Chapter Thirteen

Jonah

Autumn has been my wife for three days and already my house feels more like a home than it has since I built it a little over a year ago. For a girl that most would assume is a spoiled brat because of the privilege she was raised with, she is the sweetest, most down-to-earth person I have ever met.

We spend our nights in a tangle of naked limbs, her head resting on my chest as she sleeps peacefully. I've never slept much but suddenly I am able to fall into deep peaceful bouts of sleep. My heart and soul are at peace so it's easy to rest.

She loves walking through the bit of forest that surrounds the cabin we call home. She gets excited about seeing deer and constantly picks wildflowers to put everywhere. We have vases full of pretty flowers on every flat surface of the house.

She is out for a walk before we finally head over to her father's place to pick up her things. She has been living in my clothes these past few days. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing her in my clothes, but the winter is closing in and I would love for her to have some of her own warm clothes. If today doesn't work out the way I hope and her father bars her entry to her previous home, we'll end up going shopping instead.

Either way, today my wife is getting some clothes.

A bolt of arousal slams into me, directly from Autumn. She's a horny little thing and often comes to me at all times of the day and night to satisfy her needs. Again, you won't hear me complaining.

Her thoughts filter through to me, our bond finally fully set: This is where my life changed. Where it really began. I was so angry when he forced me to the ground. Now this is a place and a memory I will cherish forever. I wonder if I can get him to chase me again?

Fuck. My cock is a lead pipe in my jeans as I rub my hand over the distended length. I want to storm out of the house and chase her down to fuck her in the dirt. I hold back, though. We need to leave soon if we are going to get everything done today.

Instead, I lean against the counter, drinking my coffee and waiting for my wife to return. It's only a few minutes later that I hear her footsteps on the front porch before she pushes open the door. I take her in, as beautiful as the day we married, and wearing the same red lace dress.

She places her handful of wildflowers on the coffee table before pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulders. The red lace dress flutters to the floor, leaving her bare to my hungry gaze. She doesn't have any underwear so she is completely naked.

"I showered this morning," Autumn says, walking toward me slowly. "I don't smell like you anymore."

I frown, anger spiking in my veins. I don't like that idea.

She smiles serenely, placing her palm in the center of my chest. "I think you should remedy that before we go see my father."

Turning, she walks to the kitchen table, bending at the waist and lying flat on the wooden surface where we share our meals. She widens her legs, letting me see her dripping pussy. I stare for a long time before placing my cup on the counter and approaching her.

"You know I like to keep any schedule I set," I say softly, rubbing my hand over the soft skin of her left ass cheek. "Are you trying to tempt me, wife?"

"Is it working?" she asks breathlessly.

"You know it is."

"Will you fuck me?"

"Maybe. But first I think you need a lesson."

"Lesson?" Her voice is tainted with confusion.

My palm connects with her ass cheek. The globe wobbles beneath the blow as the flesh pinkens. I've come to learn these past few days that my wife likes a little pain with her orgasms. Spanking her pussy, twisting her nipples, pulling her hair, it all only serves to spike her arousal. She couldn't have been more perfect for me if I designed her in a lab.

A moan rends the air as Autumn pushes up on her toes, presenting her backside for another strike. I don't like to disappoint my wife, so I oblige and slap her other ass cheek.

"It's not punishment if you enjoy it, Autumn."

"I hate it!" she howls as I land three blows in quick succession. "I promise."

Shoving three fingers into her cunt, I chuckle. "Your pussy says you're a liar. You're soaking, little brat."

Her hips sway from side to side, trying to get my fingers deeper.

"Please." Her voice is hoarse and almost sounds pained.

"You beg so prettily, love. Let's make a deal."

"A deal?"

"Yes," I mumble, staring at her puckered little asshole. "If you can take ten smacks without coming, I'll fuck you right here on the table."

"Okay," she says excitedly.

"But if you lose," I add. "Then I'll still fuck you. But tonight, I want your ass again."

Her entire body goes rigid, and I rub my hand up and down her spine, my fingers playing with her wetness.

"My ass?" she asks in shock.

"Yes, love," I reply, my thumb moving from her cunt to rub at the forbidden rosette. "I remember how you moaned with my fat cock buried inside you. I want to hear it again. We both know you loved it."

An unbidden moan falls from her as my thumb pushes in to the knuckle.

"Deal," she whispers.

Removing my thumb, I stare at her beautiful body, spread out like a meal for me. I know I'll win but I am going to have some fun first. Not that our deal has a loser if you think about it, only pleasure and more pleasure.

"Count for me, Autumn," I say as I land the first slap on her ass.

"One."

The second slap lands on the other side.

"Two."

The third and fourth land quickly on her inner thighs.

"Three. Four." She is breathless, the words barely above a whisper.

Wrapping my fist in her hair, I pull her upright, her back plastered against my front. Her eyes are glazed with lust, and I know she won't last long.

I smack her left breast, and her knees go weak. "Count, Autumn."

"F… five."

And then the other breast.

"Six," Autumn whimpers. I give her a moment to find her composure before landing a blow to her cunt.

"No!' she howls as her orgasm rips through her.

I don't allow her to come down. I have my cock free in no time, my wife once more bent over the kitchen table. I lift her left leg, placing it on the table, spreading her open for my intrusion and ram all eight inches of my perpetually hard cock inside her. She screams out her pleasure while I growl at the tightness that never fails to surprise me.

I fuck her hard and fast. Her first orgasm has barely faded before the next one hits. It's dirty and loud, the table scraping across the kitchen tile, but it is also perfect. This is who we are. My knot swells in anticipation of my own orgasm.

Three more thrusts and I follow her into oblivion.

****

Autumn

After Jonah fucks me in the kitchen, he allows me to clea n— but not showe r— and redress before we head out. My nerves are frayed and if I could, I would avoid this situation entirely. My father has always been a prick and being outdone isn't liable to make him any friendlier.

I can't see this entire scenario going anything but badly.

"Don't worry," Jonah says, squeezing my thigh. "I'll be with you the whole time."

I nod but I don't say anything. Jonah knows exactly what I am thinking and feeling. He knows how stressful this is for me. But that goes both ways. I know how important this is to him. He wants me to be able to have my own things, my photographs, clothes, books. I don't quite understand it, but I love him all the more for it.

Love ? Fuck. When did that happen?

In a few short days I have fallen in love with my husband.

"It's a lot, isn't it?" Jonah asks.

"What?"

"Realizing you love someone and not knowing how or when that happened."

I turn in my seat to face him. "Do you love me?"

He chuckles. "I've loved you for a long time, Autumn. It was instant lust the first time I saw you, I'll admit to that much. But I was in love before the first week was over. It's only gotten stronger over the past year."

"Wow."

"I tried to stay away. To let you find someone your own age but I'm not a good man. I couldn't stand the thought of another man touching you, having the woman I love."

"I don't want another man," I say quickly. "I've never even had a crush on anyone and now I can't imagine a day without you."

"I can honestly say I am glad to hear that," he replies with a wink and a grin.

"Your ego really didn't need the boost," I joke.

"It didn't but knowing my wife loves me in return is a great feeling."

"I do love you. It doesn't matter that it's too soon or that I'm so much younger than you. I know what I feel."

"And I love you too," he says right as we pull up to the wrought-iron gate at my father's estate.

The security guard smiles at me before opening the gate. I can feel the jealousy swimming in my husband's veins.

"We went to school together," I say, hoping to placate him. "And he's gay."

He shrugs. "You smiled at him. It will take a while for me to be less possessive and jealous."

I laugh freely at his words. He is always so brutally honest with me, and I love it. My whole life people have been holding things back and keeping secrets. But not Jonah.

My father stands on top of the stairs leading into the house I grew up in when Jonah pulls up. No, this isn't a house, it's an empty mansion filled with pretty things, of which I used to be one. This was never my home, it was never filled with love and affection. It was just where I lived.

"Are you ready?" Jonah asks.

"No. But let's get this over with."