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Chapter twenty-two

New Bond Street, London

Hunter

After returning our skates and collecting our own shoes, Bella’s fingers link through mine as we make our way back through the changing area. I lead her to a larger changing room in the corner, opening the door and tugging her inside. She follows silently, never responding to my question about whether she wants a baby or not. I don’t need her to tell me—her body told me everything I needed to know. She lit up watching those mothers with their children; I want to give her that. I need to see that look on her face.

“Listen to me, wife,” I tell her, turning her to face me then pushing her backward against the stall. She goes rigid as her back collides with the wood causing it to vibrate. “When I ask a question, I expect an answer.”

“You caught me off guard…” I lift my finger to her lips, stopping her from rambling some excuse. Sometimes, I wish she would let me finish speaking before interrupting with her sultry tones. Bella always has plenty to say. Perhaps next time, I should stuff my dick in her mouth first so she doesn’t interrupt when I have something important to tell her.

“Shhh…I don’t need you to say anything now. I saw what you wanted, and I’m going to give it to you.”

The cream-colored puff jacket she’s wearing is zipped all the way up to her neck. I pinch the toggle between my fingers and pull it downward until it splits open, exposing a thin sweater beneath. The neckline is cut in a low V-shape, and her full breasts swell beautifully beneath the stretched fabric.

I slide both hands underneath her top, my fingertips loving the warmth of her skin. Stepping forward, I pin her between me and the wall behind. Her neck cranes back as she stares up, each breath she takes getting deeper as the intensity of the situation rises. I pull her against me, her breasts giving way against my torso.

“I have a new focus. A goal, as it were.”

“And what’s that?” she replies, gasping as if trying to catch her breath. In my grasp, her flesh gives to my touch, her softness flexing under my fingers.

“Putting a baby in my wife.”

My fingers trace her spine to her waist, then skim around the band of her jeans until they find the belt buckle. Her hands begin to explore my abs, making their way south. I grab them and return them to my neck.

“Not today, this is all about you,” I tell her, and she closes her eyes. “You are going to come for me, Bella. Here, today, in this stall, then I’m going to fuck you. Fill you so full of my seed, you’ll be pregnant by the time we get home.”

“And what will you do when we get home?” she asks.

“I’ll fuck you again to make damn sure.”

My hands take hold of the silver clasp, pulling the black leather. The belt slips from the loops with ease, and I place it on the small bench beside me to use later. The jacket glides down her shoulders and drops to the floor while Bella watches me silently. I kiss her softly, then continue on my mission.

My attention returns to her jeans. I pop the button, unzip, then push them down her legs. She lifts one foot at a time, and I wrestle the surprisingly stretchy material over the high heeled boots she wears. Finally, my attention moves to the small black lace thong, that gains the same treatment as the jeans. She’s left standing in front of me in only her sweater and heels, and she looks fucking edible.

Above her head is a large metal hook. I reach up past her, pulling on it to ensure its secure. “Perfect,” I murmur, lifting the belt from its resting place. “Give me your wrists.” She holds them out without argument, and I bind them with the leather before looping the remainder over the hook. I take a step back to admire my handiwork. “You look fucking delicious. Now spread those pretty legs, wife.” She shuffles her feet apart, opening the access to her pussy enticingly.

“Sir,” Ronan’s voice calls, along with a knock on the door. Isabella tenses immediately with the interruption. “Sir, is everything alright?” My focus moves from Bella to the door and back again.

“Yes, Ronan, we’re fine.”

Isabella’s eyes widen in horror at us being caught in the intimate moment. I place a finger over my lips for her to stay silent. She pulls a little on the restraints but can’t free herself. I reward her efforts with a grin, and she sticks out her tongue.

“Is there anything I can…”

Before the moron keeps talking, I decide to cut him off with the truth. Sometimes he oversteps his position, and he needs to be reminded of when to keep his nose out.

“Unless you plan to impregnate my wife, no. Go wait for us in the car.”

“Hunter,” Isabella shrieks, her face and neck turning bright red. “You did not just say that.”

With a chuckle, I take two steps toward her, settling myself millimeters away, close enough we sense one another but not enough to touch.

“I did, and I would say it again. I want you pregnant, and it’s going to happen now.”

“That’s not how making babies works,” she says with a giggle. “It has to be the right time of the month. This is one thing you don’t get to decide.”

This time when I move toward her, our bodies connect. My hand moves between her legs, my finger finding her clit. She flinches a little as I press the sweet spot. I run my finger lower to her entrance, pushing inside. She’s already wet, and my finger slides easily past her lips.

“Wet already, wife. That’s a good girl.”

She whimpers under my touch as I pump, her knees bending a fraction as she pushes against my hand. My fingertip returns to her clit. I massage in circles, soft but firm, commanding her body to come to life. She groans again, this time louder, and I place my lips on hers to muffle the noise.

“Can you be quiet, Bella? Or do you want an audience?”

“No,” she pants.

“No, you can’t be quiet?”

“I can be quiet. I don’t want an audience,” she says, breathing deep like she’s trying to catch her breath.

“Good girl. Now, show me how much you want my cock.”

I slide two fingers inside this time, her pussy sucking me in beautifully. As I pump, the sound of her body readying herself for mine gets louder. All the delicious wetness of her, coating the way for my dick. My free hand lifts to her face, I cup her cheek, then wrap a stray curl around my fingers and pull a little so her head tilts, exposing her neck.

My teeth nip the smooth flesh, biting and sucking as I work from her ear down to her collarbone. She moans again, and I tighten my grip on her hair in warning to stay silent. Her knees give way more, and her body weight falls onto my hand. I keep my fingers deep inside, curling the tips to hit her g-spot. Knowing she’s close, I press my thumb on her clit again. This time, the noise from her lips is almost a scream, but I keep working, not fucking caring who hears us. We are too far gone now to care. She’s getting fucked, and she knows it.

“Come on pretty girl, let go. I’m not fucking you until your own juices are running down your legs.” I add another finger, her body expanding to accommodate the size. Her clit swells beneath my thumb. She’s at the point of almost letting go, I can feel it. Her legs move to close, and I know her orgasm is near; I fucking love it. My wife will give me what I want here and now, like the good girl she is.

***

Isabella

My hands strain against the bindings as my legs give way, the now familiar sensation of an orgasm building between my legs. Hunter’s fingers have me stretched wide, my pussy searching for a release that will only come when I give him what he wants.

“I’m going to…” I stammer, caught between his grip on my hair and the buzz.

“Well, do it,” he growls, his lips now at my ear. He has me pinned against the wall with nowhere to run to. There’s no escape until I orgasm. “I want to watch your juices flow before I fuck you.”

His thumb presses on my clit again, my body convulsing with nowhere to go. Legs spread and trapped, I do the only thing I can. Come. My pussy clenches hard around his fingers, and he doesn’t give me any room. Then I feel it, all running free. He withdraws, then drops to his knees. His tongue laps at my pussy before moving to my thighs and mopping up the rewards running down my legs. His hands grip my ass as he pulls me toward his mouth. When satisfied, he stands back up.

My arousal glistens on his lips as he unbuckles his own belt. He pushes his pants down over his ass, just enough to let his cock spring free. It’s hard and heavy, ready to go. His fingers move back to my pussy, pushing inside then returning to his dick. He rubs the wetness over himself as I watch. It is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

Without a word, he steps forward, lifts my ass, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His cock slides inside, my already spent body opening for him like he fucking owns it. He lifts me higher, releasing my hands from the hook, and I loop them around his neck. He pushes me hard against the wall of the cubicle. We still for a few moments, him deep inside me. He smiles sexily, kisses my lips, then says, “You ready for that baby now, wife?”

“Hunter, we haven’t discussed…” I say, as a weak attempt to bring some sense into the situation.

“What is there to talk about? You want a child, and I’m your husband.” He rocks his hips, and my pussy still reeling from my earlier orgasm starts to build again. “It’s my duty.”

“We don’t even know if I can with my past history. Endometriosis can reduce the chances of getting pregnant.” The worry that’s been praying on my mind since his insane declaration that he was going to get me pregnant blasts out into the open. “We can’t be sure.”

He stops for a moment, locking my eyes with his. His eyebrow raises knowingly, and he kisses me chastely on the lips.

“You have a forty to seventy-five percent chance of pregnancy after surgery, Bella. I spoke to your doctor. I have done my research. He advises that us creating a child together is highly probable.”

“You’ve already asked?” I squeal, completely taken aback.

“Yes, Bella. Knowledge is the greatest power we have, and I fully intend to utilize it.” Pinned against the wall, I stare up at him, mesmerized by how in control he is. “And I will fill you full of me until I see you swell with my child. Our family is the most important part of my life. And you are my everything.”

Beaten by him, and by my own desires, I pull him to me, kissing him hard and fast. My tongue explores his mouth as tears prick my eyes. This is it. We are trying, not only for a baby but for us.

“Do it,” I whisper, desperate against his lips.

He doesn’t need to be asked twice. The gentle rock becomes a slam. Pinned against the wall, Hunter fucks me as if this will be the last time we ever do. The ache in my back mixes with the throb between my legs. He pushes harder, faster as he chases his own orgasm.

“Put a baby in me,” I beg, forgetting where we are, completely caught up in the situation. His hips work harder until all we can hear are the slams against the wood and our own heavy breathing. He stills, as the jerk of his cock signals his release. He holds me to him, ensuring every last drop of him is kept inside.

“Done,” he murmurs, his chest rising and falling dramatically with his exertion. “Now, grab that seed, pretty girl, and have our baby grow.”

After lowering me to my feet and unbinding my wrists, he passes me my bottoms. I move to grab my panties, but he plucks them from the floor before I can reach them. He holds them high above my head so I can’t. As I go to climb on the bench in a vain attempt to retrieve them, he stuffs them into his shirt pocket.

“Finders keepers,” he tells me, then re-offers me my jeans.

“And what are you going to do with a black lace thong?” I mutter, amused.

“Keep it here,” he says, tapping the pocket over his heart.

“I can give you a picture.”

“But that won’t smell half as good as your pussy does.”

Once dressed, we open the cubicle door to be met by two police officers standing waiting. A small group of people have gathered around and are pointing phones in our faces. The older officer on the left balks as the penny drops over who Hunter is. The cocky boy from behind the counter appears, mouthing off about obscene behavior in a public space and wanting us arrested.

I hold Hunter’s hand as if my life depends on it; he squeezes my fingers in support. The younger cop steps forward.

“Good day, officer,” Hunter says, his tone calm. “How can I help you?”

“We’ve had a complaint, Sir.”

“Regarding?”

“Um…your behavior.” Hunter smirks, then pulls his phone from his pocket. He turns to me. “Say nothing, Bella. I’ll call my lawyer.” The police officers watch on as Hunter makes a call—there is no doubt who is in charge of the situation. I’m not sure this is standard protocol, but having no personal frame of reference, I am at a loss.

“Sir, you have been accused of…”

“Yes, yes,” Hunter waves away his words. “Take us to your station. My lawyers will meet us there.”

As we are escorted by the cops, Hunter chats away as if nothing has happened, while I want to evaporate. There is no doubt our sordid encounter will be posted across the city’s gossip column before the day is out. Caught being fucked by my husband in an ice rink changing room, not my proudest moment.

We are loaded into a police car as Ronan comes running over from the parking area to find out what the hell what’s going on. “Miss,” he says, as the officer pushes me inside.

“It’s okay, Ronan. Follow us to the station.” Hunter gives him a nod, confirming my instruction. Ronan turns and strides off.

Hunter holds my hand as we weave through the London traffic.

“This is a disaster,” I whisper, and Hunter’s eyes flick to mine.

“What is?” He looks completely at ease in here, and it makes me wonder how many police cars he’s sat in over the years. I probably don’t want to know.

“This,” I hiss, throwing my hands up. He retakes my fingers, smiles, and squeezes.

“Bella, it will all be worth it if you give me our son or daughter in nine months.” He chuckles, clearly enjoying the bizarre situation we find ourselves in. “And I’ve been in the back of one of these for worse. At least this time, I was making someone happy.”