“Husbandnapping, technically.”
As we walk out the front, everyone cheers—throwing pearls and flowers and confetti. The sun has long set, so it takes me a second to realize our car to leave is actually Aaron’s bike. I turn to glare at him.
“At least tell me you brought two helmets this time.”
“As if Tina was letting us pull away without them.” Good point. Aaron puts the blue-bird helmet on my head and makes sure it’s tightened correctly before mounting the bike.
He puts his own on and starts the ignition—holds a hand out for me. The crowd is cheering as I take it, throwing a leg over the passenger seat and settling in behind him. I slide forward—press my hips to his back as tightly as possible. As soon as we’ve pulled away from the curb, my clasped hands move from their spot on his stomach to tracing his thighs, groping the growing bulge in his pants, over his button-up. I feel as he tenses further and further.
The hotel we’re staying at for the night is next to the closest airport. We got a suite with a king bed and a huge tub even though we’ll only be here for the night. Aaron parks the bike, and oncewe’re both off and our helmets are removed, he grabs my wrist and pulls me to him.
“You’re a little tease. I’ll punish you for that.” He says it like a threat, and I love the way it sounds—the way it caresses my body.
“Can’t wait.” I whisper back, letting him drag me to the building. Once in our room, Aaron goes straight to the bathroom and turns on the shower. I sit on the bed and take a moment to reminisce on the night—the ceremony—the reality I’m in.
“Baby?” My eyes shoot open to where Aaron stands completely nude in front of the bathroom door. “Shower with me.” He’s not asking.
Very slowly does he remove my clothes—piece by piece. I watch him in the mirror, watching his eyes as they trace me in real time—obsessed, entranced—so fucking horny. He loves me.
Once I’m naked, he kisses the scar on the back of my neck—lays a palm over my stomach. I feel his hard dick press against my ass.
“We’re married.” He says softly—gently bucking up against me as I watch him watch me.
“Finally.” He grins.
We get into the shower, and he once again takes his time—ignoring both of our very obvious, very hard erections, and washing my body, my hair. He kisses my skin and breathes me in.
“I can’t wait to wake up next to you every day for the rest of my life. To smell you on my clothes and in my sheets.” I try my best to hold in the low moans his words are stirring up but I’m unsuccessful and in result his cock jumps—his breathing picking up. As soon as he’s washed, we’re on the bed and he’s on his knees peering down at me where I lay.
“Aaron—what are you going to do to me?” His hands grip my thighs, rubs them as he sighs and closes his eyes.
“Benjamin Archer—I’m going to fuck into you as deep as I possibly can—as hard as I can. Over and over. You’re legally mine now and I want to watch you come again and again and again until I have to forceyou to stop.”
“Aaron—” I’m whining, lifting my hips up for him to touch me. “Do it then.” He clicks his tongue at me.
“So impatient. So naughty. But it’s your wedding day, so I’ll let it slide. But only this once.” Disappointed, I sit up quickly—watching as his eyes widen and ignoring the shocks of pleasure I feel as I feel friction on my dick.
“Spank me.” I tell him, staring up at him with the eyes of a desperate—pleading disciple begging to be taught. “Please spank me, Aaron.” I’m pulled up off the bed in the blink of an eye.
“Hands on that desk. If you can keep yourself up, if you can take it—I’ll show you mercy. I’ll save you, baby.” My palms slam down on top of the desk.
“Oh, God.” He’s rubbing my ass with his palm as I shiver under him.
“Yeah—I’m right here.” I can feel it when he angles his body—when his hand lifts—I don’t need to turn.
When his palm comes down with a loudcrackthat echoes throughout the hotel room—all of the air and the sobs get lodged in my throat. I jolt forward—managing to keep myself up with the support of the desk, but I see nothing—hear nothing. I want it so bad. This pain-coated pleasure—these little moments of nothing that Aaron gives me so sweetly. I can feel the air rushing into my lungs, the blurry desk coming into view as a choked sob leaves my throat.
“Nghh. So much.” I cry. It’s so much—I love it so much—I need it so much. I mean all of these things at once and I hope he understands. Aaron is standing at my side, watching me as he strokes himself with his left hand. His black curls are damp from the shower and sticking to his skin—his pupils dilated as he licks his lips.
“Yeah, kitten? So much? You want it harder?” I’m nodding frantically, now taking a death grip to the edge of the desk. “Mhm—I’ll give it to you. You can have it harder.” I’m mid-moan when his hand comes down again. I don’t even register when I stop breathing this time—or if I’m still standing. Suddenly I’m here in thisspace of nothing and there’s so much bliss I’m nervous I might have come.
I can feel my own heartbeat as the blackness swallows me up more and more. Then, once again air returns to me and as my hearing returns I realize I’m already sobbing. Standing—thankfully.
“Mmm—you’re bleeding.” Aaron whispers into my ear and I shiver, turning my head to look up at him. “Fuck, you look so good like this. Like I’ve just fucked you up and you loved it.”
“Please, Aaron—more.” He grins, kisses my cheek.
“No more spanking—you’re bleeding. Did it feel good?” I nod. “You came really hard this time.” My eyes shoot to the desk and sure enough—I was right. I did come to the second hit. It felt too good.
