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BELLE

Five years later…

I look down at my phone and the little red dot signifying the location of my husband. Conrad installed this app for me when he first went back to work. “This way, I’ll never truly be away from you,” he told me. One look at it makes me feel so much more secure, watching the dot move around, letting me know he’s okay. At the same time, though, it fires me up, gets a hot feeling moving inside of me–that same hot feeling that led to our two children, Jane and Tom.

Once it became official that my wedding to Fitch was off, shit really hit the fan. First, my parents tried contacting me to let me know I had to marry him, but their threats of cutting me off were no longer truly threats. I had Conrad to take care of me, and he let them know that they needed to back off, and if they contacted me again, he would give them a response they would not like. I haven’t heard from or seen them since.

Fitch was also not happy. He felt that being rejected by me, a “woman of inferior birth,” was an insult to his character and made him look bad to all his rich buddies. So he tried confronting me once when I went out on some errands. Little did he know, Conrad was tailing me from a safe distance. He moved in on Fitch with such speed and intensity that I was sure he was going to kill him. But he didn’t. He simply let him know that it was in his own best interest to back off. And he did. I haven’t heard from him either.

I glance up at the security camera in the corner of the room and wink. I know Conrad is watching me now. He’s always watching, monitoring, protecting. Even if he’s not always beside me, I feel safe. He would never let anything happen to me.

I bite my lower lip seductively, twisting my thighs against each other as I lift my shirt to show him my breasts. My nipples are already hard, and I lick my finger and gently circle each of them, wishing it was his tongue. Our sex life is impossibly incredible. Off the charts amazing. Whoever said getting married is a death sentence to life in the bedroom clearly never met us.

My phone vibrates, and I open a text from Conrad that reads: Just wait until I get home.

My center tingles, and I realize how vacant I feel without him inside me. It’s only been since this morning when he left, but now that it’s past dinner and I just put the kids down, I’m reaching desperation mode.

When will that be? I text back.

Soon, he writes. Don’t start without me ;)

Again, I look up at the camera and ever so slowly peel aside my panties to give him just a glimpse of what he has to look forward to when he gets home. I’m already hot just thinking about it. And I run my finger up my slit, wetting it, then close my lips around the tip and suck off my arousal. I can just picture him right now, standing guard, his cock swelling beneath his tight briefs and thick jeans. I know he loves watching me when I’m like this. It gets him so horny, which is just how I want him when he walks through that door.

He and I are the only ones who can get through that door. Only we have the keycards and passcodes requires. Our entire home is like that. As soon as we bought it, Conrad worked with a contractor to turn it into a safehouse–a place where our family would be forever secure. Unharmed.

He never wants me anywhere but by his side, but he also has to work protection jobs, which are sometimes high-risk. So he found a happy medium where he felt comfortable leaving me, Tom, and Jane, knowing that no harm would come to us. We have so many cameras, locks, motion sensors, and panes of bulletproof glass that this place is probably more secure than the White House. Which happens to be where Conrad is today.

He was recruited to lead a special unit comprised of the FBI and Secret Service to secure a rally for Jimmy Newhouse, a man who will most likely be our next president. I’m not really that into politics, but I could not be more proud of my husband. He’s an absolute force of nature, and he makes me feel like the luckiest woman on Earth.

I hear a timid knock on my door and quickly throw on my sweatpants and go over to it. I find Tom standing there, his brown hair all shaggy and messy, his eyes sleepy.

“Aw, what’s the matter, honey?” I ask, lifting him into my arms. “Can’t sleep?”

He shakes his head. “I had a bad dream.”

“Well, that’s no fun,” I say, holding him close as I carry him down the hall back to his room. “It was just a dream, though, sweetie. It wasn’t real.”

“I know.” I smile down at him as I set him back into bed and tuck him in. Tom looks just like his father, and Jane looks just like me. Two blessings who bring a golden light into every day of our lives.

I lie with him for a few minutes, stroking his hair and singing softly until he falls asleep. Then I tip-toe back down the hall, but just as I’m about to step through the threshold, I feel the hint of a presence behind me.

My heart leaps, but I have no chance to spin as a gloved hand clamps down firmly over my mouth and a strong arm clamps around me, pinning my arms to my sides. I try to scream, but my cries are muffled by the stiff leather as I’m dragged into the bedroom and the door closes behind us.

Panic grips me, but it is quickly replaced by arousal when the scent of my husband enters my lungs.

I’m thrown to the bed, pinned down by Conrad’s monstrous physique as he grinds his bulge between my legs. His eyes are fierce, spilling over with lust that enhances my boiling thirst that mirrors his desire. My heart is racing as he removes his hand from my mouth and captures it with his. Then he tears my shirt down the middle and begins to strip my clothes from my body.

Yes. This is what I live for .

Are the two of us normal? Nope.

But what is normal anyway?

Most people meet think we’re the perfect little family. And that’s how we appear from the outside. A happily married couple with two perfect children. It’s only me and Conrad that know the truth–the history of how we met, our animalistic desires, and our twisted bedroom habits where we fully express our passion for one another.

But we’re not hurting anybody. And no one else needs to know.

Just my husband and me. Happy as two little clams.

I feel the weight of Conrad’s muscled body pressing me down into the mattress as he slides my pants off and pulls my panties aside. He wastes no time thrusting into me, filling the vacancy he left behind this morning when he set out for work. My body quivers, and I automatically throw my arms around him, feeling the taut sinews of his broad shoulders.

“You didn’t fully close the downstairs door,” Conrad growls, driving his cock in and out of me with a force that shakes the bed. “Any man could have gotten in. Is that what you want, little girl?”

My lips twist with glee as we play out our sick little fantasy. “No, Daddy. Just you.”

“Just me?” He snatches a fistful of my hair and forces my head back to expose my neck. He drags his lips up the tender skin, halting at my lips. But denies me the kiss I so desperately desire. “With so many men out there who want your hot little body? You only want me?”

“Yes,” I pant, shaking with delight. In a blur, he has my wrists in his hand and pinned over my head. My eyes go wide with shock and stare up at his.

“What did you say!?” he growls. “You only want me…?”

“I only want you, Daddy!”

“That’s right, angel,” he breathes, reaching down between my legs, pressing on my swollen pleasure button and sending a shot of heat up my spine. I’m tingling all over now. “You want only me . Because I’m the only one who truly knows you. Who can give you what you want. Who can make you feel safe, wanted, special.” The pressure in my center is rising. I buck my hips back against him as he ruts deeper, harder, burying his inches inside me. “That’s why you tease me on the cameras when I’m gone, making my cock hard while I’m trying to work. That’s why your tight little cunt never wants to let go of my cock. And why you’re about to come all over it.”

He’s right. Only I’m not about to–I am .

My back arches off the bed, and my mouth falls open as my orgasm wracks me. My pulse pounds through me as I take his vicious pounding. And then I feel him go off, his seed spraying inside me with such aggressive warmth. So hot and sticky, coating my walls and dripping out of me and down my ass and onto the bed.

I’m shaking. My world is blurred and somewhere just out of reach, hidden beyond the immense pleasure overtaking me. I want to scream so badly, but I also don’t want to wake our babies. As if reading my mind, my husband covers my face with a pillow, allowing me to moan my lungs out while he pounds me until his balls are empty. He sinks down onto me, and I lift the pillow, gasping deep, happy breaths as I take him in my arms.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whimper.

“Don’t ever thank me for that, angel. You know I love you beyond what words can say. That I want you so bad it’s painful. If I could be inside you every second of every day, I would.”

“That sounds awful stalkerish,” I tease, tracing the lines of his muscles. Conrad smirks back at me and nibbles the lobe of my ear, causing me to giggle.

“Well, that would be fitting. Considering I am your stalker.”

“And my protector. And my daddy,” I add. He nods, a greedy look in his eyes as he fixes them on me.

“You’re goddamn right.”

Conrad tilts his hips, and still hard, begins to thrust once more. His display of primal lust has me back in the stars in seconds, soaring high like a rocket headed to the moon. And within moments, I’m clutching onto him as my body quivers under the grip of another orgasm.

He’s come once, so I know he’s going to last even longer for his second round. But I am more than ready to take it.

Give me everything you can, Daddy .

Conrad may have stalked me, but he also saved me. From my evil parents and the man I was to be sold to. He showed me my true colors, who I really am, and I’m convinced that we were meant to be. Nothing in the world could have ever stopped our unification, because my husband is an unyielding powerhouse who wanted me from the moment he saw me. He put everything on the line to get me, and now I’m his. Forever.

The End