The Rejected Wife: Chapter 38

‘She’s exhausted from the excitement.’ I look over to where the little girl is asleep with her head in Cilla’s lap.

We’re in my private jet, heading to Bali, where I booked us into a private villa at a resort with kid-friendly activities. It also boasts childcare facilities, though that’s, perhaps, me being overly optimistic that my daughter will be open to spending time away from us. Still, it’s worth a try if I can get some alone time with my wife.

My wife. I still can’t believe I get to call her that.

This gorgeous woman is my wife. Mine. And I intend to hold onto her. I intend to make up for the fact that I might never be able to love her the way she deserves by using the physical attraction between us to give her so much pleasure that she won’t be able to think of any other man but me.

‘Poor little mite.’ My wife runs her fingers through my daughter’s hair. Seeing the two of them together, realizing Serene will never be without the love of a mother, makes my throat feel like it’s lined with sandpaper. I reach for the bottle of water tucked into the arm of my seat and take a long pull. Capping it, I put it down, then rise and scoop Serene up in my arms.

‘I’m going to put her to bed.’

Cilla follows me into the bedroom at the back of the jet. This one boasts a smaller bedroom adjoining the main one. I installed a single cot with guardrails here, and I place Serene in it. She’s developing enough body awareness that, soon, she won’t need the rails. My kid’s growing up fast. I already miss when she was a baby. Not the sleepless nights, but that complete innocence which surrounded her like a halo and which, with every passing month, I find changing to one of childish consciousness. I’m enjoying this phase of her life too, of course, but I realize, now, I was so caught up in simply surviving those early months that I, perhaps, didn’t treasure them as much as I should have.

I pull the cover over her, then turn on the camera positioned on her. It’s linked to the baby cam app on my phone.

I take my wife’s hand, pull her into the next room, and shut the door between us. I make sure to lock it, then turn to her.

‘But Serene—’ she begins.

I cut her off by placing my mouth on hers. She instantly melts into me. I grip her under her thighs and boost her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, and feeling the heat of her pussy over my crotch sends the blood draining to my groin. I deepen the kiss and absorb the moan swelling her throat. Then, I walk over to the bed and drop her on it. She gasps, bounces once, then stares up at me.

‘Will Serene be⁠—’

‘She’ll be fine. Once she falls asleep, nothing can wake her up for a few hours. And if she does, we’ll hear her.” I pull out the phone from my pocket, and place it next to the bed, with the screen showing the feed from the camera trained on Serene.

‘A few hours?’ She swallows.

I turn to face her. ‘Does that make you nervous?’

‘Nervous?’ She tosses her head. ‘Why should that make me nervous?’

‘Oh?’ I shrug off my jacket and toss it to the floor.

Her gaze widens. ‘Wh-what are you doing?’

‘What does it look like I’m doing, Wife?’ I reach behind me and pull off the T-shirt I changed into before we left home.

Her gaze drops to my chest and stays there. ‘Whoa.’ She opens her mouth but seems at a loss for more words.

And because I can’t stop myself from preening under the weight of her admiration, I flex my chest muscles. Her eyes grow so big, they seem to fill her face. Her features flush. She pushes up on her elbows and follows my fingers as I slide them down my bare chest.

A frown wrinkles her forehead. She stares at the tattoo over my left pec. ‘This looks different. You didn’t have those Roman numerals the last time I saw you.’

‘It’s the day Serene came into my life. The day you came into my life.’

“Oh.” Her expression changes from surprise to gentleness. Her whole demeanor softens. You didn’t have to say that. I know Serene means a lot to you.”

“And you,” I bend my knees and look into her eyes. “I never say anything I don’t mean.”

Her lips part. Her throat moves as she swallows.

I reach for my belt. The jangle of the buckle, then the hiss of the zipper as I lower it, fills the temporary silence.

My cock springs free.

She bites down on her lower lip, and fuck me, I want to feel her mouth around my dick. But…not before I feel her warm, wet pussy milking me first.

‘You’re even bigger than I remember.’ She clears her throat.

And I’m hornier for you than I was that time.

Again, I’m unable to share that with her because… I’m not sure what it means that I want her even more now. Also, I’m done analyzing my response to her. My balls are so hard, they seem to weigh as much as cannonballs. My dick is so thick with blood, I’m sure I’m going to come any moment. And when she reaches forward and touches the swollen head with her fingers, I can’t stop the groan which rips out of me.

‘If you do that, I’m not going to last very long.’

She peers up at me from under her eyelashes, then wraps her hot, little fingers around my cock. Before I can protest—not that I would—she’s leaned in and licked up the column.

A thrill squeezes my lower belly. My thigh muscles turn to stone. ‘Fucking hell.’ I slide my fingers into her hair, wanting to stop her. Wanting to guide her so she takes me down her throat. Wanting to…fuck her mouth, but knowing I’d never last. And the first time we’re together, I want to be inside of her.

‘I need to be inside you,’ I say through gritted teeth. Sweat beads my forehead. My heart is racing so fast, I’m sure it’s going to burst out of my rib cage. This is a moment that I’ve dreamed of. That I’ve simulated in my mind so many times, I can’t believe I’m actually here with her, and about to make her my wife in every sense of the word.

I gently tug on her hair, so she pulls back.

‘You don’t want me to blow you?’ she asks softly.

F-u-u-c-k, my wife talking dirty to me strikes differently.

‘I want to fuck your face more than anything, but first—’ I drag my thumb across her mouth. I remember how much the sight of my dick terrified her the first time and caution myself to slow down, but goddamn, all the pent-up desire and lust and need and want from over the last twelve months seems to have broken through the dam I built around them. There’s no stopping me now.

‘I want to bury myself into that tight little pussy, and stuff my tongue inside your mouth, and when you’re about to come, I want to slide my finger into that little knot between your arse-cheeks, so when you go over the edge, it’ll be with me filling every fuckable hole in your body. And your mind will be full of me, and your blood will sing with my touch, and every cell in your body will echo with the need to be dominated by me.”

A shiver grips her. I step back so her hand falls, then sink to my knees before her. I push her dress up so it’s around her waist, then I tear off her panties.