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In which Arabella and Logan create more sounds for her treasure box.

Logan…

“We’ve checked off Tibetan Prayer Hour with the Buddhist monks at the Drepung Monastery. What’s next?”

“I will never forget that moment.” Bella lights up when she brings out her sound memories, like they spark a flame inside her.

Our honeymoon has turned into an extended vacation and no one had a word to say about it after I spoke with my grandmother. It was a conversation I will never forget, no matter how hard I try.

Oddly, Bella wanted to hear the low buzz of the needle as a tattoo artist in Bangladesh added two more marks to the side of my hand, and “Arabella” in script on the left side of my neck. She put her head on my chest, listening with a blissful grin as the amused artist winked at me.

We sat on the sand at Praia do Norte Beach in Nazaré, Portugal to hear the sound of some of the biggest and most powerful waves in the world. Bella’s lips were blue from the wind and spray, but she refused to leave until she was sure she had the sound set deep in her treasure box.

“This might surprise ye, but the next sound I want to put in the box is back in Glasgow.”

“Really?”

She’s smiling at me and it’s hard to decipher, a bit shy, a touch of mischief. “Aye. I canna tell ye until we go home.”

Back in Glasgow…

We’re sitting in the bell tower and it’s mid-morning. It’s a rare day of bright sun and the light of it on my bride’s face is beautiful. She’s piled up all the pillows from our bedroom and from the other guest rooms as well, making a fluffy mountain of them in the middle of the tower.

She’s wearing my favorite tiny pink nightie and a sultry expression, lounging on her pillow throne. “Are ye ready to hear what sound I want?”

Reaching behind my neck, I pull off my shirt. “I have a feeling I’m gonna be naked for this one.”

“Aye.” She bites her lower lip and feck if that dinnae make me instantly hard. This woman’s gonna give me a stroke one day and it’ll be worth it. “I want to feel you. Without a condom. I want to feel your piercings inside me and against me, and I want you to come inside me.”

She’s gonna kill me.

I rip my jeans open. “Where does the sound ye want to keep come into play?”

Bella parts her knees, just enough for me to see she’s not wearing any knickers. “I want us to come together right as the bell chimes at noon. We can be as loud as we like, shout and scream…” Slipping a strap off her shoulder, she lightly pinches her nipple. “And no one will hear a thing. Just the bell ringing at noon.”

Arabella…

Logan checks his watch, then his gaze lifts to mine. “We’ve got eleven minutes, baby. I’m gonna make ye come three times before noon.”

His eyes are black, the pupils blown wide and he looks like a demon come topside to ravish me.

And I’m the one that unleashed him.

I yelp, startled when he drops on top of me, stopping just short of slamming into me with his knees on either side of me and his hands by my head. His lips are on mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth, shoving my legs open with his knee and grinding his dick against me. He’s hard. So hard already, thick and throbbing and my spine arches, wordlessly begging for him.

He pulls back just enough to slap my clitoris with two fingers and I feel the electrical jolt of it all through me. “You’re gonna come for me. Fucking gush all over my cock when I split ye open. I’m gonna get your juices all over me and you’ll lick it off.”

I just barely hold off a shriek as he slaps my clit again. It’s throbbing and sore and I canna understand how, when he slaps it a third time, I can hear how wet he’s made me and when he bites my nipple and shoves two fingers inside me, I detonate.

“There it is, number one. We’re on the clock, baby.”

He licks and bites my nipples, pinning my hands above me and rubbing his dick against me. I can feel the piercing at the tip of my cock brush over my sore clitoris, the metal is shockingly hard and the feel of it without a covering of latex is overwhelmingly good.

“Why did we wait this long?” I moan, “We should have done this right away.”

He pauses, taking my chin and forcing me to look at him. “I was waiting for ye, sweet wife. It is your right to decide.”

A particularly brutal press of the piercing makes my thighs slam together against his lean hips and I come again, like ocean waves, like the waves slamming into the sand in Praia do Norte and another orgasm hits before the first one is finished.

His chest is heavy against me, heaving as he growls. “That’s three.”

I feel the thick, blunt head and that hard piercing slide into me, slowly, pausing when my spasming pussy tightens down and pushing ahead when I relax a bit. Lifting my head, he puts a pillow under it so I can watch. His cock is as gorgeous - and as intimidating - as the rest of him. Each thick inch spreads me wider until the pain melts into something else, something dark and obscene and it’s so good…

“Let me- let me lick your cock, I want to,” I babble and he just chuckles heartlessly.

“Later. Because we have two minutes left and I’m gonna spend every second fucking you. Spread those fucking thighs, give me all of ye.” He pulls back, so slowly, each inch dragging from me until only his pierced tip is inside, and then he slams inside me, harder than ever, rougher.

My feverish focus narrows down to nothing but sensation. The feel of him bare inside me, so hot, almost scalding and wide- I’ll never get used to that. The bite and sting along with the liquid pleasure of his thrusts. I dinnae even feel his thumb slide between us until he presses it down, hard, on my clitoris.

“Fifteen seconds, baby,” he pants in my ear. “Fifteen seconds…” With a final, brutal thrust we come, both of us, the heat of him spreading through me, filling me and the thunderous clang of the bell above us covers my screams and his shout of triumph.

When it’s quiet again, nothing but the sound of our harsh breaths, my beautiful husband rolls on his back, keeping inside me as I sprawl over his chest.

“So perfect, ye are.” His long fingers run through my hair, loosening the tangles and gently rubbing my scalp. “Was that the sound, love?” He’s still hard inside me, the wet squelch of our finish should be embarrassing but I’m gleeful that I can hear it.

“It was the first part of the sound.” I rest my chin on his pectoral, loving the tender look in his eyes.

“What’s the second part?”

“I…” The swell of emotion almost chokes me. “If we time this right, the second part could be our baby’s newborn cry.”

Finally, he pulls back and smooths my hair. “We should do it again. Just to be sure.”