Undulate (Alchemy, #2)

by Elodie Hart

Knowing you were on the same team as someone else, that another human had your back and was your biggest, loudest, most steadfast cheerleader forever and ever became less a blessing and more a given as the years wound on.

I want some predatory, hungry fucker to claim me and strip me and spank me and mark me and dominate me and work me really, really hard. So don’t you worry about me.’

He’s not my type. My type is kinky and insatiable. I’m looking for Christian Grey—or a whole roomful of Christian Greys on rotation, if you please—and this guy is Gilbert fucking Blythe.

Like the big fat red Stop sign hanging over his entire demeanour is more of a big fat red rag to this horny, immature little bull.

‘Daddy kink activated,’ I mutter out of the corner of my mouth, and Belle snorts so hard that she leans forward, coughing out her wine

But as I watch Mr Stern Nerdy Sex God stand there in all his bronzed glory as he holds his little girls tight, I get it.

Nobody gets to tell you what to believe. Nobody gets to own your mind, your heart or your body. You own them. You get to decide. The power those words gave me, really, was the courage to be my own steward. To choose my own moral path over the empty, dogmatic rhetoric I was fed.

Being at home with the kids can, as any parent knows, range from torture to therapy.

I bring my face down to the back of her neck. Because in for a penny, in for a fucking pound, and I want my fill of this woman before this fleeting, carnal reprieve is dust.

And nothing makes my lady parts happier than the whiff of a guy who’s outwardly well bred, well educated, and old money, while inwardly being dirty as fuck.

‘It’s specific. To you. No matter how fucked up my home life still is—and believe me, it’s a total shit show, no matter what it looks like from the outside—my brain is so fucking full of you I can barely hold it together. All I can think about is doing unspeakable things to you. The whole. Fucking. Time. So for the love of God, please stop fiddling with your hem, because I can’t look away.’

So help me God, I want to be the one who undoes him, and I want to make it more worth his while than he can begin to imagine.

‘I told you,’ I whisper, ‘you can do what you like with me.’ As long as you make me come. He tugs on my thong. ‘Take it off. I want you bare so I can finger-fuck you on my desk.’

I knew Mr Spreadsheet could dirty up nicely if he was properly incentivised. Turns out all he needed was some indecent propositioning from me and a swipe through my pussy.

I want him to take charge, and it ruins it if I’m stage-managing the entire thing. I want to be a puddle of desire, totally in his hands and entirely fucking useless.

I’m the kind of woman who intellectually finds having a praise kink pathetic and in reality fucking loves this stuff.

I feel like his plaything, sitting on his desk and keeping quiet like a good girl while he finger-fucks me and chats to his associates.

You can lead a horse to water, but I wasn’t expecting you to fucking drink.’ I drank from her well like a man dying of thirst,

God, I love doing this. I adore the sheer filth of being on my knees while a lust-crazed guy shoves his painfully hard cock down my throat and fucks my mouth.

He’s got the beginnings of stubble, and it brushes abrasively against my jaw. I know exactly where I need that, and it’s not on my fucking face.

‘Trying to make yourself come?’ ‘I need to,’ I gasp. ‘Unfortunately, you’re not in charge.’ He squeezes his hands between us to tease my nipples. ‘I am.’ I let out a frustrated groan and he laughs again. Excellent. I’ve gone and got myself sold off to a champion edger.

He twists his mouth. ‘Good. You see this cock?’ He fists it. My eyes are practically on stilts. Yes I see your fucking cock. It’s not exactly easy to miss. Jam it inside me already, mister. ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘I’m going to fuck you very, very hard with it. I want to see what you’re capable of.’

And I hope to God he has a heart, because I need this man to give me what I want. I need him to fuck me in two.

He positions himself right under the torrent of water, and I watch in drooling delight as he throws his head back and shoves his hands through his hair. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

The torrent of water has washed the suds off him, which is good, because I much prefer the taste of dick to the taste of Aesop.

We’re still for a moment under the cascade of water as we catch our breath, me on my knees and him standing over me. Until he says the words I’ve been dying to hear. ‘Go get the hand-held and turn it on.’

There may be a time in a few minutes when I regret allowing myself to get royally railed on the abrasive non-slip surface of my shower tiles, but right now I couldn’t give a fuck. ‘Fuck me here on the floor. Sir,’ I

I sail right off the rails and over the edge and hurtle into oblivion,

I shrug. ‘You’re not doing it for me yet,’ I lie. ‘I’ll need to see your fingers disappear into your pussy for anything to happen.’ ‘Oh, it’s okay,’ she whispers, eyes wide. ‘At your age, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ll bring some little blue pills next time I see you.’ ‘You cheeky little shit,’ I say, tilting the phone so she can see me reach under my bottoms and pull out my monster erection. ‘No Viagra needed here. Not with you looking like that.’

‘What would I do, Mads, if I was there?’ I ask in my sternest tone. ‘You’d edge me and edge me, you sadistic fucker,’ she throws back, and I laugh hard. ‘Good girl. Exactly.’

Her silk blouse and pencil skirt give me major lawyer vibes. I bet she does something really fucking dull, like—what’s that word for property law? Oh yes. Conveyancing.

‘That’s it,’ I tell her. ‘How does she feel?’ ‘Like satin, sir,’ Izzy says. ‘I know she fucking does.’ In my peripheral vision, I see Maddy’s fists clench, and I chew the insides of my cheeks to stop from smirking. She

I make a mental note to sixty-nine her a lot more often if this is how she sucks me when she’s about to shoot her own load.

‘Are you going to spank me?’ ‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’ ‘Yes.’ Her eyes don’t leave mine. ‘Then no. But I am going to fuck you very, very hard, because you’ve pissed me off. Got it?’ She nods. ‘Maybe you could blindfold me too?’ she pleads. ‘Sir,’ she adds as an afterthought, and I shake my head, struggling with the urge to laugh. She is a piece of work. ‘Not a fucking chance.’ She pouts. ‘Newsflash. I have two daughters. Pouting doesn’t work on me.’ I lean forward. ‘Now get on the fucking bed and spread your legs for my cock.’

and I circle it gently, gently… And I ram the fuck home.

I cling to him like a baby koala with abandonment issues,

My heart swells every time I look down at her. Every time I find myself able to brush my lips over her temple. She’s mine.

taken me as I am. Has shone her light on me. It’s equally trite and truthful to say she’s brought me back to life.

Or would you give us the benefit of the doubt? Would you be generous enough to believe in us? My eyes are stinging. I think you would, darling. I really fucking think you would.

‘How adorable is that?’ she murmurs. ‘They literally sound like angels.’ I smile at her with a heart so full it aches. Thank you, darling, I tell my wife silently. And you are extraordinary. ‘Exactly like angels,’ I tell my girlfriend aloud.

‘Is it okay to have sex while the girls are asleep, though?’ ‘If it wasn’t, no one would ever have more than one child,’ he points out with flawless logic. ‘Just try not to scream the house down.’ ‘Remember how quiet I can be?’ I whisper. ‘Like on your desk? I can be such a good girl.’ ‘Fuck yes,’ he groans against my skin. ‘Good point.’ He releases me and backs away, collapsing onto the low white sofa across from the foot of the bed and folding his arms across his chest. ‘Be a good girl, now, Madeleine, and lose the clothes.’

I’ll take it as the true gift it is. Because if losing my first wife prematurely has taught me anything, it’s this. Life, and love, are all we can ask for.

‘All your holes belong to me. Say it.’ ‘All my holes belong to you,’ she repeats, and I grin. ‘What a good little wife. This is going to be good for you, too. I’ll show you. Play with your nipples for me while I play with your pussy.’

Only Mads would know, and introduce me to, a concept such as cock worship, but she does, and she has, and if my beautiful wife wants to worship my cock from time to time, then I’m not a strong enough man to decline her wishes.