Page 151 of Unspoken Lies
“No, I got it,” I promise her.
“Most people don’t just pull strings,” she says, getting quiet as our meal arrives. “This looks so good.”
Rachelle ordered a tagliatelle pasta with a wild mushroom cream sauce. It smells delicious as well. I ordered a lamb shank dish, but for some reason, her food lately always looks better.
Whipped. Without a doubt.
Left alone again, I begin cutting my food, my eyes on her as she twirls pasta onto her fork and takes a bite. Her eyes drop to half mast as she chews, a sure sign that she loves it. Fuck, I could watch her eat and be a very happy man.
“Liliana said it a couple of days ago, but it’s no less true. We don’t live by the rules, wife,” I remind her.
I don’t like to call her Rachel. It actually is beginning to grate on my nerves. The best way to avoid it all together is by refusing to use it.
“Yes, sir,” she says before she wraps those beautiful lips around her fork. This is just rude. I’m trying to eat, while my cock is thickening in my pants.
“Will you take me up on swim classes?” I ask, struggling to think about anything that will get my mind off my erection.
“In your pool?” she asks. “I really hate that I can’t see the bottom.”
“Yes, but I’ll be there the entire time,” I say, forcing myself to eat. She’s already glanced at my meal once as if wondering if there’s something wrong. “I won’t let my wife die. We have plans, babies to have, and years yet. All in good time, after all.”
She almost chokes, eyes bugging out as she takes a sip of water.
“We do, do we? Why does everyone want to knock me up?” she asks.
“There’s this primal feeling, knowing that you’re having our babies, but honestly everyone is also thinking about filling your cunt up with cum,” I say wickedly.
Her cheeks flush as her eyes begin to hood, but I’m not done yet. I have every plan to make her mine tonight. I should wear acondom, but I won’t. Filling her up with cum is the only thing I can think about now.
Maybe I’ll use the plug in my pocket in her sweet cunt after I give her my ring. That’s romantic, right?
“I don’t even know what to say to that,” she rasps, her voice low and aroused. “I don’t even know why I want that.”
Smirking, I play nice until we finish the rest of dinner, and then walk her to the car after paying. It’s time for the next part of our date.
RACHELLE
I’m sitting on a blanket on the beach with Jared next to me, listening to the waves in the dark as they wash up on the shore. The moon is bright, and his arm is around me, anchoring me to him.
There’s nothing to fear with him here. I just feel peace, especially with the knowledge that the water can’t touch us, we’re too far up on the sand. My husband shouldn’t feel safe, but he’s taken care of me, fought to get me out of that mental prison, all things that say he wants the best for me.
As I gaze out at the gorgeous view, my mind races with thoughts. He’s not the same person that he was, even though he’s just as devious. He also sees me, more than I thought he could.
“Hey,” he murmurs, kissing my collar bone. The weather is warm tonight, which is surprising. I’m wearing a dress that’s low cut with lacy bell sleeves, the hem hitting mid thigh. He hasn’t kissed me much, and I feel a little touch starved as I lean into his body.
“Mmhmm,” I say, turning my face so his lips can meet mine.
“You taste sweet,” Jared says, probably tasting the champagne still.
His body pushes me down slowly onto the blanket, giving me time to say no.
“You’re going to need your safe word for this,” he growls. “I’m done teasing you.”
“It’s ‘water’. Good, I’d go jump on Nacio’s dick if you insisted on it,” I gasp.
“You’re saying you wouldn’t punish me and make me watch as Theo’s pierced dick fucked you?” he asks, his hand palming my thigh.
“I am enough of a brat that I would enjoy that,” I tease him.
