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.
