"How do you feel?"
Lauren's eyelids fluttered a bit, just the way that always did when he used the Voice, this time deep, compelling, and with a rather startling note of sincerity. "M'okay," she mumbled, before shaking her head and standing straighter. "Surprisingly good, in fact." She felt absurdly grateful for the warm, approving smile her beautiful husband/captor/savior/assassin gave her in return.
"Good," he kissed the top of her head and led her from the bedroom. "Did you check your instrument for any damage from finishing off that oaf with the case?"
A bit of a laugh escaped from Lauren before she realized she was chuckling at someone's imminent demise, even if it appeared he'd certainly planned on killingher. "I did," she agreed, "that case is like titanium, I swear."
Back downstairs and opening the door to their connected garage, the girl stopped short. "Your Jaguar turned into... another Jaguar. That's the best fairy godmother ever."
Thomas laughed as he carefully stowed her instrument and opened her door, helping Lauren into the new car. "This is the F-type R Coupe, matte black and capable of 289 kilometers per hour on an open roadway. A crew from The Corporation's vehicles division retrieved the other car." He was just rounding the corner of the park that separated the elegant section they lived in from the more busy, crowded part of the area when Lauren's hand landed on his thigh.
"Stop the car."
He looked down, concern on his beautiful face. "Are you all right, darling? Are you sick?" With a sudden movement, his formerly shy wife was straddling him, hitching up her sweeping velvet skirt to rub her lace-covered mound against him. Hands sliding up to bracket his face, Lauren put her mouth on his, kissing him feverishly, hard sucks and licks along his lips until they opened and for the first time, she slid her tongue into his mouth with a sigh of pleasure. Thomas groaned. He knew she was simply feeling the giddy arousal that comes with survival, with violence and triumph. But her agile hips felt so good swirling against his crotch and good Lord, he'd been hard for the last hour. Still... "Lauren- sweetheart-" with an effort, Williams pulled his head back. "I don't want to take advantage of you after such an intense-" His delightful little trollop cut off his rather gallant effort by fastening her lips over his again and unzipping his fine wool trousers, yanking open the belt and making a guttural sound of delight in her throat when she realized her wildly arousing husband hadn't bothered with underwear that day. Thomas helped her by yanking aside her flimsy panties and holding his cock steady, his other hand on her hip and helping her center herself over him.
"Oh..." it was barely an exhalation from her open mouth, but Lauren's dreamy smile gave it away, her pleasure in sliding down, pushing herself over her husband's thick shaft. She hadmissedthis. Not that she would ever admit it, but god, Thomas felt so- A stifled chuckle from the man she was riding made her freeze in horror, which pulled a corresponding groan from Williams as she unconsciously gripped down on his cock at the same time. Dropping her face into his neck, Lauren mumbled, "I said that out loud, didn't I?"
Sliding his fingers into her hair, Thomas pulled her head up and looked at her, grinning, but his cobalt eyes warm, reassuring. "Well, yes, darling." He grinned again at her pleasurable shriek as he drove his hips up sharply against her, shoving himself deeper inside her pussy. "But I promise never to tell a soul. But as we're being so open with each other..." his hands gripped her waist and began moving her up and down on his shaft, pulling up quickly to hover just inside her opening, then brutally yanking her down on him, groaning against the pull and resistance of all that heat and wet inside his bride. "I quite agree. It has been far too long since I've been inside you." One of her hands gripped the shoulder of his suit, the other slid to the back of his neck as the girl tried to balance herself and kiss him at the same time. As his arms flexed, moving her faster, Thomas enjoyed watching the lovely bounce of Lauren's breasts, wishing he could rip the dress off of her and really enjoy this pretty body, this lovely, tight pussy that belonged to him. But instead, he settled for sliding his hands under her skirt and gripping the globes of her ass harshly, continuing to move his bride brutally fast, enjoying hearing her moan each time he bottomed out inside her. Feeling the first of those tempting flutters from inside her pussy, a flexing that rippled in tighter and tighter movements up and down his cock, Williams groaned and tried to focus. "I can feel you, sweet girl, you're tensing against me, ready to come. You want to come, don't you?" One long finger slicked against the lovely mix of her arousal and slid to the pucker of her ass, idly circling it as she stiffened. Which made Lauren clench down against his cock again.
"As much as I adore the strength of your warm little pussy, if you keep clutching against me, I fear you're going to rip my cock right off my body."
Lauren bit her husband's earlobe quite a bit harder than she'd planned. It was something she couldn't defend against- his deep, nearly guttural groan, the dark rasp of those filthy words in her ear, and the strength of him. Even arching her hips away from that damnable finger of his just drove her clit harder against the coarse hair on his pelvis. So really, there was nothing left for her to do but come. So, Lauren did, with a scream that startled even her, still pushing up and down on his spurting cock and rubbing her slickened ass against his scrotum. It was greedy, it was wanton, and she'd never come harder. Panting with her face buried in his neck again, the girl could hear her dark husband murmur "How beautiful you are, how sweet my good girl is, how delicious." He was stroking his hands soothingly up and down her back and kissing along the pale column of her neck. Lauren found she was shaking- she wasn't certain why. Thomas felt it, and wrapped his arms around her for a moment, feeling her chilly skin warm against his embrace and the shivering stop. "You're coming down from all that adrenaline," he soothed, kissing her again. With a regretful sigh, he helped her off his softening cock and pulled out the pocket square from his suit to help tidy her before straightening her panties back into place. Lauren was still silent, he noted, but Thomas didn't push her, simply settled her back in the low-slung leather seat and putting the car back into gear with a single, salacious wink.
Settling into her chair onstage and rapidly making sure her cello was still in tune, Lauren couldn't keep the silly, little smile off her face. She must be insane. She must be just as immoral and evil as her crime-lord husband. But she'd never felt so alive, almost fierce. So when she caught Macie looking over at her with a puzzled expression, she couldn't stop herself from giving her old friend a huge grin before leaning into the neck of the cello, bow poised and ready.
In the audience, Number One looked at the composed expression on the handsome face of his second in command, noting calmly that the fool's trousers bore blatant evidence of exactly why the new Mr. and Mrs. Williams missed the season-opening soiree.
Chapter 14 – Is My Terrifying Bride Brave, As Well?
In which Lauren is rewarded for being a complete badass by her doting spouse.
Part of Lauren sat somewhere outside herself for the next few hours, just watching in amazement at what had become of her. Not in the coping way she was used to - separating herself from misery or trauma - more like... astonishment.
Astonished at how she played beautifully in her first formal performance in the soaring hall of St. Luke's. How she kept her gaze from The Corporation's private box but bit back a smile, knowing her husband was watching her with a knowing gaze. How she graciously laughed and spoke with everyone afterward, hugging her fellow musicians. How she finally walked out the door to find Thomas waiting for her, leaning against a pillar with his arms folded. He leaned down to kiss her cheek, whispering in a voice so sinfully pleased, "Such beautiful work. I have never enjoyed a concert more, darling." Lauren bit back a groan, knowing she was flushing a mottled red and hearing his low chuckle as he took her cello case.
There was silence for a moment as Thomas's new matte black Jaguar turned for home.
A giggle erupted from Lauren before she put a hand over her mouth. As her husband looked over at her, brow raised, she finally offered, "Well, that was a full afternoon."
A fleeting smile went over his thin lips. "Quite. Are you all right?"
Shrugging, Lauren was about to go into her patented "I'm always fine!" response, then stopped and thought for a moment. "I'm... actually really calm. I probably should be more upset, huh?"
Thomas's warm hand slid over her thigh. "You were magnificent. I knew you were intelligent and resourceful, but really, darling, you exceed my expectations."
But the moment to really question her sanity began as Thomas took her hand and led her rapidly up to their bedroom. "Thomas..."
"Shhhh," he whispered, rapidly unzipping the back of her dress, "where did my magnificent Valkyrie learn to crush a villain's skull with her cello case?"
Despite the really distracting - and painfully arousing - feeling of her husband's lips moving down her spine, Lauren laughed, embarrassed. "Uh, some guy tried to mug me in Manhattan when I was attending Julliard. I was turning to try and run away from him when my arm swung out with my case and clocked the bastard. Knocked him right out." To her belated relief, Thomas did not admonish her for her language and merely gave a low, savage chuckle that made her shudder against his mouth.
"Clever girl," he soothed, "you didn't fall into hysterics, you were magnificent." Williams was mildly irritated as his bride pulled away from his efforts to strip her of her gown and turned to him.
"Soooo..." she drew out the question, knowing it would irritate him. "Will these random fender-benders be a part of life as a Corporation wife?" Lauren realized the question was ill-advised when a shadow fell over Thomas's beautiful face, like a cloud passing over the moon.
Harshly yanking down the black velvet clinging to her hips, he snarled, "I shall make quite certain we never hear from this particular brand of idiots again. Now…" his ocean blue eyes were traveling lazily up and down her body, appreciating her black, strapless bra and the little undies he'd slipped up her legs personally earlier that evening. "Perhaps you will allow me to focus on something far more interesting than those pathetic coke fiends. Your lovely breasts in particular."
Lauren allowed him to tumble them both on the bed and even wrapped her legs firmly around his narrow hips. Incongruously, however, she burst into laughter.
