“You wanted me to delegate more? I’m delegating. Bar’s yours. Don’t break it or burn it down.” He pulled his keys from his jeans pocket, heading for the door. “So’s the club. Someone better be dead or dying if I get a call tonight.”
As officers, all three of them had keys to all club-owned businesses. Whether they had those keys on them was another story, and not Ghost’s problem. They were big boys who could figure it out. He had more important things on his mind. Ranger wasn’t on the schedule until Thursday, but the fucker could get off his ass and come into work if for some weird, unknown reason, Lucky, Bear, and Bulldog couldn’t figure out how to pour a fucking beer.
Given how much Bear had practically lived at the bar most nights pre-Tessa, he wasn’t all that worried.
For a Tuesday night, there was a bit of traffic on the roads—which, for this small town, meant there were three cages in line at the red light before him. His mind whirled with the possibilities and plans of how he would take Becks. Was shealready asleep? Maybe he could carefully crawl into the bed and wake her with his mouth on her clit. Was she awake and relaxing in the bathtub? He’d join her in the water and have her ride him. Perhaps she was lounging on the couch, watching a movie, and he could finish what they’d started that morning before rudely being interrupted by her brother.
Ghost’s cock ached harder at each new possibility. By the time he rode through the club gate, it was extremely uncomfortable to ride. He just barely had the wherewithal to set the kickstand before he jumped off the seat and headed inside. At least he didn’t kick the door in or slam it closed, or that might have ruined the surprise of him being home early.
The downstairs was mostly dark, except for the foyer light that she must have left on for him. He’d have to have a discussion with her about locking the doors when she was home alone. Club property was the safest place he could think of for her, but recent events proved they could never be too careful. Two winters ago, a former CIA assassin had managed to sneak on the property and cause a lot of mayhem. No system was infallible, and only an arrogant fool would believe so. Keys was many things, but a fool he was not.
Ghost toed off his boots by the door and hung up his cut on the rack on the wall. About halfway up the stairs, Ghost paused, an odd buzzing sound reaching his ears. At first, Ghost wondered if it was a hairdryer or something else women used to do their hair or makeup. He’d dated a lot of women, but never lived with one before. The fact that Becks had three boxes labeled for the bathroom was mindboggling to him, and he had no idea what appliances or supplies were in them.
But all thoughts of that sound being innocent left his mind almost immediately as a new one echoed down the staircase. A very low, very sensual moan. A moan that he knew intimately well.
A moan onlyheshould be eliciting from his wife.
He wasn’t entirely sure what emotions filled him upon hearing it. Confusion, jealousy, maybe a twinge of rage… The thought of another man being in his bed with her never occurred to him. The buzzing clued him in that the sounds Becks was making were self-induced. But the fact thatshewas making them without him…?
Ghost did not like that. Not at all.Hewanted to be the source of all his wife’s pleasure. Becks would never know ecstasy but byhishands, mouth, and cock. He was possessive and controlling enough to demand such within his marriage.
Their bedroom door was open when he stepped onto the landing, casting an ominous light into the dark hall. Ghost was on the verge of plotting to destroy all phallic-shaped toys within this house, wanting no cock—fake or real—but his own to touch his wife’s body.
Then the sight of his wife splayed out on their marriage bed reached him as he approached the doorway. Her incredibly luscious body captivated him, from the way her left arm was raised above her head to grip his headboard, to her closed eyes and gasping mouth, to her large tits rising and falling with her shallow breaths, to her quivering stomach that shook with desire, to her bent knees and open thighs that give him the perfect view of her wet pussy spread wide by the intruding purple toy she thrust into herself with her right hand… And holy fuck, was that his pillow under her perfect ass?
Perhaps destroying all phallic-shaped toys was a bit premature, but he’d be damned if she played by herself. He would not relent thathewould be the sole source of all her pleasure.
Ghost silently stepped into the room, removing his shirt in one easy motion. His belt jingled slightly as he unbuckled it, catching her attention and making her eyes fly open. Becksyelped, red-faced and wide-eyed at getting caught masturbating by her husband.
“Naughty wife,” he growled, dropping the belt to the floor. Opening his jeans, he pushed them and his skivvies down his legs to release his hard dick from the tight confines of denim.
Putting one knee on the bed, Ghost leaned forward enough to pull the vibrating dildo from her drenched core. She made a protesting whimper, and he practically could see her pussy clench around the empty air. Twisting the bottom to turn off the vibrations, he brought the fake dick to his face, where he sniffed her tangy scent before licking her arousal off the silicone. Christ, there was no better taste. He could feast on her for days, weeks, and never grow hungry.
Her eyes, already comically wide from shock at his presence, became saucers as she watched him lick her off the dildo like it was an ice cream cone. Was she surprised because it was a fake dick? She’d soon learn just how possessive Ghost could be when it came to devouring every piece of her. Once it was clean and dripping with his saliva, Ghost parted her glistening folds and slid the dildo back inside her.
Becks’ back bowed as she moaned at the entry.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he instructed, backing off the mattress. “And don’t close your eyes again. You will look at me while you fuck yourself with that cock, but first…” He reached under the mattress to grab the padded spreader bar he kept there. Kneeling on the bed, he buckled one side around her left ankle. Thank the Lords of Kink that these cuffs closed with buckles and not locks, because Ghost had no intention of leaving the bed to get the key and padlock set from his nightstand.
“And after you orgasm, sweet wife,” he moved onto her other ankle, “you will thank me for allowing you to continue rather than punish you for pleasuring yourself without me.”
As Becks’ mouth gaped open and closed several times, Ghost pressed the spring-loaded button in the center of the spreader bar, and in a single snap, extended the black metal to its full length. Her legs widened even more. This bar also had small D-hooks that allowed him to attach wrist cuffs to the center, either folding her forwards or backwards, depending on his preference, but he had no intention of grabbing the extra cuffs. He needed her hands free—at least for the time being.
“I… I wanted to do something for you,” she finally gasped out. “I thought you would be at work longer and wanted to remind you what was waiting for you at home.”
At the tip of her chin, Ghost looked over his shoulder to see her phone set up on a tripod, the camera aimed directly at the bed. It was in the corner of the room, capturing a wide-angle view of what Becks had been doing to herself. He’d been too fixated on her to have noticed it upon his entry.
Turning back to his wife, Ghost grinned down at her. Well, that certainly answered the question of whether or not she was into them taking dirty pictures and videos. “My dear, sweet Becks…” He reached forward, trailing a finger through her arousal that coated her folds around her stuffed pussy. “You have no idea the monster you just unleashed. Because now I am going to demand such a videoeverytime we are apart.”
Becks had never doneanything so bold as to record herself masturbating for a lover, but when she’d found her phone earlier, a simple text message to tell Ghost just hadn’t seemed enough. One of the boxes in the bedroom had her recording equipment, including the selfie stick with a tripod attachment she’d gotten online but had never opened. Since her phone hadbeen very, very dead, she’d had no choice but to place it in the corner next to an outlet. She’d never felt so open with a lover as she did with Ghost, and that gave her the confidence she needed to even think about recording herself, let alone actually do it.
The shock of finding Ghost standing at the end of his bed when he should have been at work nearly gave her a heart attack. That fear, though, quickly transformed back into arousal at the sight of his naked body as he stripped before her. And the spreader bar? That had been under hismattress?So readily available, like he’d been waiting for this very opportunity to grab it out. His words about her thanking him for choosing not to punish her should not have been so fucking hot.
What was this man going to do? Sure, she’d had kinky fantasies, but her love life had always been strictly vanilla prior to marrying Ghost. It was erotic and exciting, and made anticipation hum through her at the unknown of what he might do to her next.
Fucking herself with her favorite dildo for a camera was far different than doing so for someone actually in the room with her. At least with a video she could potentially edit something out. As if he sensed her apprehension, Ghost rested a hand on her ankle, just above the cuff he’d attached there. His heated expression did not change, nor did that wolfish smile on his face that had appeared after she’d pointed out the camera. But that small gesture of reassurance meant everything to Becks. He saw her nervousness, acknowledged it in such a way that it did not take away from the gravity of this moment.
It hadn’t taken her much earlier to get her blood pumping. She’d held his pillow to her nose, breathing in his masculine scent and aftershave, before placing the pillow under her hips. She doubted even watching porn would have affected her as profoundly as his scent had.
