Angel’s Promise by Aleatha Romig

Rett

“Your note said we had things to discuss. This” —Emma gestured toward my growing erection— “isn’t talking. I have questions too.”

She was right. It wasn’t.

The mental list of things I wanted to talk about or even her questions paled next to what was now forefront in my mind. I pulled a chair away from the conference table and spun Emma’s shoulders until she was facing the table. “Kick off your shoes, Emma.”

She craned her neck my direction.

My tone changed. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Turning away, she pushed one off one sandal and then the other.

I leaned close to her ear, purposely exhaling on her soft, sensitive skin as I gently kicked her feet farther apart. “Pull up your skirt and then I want you up on your toes, leaning over the table until your perfect ass is at my disposal.”

“Rett—”

“Now isn’t the time to speak or I’ll find something else to occupy those pretty lips.”

From behind her, I pulled down the front of her blouse, exposing her perfect round breasts. Even from my angle, I saw the way her nipples hardened in the cool air. Next, my fingers splayed between her shoulder blades and I pressed her forward until those soft breasts flattened against the hard surface. Before she could say a word, I lifted the back hem of her skirt, pulling it up until her bare ass was before me.

I leaned my weight over Emma, pressing my growing erection against her and covering her to remind her of who was in charge. A tug of the braid caused her chin to rise. I wrapped her long hair around my fist, while also maintaining the pressure between her shoulders. Her whimper confirmed the discomfort of the position. My words came in a menacing whisper. “The next time you’re told to do this, Mrs. Ramses, you won’t hesitate. If you do, instead of fucking this tight pussy...”

I plunged two fingers inside her warm, slick haven, eliciting a whimper.

“...I’ll spank this perfect ass, turning it bright red.” Leaving her pussy unattended, I lightly swatted one side of her ass and then the other, bringing a blush of red to each cheek. My whisper deepened to a growl. “It won’t be like that, Emma. I’ll enjoy watching my handprints rise. When I’m done, sitting won’t be on your agenda.” I brought my hand up higher, poised to demonstrate. “Do you want a sample?”

Her head shook as much as possible between my hold of her braid and her placement on the table.

“Rett, don’t.”

I could barely hear her request between her whisper and my pounding pulse.

A quick unlatching of my belt and unzipping of my pants and my rock-hard cock was free from my boxers. “Reach back and grab your ass on both sides, Mrs. Ramses. Show me my options.”

Beneath my grasp, Emma’s body tensed.

“Please. You don’t mean this.”

She was wrong. While this hadn’t been my plan, I did mean it.

It was what needed to happen.

I was as much at blame as the woman before me, the woman I’d married.

From the first night, I’d been too soft on Emma, too lenient. I should have punished her after she put herself in danger. I should have quelled her show of power last night.

I didn’t.

I’d allowed her to do to me what Leon described. I was bewitched by Emma’s beauty, taken with her company, enthralled with her conversation, and completely spellbound by her body.

The power she had over me was my doing.

It was time for that to end.

This afternoon would remind Emma of her boundaries.

Her toes strained as she slowly obeyed, one hand and then the other. Her weight was balanced on the hard table, her breasts flattened, as her fingers grasped her own flesh, revealing both of her holes.

I refused to acknowledge the tears pooling on the table’s surface or the way she gasped for breath. This wasn’t a time to concede. Instead of recognizing her discomfort, using my fingers, I swiped Emma’s essence up and around her tight ring.

She flinched, but with no place for her to go, she was a captive to my ministrations.

A grin came to my lips as I repeated the exercise one more time, applying a bit more pressure. Hell, her pussy was tight, but her ass would be like a vise to my cock. Her breathing shuddered and more tears fell. Using my thumb, I pressed a little harder.

Emma’s fingers blanched as she maintained her position.

As much as I would enjoy pushing myself through that tight barrier, today wouldn’t be the first time I took her ass. Today’s lesson was in hierarchy, not as a cause to justify my wife’s hatred. She’d have enough reasons for that as the years passed.

“Where should I fuck you?” I dipped my fingers into her pussy and then ran them around the ring again. “Last night you were ready to exercise your newfound power as Mrs. Ramses. Tell me now, who decides where my cock goes?”

“Why are you doing this?”

Releasing her hair, I pressed upon her lower back and brought my cock to her ass.

Emma gasped as I applied pressure.

“Answer me,” I growled.

From Emma’s position, I was able to see only one side of her face. Her blue eye peered back as best it could. Instead of fear or submission, the blue swirled with determination and anger. “Do it, Rett.” Her tone grew stronger with each word. “If this is some macho display because I threatened your manhood last night, fine, fuck me. Take my ass. Show me what a big man you are. Congratulations, you can overpower a woman, one you vowed to marry. Do it.” More tears fell as her eye closed.

Fuck.

“Move your hands back to the table, Emma.”

“You’re a dick.”

I had the urge to laugh at her assessment. The impulse was totally out of place, but it was there. I whispered close to her ear. “Yes, sweetheart, it’s my dick you’re going to get.” I moved each of her hands to the table’s edge. “Now, hold on.”

If Emma didn’t do as I instructed and grip the table, her hips would bruise on the table’s edge. Marking her in that way wasn’t my goal. I enjoyed the perfection of her skin. My objective was to mark her in places unseen, deep in her psyche so she obeyed without hesitation and submitted when it went against her every instinct.

As soon as Emma gripped the edge of the table, I slid inside her—her pussy. It was fucking heaven. The friction grew as I lifted her hips and continued my surge.

With each thrust, I concentrated on the way her core tightened around me.

I’d fucked up, but I wasn’t going to stop until she came apart. Emma needed to learn that I was in control of all things, including her orgasms. She’d learn to obey and in return, I would lead her to pleasure like she’d never known. And when she didn’t do as I said, she’d be punished.

Her eyes closed as she lay unmoving, taking everything I gave.

Even with our short history, we’d been together too many times for me not to recognize her current ploy.

“Don’t fucking fight it, Emma.”

“Go to hell.”

Pulling out, I spun her around. Her obstinate expression glared my way, but before Emma could verbally argue, I lifted her ass to the table and roughly spread her thighs. In seconds, I was on my knees as my tongue took the same trip my cock had enjoyed. My chin was quickly covered in her essence as I buried my face. Her mind could fight me, but her body wouldn’t.

I didn’t let up, lapping her juices and teasing her clit.

Emma tried to resist. The battle was in the air, metaphoric shots whizzing by and exploding around us.

My tongue delved deeper as I nipped her clit. When I peered upward, I witnessed her perfection. Emma’s head wobbled and her eyes were veiled by her lashes as she bit tightly to her lip. The way her legs quivered despite her attempt to be impervious to my attention, she was on the edge.

Standing, I stepped between her knees as our eyes again met.

Hers still glistened with defiance, its presence churning within a chaotic sea of lust.

Reaching for Emma’s chin, I brought my mouth to hers. Despite her lack of response, my tongue pushed through the seam of her lips until it met with hers. When I pulled away, I asked, “Do you taste yourself?”

She didn’t respond.

“You can fight me, Emma, but your body is mine.” I leaned down to her breasts, sucking each nipple and leaving the wetness from my chin on her skin. Our eyes met again. “We’re not stopping until you come.”

I showed no mercy as I pierced her, taking what was mine by fate and now by law. In one full thrust, I was completely buried.

Her moans filled my ears as I lifted her ass from the table. The choice before her was to hold on or fall back. Either way, I wasn’t stopping or slowing.

Emma’s decision was to hold on.

Her petite hands came to my shoulders and her legs wrapped around my torso. I stepped away from the table. By the time we made it to the bookcases, her entire body tensed. Pressing her into the shelves, I thrust in and out.

It was the greatest workout these old shelves had seen maybe ever.

Grunts.

Heavy breaths and whimpers.

Moans and hums.

Shouts and curses.

My office filled with our noises.

They weren’t the sounds made by two people making love.

This was a battle and we were both in it to win.

Finally, Emma’s goal changed as her pussy quivered, she clung to my neck, and her body tensed. I didn’t slow until her tension gave way to convulsions, ripples of nerves sparking from her head to her toes. I held her tight against me as she lost control, quaking in my arms.

Emma’s grip of my neck tightened as I too gave in to the pull this woman had on me, filling her as my cock throbbed within her. “You’re mine.”

When she looked up, she replied, “You didn’t have me sign a prenuptial agreement.”

It wasn’t a reply to my comment and was an odd time for her to mention this, but it wasn’t a subject I hadn’t thought through.

I leaned my face closer to hers until our noses touched. “We don’t need one.”

“But you have so much.”

“I told you, Emma, there’s only one way this marriage ends...and it isn’t in divorce.” Her eyes widened as I repeated, “Until death us do part. Rest assured, that too will be at my doing.”

Emma closed her eyes. Still in my arms, with her skirt bunched between us, her breasts still exposed, and my cock buried inside her, Emma laid her head on my shoulder, exhaling in defeat.

What this stunning woman didn’t know and what I couldn’t tell her was that she’d already won.

Lifting Emma off me, I eased her feet to the floor as her skirt cascaded down her legs and she adjusted the top of her blouse.

When my wife looked up, I saw the kaleidoscope of emotions swirling amid more questions in the turbulent blue sea of her eyes.

I wasn’t completely out of touch.

Mentally, I knew what Emma wanted to hear.

Now would be the perfect time to admit she was right and I’d been a dick, or to apologize for what had just transpired, or maybe tell her that I cared what she thought of me and admit that I was affected by everything about her, or that she was already so buried in my psyche that I was more of a subject of hers than the other way around.

I couldn’t form any of those words. Or maybe I wouldn’t.

Instead, I tilted my head toward a door beyond the table. “There’s a bathroom through there. Go clean yourself and we’ll talk.” When she didn’t move, I added, “Unless, of course, you enjoy my come dripping down your legs.”

Her eyes blazed as if napalm was exploding before me. Her palm came to my cheek with an unexpected slap. “Don’t be crude. It doesn’t become you.” The sting came a millisecond later than the strike, in tune with her words.

The shock of her slap outweighed any pain she’d inflicted.

Seizing Emma’s wrist, I held it tight as we both stared at one another.