Rare and Precious Things (3 page)

THE
sounds of the door opening and then closing told me when he was back in the room.

I sensed him staring and the idea
gave me a thrill to know what he was seeing of me. I turned my head and found him with my eyes.

“I just want to look at you for a moment,” he said, remaining still, a few feet away. I c
ould tell he was affected—his hooded eyes and the set of his jaw—and that knowledge emboldened me.

“Only if I can do the same.”

My Ethan had prepared for me as well. The beautiful tuxedo with the purple brocade vest had gone the same way of my wedding dress probably. In its place just one garment. Silky black pajama bottoms slung low at his waist. The contrast of the black fabric to his skin displayed his golden muscled chest and carved abdomen to perfection. And I got to drink him in. The muscular cuts which tapered into a spectacular V below his waist made my mouth water, forcing me to swallow. One of the most beautiful parts of my man. I needed my mouth there.

So gorgeously made in body, so full of male power and strength…it almost hurt to look at him sometimes.

I lowered my eyes to the side.

“Turn all the way around.”

The deep command of his voice heated me instantly, rendering me completely enslaved to his unrelenting dominance when it came to this part of us. Ethan’s control of our sex. His control over me.

It made me hotter than hell.

He stepped closer, his body radiating power and desire, as he waited for me to comply with his directive.

I rotated my body until I was facing him full on, my body completely bare except for my stockings and my wedding veil. I set my hands flat on the bed and made my arms straight, in effect thrusting my breasts up and out. They tingled under his intense perusal, my now ultra-sensitive nipples hardening
from arousal almost to the point of pain. My gesture of offering myself to my husband as a bride on our wedding night had aroused me to an incredible level of anticipation.

“Just for you,” I said
softly, lifting my eyes to his.

I saw the muscles of his neck tense as he moved for
ward. “Baby…you are so sexy-beautiful right now. Don’t move. Just stay as you are and let me touch you.”

I knew how this game played out.
The one where I was blissfully rewarded for following directions.

The edge of the mattress dipped as he joined me on the massive bed, kneeling right before me, so close I could feel the radiating heat his body was throwing off.

I remained still, but I tensed in anticipation of what he would do first.

He hung there before me, for a moment, just studying me, claimin
g my body with his eyes. Ethan liked a splash of voyeurism in our encounters. A little kinky at times, and a lot dominant, but I welcomed it from him.

Finally, after what felt like eons, he dropped his head to my sternum and inhaled deeply against my skin. Then I felt his tongue draw across the curve of one breast until he reached the tight bud of my nipple. He took the whole thing in his mouth and pulled it inside of him. I gasped in some air and steeled myself to remain still for his onslaught.

“Just feel, baby. Let me suck on your beautiful, perfect tits for a while. I’ve been starved for them.”

He took his time getting his fill as he worked me up with need.

Swirling his tongue in relentless circles over the tender flesh, until he felt like giving me a rewarding jolt of sensation by clipping my nipple between his teeth for a gentle bite.

I shuddered against his mouth, desperately aching for more, but knowing I would have to wait until he gave it to me. Those were the rules. And I was always a good girl.

Despite that, I moaned, “Ethan…”

“What
?” he asked, busily working one nipple with his mouth, and the other one with his hand and two fingers to deliver the delicious pinch that made me nearly incoherent. How Ethan had known just how sensitive my breasts were, I do not know, but he’d figured it out from the first time we were together, and he used that knowledge to his advantage with me every chance he got.
Please and thank you, Mr. Blackstone.

I moaned, throwing my head back, pushing my breasts out and
harder against him.

“You want more than just my mouth on y
our beautiful fucking tits?”

“Yes.
”

“Thought so,” he chuckled darkly. “My beauty, I’ve been dying for you for weeks,” he purred
, as he dragged his mouth up to my neck and nibbled, “and I have to warn you, that I’m probably going to be a beast the first time I fuck my beautiful wife with her perfect tits.”

“Y
es, Ethan…”

“You’d like that?” he asked teasingly
, as his hand left my other breast and slid down my ribcage, over my belly, to right between my legs.

I flexed my hips forward to meet his hand, dying for some glorious pressure to relieve the ache blooming at my core. “Yes
, I do. I love when you’re a beast,” I rasped.

He laughed wickedly, his finger sinking in between the lips of my sex to slide over my clit, causing me to jolt sharply.
“Oh, God…I’ve missed touching you,” he warned with an eyebrow up, gently scolding me for thrashing around when I was supposed to be controlling my movements.

“I need you, Ethan,” I protested as way of an apology, panting against the rising vortex stirring to life within me, struggling to stay still as he’d demanded, even though he was working my clit into a bundle of pleasure about to explode.

“Oh, I need you too…so badly, and right now, I want to see my wife come for the first time. So many firsts…”

He stared me down and worked magic with his fingers as I slipped over the edge, tensing and arching i
n gulfing waves of pleasure owning me from the inside out.

“Ahhh…
Ethaaaaaan,” I shuddered as my body’s responses took over, and I was helpless to do anything but accept.

Ethan swallowe
d my mouth in an engulfing kiss as I climaxed, almost bruising from the pressure, but yet, very deeply sensual and romantic as only he can express himself to me. It was the most glorious feeling to be held like that as I came.

As the wave of orgasm rolled over me, the aftershocks still sparking, he started talking. “I love you so much, and I’m going to give you
everything
I’ve got tonight, baby.
Every
part of you will be claimed and touched by me tonight. Every part. Taken. Everywhere your body can have me, I want to be there…filling you up.” He looked into my eyes then, his own intensely penetrating, asking for my permission, making sure I was totally comfortable with what he was asking of me tonight.
I was. Completely.

Moments like this made me love him so much
, it was really too hard for me to process all of it. Even though Ethan was a demanding lover, he always put me first, with care and respect. And love. The domination in the bedroom was just sexual preference, with nothing to do with him and me as individuals. Ethan was no male chauvinist in the way he conducted himself in our life together. He was just male.

All male, and all mine.

My lack of a response must have spurred him because he said more to me. “Because if I don’t, Brynne, I’m not sure I can function another day and not be a madman.” He nipped at my shoulder and neck. “I love you so much it burns me. Let me show you how much I do.” He roamed his hands all over my body, my breasts, my stomach, over my garters and stockings. “So beautiful…waiting here for me like a goddess…”

I answered him on a shaky breath, “I—I w-want you to show me.
T-take me how you want me.”

He groaned his response at my answer, the rough rasp of his beard stubble at my neck again, teasing and sucking over the spot with his lips, making me shiver with need.

“Do you know why I have to?”

“
Yeees I do…”

“Then tell me. Say the words I want to hear coming from your pretty lips.”

“Because I’m yours, Ethan.”

My dec
laration caused him to act immediately. I was pressed back into the soft bed with him looming over me, blue eyes searching mine, hooded with the dark desire of sexual power. And it was all for me. I could see the love in his eyes, too. Again, all for me.

“Yes
, you are,” he answered smugly, sitting back on his knees. “But I have to make sure you’re ready for me first, baby. Open up and let me see that spectacular pussy I love so much. I’ve missed it.”

My voyeur was back.

I reached back and pulled the combs of my veil out of my hair and lifted it to the side, before pushing it off the bed to land on the floor with a soft swish.

Ethan’s eyes widened as he watched me, the front of his silk pajama bottoms tenting from his erect cock.
I need that cock.

S
lowly, I slid my legs apart, first one and then the other, keeping my feet flat on the coverlet with knees bent. The urge to squirm under his bold inspection had to be forcefully suppressed, but I managed it, understanding his fantasy to have me spread before him, ready to be taken, at his will and desire. The idea of it just served to make me even more of a wanton creature.

“So beautiful.
So perfect. So…mine,” he said, bringing his face closer to my sex.

The intense hunger, the anticipation that had brought me up to this point, now had me burning up with craving and lust. If he didn’t help me soon, I might be dead in an hour from now.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he growled on a fast descent, plunging his tongue inside me sharply.

I shouted his name, unable to stifle my volume, terribly grateful we were alone in this house tonight, because I couldn’t help what I said
, or did, after Ethan put his mouth on me.

He devoured my sex
, using his tongue to penetrate, and his fingers to build me up to the pinnacle of another explosive orgasm that would undoubtedly leave me screaming more than just his name in a minute.

To the point I was frightened of my ability to endure any more, Ethan consumed me, bringing me to the peak of climax again and again, just to draw back and make me wait. But he knew what he wanted, just as he was very skilled with what he was doing to me.

I felt him shift his body, and then the rustle of silk as he ditched his pajamas bottoms. I watched him position his heavy cock at my entrance and slide in just enough to lubricate the tip.

Ethan paused, his
beautiful straining cock right at the edge of my gate, pulsing against me. I was delirious for it. For him. The pagan sex-god come to mate with me and take me to heaven. The sight of him, so erotically potent, nearly caused me to orgasm right then and there.

“Not yet, my beauty.
You have to wait,” he warned.

“I can’t wait anymore.
” I thrust my hips up to take him into me.

He dragged his hands up and gripped the sides of my head, fisting my hair, binding me to him face to face, eyes on eyes, as was his requirement.

“You want my cock.” Not a question. Just a simple truth.

“I want it
.” I begged.

“Then
, my beauty shall have it,” he grunted, as he buried himself to his balls and filled me up. Just like he’d promised.

We both shouted at the intensity of our joining, staring at one another for a second as he lay encased inside me, pulsing with heat. Our hearts melded together in that moment. I am
as sure of it as my next breath.

He filled my mouth with his tongue as he started to thrust, both parts of him moving in tandem to take me. As our bodies connected in a frenzy of sex
, and heat, and carnal lust, he told me all of the things I loved to hear from my man.

Ethan held me to him, hands cupping my face, and whispered words against my lips as he ravished me. How much he loved me, how beautiful I was, how much I pleased him when I gave myself
up to him, how he intended to fuck me like this daily, how good my “cunt” felt squeezing around his cock…

All of the beautiful, dirty, things he’d said to me before, and would undoubtedly say to me again.

Ethan also kept the promise he’d made to me earlier, just as I knew he would.

My husband
was
a virile beast when he fucked his wife for the first time.

I
woke up sharply, breathing in sucking gulps of air.
Brynne.
I hated that the first thought in my mind was what I might have done in my sleep, and what her reaction would be to it this time. Had I shouted out angry things that frightened her? Thrashed around in the bed, disturbing her sleep? Tried to fuck her like a madman as a way to bring me down?

My fears were very real. I knew they were
real because I’d done all of those things before in front of her.

I
dared a glance over at her lying next to me, trying to slow my racing heart. There she was, on her side in all her naked glory, hair spilling wildly over the pillows, and smelling of the floral perfume she used, combined with the unmistakable essence of sex and cum. Her chin tilted in my direction as if she was breathing me in. Peacefully asleep.

Thank
motherfucking hell.

Disaster a
verted. Again. I didn’t remember anything about what I’d dreamt, but the sharp waking did happen from time to time, and I fucking hated it almost as much as the dreams I sometimes did remember.

I turned onto my side, facing toward Brynne and revel
led in the gorgeous view she made for me. I loved to watch her sleeping after we’d fucked each other senseless. And I had most surely enjoyed every pounding, orgasmic second of the fucking we’d done on our wedding night. The urge to get up and step out for a smoke tickled my brain, but I told myself that it was just my brain wanting the nicotine my addiction of choice delivered. My body sure didn’t need it, and neither did my wife and child.

My wife was beautiful when she slept. She was beautiful all the time, even though she
didn’t flaunt her beauty like other women I’d known. Brynne was different from every single one of them. A subdued type of beauty. Not flashy to bring attention to herself, but naturally beautiful, drawing interest without any effort at all. I had known it the instant I’d seen her at the Andersen Gallery that night for the show where I bought her portrait. My mind knew she was special before my body did. Now, I held onto the first glimpse of her in my head. It was a defining moment in my life. The place where I returned to when I needed the leveling down from the demonic tortures living in my subconscious. I’d just remember that night when our eyes met across the room. It was a very safe place to go to in my mind when I needed to.

Just watching her
right now was enough to make me want her again, but it was the
knowing
that she now belonged to me totally, both emotionally and legally, that really did it for me.

I knew s
ome would say I was completely pussywhipped for marrying off so fast and knocking her up, but I didn’t care what anyone thought. If the term fit me, well then, it was exactly what I needed to be, because my life before Brynne sure hadn’t been working for me. At least with her by my side, I felt like I had some small chance of being normal…

THE
second time I woke, I knew it was morning, and I knew somebody else was awake too. I knew this because she was stroking my cock with her hand and flicking her hot tongue over my nipples. “Good morning to you,” I sighed in contentment.

She picked her head up and grinned at me.
“Morning, husband.”

“I love the sound of that, baby. And I love how you’re waking me up on our first morning as man and wife.” I thrust my hips toward her hand to create more friction.

“I’m just getting started on you though. You had last night to be in charge. Now it’s my turn,” she said.

“
Well, I am one fucking lucky bastard then.” I dragged her fully on top of me so I could have her mouth, and kissed her thoroughly. After a moment, I pulled back and held her face, searching for any signs of trouble. “Everything all right, my beauty?” I just wanted to make sure I hadn’t gone overboard with her the night before. I did worry about fucking too roughly, especially now that she was pregnant. I knew we’d have to tone it down as she got closer to the end of the pregnancy, but Dr. B had assured me, that for now at least, everything was on the table.

“Yes. Very much perfect I think.” She smiled at me
, her eyes sparking a beautiful golden brown.

“Last night…was so amazing.” I kissed her again. “You were
completely amazing.”

She got that shy little blush that happened when she thought about some of the really filthy stuff we did in bed. It made me just that much hotter for her. She allowed me to have her how I wished to and trusted m
e to treat her right. Her trust in me brought me to my knees, and I would never take that for granted. “So were you.” She stroked my length with a firm grip, pulling it into a little twist at the bell-end that got me painfully hard.

“
…feels so fucking good,” I grit out.

“I know,” she said mischievously
, and then scrambled down to take me in her mouth.

“Ahh…
fuck yes! Yes, that’s it…” I lost the ability to form words so I just shut up and took what she gave to me so generously.

Brynne knew how to suck my cock to perf
ection. She had all the moves down. The long drawing pulls that brought me to the back of her throat, down to the licks around the vein that fed it, to the squeezing of my balls at just the moment I needed to feel the pressure.

I let her work her magic, threw my head back and allowed her to take charge
of my pleasure.

For a little while.

Until I was driven to make the switch and take control of things.

She was working me over
skillfully, her wet, warm mouth sucking me deep into her throat when I felt my cock swell and my balls tighten. I wanted to be buried inside her sweet cunt when I came this morning, I decided.

So I pulled her off and up my body to straddle me. I lifted her quickly and found my target. She understood what I wanted without me asking and guided my cock home, bearing down to swallow me
all the way to the root.

Beautiful.
Fucking. Perfection.

She cried out at my invasion, throwing her head backward, making her hair fall behind
her, arching her spine so I could get a really good view of my cock piercing her cunt over and over as we fucked as if our lives depended on it.

She knew. She knew exactly what I liked and how I liked
it. My perfect sexual goddess.

As she rode my cock, she
made sounds that were so fueled with sex it only served to push me harder. Gripping her hips, I worked her wickedly fast until the little cries she made changed their tone, flattening out in desperation, told me she was very close to coming.

“Look at me, baby. Give me those beautiful eyes of yours
when you come all over my cock. Let me feel you cream all over me. I want to see your face when it happens.”

What passed between us after that was the stuff that makes memories you’ll never forget. I k
new I would never forget how Brynne looked to me in that moment of complete possession—faced flushed with pleasure, nipples budded up tight, quivering above her ribs, hair settling over her shoulders and flowing down, eyes fiery with the look of satisfaction. Absolutely breathtaking.

She brought
her head forward and looked down at me. Her smoky brown eyes flared and held onto mine. I felt the convulsions start within her, reflexively gripping around me as she went off. I felt my cock harden and swell, preparing to blow me into oblivion, on such a ride of pleasure, I reacted with hardly a thought of what I’d do to her when the explosion hit. My cock in her cunt, my mouth on her skin, my hands in her hair… Ethan inside Brynne. There
was
nothing else in existence in that moment.

I don’t know how much time passed, but w
hen I could coherently take stock of the present moment, she was lying on top of me, still holding me within her body, breathing deeply. My mouth was glued to a spot on her neck, sucking softly and soothing with my tongue.

I pulled back and focused. Quite the mark on her elegant neck that I’d
just made. It looked like I’d bit her, which I’d done before, and would probably do again. I couldn’t help some of the things I did to her when I lost myself in her. Thankfully, she never seemed to be bothered at all by the marks I made on her skin. I always felt guilty for losing control with her though, but realized the capability for it to happen was unique to her specifically. Brynne was my only experience with losing control like that during sex. She was the only one who had ever brought me to such a level of soul-baring exposure. She was the only person I trusted enough to even dare to take a step toward that place.

“I’
ve given you one huge love bite this time, baby. I’m so sorry for marking—”

“
—I don’t care, you know that,” she cut me off, lifting her head up to me.

“You might care this time,” I hedged, “because we have to go down to the big house and g
reet all those overnight guests that stayed at Hannah and Freddy’s.” I brushed my thumb over the sucking bruise that bloomed between the base of her neck and her ear, wondering what she would really say when she got a good look at it. “I’m a beast, what can I say?”

“You’re
my
lovely beast and I’m sure whatever you branded on me is fine. I’ll just cover it over with my hair.” She laid her head back down and nestled against me with a sexy yawn.

“Somebody is sleepy.”

“Well, yeah, that happens when you don’t spend much time actually sleeping the previous night,” she returned without a pause, bringing a hand to my ribs like she was going to go for another tickle.

I took her hand in one of mine and neutralized her potential attack, grabbing a lovely handful of her prized arse with my other
, and squeezed. The feel of her soft curves in my hands made everything feel right with the world. “But we should probably get moving, baby,” I reminded gently, annoyed that we couldn’t just stay here in bed together and sleep for a few more hours.

“Now wait a minute, am I hearing you correctly? Whose idea was this wedding weekend extravaganza with a morning-after breakfast anyway, because I sure as hell know it wasn’t mine.”

She had a point. Our wedding had been much more of an
event
than either of us would have preferred, but when the plans were put into motion, the reasoning behind everything was very valid. As the ideas were laid down, I’d wanted as much exposure for her as possible; the higher profile the celebrity of a society wedding would bring, the better the insulation at protecting Brynne from her stalker. At the time none of us had known he was a rogue crazy named Karl Westman. I’d feared much higher levels were involved…and they were on the clean-up end. Of that I was certain. Westman had been taken down by US Secret Service. Threat eliminated and extinguished…by expert professionals who could make a person just disappear if they want to.

By the time Westman was out of the picture, our wedding plans were already deep in motion, and press releases gone out to the gossips rags. Too late to call any of it back, or change the guest lists, so we’d just gone along with what had been originally
scheduled. Big wedding, numerous parties, weekend guests, a noisy send-off to our luxurious Italian honeymoon—all carefully constructed to publicize Brynne’s status as the wife of elite security, connected at the deepest levels to the British government.