His thrusts were quick and deep, pulling out until it was just his head and then slamming into me roughly again. His hand didn’t leave my hip, assuring that I stayed where he wanted me. Never giving my aching body a chance to relieve the strain on my stretched muscles that were trying to hold me up.
He caught my breath, not allowing me to take a proper breath. Never releasing my mouth from his kiss.
I trembled, trying and failing to grip onto the smooth wall. When Koh found my hands moving, he took them both in one of his and pinned them over my head.
Restrained, unable to do anything but give into the pleasure he was feeding me, I stopped trying to hold in the raw need that escaped me through some embarrassing sounds. His hand on my hip tightened, becoming almost bruising as he gripped me.
But then his hand moved around, slid over my stomach and down. At first, he splayed his fingers over the lips of my sex, spreading them wide. I gasped, unsure why it felt different. But then they moved, his middle finger landing over my sensitive clit and making me jump.
There was no leading up to it. He didn’t take his time with a slow build. His rubbing was insistent. Authoritative. Demanding my orgasm reach the surface and forcing it out of me.
I wasn’t strong enough to even try to keep it in. It crashed over me in a hot wave as I cried out into his mouth. I couldn’t move, my tongue now trapped within the biting grip of his teeth as I rode out my climax, his finger never stopping the stimulation on my clit.
So rough, so dirty and overpowering. I had no choice but to submit to the compulsory pleasure that continued to stir inside me at his touch.
And then, he released inside me. Immediately, it dripped down my legs when he pulled back after his first shot. Several more times, he emptied himself; his finger on my clit stilled but didn’t move from me.
My chest heaved as we finally stopped moving. He wrapped an arm around my waist, allowing me to give my weak muscles a rest as we leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.
I swallowed, my eyelids dropping as I came down from the almost violent high. When he pulled us from the wall several minutes later, his cock dropping from my body and making a quietslapagainst his leg, I giggled.
“Beautiful sounds you make,” he murmured against my skin. I flushed.
He released me, and I took a minute to gather my composure before pulling my leggings back up. I couldn’t even find it in me to care that I still had his cum dripping from my pussy. It filled me with a sick satisfaction. Feeling his claim from the inside out.
When Koh kissed me in a long languid kiss and then continued down the stairs, I realized I’d been going up, but for the life of me, couldn’t remember where I’d been heading or what I thought I was going to do.
Stopping on the second landing, I headed into my rooms. Pausing inside my personal lobby with books and lots of comfortable seating, I looked around. Trying to memorize each detail right down to the wood grain on the shelves. How the lighting in here was serene but never too dark to read. The cushions on the built-ins were thick and soft, with fabric that you couldn’t help but want to rub your hands over.
To my right, I walked into my closet-turned-everything room and wandered around. Looking at my boxes stacked against the walls under the hanging bars. My computer on the vanity desk. The center bank of drawers that held my clothes, art supplies, and other random things.
My en suite was to the left, on the same wall as the door from the lobby. A water closet with a bidet as well as a toilet. There was a large shower with a bench along the back. A large rain head at the opposite end, all tiled in exquisite quartz.
I also had a deep soaking tub in front of the window overlooking the backyard and the long sink and countertop across from it. The room was as big as my bedroom in the city.
Running my fingers along the surfaces, I turned and headed back into the closet to stare at my computer. I haven’t touched work in weeks. Haven’t even responded to their inquiring emails, texts, or phone calls. A no call, no show quit was not something I wanted on my employment record, but being so unsettled with what I wanted to do in the future, I couldn’t bring myself to care very much.
It's not exactly that I didn’t care, but if I was going to die soon, I didn’t think spending my days with spreadsheets was how I wanted to spend the last minutes. Of course, thinking that I was going to do it was like challenging the universe to make it happen.
That’s certainly not what I wanted. But if it meant surviving and losing any of my husbands, I think I’d rather die than live a day without them.
“Morbid thoughts,” I mused as I turned to my sitting room. The rounded balcony off the room let in a lot of light between the windows and double doors. The sun streamed across the hardwood floors, shimmering and glittering beautifully. Across from the outside balcony were the double doors to the inside balcony that overlooked the ballroom on the first floor.
While the outside was gorgeous, I was enamored with the ballroom. Leaning on the rail of the balcony, I peered down into the empty room. The outside walls were lined in tall, magnificent windows made of leaded glass. The sun shining in made patterns all over the floor, only outdone by the large dome skylight above.
I stared into the empty room for a while, imagining myself a princess and attending balls with my charming prince. Princes. Many Prince Charmings. Eleven to be exact. And we spun around the floor while a grand orchestra played from the stage at the opposite end of the room. Changing partners in a complicated stunningly choreographed dance in which we all enjoyed each other.
With a sigh, I moved back into the sitting room, which was still largely empty. I had a couple easels set up with drying canvases (though they were plenty dry by now) and coverings over the beautiful floors. I poked my head into the kitchen in the corner and just stared at the unused space. It was a full kitchen, though small. I knew I could open the fridge and find everything to make myself a full lunch, whether that be a filled sandwich wrap or a stirfry.
Smiling softly, I moved back through the space and into my bedroom, where my large bed sat up on a platform, three steps from the ground. It faced a seating area with two wide couches, and beyond, windows and doors to the big round balcony facing the backyard.
There was art on the walls, mostly photographs. While I admired them all the time, this was the first time I realized that each was showing me something about my husbands. A flower stand with exquisite flowers and a storefront blurred in the background. Though I still hadn’t been there yet, now that I looked closely, I was sure that the image was taken right outside Saar’s flower shop.
The image of the engine on a plane wing was likely referring to Aratiri, our pilot. Maybe it was even his plane. There wasn’t enough of it in the picture to be sure.
The litter of puppies bundled in blankets, probably not more than a week old, was Nephele. I was even more sure when I saw a couple had their paws wrapped in bandages of some kind. When I looked closely, I could see a hand cupping one of the puppies in the background, the pup curled up and fast asleep.
The perfect rocking chair that I’d thought was just an image of a country estate was probably something that Raiden had made by hand. When I stepped closer and saw all the fine detailing on the surfaces, I was sure. Especially since there was a painted rock by the curved bottom of the chair.
