Dark Castle by Shanna Handel

24

Willow

With Demifinally behind us and our lives fairly normal, at least normal for us, I agree to let Santo take me shopping. He’s been after me for weeks to go. He wants to spoil me, but I needed some time to let the dust settle before I could leave the castle for the day.

Now, he strolls through the store, hips gliding smoothly, unaware of every female eye taking in his sexy physique. Or maybe he is aware—either way he only has eyes for me.

He peruses the racks of clothing, every so often reaching out to finger fabrics that catch his eye. He’s drawn to sensual silk and tight, tight jeans. He pulls a pair of denims in my size from the rack. “Here. Try these on.”

I take them, unsure. “They look so…”

“Sexy?” His brows waggle. “That’s the idea.”

“I don’t know.”

He leans in, lips brushing against my ear. “Try them on. Now. Like a good girl. Don’t make me take you in that dressing room and tear your clothes off myself.”

He nips at my earlobe, making shivers dance over my skin. My voice comes out breathy and seductive. “Maybe I want you to tear my clothes off.”

His hand slips over my shirt cupping my breast. Shop girls pretend to look away as my nipples tighten beneath my clothing. “Let’s see what I can do about that.” He’s kissing my neck, carrying me off to the private dressing room. He kicks the door closed with his boot heel, reaching back to twist the lock on the handle.

Sex in public…it’s something I’d never fantasized about before him, but after that heart-stopping rendezvous in the cleaning closet on our wedding night, I daydream of it all the time.

He grabs the skirt of my dress, tugging it up and over my head. He tosses it to the floor, leaving me standing in the center of the small room in nothing but a bra and panties.

“You know what I’d like to see?” He unbuckles his belt, slipping his hand in his trousers. “My pretty wife on her knees. Now.”

“Yes, sir.” The steely look he gives me sends a cluster of butterflies to flight in my stomach. I kneel down on the soft carpet, waiting for him to tell me what to do.

“I want you to put my cock in your mouth.” He frees his cock from his clothing, stroking it in his hand. It grows hard and I squirm where I kneel, wanting it between my thighs.

“Yes, sir.” He moves toward me. His cock is hard and ready. Cupping his balls with one hand I grip his cock gently, flicking the tip of my tongue over its head.

He growls. “Don’t tease or I’ll take you over my knee right here, right now for all the shop girls to hear me spanking your pretty little ass.”

I shift my weight, the wetness growing between my legs dampening my panties. Wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, I twirl my tongue around it.

He moans, slipping a hand into my hair. “Good girl. Good, good girl.”

His hand rests on the back of my head while I blow him, thrusting as much of his cock as I can into my mouth and down my throat. He wraps my hair around his hand. “That’s enough. I want to fuck you now.” He tugs me to my feet by my hair.

He reaches around, unsnapping my bra and freeing my breasts. He takes one in his mouth, sucking and biting at my stiff, peaked nipple. He grabs my other breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers.

He slips his fingers into the waistband of my panties, kissing my belly as he tugs them down. I hear a girl laughing, a distant sound somewhere in the shop reminding me how public we are, now naughty this is.

His hand slides between my thighs and he plays with my sex. His breath is hot against my ear. “My sweet girl’s all wet for me. Isn’t she?”

“Yes.” I shift my weight, giving him better access to caress my sex.

“My girl likes it when I take her in public. She likes it when I finger her pretty pussy, knowing there’s people just on the other side of that door.”

“Y—yes…sir.” My hands run through his hair and I’m so close to coming.

Keeping his fingers on my clit he turns me so my back is to him, my hands pressed against the wall. I rise on tiptoe as the head of his cock pushes its way between my ass cheeks. My palms flatten against the wall, and I bend at the waist.

He enters me, his fingers working their magic over my clit while his cock fills me. My sex stretches around him. “Ah…oh my God.”

I’m so turned on by being here with him, I’m going to come. I tremble as the early waves of pleasure thrum through my body. The warmth of his skin melds with mine as he holds me against him. He kisses my neck, whispering in my ear. “I love you, Willow Russo.”

“I love you too.” He holds me up against that wall and he fucks me. The climax reaches its peak and I bite my lip to hold in a scream. We are, after all, in public. He comes with me, gripping my shoulder, holding me to him, whispering his devotion in my ear as my body trembles.

Afterward, I’m flushed and giggly as we clean up the best we can. I stroke the silky shirt hanging on the back of the changing room door.

Santo’s phone rings as he’s buckling his belt. He checks the screen. “It’s the builder. I’ve got to take this. Get dressed and I’ll meet you out at the car.” He kisses my cheek, leaving me to change.

He’s having a house built for us in the woods. A little getaway just for the two of us when the castle gets too crazy. He’s so thoughtful, always thinking of things that will make me happy.

I put on the new clothes. The silk glides against my skin. The red color makes me feel sexy, powerful. The jeans are tight. Skintight. I zip them up and turn my back to the mirror, checking out my backside.

Whoa. My curves are alluring, the denim hugging high into the cleft of my ass. So that’s what a good pair of jeans can do for a girl? I tidy the room and open the door to leave.

“Nice choice. That color really suits you.” A friendly salesgirl with dark brown hair approaches me. If she just heard my husband fucking me in the dressing room, she’s all business and pretends otherwise. She’s tall, wearing heeled black leather boots that come up past her knees. “Anything else?”

I picture myself in her shoes, wearing nothing but the black lace teddy Santo brought home last week. I eye the boots. “You have those in my size?”

“Hell yes!” She gives a secret grin that makes me think she can read my thoughts. “Let me get them for you and I’ll have them sent to your home. Everything’s paid for. It’s on your tab. And don’t worry about your dress. I’ll have it sent back to the castle with the boots.”

“Okay. Um. Thank you?” How will I ever get used to this kind of service. I smooth my palms down my jeans.

She smiles. “There’s more. If we find something that comes in that we think you might like—or Santo might like on you—we send it out to you. If you like it, keep it. If not, send it back.”

“Really?”

“Really.” She holds a tablet in her hands, tapping at a calendar she’s pulled up on the screen. “Aaaaaand…you have a standing appointment every Sunday afternoon. Santos’ driver will bring you here. You can bring as many friends as you want, just let us know ahead of time so we order enough pastries and champagne for everyone. We open the shop up just for you and your guests so you can have privacy while you browse and take your time.”

A weekly all-expenses-paid girls shopping trip at this place? I look around, overwhelmed by the idea. “Oh…I…um. I don’t know what to say. I’m not used to this kind of treatment.”

“You’re Santo Russo’s wife now.” She gives me a smile. “You should try to get used to it. He’s the kind of man who’s going to spoil the hell out of his wife.”

“Thanks.” I give her a shy smile, ducking out of the store.

He’s admiring me from behind the windshield of his silver Miata. It’s a beautiful day and he’s got the top down. He sees me coming and throws his head back, giving a raunchy howl that makes me laugh. I lock eyes with him and smile, rolling my hips in my tight jeans the way I’ve seen the girls at the castle do.

He honks the horn.

It startles me, making me jump and shattering my sexy façade. I laugh at myself, slipping into the passenger seat. “You shouldn’t honk at people.”

His gaze slides from my face down to the low neckline of my shirt. “When you want to bend them over the hood of your car and take them from behind you should.”

“Do you do that often?” I ask.

“My horn only honks for one girl now.” He flashes me a wink. “And that’s the way I like it.”

I laugh, the wind blowing my hair back as we fly down the road at a reasonable speed. He’s changed. He doesn’t drive so fast anymore. Doesn’t even look at girls. He tells me I’m all the girl he needs.

I know I am.

There are hard days to come. Our story won’t always be a fairy tale. But today…today the sun shines on me. Santo catches my eye and smiles, taking my hand in his.

The man may not be a saint, but he’s my only idea of heaven.