Chapter 8

EIGHT

ASA

Waking up with her in my arms is something I never knew would be a desperate need until it happened. I don’t think I can sleep apart from her now. I didn’t have nightmares and, from the way she quietly snuggled in my arms, I don’t think she did either. My dick is raging hard from having her soft ass pressed against it, her floral scent vined around my brain like wisteria.

Kissing her bare shoulder, I whisper into her ear. “Empress? You awake?”

She moans a soft reply.

I press myself between her thighs, stroking my cock between her folds gently for a moment. “You sore?” After the first time, we kept going for a few more, and I worry that she’s going to tell me she can’t. But I need it. I have to be inside her.

Her hair tickles my nose when she half turns her head toward me. “No.”

“No? As in no, don’t or no⁠—”

Heaving a sigh, her hand grips my upper thigh and pulls me closer to her. “Asa, put it in me.”

“On it, sugar tits.” Gripping a heavy one in a palm, I rock inside her tight, warm hole. Both of us grit out breaths of satisfaction. “I’m gonna fuck you like this every morning. Get you used to the shape of my dick alone. Molded just for my pleasure.”

Arching her back, she humps me as I press in. “Or for mine.”

My lips press to her exposed neck as I let out a chuckle. “I’ll always please you.”

Eventually, I can’t stand it. Not being able to see her beautiful face. So I slide out and lay her on her back, settle my knees under her thighs, then ease back inside her. “That’s more like it,” I say while taking us to the plane of transcendent existence when we kiss.

She breaks it with a whimpered cry, “It aches, but also feels good.”

“Let go and come on my cock, empress. Your pussy will get a massage that way.” I encourage her with a little nod.

I’m learning her body. What makes her nose crinkle or her breathing change pace. When her cheeks flush pink, I think I’ve hit the right spot. It’s like studying for a test, and even though I never liked to in school, this is one subject I’m eager to learn. I’ve never felt this way before.

Sex with my wife is a whole different ballgame, and I want to make sure she’s enjoying herself.

“Yes, there!” she squeals, and a little smirk forms on my face. I love being the cause of her making that sound.

While she roars out her ecstasy, I thrust in a few more times and release myself within her as her tight inner walls embrace me erratically. Tugging her close, I roll to my side and bring her onto my chest. Feeling utterly at peace knowing she’s severed ties with that other guy and is now mine, I fall asleep.

Then snort awake when she taps the end of my nose. “What?”

“We can’t keep doing this all morning. I’m hungry. Let’s go have pancakes.”

Gripping her waist, I thrust against her belly and smile. “Sure, we can. Just stay here with me.” But she’s right. I am hungry. And probably need some more jelly on my raw cock.

She giggles, but then leaps off the bed, and I rush to follow. When she notices my hurry, her little laugh turns boisterous as she sprints into the bathroom, and I run to catch up. We shower together, taking our time and scanning each other’s bodies carefully. In the light, not in the bed, she seems more real. And I like that.

No one’s stuck up for me the way she did yesterday with Kline. I was so fucking proud that she’s my wife that I annoyed the chauffer enough to take me to the casino so I could look for her bouquet. One of the crew told me her brother had it, and my heart sunk realizing I had to go over to Maxi’s place. But the vision of Arianna’s grateful face when I returned her handkerchief was worth all the irritation at seeing Maxi’s smug expression when I asked for it.

After cleaning off, she claims one half of our double sink and I the other. Each of us takes our time styling our hair and doing our face routines, but it’s funny whenever we catch the other’s gazes in the big mirror. At one point, I spot her eyeing my dick again and it jumps in response.

“No…” she mumbles around her toothbrush as a warning.

If this is what a honeymoon feels like, I’ll take it every day.

By the time we get downstairs, the chef has prepared everything, serving us bacon, eggs, and her precious pancakes. “Sugar lips, you must have a sweet tooth,” I say as I pile my plate full. Before she sits on her seat, I snag her around the waist and hoist her onto my lap. “Nah, I’m your chair now.”

She wiggles some, and I let my head drop back, wondering when I’m going to be able to stop fucking her for a moment. Not that I want to.

With my hand held high in the air, I drizzle syrup on her stack of pancakes, but she doesn’t say stop. Finally, I cut the string of liquid sugar off. “You’re sweet enough.” Just as I start to feed her a bite, Kline walks in from the front entrance with Smeath just behind him.

“Mr. and Mrs. Donovan, nice to see you out of bed. I’m here to discuss the checks to be signed this month, Ace.”

I let my forehead rest on my wife’s shoulder, groaning, “I thought I already did that.”

“You didn’t. Your boys shooed me out of your apartment before you could. Now that you’re settled here, we need to discuss it.”

Taking a big inhale, I almost tell him fine, but Arianna snaps out, “No. Mr. Donovan is busy today. He’s celebrating his new marriage and will be training me how to use a gun properly. Isn’t that right, Asa, darling?”

My eyes widen. Teaching the empress to shoot seems like a bad idea. Or maybe it’s a good one. I’m not sure. But now everyone in the room is looking at me for their answer. The person I’m most scared of is the fucking wildcat sitting on my lap. “Yep. That’s right, Mrs. Donovan.”

“And Smeath?” He seems to look at her with something like pride as she gains his attention.

“Yes, Mrs. Donovan?”

“I won’t be needing Clare’s help around the house now. Perhaps she would be happier working in the casino. In fact, I think she should be trained as a dealer despite her young age. I think her birth certificate was wrong, Smeath. So maybe we could make that happen.”

I scan through names of staff members, but I can’t recall a Clare. Smeath gets a sparkle in his eye and replies, “Of course, Mrs. Donovan. We’ll get her right where she needs to be.”

With a little smile on her face, she takes a bite of her breakfast and squirms on my thighs. “That’s all. Thank you.”

As if the three of us men are stunned into submission, all of us move slowly back into positions. Kline backwards walks from the hall. Smeath snaps his fingers and yells for that Clare person, who apparently is a tiny thing—oh, yeah, I think I did fuck her once. Huh.

Arianna tosses her chestnut hair over her shoulder into my face and gives me a sly grin, then pecks her lips to my cheek as my respect for her force climbs. My wife just made sure I didn’t have anyone else to look at here.

Fuck, like I even could…

Is she…jealous?

I moan as I latch my lips onto her upper arm. “Who needs a gun when you’ve already got the sharpest weapon inside that pretty head of yours.”

“Mm, nonetheless.”

After our meal, we change into swimsuits and head into the backyard. Out past the private pool lies the open land heading into the forest, some fallen tree logs a perfect backdrop for our task. Sliding my handgun from my hip holster, I point it at the ground, and she eagerly holds her palms up for it.

“Listen, Arianna? There’re some rules here. Always treat the weapon as if it’s loaded. And only point it at something you’re going to destroy. Do you understand?”

She nods rapidly with her big brown eyes like she’s getting a lollipop.

“No, repeat it back to me,” I say like a stern father.

Placing a hand on her hip, she tilts her head with annoyance. “Treat it as if it’s loaded and only point at something I’m going to kill. I got it.”

I hesitate for a second, but then put the gun in her hand and show her how to hold it, as well as a proper stance. “No, never put your finger on the trigger unless you’re ready to shoot.”

Seemingly, she gets a bit shy, her body folding back into me and her arm shaking slightly as she aims for the base of a trunk.

Whispering in her ear, I tell her, “Use even pressure. Squeeze.”

She lowers the weapon to the ground and huffs out a breath. “I can’t concentrate. You smell too fucking good, and I can feel your cock in my back.”

Snickering, I notice she’s right and readjust myself in my shorts. Backing up two steps, I let her take the lead. She pops off her first shot that misses terribly.

“It’s loud!” she says, using her free hand to rub her ear.

“Yeah, we can come back with some ear protection if you want.”

She shakes her head and aims at the tree again, her little body set with determination. It’s such a juxtaposition. This formidable force in a tiny bikini. “No, I wanna unload.”

My heart warms as she sets her face like flint. I swallow back some emotion as I realize she’s exactly what I’ve needed. She’s a badass.

Coaching her on how to use the sight, she hits a couple on the base of the trunk, then lowers the gun and hops on her toes with excitement. I place a victory peck on her forehead. “Well done, sugar fingers. Nice shots.”

After lunch, we end up cooling off in the pool together, me tossing her around as she tries to fight me off. Laughing as she comes at me with her claws out, I hold her arms above her head, and she wraps her legs around my waist. It doesn’t work as well as she wanted, though, because I just use one hand to lower my shorts and slide her bottoms to the side and slip right in.

“I could get used to this,” I say, letting her arms go and pressing her against the side of the pool.

Her fingers snake through the sides of my hair as she gazes at me with sincerity. “Me, too.”

I hold inside her without even moving, and we let the waves wash over us while gazing at one another. I just want to be inside her. Have my body combined with hers. It makes me anxious when I’m not. A contented sigh escapes her lips as she undulates around my waist, then drops her head onto my shoulder, pressing her lips against my skin.

Is this intimacy? What I’ve wanted all along?

Getting a whiff of her intoxicating floral scent, I shove my hips up into her once. “What is that shampoo you used this morning?”

She whimpers with pleasure and bounces off me slowly. The soothing sensation around my cock makes my back arch, which has me pressing deeper within her walls. “Kevin Murphy. It’s called Angel Wash.”

Growling into her thick locks, I dip my dick inside her again. “I love that. I want to bottle some up and take it with me, huffing it every so often. Makes me so hard.”

She breaks away from where she sucks on my earlobe, giggling. “Yeah?”

“Fuck, yeah.” Wading through the water, I carry her to the steps and set her down on the side of the pool. My knees still in the water, I pillage her as she buries her head into my chest. Her panting squeals tickle the skin, and when she comes, she tosses her body back onto the concrete. Full breasts bob out from her top as she screams with pleasure. This magnificent creature is mine.

She’s the best thing I got.

Trying to be gentle, but absolutely not, I plunge as far in as I can go. The incessant thud in my balls rips through me until I have to release my pent-up load. There’s no stopping it, especially watching her writhe her dangerous curves in front of me. With a tight grip on her waist, I explode.

I grab her hand and raise her up to me again, bare chest to chest. Heart to beating heart. Her desperate, exhausted pleas caress my lips. “I-I need a break. I’m so sore, Asa.”

Smiling, I place my forehead against hers. “Sure thing, empress. I don’t know how to stop myself around you. But I’ll try.”

I help her up, and we dry off, then meander inside. On the way, she grabs my hand. Like she wants to touch me. My stomach does a little flip when she does. ’Cause I want it, too.

Tugging me toward the games room, she gets a coy grin on her lips. “I want you to teach me to play poker.”

With a huff, I shake my head. “Nah, nah.”

Like a child, she turns her mouth down in a severe pout. God, it’s pathetic. And makes me immediately want to make her happy again. “Why not?”

“First of all, I don’t think I’m a very good teacher. And second, I can’t play it with you without turning it into strip poker.” We reach the threshold of the green room, and I consider picking up the pool stick to play her in that game instead, but she makes for the felt table and plops down, shuffling a deck sitting ready in the center.

“First of all, you’re an excellent teacher, Mr. Donovan. I sprayed that tree trunk with bullets.” She settles in her chair like she’s not moving.

My chest puffs out a little at her words. “Really? Do you really think that?”

Rolling her eyes, she pats the chair next to her. “Yes! And secondly…” She bats her eyelashes before continuing. “I don’t care if we play it strip poker or not.”

“Well, in that case.” Not hesitating, I sit next to her and grab the deck.

After explaining the rules, I deal our first hand. “Now, what beats what?” she asks, biting her lower lip with some concentration as I push in my bid.

“If you have a two or a nine here, that’s good. A pair or any face card is fine, too. See?”

She nods as if she hasn’t heard a word, then matches the chip next to mine. On the turn, she looks concerned. I toss in a few more chips. Just as I open my mouth to explain more to her, she interrupts me.

“I’m all in. Here.” She pushes her chips in front of her.

“Uh…you don’t want to. What do you have?”

Those eclipse eyes meet mine for a moment with uncertainty. “I’ve seen the players do that. I’m all in.”

“Okay, sugar. I’ll call it.” Sliding some chips in next to hers, I smirk at her naivety. She’ll learn. We all do. “Now you show your cards, since we have nothing else to bet.”

With her perfect pink nails, she flips over three aces. Three. Fucking. Aces. My eyes narrow at her cards, scanning her uncovered arms.

A little voice escapes her as an evil smile cuts across her face. “I win.”

Arching an eyebrow at her, I shake my head slowly in disbelief. I didn’t notice her taking cards…but I was also distracted by that teeny bikini. She holds up another deck of cards from under her side of the table and giggles infectiously.

“You fucking shark. Come here. You’re losing that bikini for this.”

She jumps up from the table and squeals, trying to dart past me and across the room. Stalking around the pool table a few times, she runs, but I catch her around the waist, swing her around, then toss her over my shoulder while she kicks and laughs. The sound is like childhood.

With my open palm, I spank the shit out of her ass as she screams. “You’re about to pay for this, sugar butt.”

Slumping against me, she pants out, “Good.”