this part of the present?”

“It might be. Face me.”

She did as I said. In the time we’d been together, she’d got better and better at submitting to me.

“Strip.”

I watched in silence as she removed every item of clothing. She took her time, teasing me like I teased her, making me earn the view of her body. Only when she was completely naked did I speak again. “Onto the bed.”

She lay on her back and I attached the handcuffs to each limb, leaving her trapped in place as she fought to free herself, acting as if she’d changed her mind. I knew better.

I had to clamp my knees on either side of her head to hold it still while I attached the blindfold. Then with her unable to see what was happening I opened the bag I’d brought with me, digging out the wand and setting it aside. I was looking for something else and I found it a second later.

With a hard silicone dildo in my hand, I crossed to the bed, pushing it into her mouth, leaving her choking on it. Then I turned on the wand.

I didn’t touch her with it, tormenting her by holding it near her body, making her reach for it, stretch her hips upwards but unable to make contact, the handcuffs too constricting.

I turned off a wand a minute later, taking the dildo from her mouth and applying lube to it while she gasped for breath. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked.

I didn’t answer. She’d find out soon enough. With the dildo in my hand, I knelt on the bed, reaching between her legs, pushing it slowly towards her ass. She squirmed in place but couldn’t stop it sliding into her hole, moving deeper until only the flat base was protruding.

I kissed her stomach, moving my tongue lower down her, seeking out her clit which was already slick with her wetness. Circling it slowly, I teased her towards orgasm, glancing up to see her chest flushing red as she got closer.

When she was on the edge, I stopped, easing the dildo in her ass back and forth, tormenting her for as long as I dared.

I knew I’d gone too far when she started cursing my name, begging me to fuck her. To silence her complaints, I pushed my cock into her mouth, fucking her face until I too was on the verge of orgasm.

I climbed off the bed, switching the wand on again and brushing it over her clit. She came at once, the vibrations too much for her to handle. Before she knew what was happening, I was in her, thrusting deep, feeling the dildo in her ass brush my thighs, driving into her in the same moment.

I kissed her then, my hands pulling away the blindfold, wanting to see the desire in her eyes. “Fuck me,” she muttered, still twitching from her orgasm. “Give it to me.”

“As you wish,” I replied, thrusting faster, starting to ram into her, already feeling close.

I tried to slow down, to take my time with her, but it was impossible. I felt her climax again around me and the contractions of her muscles were enough to make me come, my cock spurting deep into her as she tugged at the bonds holding her in place.

Afterwards, we sat together in the doorway of the hut, looking out at the sea and the setting sun. “This could make a nice little holiday home,” I said.

“Or inspiration for a book,” she replied. “If I’m going to write here it’ll have to be a romance, won’t it?”

“You tell me, you’re the writer.”

“I think it’d be the perfect setting for a romance novel, especially for the ending. The hero can sit with the heroine just like we’re doing, hand in hand with the glow of sex still on their skin as they watch the sun go down.”

“And then what happens?”

“Well then I think they live happily ever after, don’t you?”