Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted to You ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"You're my wife. I've taken your body as my own. I'm not perverted, I'm normal!"

"I don't care!"

"Fine, then let’s have sex again."

"No! I'm mad at you!"

"For what? You don't get to say no!"

"You touch me and you'll wake up with no dick in the morning!" She got out of the bed and grabbed a pillow and the covers off it. Glaring a warning at him, she went to the living room and laid on the couch.

No way was he paying half a million for this. Getting up, he followed her to the living room and stroked her legs. "Come on. One more time and you can sleep."

She looked at him. "And you'll be easy again?"

"Yes."

She sighed and slowly sat up. Taking a deep breath, she nodded. He grinned and held out his hand for her. Slowly she slipped her hand in his. He took her hand and then scooped her into his body, careful of her shoulder while carrying her back to bed. She laid against him while breathing softly. She couldn't believe she said yes.

Laying her down on the bed, he let his towel fall from him while he began gently taking off her gown. While he slipped it off of her, he took her hand and guided it to his limp cock. "Stroke me," he said softly against her flesh. His hands trailed down her body, pulling her panties down while his fingers slid into her.

She gripped his cock tightly and stroked it fast. He hissed and pumped his cock into her hand, his fingers pushing deeper to fill her more while pressing upward to massage her. Already she was panting. Her hand stroked him faster, feeling him harden.

Once he was hard, he pulled her hand from him and pushed himself into her. "I'm going to try to go a little deeper," he warned as he felt her walls move to accommodate him.

She nodded and relaxed. He guided himself further and further in, pushing deeper than he had last time to fill her even more. She hissed and pushed at his chest when it became too much.

"Alright. Alright," he whispered. He let her sit there for a moment, shifting inside her for her to get comfortable. Soon, however, he was pulling back and filling her with hunger, his arms wrapped around her to make her comfortable.

Her breath was hot into his neck while she panted. Her arm wrapped around him and she started moaning. His pace increased, her moans spurring him to go faster while her breath tickled his flesh. Her back arched in his arms. Her head tossed back. Moving her legs up, she came crying out and shaking. His cock disappeared further inside her before filling her with his juices. He moaned softly against her, a content smile on his lips. She kept her eyes closed as she panted against him. She opened her mouth to say something but then his door bell rang.

"Oh right. We did order pizza didn't we?" He grinned and kissed her open mouth before sliding out of her. He whistled and wrapped his towel back around his waist before hurrying to the door. Peyton slowly sat up, her body tingling. Shifting, she grabbed her clothes and started to dress. It was a lot better her second time. Maybe...maybe this wouldn't be too bad. "Pizza is here!" He sat it down on the bed and held up a six pack of sodas. "Fair warning. I'm addicted to these things." Pulling off one of the delicious drinks, he downed it with a sigh.

She sat on the bed and opened the box. Grabbing a piece she bit into it before taking a soda.

He munched on the pizza and took another soda before relaxing back in bed. "So how does freedom taste?"

"Saucy..."

He chuckled and glanced at her. "There's some more of that wit I love."

She glanced at him. "Stop throwing that word around. Love just isn't something you should use so casually.”

"Why not?"

"Because...then it just becomes meaningless when you really do mean it," she said. After she was done, she crawled under the covers with a yawn and curled up.

He grinned and finished the rest of the pizza and sodas. Pushing the trash to the ground, he sighed and laid down in bed, he might as well take a nap as well.

In the morning, Peyton was on her far side, nearly on the edge as far from him as possible. His arm draped over her, his morning wood pressing against her thighs. "Morning beautiful," he yawned.

She groaned. Again?!

"I take it you're not a morning person...."

"Don't you have work or something?"

"Not until the beginning of the month."

She got out of bed and started getting her clothes. "Well I do have things to do."

Now it was his turn to groan. Fine. He would allow her some freedom today. It had been a while since she'd been free. "Fine. I've got some places to go as well." She dressed and pulled her hair up then walked out. "I believe you're forgetting something," he said as he got dressed, his cell phone plastered to his ear.

She turned to him. "What?"

He reached into his wallet and pulled out a credit card. "Money."

She grabbed it and placed it in her pocket. "I shouldn't be but a few hours." Leaving him, she walked to the elevator and took it down. Calling a cab, she rode to the grocery store.

"So this is the married life? No wonder I've stayed single for so long," he frowned. Shaking his head, he called into work before heading out to his car.

Peyton walked into the grocery store with a cart and went to the cook books. She picked out a few then put them in the cart. She spent two hours getting food to fill the fridge and the cabinets. Though she really didn't notice...she grabbed a large amount of soda because Eli liked it so much. While in the check out the young man smiled at her. "You seem to be cooking a lot. Big family?""Oh, I just got married so I'm trying to learn to be a good house wife," she said and handed him the card. There was a slight frown on his face. "You look so young...and you don't have a ring. I would have never guessed that you were married."She looked at her bare hand. "Yeah...I guess I should get one of those things, huh?"She had him take her things to the taxi and she stopped at the little machines with candy. One of them had plastic rings. Getting out a quarter, she slipped it in then turned the knob. A plastic container came out with a ring. She slipped it on her ring finger and nodded to him. "There we go. There's the proof. I'm married."He just stared at her. "He didn't get you a ring?""I didn't ask him to," she said. "It's not that kind of marriage, really...""What kind is it?""The legal prostitution kind I suppose..."

"So what's that?"

"It's a 3k diamond, a Tiffany setting with a nearly perfect setting and clarity," the man said from behind the counter.

"Okay. How much?"

"It is the type of ring that if you have to ask how much, you clearly do not have enough."

"Right. In that case wrap it up," he said while slurping his...slurpie.

"S-sir?"

"Wrap it up. I think she has a size 6 ring finger." With a grin, he finished his drink and leaned over the counter to toss it in the garbage.

Once home, Peyton had someone help her get all the food in the penthouse. She put everything away with her one arm and set out stuff to cook. After starting it, she remembered his rule and went to the bedroom. Going through some of the bags with her things, she pulled out some lingerie and put it on then went back to cooking.

It was dinner time when he got home. He yawned and opened up his door, surprised to see her standing there in nothing but lingerie holding a plate of food. "Wow," he whispered.

She handed him a soda and the plate. "Eat up. I so didn't bust my ass for nothing."

"Your ass looks extremely nice in that thong," he said, unable to take his eyes off of her even as he juggled the plate and soda. She blushed before going back to the kitchen. He set his food down on the kitchen table and walked over behind her, wrapping his arms around her bare waist and kissed her neck. "You look good enough to eat."

Her eyes widened. "How about eating that food I made instead." After finishing with the dishes, she put her plastic ring back on and pulled away from him.

He reached out and caught her hand. "What's this?"

She pulled it from him. "Wedding ring."

"Uh huh. That sucks."

"It was 25 cent. I'm not complaining. I like the pink stone. Matches my eyes," she smirked.

He reached into his pocket and opened up the ring case. "This would match better."

Her jaw dropped and she turned to him completely. She went to touch it but pulled back. "Wow..."

"Yeah. Wow," he smiled. Taking her hand, he pulled off the toy ring and slid it onto her ringer. "Perfect fit."

"Why would you buy something like this when we are just going to split up in a year?" Even as she talked, she couldn't take her eyes off the shiny ring.

"Consider it a show of good will. Besides, I figured you should have something to remember me buy."

She met his eyes. Standing on her toes, she kissed his cheek lightly then pulled back. "Thank you..."

"You're welcome. Now come join me for dinner." Taking her plate, she moved to the dining room and sat down. He sat beside her, his hand stroking her thigh while he ate. "Wow. This is actually pretty good."

She smiled. "It should be. Took me all afternoon."

"You really put a lot of effort into this didn't you? I figured I'd come home to a cold sandwich and you wear baggy clothes. I'm...really glad that I was wrong."

Her eyes met his. That very moment...she felt like someone important. She wasn't a patient or a girl being paid for sex. She was just Peyton...and he was just a really nice guy. Why couldn't all the moments be like that? Maybe then she could actually like him and look forward to him coming home...to her.Quickly she looked away feeling stupid. There would never be anything between them. Wasn't he a liar? Someone who threw around words to get what he wanted? She needed to get a grip. He was never going to care about her and she needed to remember that.

He ate in silence, but his smile never left his face. The food was really really good. Not to mention whenever he looked at her all he could see was her cleavage and the tight cheeks of her ass through her thong. It was a beautiful sight. He smiled to himself before standing and finishing his meal. Once she was through, he offered her his hand. She knew what time it was. Peyton took a look, deep breath. She knew this was coming and yet she still felt like she wasn't ready. It was just sex. And yet she felt like it was such a huge mistake. Taking his hand she stood. He let his arms slip around her before pulling her into him. His hand stroked her ass all while carrying her upstairs. While he carried her, she took off her arm sling and pressed against him. At least there was holding...so it wasn't completely cold.

He nuzzled her neck, kissing and sucking on her flesh. In just a month he could have her anyway that he wanted. Until then he would give her time to adjust, even if it killed him to do it so slowly and...boringly. He laid her down on the bed, grinning as he kissed her stomach. "Mind if I try something new?"

She looked at him and shrugged. Mind as well. He pulled down her panties, sliding it down her silky legs. His face moved in between her legs, kissing and sucking on her clit while his tongue flicked over her. She sat up on her elbows and watched him with a blush. His tongue slipped inside her lips, his fingers pushing inside her, spreading her lips so that he could push his tongue further, lapping at her juices while gently nibbling on her tender flesh. She laid back and watched the mirrors above her. Her knees bent and she pushed toward him. He was going to turn her into a sexual deviant yet. He grinned as her lower half was pushed further into his mouth. He continued to administer expert love to it, even as he began to move. H is body twisted as he moved his torso over her so that his legs were by her head, his cock dangling above her. Her eyes widened. She got the picture even though she didn't want to. Reaching up, her hand cupped his balls and massaged them as she took him in her mouth, licking and sucking. He moaned into her as she worked him over. With enough training she could be a master at that. His tongue flicked over her clit and he moved more fingers into her, pushing upward to hit her spot, wanting to feel her moans on his tender cock. She pulled him down more and sucked harder. Her moans vibrated over his cock as she got closer.

Using his free hand, he fumbled beneath his bed. Pulling out a black box, he flipped it open and pulled out a small pink egg. He grinned into her as he turned it on and pressed it to her clit. Her mouth moved from him and she cried out, cumming hard. He arched his back, his cum shooting out onto her face, lips, and chest. He opened his mouth wide, lapping and sucking to bring her juices into his mouth. She panted and shook under him, not even caring about the cum on her.

"You're going to be tender down there for a little bit, so I won't torture you with this," he said as he showed her the toy. "But later, we will have more fun." He leaned forward and licked the cum from the side of her lips before kissing her. She pulled her lips from him and grabbed his shirt. Pulling it, she wiped her face and chest. "Oh come on," he groaned as he looked at his shirt covered in his cum.

"It's not so great when you are the one covered in it is it? Don't do that again. I'm not your personal dumpster."

"For your information I've been covered in it before," he said as he peeled his shirt off. "It's not that bad, and I can't exactly help it. If it had still been in your mouth it wouldn't have gotten everywhere. I can't control it once it starts."

"No way in hell I will ever let that in my mouth!"

"You've already had my cum in your mouth once. I'm not saying that you have to swallow it."

"You cum in my mouth and I'm biting it off!"

"What the hell!? No way!"

"Then don't put it in my mouth!"

"But I like blow jobs, and you've obviously given them before."

She grabbed the covers and pulled them over her before curling up with a mad look. He grinned at the way she looked. He'd upset her. She was quite cute when she was mad. Slipping beneath the covers, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

"I'm going to kick you if you don't get away from me."

"For being a happy little wife you sure are mean. We still have the entire night to enjoy ourselves."

"Whatever..."

He smiled into her neck. She hadn't kicked him yet. That was always a good sign.

At the end of the month, Peyton woke in the morning on her far end of the bed, sore, and naked...like every morning. She pulled the covers over her bed not wanting to get up. Today she got her stitches out and today he went to work.

He pulled her close to him as he kissed her shoulder. What a month it had been. He'd gotten her use to toys, varying positions, anal, and even a few fetishes. He was well on his way to corrupting her. He almost hated to have to go back to work today. Stretching over her, he pulled out a pink phone and set it by her nightstand. "It has my number on speed dial. Call me after you see the doctor."

She pushed him away. "Personal space."

"Oh please. I've been all in your personal space and everywhere else."

She moved from him and stood. "Yeah well, I really need some."

"Well you'll get it all day. I won't be home till about eight."

"Good," she said as she pulled out some clothes and started to dress.

"You could at least pretend to miss me," he yawned. Crawling out of bed, he grabbed a suit out of his closet and went to the shower. Once he was dressed, he actually looked like gentleman rather than some pervert.

She rolled her eyes. Like he would miss anything about her but the sex. He left his house after kissing her goodbye, enjoying the taste of her cherry chap stick. Soon he was on his way back to hell. He would have to be the good boy for a while, but at least he had her sweetness to come home to.

She sighed when he was gone, but it wasn't content...it was sad. Though she would never admit it...he was growing on her. The dinners helped. He would sit with her at the table and they would just talk. Sometimes he would watch T.V. with her or feed her ice cream romantic like. But it all ended the same way. It was always the same. And that always brought her back to reality.

"Good to have you back."

"Hope you can keep it in your pants."

"Hope you can keep it in my pants."

"See you later love."

He groaned and rubbed his temples. If he didn't enjoy money so much he would buy a gun and go on a shooting spree. By halfway through the day, he'd already received his role as God of the stocks once more. He'd made thirty percent, and the day was still young. It was all about knowing when to buy and sell.

Peyton walked up to the front desk. "Hi...I'm here to see Eli."

The girl stared at her with a curious expression. "You're...here to see...Eli? You're not from an escort service are you?"

"Um, not quite. I'm his wife. Can you just tell me what floor he's on?"

The girl's jaw dropped. "Wife!? Umm...yeah, he's on the fourth floor...."

"Thanks." Picking up the picnic basket at her feet she walked to the elevator and got in. Once on the fourth floor she asked another person at the desk for help. "Do you know where Eli is?"

"Um...you're not with an escort service are you?"

"Why is everyone asking me that?!"

"We've had...problems before."

"I'm his wife," she said and showed him the ring.

"Wife!? Oh...umm, just go through that door and make a right. His is the third office on the right. Just get permission from the secretary."

She nodded and followed the directions. Stopping at the secretary desk she took a deep breath. "I'm here to see Eli."

The woman looked her over and frowned. "You're not with a-"

"If you finish that sentence I'm going to stab you in the eye with one of these pens!"

The woman's eyes widened and she pushed back. "I'm...afraid I can't let you in to see him if you're going to be so violent."

"I'm his wife! Let me in or I'll do worse than the pen!"

"Wife!?" She looked at the ring in surprise. "Oh...I see. Um, I'll buzz you in. Just go through that door."

She picked up the basket and glared at her before going to the door.