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She’s quiet. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Anything, sunshine, I don’t care. Tell me what you did yesterday, read a book—I just need you any way I can have you. I’m not on my way back to you how I want. It’s going to be another two or three days at least.”
“I was thinking the other day. The helicopter at the landing strip is nice, but I want one of my own. I heard of someone having their helicopter customized. Could I do that?” she asks.
“Sure, sunshine. We can go out to the factory and spend a weekend there for you to pick everything out,” I assure her. The idea of getting her all to myself with no threat of my father, a kid crying, or her mother in the back of her mind and wondering if we should leave our room to spend time with them appeals.
Her gasp is loud in my ear. “You’re okay with me having a helicopter customized for me when we have a perfectly fine helicopter that’s only two years old?”
I’m confused. Did I fall asleep or something? “What? Do you not want a helicopter?”
“A regular helicopter is like two million dollars, and you’re like it’s no big deal to up it by at least another half a million dollars?” Her voice is getting high and squeaky.
“Because it isn’t. What’s the matter, baby? Talk to me. Do you want a different helicopter or—”
“You’re driving me crazy. I don’t want a damn two-million-dollar helicopter. I want my husband. I want him to fall asleep with me at night and wake up with me in the morning. I want him to call me every day when he’s gone. I want him to fucking tell me when he’s going to leave…” She trails off and sighs heavily.
“I don’t let myself think of you when I leave you. If I did, I wouldn’t get a damn thing done. I would say fuck critical thinking and tell the jet to take me back to you. I don’t dare think of the way your body feels against mine. You think I’m driving you crazy, but if you knew the insane shit I fantasize about when it comes to you, you’d beg people to lock me up to keep me away from you,” I admit. “I’m clinging to the white-knuckle grip I have on my sanity only because there are times I scare myself.”
CHAPTER16
Manuel
She’s quiet. Fuck. I scared her. I went too far.
“What do you mean you scare yourself? What do you fantasize about?” Her voice has dropped an octave.
So young. Too innocent even with all the dirty things I’ve done to her. “If I answer that, baby, you can never unhear it. It will be too late. You could be afraid enough to run, it wouldn’t do you any good. I’m never letting you go.”
“Tell me, my dear husband,” she whispers in silky invitation. I don’t have to have the cameras in our room pulled up to know her hand is touching her sweet pussy.
Not so innocent. She doesn’t want tobeinnocent. I’m weaker than I believed as I grasp my hard cock. “Mainly it’s about everything I would do to keep you, so you never escape me. Other times it’s the stuff that gives me nightmares.”
I close my eyes against the things dark and disturbing that flared at the idea of her trying to escape. Those dark ones are if I can’t make it so she wants to stay. I’ll keep her any way I can, but I need her sunshining when she’s happy. Nicky upset is a cloudy day—no, I could never hurt her. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her happy.
My cock, which had softened at the idea of Nicky hurt—of me hurting her—stirs at her tiny exhalation of air. It’s the sound she makes when her pussy floods in preparation to take my cock.
“Hmm…” I give in and pull up the camera above our bed. She’s wearing a silky black nightgown with lace from her neck to her breasts. One hand is holding the phone to her ear. The other hand is resting on top of her pussy over the nightgown. “What would you do to keep me?”
It’s clear she isn’t sure if she wants to know. “The answer is shorter if it’s what I wouldn’t do. The answer is nothing. Absolutely everything within my power, short of hurting you is what I would do to keep you.”
I clench my jaw tight against depraved fantasies—no. I’ll never make my sunshine sad. “Locking you away so I’m the only one who has your attention, your touch, and your smiles is at the top. Tying you to the bed is my favorite, using handcuffs, those silk stockings you wore the night before I left. It would be a long chain, allowing you to move around, so there’s never a doubt every time I come home you’re there.”
The hand over her pussy runs up to her chest where she presses lightly against the center of her chest. I’m not sure if she’s upset or not. I shouldn’t have been honest. “What am I doing as your personal permanent guest?”
“Anything you want. Whatever makes you happy.” I study her closely, still wondering if I upset her. “All I want is to ensure you’re mine forever.”
“You’re saying you’re not going touseme for your pleasure?”
Ah, she likes that idea. I smile at how kinky my virgin, until she met me, wife is. I’m behind on finding out all the psychology surrounding her different desires regarding consent and the importance of her own pleasure. In the beginning, the only thing I wanted was her body, and didn’t care how I got it. Now, ensuring I don’t fuck up her already complicated desires is more important.
“Have no doubt I would enjoy the pleasure of your body often. But all that matters is you’re in my arms when I fall asleep, and I wake up to you beside me.”
She laughs light and tinkling, the sound like a sprinkling of rain while the sun remains glowing bright over my chest. “You’re going to keep me tied to the bed just so you can hold me at night?Mi amor,you aren’t doing the bad, scary man part very well.”
I would think she’s teasing, but even though she’s smiling wide enough, I wonder if her cheeks hurt the words are joyous not teasing. “I was afraid of you, but you’re a big old softy.”
“You are so fucking beautiful when you smile like that.” I sigh.
