Chapter Twenty-Two
Patience
“Mmmm,” I moaned as the delicious sensations rolled through my body. I felt as if I was being elevated into the highest, brightest light possible. My muscles clenched and I wiggled my hips, seeking more and more of that ecstasy I was experiencing. Slowly, my eyes opened and I realized I was flat on my back in my bed. When my vision cleared, I peered lower down my body and felt another gush of moisture release from my body, when I saw Aaron’s dark head between my thighs. His arms wrapped around my legs, holding them in place, as his mouth worked its devastation on my pussy.
I let out another deep moan, slamming my head back against the pillows. I went to reach for his head, to push it away. I’d already had one orgasm—the one that woke me up in the first place, and he was obviously trying to wring another one free from my body. I couldn’t…we didn’t have time for that. But when I moved my hands, I could only lift them a few inches off the bed. They were handcuffed and tied around one of the posts of the headboard, restricting my range of movement.
“A-Aaron,” I panted, my voice caught between confusion, anger, and lust. “A-Aaron, untie me n–” I was cut off on a gasp when he ran the tip of his tongue across my swollen clit. I felt his thick fingers as they invaded my pussy. I gushed again when he curled them, brushing my inner walls. Another orgasm was coming and I couldn’t do anything to stop it, or him. He rose to his knees, bringing the entire bottom half of my body with him, pushing my upper body deeper into the bed. Finally, his eyes opened and caught mine. They were almost black with need. He still hadn’t said a word, past the moaning he did against my nether lips, as if my body had been the only thing he had ever hungered for. I came again, that thought pushing me over, with his intent eyes still on mine. I shook and convulsed and he continued to lap up all the cream that spilled from my body.
I was still trembling but completely spent by the time he lowered my legs to the bed. I watched through half-closed eyes as he moved over me, the bulge in his pajama bottoms bumping against my aching need. He moved over me, staring down at me, the scowl on his face another one of my turn-ons. I ached to feel his lips, to lick the wetness from his mouth that I’d left there. I lifted my head to meet his lips, but his hand to my throat stopped me.
“Have you been with anyone else?” he gritted out, as if the words were nearly incomprehensible to him.
My eyes widened a smidgen, not certain I’d heard him correctly. “Wh-what?” I was still breathless from the two orgasms he’d ripped from my body. Certainly, he wasn’t asking whether or not I’d had sex with another man.
“You heard the question.”
“You cannot be serious.”
He gave me a hard glare.
“You’re asking if I cheated on you since we’ve been married?”
He shook his head. “While we were apart. Were you with anyone else?”
“Aaron, what does that ma–”
His hand around my throat tightened. “I’ll take that as a yes.” His jaw was so rigid.
“You had a fian–”
“She wasn’t you.”
I blinked and shook my head, swallowing. “This is ridiculous. Uncuff me, the children are probably already awake.”
“They’re in the den, watching TV.”
I looked at the clock, noting it was almost eight o’clock. “Aaron, I need to make them breakfast. We ha–”
“No. I will make them breakfast and get them ready to spend the day and night with their aunt and uncle. We will see them again at Mother and Father’s for the family dinner.”
“What?”
“You’re spending the entire day in bed. Just like this.” He moved from the bed, leaving me there, as if his word was final.
I yanked my hands, still in the handcuffs. “Aaron, untie me!” I hissed.
He didn’t even look my way as he threw a T-shirt over his head and ran a hand through his mussed hair.
I called his name again, yanking at the cuffs, and kicking at the bed. Surely, he was not going to leave me like this. Again, he ignored me. Just as I was about to yell and curse him out, a knock sounded at the door.
“Mommy, I’m hungry,” Kyle’s little voice came through the door.
Before I could answer him, Aaron moved to the door, cracking it, but using his body to block Kyle’s sight of me. “Shh, Mommy’s still sleeping. She’s not feeling well today. Daddy will get you and Kennedy some breakfast.”
“I want cereal,” Kyle announced.
“Cereal it is,” Aaron responded, not sounding at all like the jealous lover of a few moments ago.
I hated the way my anger faded slightly at hearing the tone of voice he used with Kyle. But it returned when I caught him give me one last look over his shoulder as he moved through the door, shutting it behind him and our son.
“I’m going to kill him!” I grumbled, pulling at the cuffs one last time to no avail. All I could do now was wait for him to return.
****
It took thirty minutes. Thirty minutes for my asshole husband to return to our bedroom. When he did, he just stared at me, his back pressed against our closed bedroom door, arms folded across his chest. His face held a scowl but there was a gleam in his eyes. I guessed it was from seeing the annoyance written all over my face.
“Untie me,” I seethed.
He moved from the door, slowly. “Carter picked the children up.”
I eyed him as he carefully walked around the bed, inching closer to my side.
“Untie me.”
“Are you arms sore?” he questioned, running his hand along my arms, assessing, stopping to peer at my wrists.
“I’m going to kick your ass as soon as the handcuffs are taken off.”
He turned, staring down at my face. “Is that so?”
My eyes narrowed.
“I asked you a question earlier…” He trailed off, staring at me. He took a step back from the bed and then moved to circle to his side of the bedroom, going to open the top drawer of his dresser.
“I’m not answering that. Untie me!” I demanded.
“You keep tugging like that and you’re going to hurt yourself. Better to just relax.”
I sucked my teeth. “You’re such an ass,” I declared. He was silent while his back was to me, but when he moved I gasped at what he held in his hands. “A-Aaron,” I warned, but I could feel my body growing warmer as I stared at the contents he held.
“Now,” he began, moving back to the nightstand beside me. He placed the items on the nightstand. “I’ll ask you again.”
My gaze remained on the tube of lube, the gold plated vibrator, and the crystal butt plug my husband had just arranged on the nightstand.
“Have you been with anyone else?”
“I-I—” I struggled to pull my eyes away from the sex toys to him as he glowered down at me. “I’m not answering th-that,” I stated through trembling lips.
He picked up the vibrator, turning it on. The only way I could tell it was on was because I saw him flip on the small switch, but the actual vibrator was completely silent.
“I’m not spending all day in this bed either,” I argued against his earlier comment.
“You will. On both accounts,” he countered, lowering the vibrator between my legs.
I gritted my teeth against the first sensations that rushed through my body at the initial contact. But I bit down on my lip, refusing to give him what he wanted. He pried my thighs apart when I tried to clamp them shut, in an attempt to shut out the feelings brought on by the vibrator.
“Ah!” I yelled when he tugged my head back by my hair with one hand and turned the speed of the vibrator up with the thumb of his other. “A-Aarooon!” I yelled when the orgasm took me completely off-guard. I squirmed and wiggled my hips, trying to get free from his onslaught, but he continued to stare down at me, and turned the vibrator up yet again. “D-don’t!” I demanded through clattering teeth.
“Don’t what?” He tugged my head back farther, tightening his hold in my hair. “Answer the question, Patience. I will do this all day.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. I felt his warm tongue on my neck as he licked and bit me. A shudder ran through my body, making its way to my core. That, along with the contact of the vibrator, stirred the beginnings of yet another orgasm. That one started in the soles of my feet, running up my legs.
“A-Aaron, please!” I panted at the same time more core exploded, lifting my hips off the bed. Everything in me strained, painfully. “Yes! Okay, yes!” I yelled. “I’ve been with someone else!”
The most thunderous grunt I’d ever heard from Aaron spilled from his mouth. His hands were at my wrists, removing the cuffs, but pinning my hands to the mattress with my own. He moved over top of me, using his hips to force my thighs apart even more. Before I could release another breath, he was impaling me with his erection. I yelled out his name, but it was cut off when he covered my mouth with his, possessively. I wanted to hate him. But it all felt too good to hate. So, I did the only thing I could in my position. I bit down on his lower lip, hard. That spurred him on and he pounded into my wet pussy with a vengeance, shaking the entire bed as it bumped the wall. His hands tightened around my wrists and his kiss became even more insistent.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding on for dear life. I turned my head from his kiss, needing to pull in oxygen. He moved to my neck again, licking, sucking and biting at my exposed flesh. I called his name over and over. I’d admitted to being with someone else, and he was doing his damned best to erase that memory. I would’ve told him he needn’t have worried about that. Would’ve confessed that I’d only had sex with another man, but this…what was between Aaron and I could only be experienced with him. I would’ve said all of that, but I was coming again, on a silent scream. My lips parted, back arched, pussy continuing to be beaten into submission by the only man to ever bring this out of me. I was coming.
I came to just enough to glance up at Aaron as he peered down at me, neck still straining as he poured himself into me.
“We’re making another baby today.”
His words barely registered due to everything around me fading to black as I passed out.
****
I came to a few hours later, my arrogant, mean ass husband laying on his side, head propped up by his hand, staring at me. My treacherous body began to warm up at the picture he made, lying in our bed, naked from the waist up. My mouth watered with the urge to lick and kiss his chest, his scars. It was my favorite way of turning him on.
“Stop.”
I rose my gaze to meet his.
“We’ll get back to that soon but you need to eat.”
I narrowed my eyes, finally remembering my anger. I checked to see if my hands were bound. They weren’t. I raised my hand up, ready to smack the hell out of Aaron, but it was caught in his stronger hand. I found myself flipped over onto my back, arm raised above my head, him over me.
“We’ve played this game before.” His voice was full of warning. “You already know how it ends.”
I breathed heavily, chest heaving up and down.
“With you calling my name, your pussy walls milking my cock for all I’m worth. We’ll get to that, but first you need to eat,” he growled, moving from over me back to his side of the bed.
“I’m not hungry,” I spat out but in the ensuing silence my stomach betrayed me, growling loudly. I didn’t say anything and avoided his eye contact. “I don’t know what possessed you to think you could keep me in bed all day like I was some kind of prisoner but I’m not!” I rose out of the bed, coming to stand beside it, staring down at Aaron. I had to hold on to the edge of the nightstand when my legs wobbled. “I’m going to shower and pick up the kids from Michelle and Carter and take them to the zoo like I promised!” I hissed. Before he could retort, I grabbed my robe off the floor, using it to cover my nude body, and made a beeline for the bathroom.
Once inside I ripped off my robe and stepped into the shower, hoping it would help cool me off. But that was a total failure. The warm water streaming down my already sensitized flesh caused goosebumps to cover my arms. I glanced up toward the bathroom entrance and standing there, legs crossed, chest bared in his usual plaid pajama bottoms was the man who left me feeling like an exposed nerve. Our eyes caught and the memory of him coming into the shower just to hold me as I cried over my father, a few weeks prior, assaulted me. My knees began to tremble when he strolled to the shower door, slowly sliding it open.
I gave little protest, as he lowered his pajama bottoms, his semi-hard cock springing out, and he kicked them aside to enter the shower with me.
“I won’t take you in here. Shower sex has never been my favorite.” His voice was so low and deep. “I just needed to be near you.”
Everything in me squeezed tightly. My heart blossomed at the vulnerability in his voice at his admission.
“Why?” I whispered, not looking up at him.
“Because I love you.”
I slumped back against the shower wall, needing something to hold my body upright. That was the first time I ever heard him utter those three words. I just knew I was imagining it, but he said it again.
“I love you.”
And again.
“I love you.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead, then the tip of my nose, and then my lips before moving backwards, granting me space. He stared down at me.
In another time and another place I would’ve said those three words back to him. But not then. I couldn’t. Not after last time.
“You don’t have to say it.” He lifted the loofah that rested next to my favorite body wash and used it to wash me from head to toe. I did the same for him with his own washcloth. By the time we got out of the shower the entire bathroom was steamed up. He dried my body before ordering me to hold out my arms for him to place my robe on.
Once back in the bedroom the smell of food permeated, tearing another round of growling from my stomach. At the center of our bed, stood a Rosewood tea tray, holding a box of pizza and seltzer water. I grinned as I climbed onto the bed. Surprising me, instead of going to his side of the bed, Aaron climbed in behind me, pressing our bodies together. He pressed his semi-hard cock against the curve of my ass. I gasped.
“Later,” he growled in my ear, before reaching over me to hand me a paper plate. He placed a slice of plain pizza—my favorite—on top. I smiled when I saw the other half of the pizza covered in green peppers and mushrooms. Both his and Kyle’s favorite.
We ate in silence for a little while but something kept nagging at me. It kept my anger in place, though I wanted to let it go.
“What is it?” he questioned.
“What’s what?” I replied, narrowing my gaze at him.
“Something’s on your mind.”
I tutted, shaking my head. “I hate it when you do that.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Watching me to read my thoughts. You always di–” I paused, not wanting to dredge up the past.
“What I always did,” he finished for me. “I watch everything that belongs to me.”
My stomach knotted.
“In business and in my personal life. I keep an eye on what’s mine.” His hand moved to my waist. “Since that first night at Buona Sera, you’ve been mine.”
I shuddered when his hand moved to the sash of my robe, loosening the bow that held it closed.
I stopped his hand with my own. “I wasn’t yours. You had someone else. And now, six years later you question me about who else I’ve been with in that time.” I sat up, tossing my plate onto the tray and staring at him in his narrowed eyes. “I don’t get to ask you about the women you’ve been with but I was supposed to what? Have waited for you while I raised our children alone?” I went to push his hand away but he held firm.
“She’s not a factor.”
I snorted and gave a humorless laugh. “She sure as hell was back then.” I cut my eyes at him, seeking to move away from his hold, but he tightened his arm around me.
“She’s not anymore, nor will she ever be again.”
Something final was in his voice. I lowered my brows, half torn between asking what he meant by that and being afraid to ask.
Lowering his head so that our faces were nearly touching, he took my chin between his fingers. “She was business. You are something entirely different.”
I frowned, scoffing. “Yeah? And what’s that?”
“My life. You and our children.”
He released my chin and moved to get off the bed, taking the tray with him. He carried it to the other side of the room, placing it on the leather chair that sat in the corner before returning to me. Again, he stood at the side of the bed, looking down at the items on the nightstand that still remained.
“We’re done talking about her,” he said as if all my questions were answered. “We’ve got more important matters to discuss.” He lifted the lube, uncapping it.
My eyes widened. “Such as?” My voice was breathless.
“When are you giving me more children?” he answered in a nonchalant manner, squeezing lube onto his fingers.
I swallowed, my body growing hot, nipples hardening at the sight of his actions.
“W-we just got married.”
“Three months ago,” he muttered, moving to the bed.
I nodded and began crawling backwards.
“You know what happens when you try to run,” he warned, angling his head menacingly.
I could hardly believe how my body was already responding to his taunting considering he wasn’t even touching me. But it was always like this with him.
He caught me around one leg, pulling me to him at the edge of the bed. “You’ve never let another man touch you here.” He lowered the fingers with the lube on them to the opening of my backside.
I inhaled sharply when he began probing my hole. It hadn’t been a question but I still felt the need to answer. “N-no,” I moaned as his fingers sunk in deeper to my anal cavity. The idea alone of anyone but Aaron touching me in that way was unfathomable.
“Good. I would kill any man that has.” He kept his eyes on me, pulling his fingers in and out, ensuring I was well coated. “The knowledge that another man has seen you naked is taking all of my restraint to not have my security find him and bring him to me, as it stands now. You don’t want to know what I’d do to the man who’s had your ass as well.” His fingers picked up pace and his other hand moved to my clit, rubbing it.
I tightened my hands into the bedsheets, lifting my hips.
“You’re tight. Not ready for my cock yet but the plug will help.” He withdrew his fingers, pulling a whimper of need from my lips. He lifted the butt plug from the nightstand, lowering it to my anus. “Don’t tense up. Exhale,” he ordered.
I did as instructed and he slipped the plug into me at the same time I released the breath. I watched, my eyes halfway closed, as he lowered his briefs, freeing himself. He positioned himself on the bed, placing the tip of himself right at my vaginal opening. For once, he left my hands free, allowing me to wrap them around his waist. He peered down at me, eyes and face intent as he pushed into me with one forceful thrust.
A gush of air expelled from my body and I let out a silent scream, mouth ajar. I felt completely stuffed. Aaron wasn’t small by any account. Without the plug he was almost too much for me but with it, I felt impossibly tight, almost like a virgin again. But unlike that first night, Aaron didn’t give me time to adjust to his girth. He rammed in and out of me, in an obvious way of claiming me.
He growled, and pulled at my hair, exposing my neck again for him to taste as he saw fit. I dug my nails into his muscled ass, which only spurred him on. He was dogged in his strokes, giving me deep plunges that were on the borderline between pain and pleasure. I didn’t need to hear the words to know he was telling me, once again, that I was his. He took my mouth, claiming it savagely, the same way he was doing to my pussy.
I knew from the first night we’d been together, until then, why he’d waited so long to get physically intimate with me. Why he’d stopped me from kissing him those times. It was because of this. Because he knew he’d lose all restraint. He thought I was too sensitive to take the beast that laid inside of him. But as I came for probably the hundredth time that day, I pulled him to me, urging him to go deeper, to give me more. He wasn’t too much for me. He was exactly what I needed—who I needed.
When he lowered his head and bit my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth and moaning as he came inside of me, I knew too, that we had indeed made another baby that day.