There are some moments that you just know are going to stick with you for the rest of your life. For me, those are few and far between, simply because there’s not much that can affect me on that level. But when I open the door to Tess’s office expecting to surprise her and instead find her pinned against the wall of windows with one hand slapped over her mouth and the other working its way up between her legs, I know that memory is going to remain scorched in my retinas forever.
My brain empties. I’m both quick to understand and slow to accept the horror show that’s unfolding before my eyes. The fear that slams into me is debilitating, as surprising as it is unusual. I can count on one hand the amount of times I’ve felt panic for someone else and Tess now owns two of them in the span of a week.
If I’d been five minutes later, if I’d hit one or two more red lights on my way to her office, who knows what I would have walked in to find. The thought alone makes me want to chase after Franklin and finish what I started.
The rage that still thrums through my veins is hard to control. It wires every part of me, making me twitchy and full of bloodlust. But when I turn away from the desk and find my wife still huddled in the corner, a shell of her usual confident self, that anger withers away like smoke on a windy day.
“Come here.”
Tess does as I ask without hesitation, arms dropping to her sides as she walks up to me. Her gaze is raw and earnest, those eyes like troubled waters instead of the clear blue I’m used to. I’d do anything to scrub that murkiness away, to steal the pain of the last hour from her and bury it deep inside myself instead.
She closes the remaining distance between us and wraps her arms around my middle, pressing her cheek against my chest right above my racing heartbeat. It’s not dissimilar to the way she threw herself at me when I walked in earlier. I was lightheaded from discovering her being assaulted, uncomprehending of the situation but only focused on examining her from head to toe to make sure she was alright, at least physically. Selfishly, I’d needed to touch her. I’d thought that might be the very last thing she wanted, but she’d fallen into my arms, holding onto me desperately as she cried. Her whole body had racked with her sobs, splintering a part of me that I didn’t even know existed before today but was already entirely hers.
Now I squeeze her against me, relieved that even though she just watched me unleash the most demonic side of myself, she still knows there’s nowhere safer for her than with me.
Cupping her cheeks gently in my hands, I tilt her face back to look up at me. Her arms are still around my middle as we stand chest to chest. The urgency in my voice reflects the way my eyes rove eagerly over her face.
“Did he hurt you anywhere that I can’t see?”
She shakes her head and a monumentally relieved breath expels loudly from my lips.
“You stopped him before he could do any real damage.” A cloud passes over her eyes. “Thiago, what he said…it’s not true.”
“Stop.”
Her throat works. “I just wanted you to know that I would never have willingly let him touch me.”
I place my index over her lips, shushing her. “Stop,” I repeat, softer. “He assaulted you. Even if I hadn’t witnessed it, I would never have doubted that.” Brushing her hair gently back from her face, I add. “This is all my fault. None of this would have happened if I’d dealt with him at the charity event when he first touched you.”
Her hands tighten on me. “You couldn’t know he’d do what he did. This was a crazy escalation, I still can’t believe it.”
“I’d already decided you were mine back then. I should have protected you better. I will moving forward.” Bending my head, I bring my face inches from hers until our lips brush. “Can I kiss you?”
“Don’t ask,” she breathes, tilting her face up. “Please, don’t start asking just because he–”
Her words cut off when I press my lips against hers in a heated, owning kiss. My bottom lip slips between hers and she sucks it into her mouth, taking control. She pushes me backwards with hands on my abdomen as mine lift to tangle in her hair, angling her face to the side so I can deepen the kiss and thrust my tongue into her mouth.
The back of my knees hit soft material and Tess shoves me. I drop into a chair, my hands coming up to grip the armrests as I rip in a ragged breath and stare up at my wife. My brave, beautiful wife. She leans over me, her lips finding mine again in a passionate kiss. When I use my hold on the armrests to try and get up, she pushes me back down with firm hands on my shoulders.
Tess stands before me with an intense, impenetrable look on her face. Her chest rises and falls as she drags in breath after breath, staring intently down at me with her hypnotic blue gaze.
And then she lowers herself slowly.
My eyes track her closely until she’s down on her knees between my spread legs, her hands coming to rest suggestively high on my thick thighs.
Never cutting off the eye contact between us, she runs her palms carefully up my quads and to the buckle of my belt. Heat shoots straight to my groin.
“Stop,” I order, grabbing her hand. “I’m not going to fuck you after what just happened.”
Her answering look is assertive and confident.
“I want to,” she clips. “I choose to.”
There’s a fierceness to her tone that reveals she won’t be dissuaded. I’m not a decent enough man to try and talk her out of it a second time anyway.
Tess shakes off my hand, pulls the leather out of the buckle and pops open the button of my trousers.
I settle all the way back into the chair, groaning loudly when she pulls my zipper down and palms my dick over my briefs.
“Don’t move your hands from the armrests or I’ll stop,” she orders. There’s something about her taking control and ordering me about that sizzles the blood in my veins.
“That’s going to be hard, amor,” I mutter.
A hitched breath leaves my throat when she squeezes my length and rubs me up and down.
There’s a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“Not as hard as you,” she replies, before popping the band of my briefs down and freeing my cock.
My dick bobs between us, thick and angry and hard as stone like it always is when she’s near. Tess leans forward and dribbles saliva directly onto my tip. The visual is obscene and I’m already struggling not to release the armrest so I can bury my hands in her hair. She runs her palm over my head and down my shaft, wetting my length. Gripping me tightly in her hand, she starts moving up and down in twisting, squeezing motions. A trail of goosebumps explodes up my back and my breathing falters.
The physical sensations are nothing compared to the total mindfuck that is seeing the expression on her face. She stares at my dick wide-eyed and open-mouthed like she’s never seen anything more beautiful in her life. Her gaze pings from my length to my face, her attention drawn to my mouth when I drop my head back and curse loudly.
Growling, I lift my head and stare down at her. “What did I tell you about looking at my cock like that?”
“That you’d…that you’d shove it down my throat.”
Darkness gleams in my eyes. “So what are you waiting for? You wanted to get on your knees for me. Why don’t you open that pretty mouth and remind me what it can do?”
I grunt when she squeezes my shaft in warning, eyes flashing. “No. You’re not in charge right now. I’ll suck your dick when I’m good and ready to.”
Then she leans forward and tentatively licks a line up the seam of my balls, blowing a breath on the wet skin. A full body spasm slams through me.
“Jesus,” I rasp.
Encouraged by my violent reaction, she sucks one of my balls into her mouth. Rolling it gently between her lips, she combines laps of her tongue against the soft flesh with swift pumps of her hand up and down my shaft. My pulse pounds loudly in my veins as my eyes roll back into my head.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.
The way she stares up at me with her nose pressed up against my cock is criminal. Power shines brightly in her eyes. She’s getting off on her control, on seeing me lose mine. She alternates between my balls, sucking one into her mouth, then the other, as her other hand comes up to join the first on my shaft. And then she’s jerking me off with both hands at once, making me lose my mind as she continues to tongue me with the skills of a pro.
Red, angry possessiveness slithers into my veins, making my hands twitch dangerously on the armrests.
“Who the fuck taught you how to do this?” I demand. Realizing any answer is going to piss me off, I screw my eyes shut, grit my teeth and throw my head back against the chair. “Never mind, I don’t want to know. Whoever he is, he’s dead,” I grunt, mindless with lust. “He’s fucking dead.”
The thought of her doing this with another man is enough to kill my erection, so I wipe the visual from my mind before it does. I thrust savagely up into her grip, trying to get more, harder, faster. Desperate to stuff her mouth full of my cock so she forgets every single fucker that came before me.
“Metértela en la boca,” I demand, so dazed with desire that I lose my command over the English language.
Pleasure tightens my abdomen until I can barely breathe. I’m white knuckling my hold on the armrests to keep myself from reaching for her, the wood creaking loudly under the force of my grip.
When she licks a straight line from the seam of my balls up my entire shaft and then swirls her tongue around my tip, collecting the pre-cum glistening there, I nearly blow. She traces the deep groove of my head, circling it over and over with her hot tongue.
“Amor…ugh. Ah, god, amor, I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”
“Your cock is so pretty, did you know that?” she purrs, lapping at my shaft with greedy, speedy laps of her tongue.
Peering up at me from beneath her eyelashes, she trails her tongue slowly up to my tip, pauses, then closes her mouth around my head.
Then she takes the entirety of my cock between her lips and pushes down, continuing until her face is pressed against my groin and my dick hits the back of her throat.
I suck in a shocked breath. My head goes back and I let loose a long list of vulgar expletives as pleasure fires through every synapse in my entire body. Not wanting to miss a second of seeing her mouth stretched around my cock, my neck snaps forward and I stare down at her. I find her eyes still on me, gleaming arrogantly at my reaction. She pulls back and releases me with a pop before coming all the way back down once more.
“Good girl,” I groan. “Suck it just like that.”
Pleased by my praise, she hums, sending a flurry of vibrations up my shaft. More goosebumps erupt up my back and over my nape, making me shudder violently. She rolls my balls with one hand, the other wrapping around my base and moving in conjunction with her wet mouth.
I thrust up into her throat and she chokes loudly. The obscene sound has dark possessiveness blasting through me. The visual of her unable to breathe because my thick cock gags her is almost too much to bear.
“Let me touch you,” I breathe. My grip is painful on the armrest, my fingers red and strained from the effort.
Her hair falls in front of her face as she bobs up and down, sucking my dick into her mouth with unabashed enthusiasm. I’m itching, twitching, dying really, to push it off her shoulders so I can see her. To fist it in my hand and use it to guide my cock deeper into her throat. I’m desperate to get involved.
“Say I can touch you, amor.”
Her tongue flattens and swipes across my shaft as she takes me in and out of her mouth. Her lips suction around my base, suckling me deep, adding a kind of dizzying pressure that makes me lightheaded. The wet sounds of my cock fucking her mouth, of every inch sliding into the back of her tight throat, drive me insane.
Just when I think she’s going to ignore me again, she releases my cock and her eyes find mine, dark intent shining in them as she licks her lips.
“Beg.”
She issues the simple, single-worded command and immediately takes me entirely back into her throat. I hiss in physical response, hiss at the clear power play that is the gauntlet she just threw down. Her satisfaction at turning the tables on me is evident in the way her eyes flash brazenly. She’s got a vengeful side to her, my wife, and that hardens my dick even further.
I don’t beg. It wasn’t hard for her to deduce that without me having to confirm it.
What she didn’t take into account is the fact that none of my normal rules apply to her. They never have. I’d beg her for thirty days and thirty nights if it meant spending just thirty more seconds with her. I’d get down on my knees and plead if it meant I’d get just one more soft touch from her. I’d throw myself at her feet for one smile. Begging implies desperation and that’s exactly what I am when it comes to getting more of her.
Desperate.
Beyond salvation.
“Please.”
Her eyes flare wide in a mix of surprise and arousal. She chokes, caught off guard by my easy capitulation. I’m already moving before she’s even nodded, wrapping my hands in her hair and guiding her head down until she’s taken all of my cock.
“Mhmm,” I say, moaning approvingly. “That’s how you do it. Take me all the way back into your throat. Yes…yes. Take it all.”
I’m delirious with lust, my hands unable to stay in one place. They go from her hair, to her cheeks, to her tits where I tweak her tight nipples, and back to her hair. When I hear her choke again on one of my upward thrusts, I grab her around the waist and pull her up until she’s straddling my lap.
“Hey!” she whines, surprised at the abrupt change. “I wanted–”
“Another time,” I grunt, positioning her knees on either side of my legs. “I need inside you now.”
I laugh when she pouts adorably at my refusal to come down her throat, and lean forward, capturing her lips with mine. Reaching up between her legs, my fingers find her panties and tear them off. The sound of ripping makes her gasp and I thrust my tongue inside her mouth, tasting myself on hers. Two fingers go to her center, testing her preparedness.
My smile is arrogant. “Wet and ready for me as always.”
I catch her answering moan with my lips, kissing her again. My cock finds her entrance and then I’m pushing in, pressing her hips slowly but relentlessly down until she’s fully seated on me. She whimpers into my mouth at the tight stretch. There’s something about kissing her while I’m sliding inside her that makes my heart trip exultingly in my chest.
Knowing that someone almost forced her to do this against her will, that someone tried to take what belongs to only me and her, has fresh fury flaring in my eyes. Tess sees it, her own gaze softening at the anger she finds in mine.
“Don’t think about it,” she whispers, cupping my jaw and pressing featherlight kisses on my lips. “Fuck me. Fuck me knowing that I want it, that I want you.”
If she was trying to make me come in record time, she couldn’t have picked better words. I clench my teeth to keep my orgasm at bay and tear at her blouse instead. Buttons go flying, revealing a pretty pink bra holding even prettier perky tits. With one hand, I dig my fingers greedily into the cheek of her ass, using it to guide her hips as I thrust into her. With the other, I pull down the cups of her bra and suck her taut peak into my mouth.
Her back arches wantonly in response. She hovers just above my lap, the perfect position for me to pound inside her as I bite the tight little bud. Her hands are in my hair, clutching me impatiently against her chest as she moans loudly.
“Please,” she gasps, begging herself now. “More.”
I capture her other nipple between my teeth and tug at it, making her shriek. My thrusts turn savage, my pace brutal as my hips power up into her. Then I reach between her legs and find her clit, rubbing it with rough fingers.
“Your clit was getting a little lonely without any attention, wasn’t it, amor? We can’t have that.”
I pinch it between my thumb and index and Tess’s eyes roll back into her head. Her mouth parts on a silent scream as her gaze comes to mine. She shudders violently, her muscles clamping down forcefully on my cock as she comes, and then she falls forward against my chest, spent.
Her arms come around my neck, her face burying in my throat like she did earlier. Harsh breaths hit my skin as her lungs search for oxygen. She’s still fully impaled on my cock and I’m thrusting lazily, my hands coming to caress her back and waist.
“You’re not done,” I murmur against the shell of her ear. She pulls back to rest her head on the edge of my shoulder so she can look at me. “You wanted to be in control, so do it. Get me off.”
Challenge flashes in her eyes and then she starts rolling her hips. She doesn’t move, doesn’t get up, her chest still against mine, her arms still around my neck as she starts riding me with undulating hips. The closeness causes her clit to rub against my groin with every bounce and I can see the fresh pleasure etching itself on her features.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look when you’re bouncing on my cock,” I growl. “But bouncing on my cock in your corner office? That’s hot as fuck.”
She mewls pornographically, her face flushed. A pleased smile tugs at her lips and a matching one comes across mine.
My hands grab her cheeks, using them to guide her deeply down on my length. I’m obsessed with her ass. Gripping and parting it now as I fuck her leads to new lewd fantasies. There’s one final little hole that I need to make mine, but not now. She’s not ready.
Tess takes a page out of my book and tears the top buttons of my dress shirt. When she rakes her nails down my chest, my abdomen tightens and she feels it.
“You’re fucking incredible,” I moan gutturally. “I’m going to come so hard.”
Her pace increases, her hips slamming down on mine dementedly. I hiss when she squeezes her pussy and she hears it. Encouraged by my reaction, she squeezes again and again, tightening around my cock like a vise and pulling me towards an explosive orgasm.
Sensing that I’m close, she tilts her face up into my neck and sucks my pulse point into her mouth, then grinds her pelvis down on me, taking me impossibly deep.
White-hot stars of pleasure shoot into my eyes and I come with a loud roar. Greedy hands keep her speared on my dick the entire time I climax, making sure every drop of cum shoots into her tight pussy. She shatters noisily, her muscles fluttering enthusiastically around me as we come together.
We stay like that for a long time, with her laying on my chest and my arm wrapped around her lower back, holding her to me. My cock is still hard and remains so the longer it stays in her pussy.
She giggles softly and I look down at her in question. “Having sex in my office has always been one of my biggest fantasies,” she explains.
A displeased rumble rolls up my chest. I palm the side of her throat in warning.
“Tell me I’m the only man to have made your fantasy come true before I burn your office down.”
She laughs easily, unfazed by my jealousy. “Of course, I wouldn’t do that with just anyone.”
“Only with your husband.” My tone is distinctively satisfied when I answer, my hand squeezing her neck possessively.
“Only with my husband,” she agrees, calming the territorial devil inside me. “It was on my bucket list.”
“I didn’t realize this was a dirty bucket list.”
She giggles softly. “Some items are naughty, some are nice.”
I groan, tightening my grip in response. After a few moments of comfortable silence, I add, “I missed you today.”
Tess sits up on my lap, whimpering softly when she accidentally pushes my cock further inside her. I hiss in a breath myself at how sensitive it is.
“Is that why you came here?”
I shake my head and her face falls slightly. She masks it away but not before it sends a pang to my stomach. Her every facial expression has me in a lethal chokehold and I’m not sure she even knows it.
Missing her is my baseline state of being when she’s not around. It would have been enough to bring me here even without the other, more pressing reason – I couldn’t spend another day without publicly claiming her.
“I came because I had to give you something and I didn’t have the patience to wait until you came home to do it,” I say, reaching deep into my pocket and stretching my palm out between us.
Looking down, her brows furrow briefly in confusion before smoothing and raising in surprise. Her eyes flick up to mine, wide and open.
“Is that–”
“A wedding ring.”
Taking her left hand in mine, I remove the diamond and slide the gold band down her slender finger. Her lips part as she then watches me push her engagement ring back into place. I keep her hand clasped in mine, tattoos contrasting with pale skin, as she looks down at it quietly. Her eyes lift up to mine with an unasked question in them.
“You’re my wife, not my fiancée. Wives wear two rings.” I reach up to wrap her throat in my hand, smirking at her. “More if you keep sucking my cock like you just did. I’ll buy you diamonds for every finger.”
Blushing, she tips her chin at me. “What about you?”
A crooked grin touches my lips. I was hoping she’d ask. Digging into my pocket again, I pull out a matching ring for me and show it to her.
“Wait,” she exclaims, stopping me when I try to put it on. “What are you doing? You can’t put that on yourself.”
Tess clasps my hand in hers and takes the ring from me with the other. I watch, transfixed, as she slips the band slowly on my fourth finger, all the way down until it slips into place with decided finality. It feels a lot more intimate than our actual roughshod wedding, not because I’m still buried deep inside her, but because I’m not forcing her this time.
She puts the ring on me voluntarily and that does something absolutely devastating to my insides.
