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I’ll see you soon, sweet girl. And this time you won’t be able to come up with some stupid excuse to get away from me.
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Oh, and don’t try to be cute again and block this number, stupid girl. You’re already owed multiple punishments. We don’t want that fat ass of yours too sore, do we?
“Everything okay?” Keaton asks and I realize my breathing has become ragged. There’s a tightness in my chest and the taste of bile is creeping up my throat.
I want to tell Keaton what’s going on. He’s so understanding and surely would listen to what I have to say. He would believe me when I tell the truth about the messages and Daniel’s actions. But a part of me can’t help but think he may be like my dad and the thousands of other men who would blame me in this situation. The men who would say I was asking for it because of the way I dressed or whatever fucking bullshit reason they give to defend their beloved predators. So I keep quiet, give him a small smile and tell my husband the first lie in our marriage.
“I’m fine.”
Monday mornings and I are not typically friends, but I can’t complain about waking up in Keaton’s arms. “Good morning, beautiful.” His sweet words have me snuggling into him and I hate that the workweek is so much longer than the weekends. Staying in bed with Keaton sounds like a dream day, but alas, responsibilities call.
“I wish we could just stay like this. Do we have to go in?” I whine.
“Well, fortunately I know the boss. So maybe we can be a little late.” Keaton captures my lips in a sweet, steamy kiss before pushing me onto my back. His lips trail down and pepper me in kisses down my neck and to my breasts where he gives plenty of attention. I knew from the moment we met that Keaton was a boob man, and since I have plenty to offer, I’m not complaining.
His tongue grazes over my nipples as his hands explore my soft stomach. Maybe it’s the fact that I feel so damn good right now, or just the fact that I trust this man and believe him when he says he loves my body, but I don’t try and pull away from his touch.
His hands reach down and spread my thighs apart and he moves lower to place delicate kisses along my thighs. Sleepingwith Keaton is amazing, but waking up with him is fucking fabulous.
“Keaton!” I gasp just as he slips his tongue into my cunt, teasing it with his movements. My hands find the back of his head and make fists in his hair, bringing him closer to where I need his attention, then rocking my body to quicken the pace.
“Mmm, yes!” I cry out. “That feels so good, Keat, please give me more.”
“Yes, Baby. Tell me what else you like.” Keaton purrs, bending his head back down to resume his position.
“That right there feels so good.” He slides his tongue back inside me. “And when you flick your tongue over my clit it feels amazing, too.” Keaton moves his tongue the way I described, and I realize he’s handing the reins over to me this morning. I’ve always been more submissive in bed, believing that if I do as I’m told it will make up for my body not being what he really wants. But Keaton allowing me to be the dominant one this morning gives me a rush, and I can’t wait to see how far I can take us with me in charge.
“You’re such a good boy, making my pussy wet like that. Push a finger inside, then show me just how wet I am.” Keaton groans against me, the bristles of his beard brushing against my pussy in a way that sends vibrations up my body. Slowly he pushes his thick finger inside me, and just as gradually pulls it from my core, bringing it up so that it glistens in the sunlight streaming through the window. Keaton brings my wetness closer to my face and then brushes his soaked finger against my lips. My curious tongue explores the taste, but then Keaton crushes his lips against mine to devour the rest.
“You’re doing so good, Baby. Keep telling me what you want,” he whispers in between kisses.
I want this. I want him to keep ravaging my mouth until neither one of us can breathe. But I also want him, I need him, inside of me.
“I want you to take that glorious cock of yours and fuck me so hard I soak the sheets.”
He gives me a wicked grin. “As you wish, wife.”
My previous position on Monday mornings has been extinguished. They are infinitely better when they’re kicked off with a sweaty sex session with my husband.
The past two weeks have been incredible. Each night I make love to my husband and then I wake up in his arms every morning. We finally decided it was time to officially move me out of the guest house and into his place, and we’re down to the last of the things that need to be transferred.
“I just have a few things hanging up in the closet I want to be sure to grab. Do you mind getting those?” I stuff the last of my clothes from the dresser into a box.
“What the fuck?” Keaton growls before walking out of the small space with a box in his hands. A black box with a gold bow.
Shit. Fuck. Shit. I forgot all about that stupid box from that stupid man who still won’t leave me alone.
“I can explain.” I try to say, but before I can provide an explanation for what he’s holding in his hands, pain settles in my chest, and I can’t breathe.
“Fuck, Baby, sit down.” Keaton crosses the room, pushing lightly against my shoulders until I’m forced to have a seat on the edge of the bed. “Breathe, Anna. Deep breath in. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Now out. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Good job. Just keep breathing.” He runs his hands up and down my arms, relaxing me as I attempt to mimic his breaths.
“That’s a good girl. Calm down for me, Baby. It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”
But I shake my head. It’s not okay. The things Daniel has done to me are not okay. The fact that he still won’t leave me the fuck alone is not okay. “You know how I told you my former boss gave me the creeps?” My words come out shaky, but Keaton must understand because he gives me a nod. “Well, he sometimes messages me things. Like, really bad things.”
