SHADOW
It was kindly awkward lying down with my husband in bed and doing nothing but stare at the ceiling. He was only in his boxers, while I was in his baggy shirt. I felt suddenly nervous as the room fell into silence.
I couldn’t read his mind anymore, which was a bummer, so I could not find out what he thought unless I asked him. In this case, it was not going to happen.
“Your heartbeat is rising, baby. What’s on your mind?” he finally talked, but he didn’t move.
I had to tell him the truth. “I feel awkward with your silence.”
“Hmm.” He chuckled, finally facing me. He lifted his hand to touch my cheek. “Why is that?”
“I don’t know. The last time we were in bed.” I shrugged. I couldn’t finish my words. My cheeks heated. “Shit.”
I sat on the bed. Deep inside, I still hoped that Raven was still out there waiting to be found, but I should get to this person with anxiety and vulnerability and accept that she was forever gone.
“It’s fine. I was way over my head, thinking that we felt the same way.” He got up and leaned against the headboard. “I’m grateful you’re here with me right now. I need you, baby, not only physically but emotionally.”
“Fuck.” I pulled off my shirt, but he was quicker to get my cue.
He grasped me by my hips, lifted me onto his lap, and cupped my face with one hand and the other gripping my jaw. He kissed me with a hint of desperation. His mouth was hard and demanding, which took my breath away.
My fingers were shaking. My breasts were heavy, my nipples hard. My core ached, my clit throbbed, and my skin was in flames. When a moan slipped my throat, he broke away, breathing roughly.
“Why’d you stop?” I gasped at the loss. My lids drifted open, and I stared at him, confused. But I felt him. His erection was stiff and big. He wanted me, too.
He cupped my head again— this time, with both hands holding me still.
As he angled his head, he slid his mouth with the same urgency and act of desperation. I was also desperate to be touched, kissed like this, and feel him inside me.
My moan became loud as he sucked and nipped my bottom lip, then thrust his tongue deeply into my mouth, taking control. Then he broke away again. Still catching my breath, I yelped in surprise.
He pulled me up and then down on his lap, my face on the mattress, my ass in the air.
“Fuck. You’re not wearing panties.”
“Huh.” I couldn’t help but smile. He just noticed it now. “And you’re digging in my tummy, my friend.” His erection was hard as steel, but he didn’t seem to care. Surprisingly, he had everything under control.
“This is one pretty ass.” He pressed a hand on my spine, rubbing up between my shoulder blades. “Your bruises are healing.”
“With that kiss, this is the last thing I think of, Alpha.” I sounded like complaining. Maybe I was because I was wet and aching, yearning for something more, like mind-blowing orgasms, but a massage.
“Hmm. What are you thinking then?” He hardened the stroke—his palm spread, warming touch on my aching muscles.
“More like—” It actually felt good. I bit my bottom lip to stifle the moan, but my spine arched, desiring for more.
“What?” He squeezed my butt cheek. “What, baby?”
“Is this some kind of your torture because I went beyond your order?” I struggled to look at him. “And I gave you two blue balls in a row?”
“Relax. We both know you never take orders from me. In fact, you’re the boss of me, baby. You managed to break every barrier, every wall I built around, to lock away my emotions. You’re my undoing, my Achilles heel, and I couldn’t even punish you every time you defy me.”
“That’s an absolute lie.” I calmed at his words, and he continued rubbing my back and my butt cheek until he spanked my ass.
My voice echoed as it came to me in shock, partly yelp and gasp. Frightened, my body stiffened, my pulse pounding.
“What the fuck was that? Have you forgotten I’m human? Every spank you do, hit significantly painful.” I then groaned, sounding like a growl of a wolf as it came out violently.
“You just accused me of lying.” His voice went rough, and he began to slowly massage the spot where he spanked me and stroked gently.
“And you have to spank my ass?” I moaned, sinking my teeth into my lower lip. It actually felt so good— really good. Waves of pleasure radiated through me. My head bowed. “Don’t stop.”
He exhaled slowly and spanked me again on the other cheek. It stung. It should be ridiculous, but it kind of turned me on.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Not the slap. Since when did you enjoy violence in bed, Califf?” My heart pounded so hard. My breathing caught up.
“Should I stop?” He squeezed my butt cheek, then stroked gently between my thighs.
My mouth parted. My eyes crossed.
“You’re wet, and I’m waiting for your answer, Shadow.”
“Do it again.”
“Be more specific, baby.” I heard a smile in his words. He was enjoying this and wanted me to beg.
“Fuck you. You know what I mean.” I grunted in frustration.
“I actually don’t.” He stopped again. His rough hand remained between my thighs.
“Stop playing games, or I will stroke myself until I come.” I wiggled my ass, seeking a quick relief from the throbbing in my core.
Breathing raggedly, he said, “No one is playing games here, baby. I just want to know what you want.”
“You really make me do this, don’t you?” My voice was a combination of frustration and irritation. He was enjoying this too much, probably punishing me for giving him blue balls twice.
“You were complaining earlier, so, yes. I don’t want another broken nose.”
“Spank my ass, Califf. Then touch me and fuck me with your finger. I wanna come. Do you think you can do that?” I felt my cheeks burning, but who gave a shit right now. It was a desperate moment, and his bulging erection didn’t help.
“I will make you come. That’s a promise.” He punctuated it with a slap, then slipped his fingers down further and stroked me lazily, in no rush back and forth.
My eyes rolled. My body shook as I made a guttural sound. My nipples were hard they ached. I buried my face on the sheet as a shiver of pleasure rushed through me. I grew wetter. My face flushed that I could even hear my own wetness.
“Oh, Goddess.” I gasped for air, trembling madly as if I was going to lose my mind.
My breathing stopped. My heart nearly exploded.
“Breathe, baby.”
“It feels so good.” My hips began to move according to their free will in rhythm with his finger.
“You shouldn’t have doubted my intention. I will never deny you.” Another slap. Every time his hand made contact with my ass, it echoed in the room. Then he pressed his finger against my clit, then tugging gently.
“I know I’ve been a bad wife.” I moaned, my lids fluttering close.
“You’re anything but a bad wife.” He flipped me over, grabbed my head, fisted his hand in my hair, and kissed me so hard like he meant to be.
Delirious, a low growl rumbled in my chest as he finger fucked me so fast it sent a violent shockwave of pleasure through me. I writhed on his lap. Everything in my body pulsed, throbbed, and satisfied.
My eyes opened wide.
Moaning and arching, I breathed hard into his mouth until an ear-splitting cry erupted through me. My climax hit differently— my body contracted violently, and shuddering, I sobbed in pleasure.