Victorious (26 page)

“I’d like to think about it.”

“Take all the time you need, and feel free to say no. I promise that if you do, that’ll be the end of it.” I reach for her and bring her onto my lap because I need to hold her right now. “If you’re at all interested, it’s something you should consider very carefully. By now you have a better idea of the kind of attention it would generate and whether or not you can handle that. I’ve already asked so much of you. I don’t want this to be another thing you feel you have to do for me. This is about you and sharing your incredible story with the world. It’s yours to tell or not tell, and that will always be the case.”

“I appreciate that you find my story compelling enough to even consider something like this.”

“It’s an incredibly compelling story. I’d love to tell the whole world how lucky I am to be married to you.”

She smiles and kisses me. “I’ll think about it.”

“Okay, then. You and I have a hot date tonight, and we need to get ready.”

“Get ready how?”

“Come with me, and I’ll show you.”

Chapter 13

Apparently, “getting ready” to go to the club involves a shower with my husband, during which he lifts me, props my back against the wall and takes me hard and fast as the steam rises around us.
 

“I’ve wanted to fuck you in the shower again since the first time we did it,” he whispers in my ear as he pounds into me.
 

“You do some of your best work vertically.”

He laughs and drops his head onto my shoulder. “Don’t make me laugh when I’m trying to make you come.”

“Where else have you wanted to do it?” I manage to ask.

The hands that are gripping my bottom tighten and spread my cheeks apart. “Here.”

The thought of it makes my entire body tingle. “So you’ve said.”

“I had another dream.”

I open my eyes and find him watching me, gauging my reaction.

“Will you tell me about it?”

“After I make you come.”

“Mmm, hurry.”

That I’m curious and eager to hear about his dream seems to spark something in him, and he picks up the pace, driving into me repeatedly until we’re both coming.
 
He holds me close to him for several minutes before easing me back down to stand on wobbly legs.
 

We get out of the shower and dry off. I’m reaching for a robe when he takes my hand and leads me to our bed. He lifts the covers. “In.”

“I thought we were going out.”

“We are. Later.”

“Okay…” I get into bed, and he follows me. We come together in the middle, arms and legs wrapped around each other in a routine that has become wonderfully familiar to me. I can’t remember what life was like before I got to sleep in his arms every night. But we’re not sleeping now, and judging by the fiery heat I see in his eyes, we’re not going out for a while either. “Tell me. I want to know what you dreamed about.”

“We were at the club. We’d been working up to this moment for weeks. Everyone was there to watch. You’re bent over the spanking bench, and I’ve used my paddle. Your ass is hot and red, and your pussy is so wet, it’s running down your legs.”

I squirm to get closer to him. Even though he came not even ten minute ago, he’s hard again. His hand cups my ass to bring me in tight against him, his finger dipping between my cheeks.

“You’re wearing the biggest plug I have, and it was a struggle for you to take it. I tell you it’s got nothing on me, and you begin to tremble. Your entire body is vibrating, and I haven’t even turned on the plug yet.”

His finger slides through the slickness between my legs and presses teasingly against my back entrance, making me burn with desire.

“Do you want to hear more?”

My mouth is so dry that I nod in response.

“I need the words.”

“I-I want to hear more. I want to hear it all.”

His low growl is hugely arousing to me. Knowing I’m turning him on by letting him speak to me about his fantasies excites me beyond belief.
 

“In my dream, I can tell you’re scared. I want to take away your fear by showing you how amazing it can be to give up control to me, to trust me with your pleasure. I ask if you want to stop and remind you of your safe word. You’re afraid it will hurt, and I tell you it will, but only for a short time. Then it will feel so good. So unbelievably good.”

His finger dips inside me, making me tense and excited and eager all at the same time. I still can’t believe how much I love being touched there. It sets me on fire every time he does it.
 

“I promise you the most powerful orgasm of your life.”

I tremble at the thought of it. More powerful than what I’ve already experienced with him?

“First the plug has to come out, and it’s as difficult coming out as it was going in. Of course I take my own sweet time and work you up until you’re practically begging me to do it. Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Let me hear you say the words.”

“I want you to… To fuck my ass.”

“Fucking hell, that’s so hot. Hearing you say those words… God, Nat…”

His finger pushes in deeper, and I strain against him, needing more. He lifts my leg up and over his hip, and enters me, giving me half of him as he continues to torture me with his finger. If talking about it is this intense, I can’t imagine what actually
doing it
will be like.

“The plug finally pops free, and I move fast to lube up myself and you and begin to press into you. Right away, you panic. You tell me it’s too big. Of course that only makes me bigger.”

Despite the assault on my senses, I laugh.
 

“You make me laugh when I ask you if you’re ready for more and you ask how there can be more. But you can’t see what I can, that we’ve only just begun. I try to give you something else to think about by playing with your clit and nipples, and when you’re distracted, I’m able to give you more.”

I groan at the thought of what it will feel like.

“Jesus, Nat, you’re so tight and hot. Your muscles are rippling around my finger.”
 

And sure enough, he gets bigger inside me, stretching me nearly to the point of pain once again.

“You say, ‘Holy fuck.’ I’ve never heard you say that word before unless I was making you say it. It’s so hot to hear you say it when I’m taking your ass. I ask you if it still hurts, and you say, ‘Not like it did.’ But it doesn’t feel good yet. I’m determined to get you there. I tell you to relax, and you snap back at me, saying, ‘
You
try to relax when you’ve got a gigantic cock jammed up your ass.’ You make me laugh, even when I’m trying to concentrate and make this good for you.”

He withdraws his finger and presses it back into me. This time a second finger joins the party.
 

“I start to move in and out in small increments until I’m certain you’re ready to take the rest. You scream when I press all the way into you, giving you the widest part of me. I start to fuck you, slowly, carefully, and the noises you make, Nat… God, I’m crazy, knowing you’re finally enjoying it. I touch your clit… Do that now. Touch yourself.”

I’ve never done that before, but I’m so desperate to come that I don’t hesitate to reach down to where I’m stretched around him. I can’t believe how wet I am. I circle the hard nub of my clit and gasp from the pleasure that zings through my entire body. Every sense is on full alert, and I’m so ready to come.

“Flynn…”

“Who am I in this scene?”

“Sir… Please… Let me come.”

“We’re not done yet.”

I groan in response to that. How can there be more?

“I fuck you until I can’t hold back anymore. I need you to come so I can, too. Come for me, Nat.”

I press down hard on my clit as he slides deeper into me with both his fingers and his cock. The orgasm hits me like a tsunami, and I scream from the power of it. It’s without a doubt the strongest one I’ve had yet, and that’s saying something.

He groans as he comes, too. “Fucking hell, Nat. That was so hot and so amazing.”

“I want to do it. What you described… I want it, Flynn.”

A big shudder rocks his body. “We have to get you ready.”

“Okay.”

“Will you wear a plug for me tonight?”

“Yes.”

“No hesitation?”

“None.”

“I feel like I have to be dreaming, that I can share this with you, Nat… I can’t even tell you what it means to me.”

“I want to share everything with you.”

“The plugs are downstairs. Will you come down with me?”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

Her eager response is the most incredible aphrodisiac. I’ve had her twice in an hour, and I’m already ready for more. After a quick stop in the bathroom to clean up, I go into the kitchen to get the key to my room downstairs. I can’t believe I’m about to take Natalie, my wife and the love of my life, into my most private world.

It’s a dream come true.
She
is a dream come true.

We’re both still naked when she follows me downstairs and stands in the middle of the big space, taking it all in again. Her nipples are tight and standing at full attention, her fingers linked together in front of her as her eyes move slowly from the implements on the wall to the spanking bench and cross, and then up to the ropes hanging from the ceiling.

“What are they for?” she asks of the ropes.

“Suspension and bondage. A lot of what I have down here requires pretty heavy bondage for it to be safe, so we won’t be spending much time here. I can’t play with you on the cross, for instance, unless I know you’re safely attached.”

“I might be willing to try it. Someday.”

I shrug. “If it happens, great. If not, no worries.”

“What’s that?” she asks, pointing.

“That’s a Tantra chair. Lots of cool positions. Deep penetration.”

“Could we try that sometime?”

“Absolutely.”

I go to the armoire and retrieve the largest plug I own. “Come on over here.” I gesture to the spanking bench and tell her where to put her knees and elbows so she’s bent over in the proper position. Opening a bottle of lube that warms on contact, I prepare her and the plug.

“Ready?”