~Alistair's POV~
My husband held his breath, his hand coming up to cover my mouth to ensure I stayed silent.
He didn't pull out; he stayed buried deep inside me, his body still twitching with the need to move, but we were frozen.
I wanted to scream, to moan, to tell her to go away.
But I knew better. Any sound would only make things worse, so I stayed quiet, moving my waist just enough to keep my husband buried deep. I didn't want him to lose the mood; I didn't want the world outside to ruin this.
As I shifted, drawing him even deeper into my entrance, Alex let out a choked, guttural groan. He fought to suppress it, his muscles locking with the effort of staying quiet.
"Alex? Are you still awake?" My mother-in-law called again from the other side of the woods.
He didn't answer. This was the only time he ever truly said "no" to her, when he was inside me. In that moment, the power was mine. I was the one he chose.
"They must be sleeping," she finally murmured to herself.
We stayed frozen until the sound of her footsteps faded down the hall. The moment the silence returned, Alex snapped. He slammed into me with a sudden, violent intensity, thrusting as if we hadn't touched in years.
"Baby," I gasped, my face pressed into the pillow. "Do you see what just happened? Do you see why we can't stay?"
Alex pulled me closer, his chest flushing against my back as he slammed deeper, his pace becoming frantic. "I'll tell her tomorrow," he rasped into my ear. "We'll leave tomorrow evening."
I smiled through the heat of the moment. "That's it, baby. That's my husband."
He thrust harder, and I gave him everything. I let out low, muffled moans, keeping them just quiet enough to stay within the room. He hooked a hand under my leg, hoisting it up to angle me better, slamming into me with a force that made my vision blur.
"Fuck, baby..." I moaned, my fingers digging into the sheets.
He began to kiss my shoulder, his hand reaching around to grab my chest, his fingers teasing my nipple with a rough, possessive friction.
I wanted to scream his name, to let the whole house know who he belonged to, but the fear of his mother stayed my tongue.
"Babe," Alex whispered, his breath hitching.
"Yes?"
Once we get home tomorrow," he murmured, "we'll do this again. I want to hear you moan. I need to hear you loud without holding back."
"Okay, baby," I nodded, my head lolling back against his shoulder. "Okay."
The pace became punishing. He went faster and faster, his hand coming up to cover my mouth as he felt me reaching my limit. He knew his mother might still be lingering, her ears pressed to the shadows, waiting for a reason to blame me for "exhausting" her son.
What she didn't know was that her son lived for this exhaustion.
My hand moved frantically over my cock, stroking in perfect rhythm with his heavy, wet thuds against my backside. The friction was unbearable, the pleasure coiling so tight in my gut that I thought I would break.
"Ah... mmmph!" My moans were swallowed by his palm as I felt the first wave of my climax hit.
Alex didn't slow down; he pushed even harder, his own body shaking. "Alis... Alis..." he groaned against my skin.
He slammed inside one last time, driving himself to the very hilt as he released a hot, pulsing load inside me. At the same moment, I came hard against my hand and the sheets, my body arching as a muffled, desperate cry died in my throat.
We both collapsed, the only sound in the room our ragged, synchronized breathing. Alex stayed buried deep inside me, refusing to pull out. He simply held me, his weight a heavy, comforting presence as he pressed a lingering kiss to my shoulder.
"Baby," he murmured, his voice still thick and gravelly. "I have something to show you."
I hummed, still hazy from the afterglow, as he finally pulled out and reached for his phone on the nightstand. The screen's glow was bright in our dark, quiet sanctuary.
"There are new collections of toys that just launched a few days ago," he murmured, scrolling through a high-end site. "I wanted to surprise you, but I think it would be better if we chose them together."
He showed me the screen, revealing a curated selection of toys designed for our kind of intensity. There were weighted glass plugs that caught the light, a set of silk-lined restraints, and a state-of-the-art, dual-vibrating probe designed for deep prostate stimulation. He scrolled further, pointing out a new line of premium, body-safe silicone dilators and a sleek, remote-controlled toy he could operate from his phone.
"I've already put these in the cart," he said, his eyes dark with a renewed spark of desire.
I looked at the sleek designs on the screen, imagining the weight and the feel of them in our private hours back at our own home. "I love them, Alex," I murmured, leaning my head back against his chest. "I want to use every single one the moment they arrive."
"We will, baby," he promised, his voice low and certain. "Every single one."
The tension of the night finally began to bleed away. We eventually stood up, moving through the quiet room to clean ourselves with a gentle, shared efficiency. There were no more words needed, the promise of tomorrow was enough.
Once we were clean, we crawled back under the duvet, tangling our limbs together in a tight cuddle. I felt safe in his arms, the outside world and his mother's shadow finally locked out for the night.
With his heart beating steadily against my back, sleep finally claimed us.
When I woke the next morning, the room was filled with soft, filtered sunlight. I saw Alex just stepping back inside the room, looking refreshed. He moved to the bed, climbing over me with a gentle grace.
"Good morning, Mr. Alistair Montclair," he said softly.
I stretched, a slow smile spreading across my face as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down. "Good morning, honey."
"Did you sleep well?" he asked, his thumbs tracing my jawline.
"Yes, baby," I answered, my voice still husky from sleep. "I slept perfectly, thanks to you."
Alex smiled, warmth lighting his eyes. "I'm glad to hear that," he said. "Because I have good news for you." He paused, clearly pleased. "I've already spoken to my mother. She agreed to let us leave today."
My eyes widened. "Are you serious?"
He nodded, a look of quiet triumph in his gaze. "Yes, baby. We're going home."
I hugged him tight, the weight that had been sitting on my chest since we arrived finally lifting. "I'm so happy. Let me get up so I can start packing our bags."
"No," Alex said softly, easing me back against the pillows. "Stay here. Get some rest. I'll handle the packing."
I watched him move around the room, feeling a rare sense of peace. I stayed tucked away in our sanctuary until it was finally time to leave the Montclair Mansion.
As we descended to the living room, the atmosphere changed. My mother-in-law was there, along with Alex's cousin and a woman I had never seen before. She was elegant, poised, and watching us with a curious intensity. I pushed the curiosity aside and offered a polite greeting to my mother-in-law.
She offered me a brief smile in response.
"Son," she said, her gaze fixed on Alex. "You must attend that conference next weekend."
He nodded in response. "Okay, Mom."
She hugged us both, a gesture that felt more like a claim than an embrace, and we began to walk toward the exit. The driver had already loaded our bags into the car, and the freedom of the open road was only steps away.
But the strange lady followed us out.
Just as we reached the car, my mother-in-law stepped in, her hand firmly on the woman's arm. "Alex, son, this is Clara, my friend's daughter. I mentioned her to you yesterday. She'll be coming home with you to spend some time at your house. It's a good opportunity for you both to get to know each other."
I scoffed, staring at her in disbelief, wondering if I'd heard her correctly. She was inviting a potential suitor into our private home.
But before I could fully process it, Alex spoke up. His voice wasn't gentle or compliant this time, it was cold, sharp, and edged with a defensiveness I hadn't heard in months.
"How?" he demanded. "For what, exactly?"