A few hours later, we were somewhere over Northern Midwestern fields, not quite New York but not quite Chicago either, when I turned to Alex and started stroking the curve of her breast through her shirt.
"Babe, I thought I told you no. I thought I ordered you to get some sleep or at least that's what I thought I did. Maybe marriage really has made me lose my mojo and so soon," Alex commanded in the tone she typically saved for our toddler and since our toddler wasn't around, I whined like he would but gave her a much more adult response.
"But I'm not tired and I wanna play with your sexy tits. And I know you want me to. I know you love when I rub your nipples and kiss you," I paused and kissed the spot where her cleavage began thanks to her love for tight black bras and black v-necks, "right here."
"I do but you need your strength for what I'm gonna do to you when we get to the hotel. I would prefer not to spend our honeymoon at an ER because you started having complications. Sleep, now, doctor's orders! My precious little stinky butt," she added with a kiss to my temple as she saw a flight attendant walking down the aisle, more out of not wanting her to get the wrong idea and think she was abusing her visibly pregnant wife than actual affection.
"Can I sleep on your pillowy tits," I teased as I bit my lip and my eyes burned into her chest.
"If that's what it takes for you to fucking sleep. You need your rest. It's my job to take care of you now. I promised your brother, grandmother, our parents and son I would. And I don't wanna fuck it up day one," she confessed as her strong bravado began to crack and get at the real reason for her most recent inappropriate behavior.
"Don't worry so much, baby. If I didn't already know the wife you are gonna be I wouldn't have married you. You are an amazing human being. If it'll help you convince yourself you aren't a fuck up but a well-educated NYU doctor and business owner who just married the well-bred only daughter of an old money, high-status Connecticut family with her parents' blessing then I'll take a nap. Can I get something to relax," I asked as the girls got into an even more uncomfortable position and the pain in my back, hips, and legs mixed with my normal anxiety on planes.
"You're pregnant," Alex replied as she glared at me and rolled her eyes.
"Then don't give me a Valium. I'm so uncomfortable stuffed in this seat."
"Okay, will two Benadryl and some Tylenol work," she asked as if we were haggling at a street fair.
"I think so. And a kiss from my wife," I told her sweetly as I nuzzled against her shoulder, "I'm so sore. These girls of yours really pretzeled themselves into a weird position. I think I need one of those pillows already, I didn't need one until the last two months with Geo."
"I thought they were our babies."
"Not right now they aren't. Just like with Geo and you, when they're cute, they're mine but when they aren't then they are your daughters."
"Yes, and yet they are attached to you and solely dependent on you for their survival."
"I know and you know how much I love them, just right now I'm frustrated, in pain and hate planes."
"Yeah, they are more of a means to an end for me too. I like money and travel, planes are quicker. I've been thinking about getting my own."
"Please do. Just I have to approve the stewardesses."
"Deal, babe. How about the pilot," Alex asked playfully, knowing the only thing I liked about planes were sexy pilots.
"You would really let me?"
"Promise not to have a repeat of Copenhagen ever again and I will. That really scared me, babe. I hate when you feel the least bit of discomfort."
"Yeah cause you are just a big softie Vaus-ee. My Smooshy," I teased as I rubbed my belly so I wouldn't get punished for calling her a softie in public.
"Stinker," Alex replied with a kiss, giving me the complete opposite of punishment, probably because she knew exactly what I was trying to do.
She handed me the pills and some ginger ale then massaged my center under the blanket until I fell asleep. Next thing I knew Alex was shaking me awake, "Are, are we there," I asked as I wiped the sleep from my eyes.
"Almost. Look at this view. I love descending on the lights of LA after a long late afternoon flight out of New York. I've done this trip so many times and the sparkling lights never get old. The flight to Chicago now that is three hours of boredom but California is so pretty from the air."
"It is gorgeous," I exclaimed as I peered out the window with childlike wonderment.
"Yeah, it sure is," Alex responded lovingly as she ran her fingers through my still curled blonde hair, "You have a good nap, Pipes?"
"Yes," I answered as I turned to face her, "I'm hungry now, though."
"We'll stop for a burger on the way to the hotel. I made a reservation with my favorite town car service, and for what I pay them for a year of service they will kill the cow and butcher it if I tell them to, or at least they had better."
"I love it when you get all badass Dr. Vause."
"So, I should stay in this mood? Like until we get to the hotel and I can get my new bride into bed and fuck her brains out? You know, give you your real wedding present, cause we both know a honeymoon is assumed. I'm not that much of an asshole."
"Mmmm…yes, please. You know I love it like that."
"I think when I see you naked on the bed in a WeHo honeymoon suite my mood will shift dramatically. I've had sex with a lot of wives before, they were just never mine," Alex responded as she pushed her glasses onto her forehead and I could see the tears in the corner of her eyes, "I'm thinking it'll be a little more tender than when I normally find myself with somebody's wife and I make their panties drop. Literally and figuratively sweeter."
"Don't go all soft on me, Vause."
"You bring out the worst in me, stinky butt."
"Or do I, smooshy," I teased with a playful nudge and then rested my head on her shoulder and took her hand until the plane was at the gate. Around forty-five minutes later, we were driving through Los Angeles along the ocean to our West Hollywood hotel, after our driver made a quick stop to pick up burgers, fries, shakes and the best bottles of Bourbon and champagne Alex could get her hands on. I noticed the people passing our blacked-out dark SUV gawking at the car in hopes of catching sight of some celebrity, and while she was one, she wasn't the kind of influencer, singer or actress they were looking to catch a glimpse of and take back to their small flyover town, not that we couldn't give them anything to tell their friends just we weren't in the mood at the moment. We wanted to make out but weren't in the mood to be a spectacle. We didn't have to say we couldn't wait to have some time alone for the first time in our marriage, all I had to do was look over at her with a warm expression, smile and rub the roses on her arm and all she had to do was take my hand and kiss between each knuckle. I sat back and drank my Pellegrino and enjoyed feeling famous for a moment as I watched Alex drinking from the bottle of bourbon in between kisses.
Somehow, we made it from the car to the lobby to our suite with a panoramic view of the city below us and the mountains surrounding us. Alex stuck her key in the door and when I went to enter, she glared at me and shook her head before lifting me and carrying her bride across the threshold and laid me down on the bed. Over the next four hours, she did every trick she knew how to do with her skilled tongue, hot body and magic fingers until I couldn't even scream her name any longer. We ordered some late-night ice cream before I finally fell asleep with my head buried in her exposed breasts with one last promise, "when we get to Hawaii, I'm in charge and you will get what you deserve for what you just did." Alex didn't say a word, she just kissed the sweet spot behind my ear probably long after I was firmly in dreamland.
The next afternoon, we arrived at the Four Seasons in Waikiki and checked into our huge oceanfront suite. I didn't look around in amazement like I normally did when we checked in somewhere, I had one thing in mind and one thing only. Alex had rebuffed my advances that morning, then my offer of an airport quickie, and finally, on the plane, she told me the same thing as the night before, an exasperated, "Sleep, Piper," and when she did give in it was always to pleasure me. Which, while exceedingly enjoyable, wasn't what I wanted. I saw her start to say, "so," and I knew she was about to ask me what I wanted to do but I was tired of talking and subtleties. I slammed the door, clicked the lock and pushed her front against the wall and pressed my center hard against her ass while I bit into her neck and massaged her breasts roughly.
"You" I glared at her with lust filled eyes in my most commanding voice, letting my frustration finally turn into rage, "You are gonna give me what I want and I'm done listening to your excuses, Vause!"
"This is what I get for being a good wife," Alex teased as she made it clear she knew she was cornered and hoping a minimal amount of submission would be enough to satisfy me and avoid the inevitable full strength of my latest plan. As if I would ever do that after about thirty-six hours to come up with an airtight plan. Or that I hadn't been thinking about the first time I fucked my wife since I admitted to my family, friends and the world that I wanted one and that I wanted it to be her.
"Yup. All of a sudden now that you're married you don't want sex or at least that's how you seem to be acting. But I know you better than that. You want it, you just put everybody else first and maybe right now you are feeling like too much of a woman. You're feeling vulnerable and you want to make sure I love you and don't go anywhere. I'm your pregnant wife, we have a prenup, where would I go if I wanted to? I want to do you. I want to fuck you. Three tries ago it woulda been gentle, now I'm going to fuck you so hard you never turn down my advances again. Now lie down on the bed. On your back, woman! Now!"
I released my grasp on her and spun her around before working my tongue as deep into her mouth as I could and doing every move that I knew would put her in the mood, whether she wanted to be or not. I wasn't in the mood to negotiate with Alex Vause, I was in the mood to take what I wanted and my soul craved by any means necessary, even if it meant playing more than a little dirty.
"You ready to behave," I commanded as I alternated between grabbing and slapping her ass, pushing my hand into the back of her jeans and down her underwear then dug my acrylic nails deep into the soft, perfectly round flesh as I grabbed her now puffy bottom lip in my teeth.
"What are you planning to do to me," Alex asked as if she had never been alone with a horny woman, let alone a horny Piper at least a hundred times.
"Wouldn't you like to know," I retorted as I turned her own glare against her.
"Damn, you do that better than me."
"That's not all I've learned from you and I'm about to prove why I'm your wife. Cause at this point you'd have to marry me or kill me to keep your secrets safe. I know too much about too many things."
"Is that so," Alex asked as she tried to hold onto the last shreds of power that she possessed.
"You really want those to be your last words, Dr. Alex Pearl Chapman Vause," I asked, emphasizing my last name and not hers as I massaged her ass and pressed my body as close as I could to hers with my swollen belly and tender breasts in the way.
"Do it. Fuck me however you want. Do whatever you want to my body. Because evidently, surprising you with a trip to Hawaii isn't enough. You think you can take down Alex Vause, go ahead but you only get one chance. And you know what predators do when they're wounded, they tend to snap and it's not pretty."
"I'll take my chances. Now what do you say we test out how sturdy the bed is," I looked over and saw the wood posters, "Mmmm…well how predictable a four-poster bed. What is it you like so much about four-poster beds? I forget. Maybe I should rifle through your suitcase until I remember."
"Kill me now."
"Oh, I don't want to kill you, my babies need both of their parents. I just want to fuck you and see if you did, in fact, spend enough money on this suite so that nobody will come knocking no matter how loud or rough we get."
Alex laid on her back on the bed, trembling and trying to hide her face in the pillow as I searched for the toys I knew she packed, "Look at you lying there like a nervous virginal bride who's only seen the cows and dogs fuck and is wondering if that's what she's going to be expected to do. But you are as far from a virgin as possible and you would enjoy me fucking you like a dog too much. Although you have been a bitch lately and you know how I love to pound that ass and it would accommodate my present condition," I dug into her suitcase a little more and found the soft cuff restraints she rarely went anywhere without, "But I'll spare you the degradation of getting your ass fucked by a pregnant chick."
I had learned a thing or two about the typical contents of Alex Vause's purse from my prime position in her world. She always had a tube of red lipstick, another one of black liquid eyeliner, a discreet vibrator or more commonly two and at least two things that could potentially be used as restraints. And I had been the witness to more than one sex-off between Nicky, Alex and a bottle of expensive bourbon that they drank like Jack Daniels or worse, bottom shelf whiskey. The two had a long-running competition for what's the wildest thing you've used as a sex toy or restraint. Nicky still hadn't accepted she was fighting a losing battle, but at least she had years ago accepted that with her perfectly shiny gold star and hatred of porn she would never win the wildest sexual exploit contest against either of us.
"You don't have to tie me up. I promise I won't fight you. C'mon if you tie me up then I can't dig my silver-blue acrylic nails into your back while you fuck me. You know you love it when I make you bleed a little."
"But Dr. Vause, I plan on spending tomorrow in one of my new bikinis, how ever will I explain the claw marks?"
"Giggle and say the words lesbian honeymoon like the sweet little thing you are. Or I'll let you kiss me sweetly in front of other people and we don't have to say a word. They'll either be impressed or disgusted. Show the world who is really in charge. Would my little pet power bottom like that?"
"That doesn't explain how I'm the one with the claw marks," I teased as I forgot about the dildo and instead grabbed Alex's pink sparkly vibrator that only I knew was her favorite. Lover of all things dark and gritty not only owned a pink vibrator but loved it above all inanimate objects, although her French press came pretty close, "Well, it looks like you can't leave home without this not so little plaything. Geo has his puppy, I have my Bose headphones and you have this. I was going to turn your dick on you and make you cum around your own cock but now I'm thinking about being nicer than you deserve and doing something we'll both enjoy. But I expect to be repaid for my generosity."
"What do you have in mind, Piper Cha-" she started before I glared at her and picked up her dildo, turning just enough to make sure she knew what I had in my hand, "My apologies, Mrs. Vause. What do you have in mind, Piper Vause? Mmmm…it's gonna be so fun when people try to call me Miz Vause now. Miz, Missus Vause, you must want my wife cause I did not support myself doing porn to pay for med school to be called any variation of Miz Vause."
"Rambling is my thing. I'm not trying to flip our roles completely. And lately, I've been thinking Dr. Vause does have a nice ring to it. I think it's time I get back to trying to accomplish what I came to New York City to do."
"Yes, maybe you'll finally realize rambling isn't cute. And I thought you came because we somehow didn't manage to meet when you were in Northampton for four years and Cupid's dumbass wasn't willing to give up."
"Don't lie, you know you find it adorable," as I held a dildo in one hand and a vibrator in the other, "Decisions, decisions. Which will it be, Smooshy? I'm starting to lean towards both at once."
"You drive a hard bargain, Pipes. Someday, I'm going to get to the bottom of your psychopathy."
"Yes, you have so much trouble understanding the inner workings of my deviant mind that you just had to marry me and give me a sweet nonprofit job. Then just to make sure I was stuck with you, you just had to forget to pull out on Halloween after the kid was in a sugar coma knowing full well it was my fertile day."
"What can I say you have the right combination of breeding, education, and passion for the job. You get paid to be one of the ladies who lunches."
"I get paid? I was unaware of that."
"Take it up with HR."
"Uhm, except Artemis has no HR department."
"It does. Carrie-Ann and I are HR, depending on the job title. Now, are you going to get on with it cause I'm this close to changing my mind."
"Then earn the toy we both know you want."
"You are fucking adorable. A fucking adorable pain in the fucking ass but you're a pain in my ass and I wouldn't have it any other way. Come here. Bring the vibrator, please. Pretty, pretty please with Cristal on top."
"Mmmm…Cristal. There will so be a bottle of that in my hospital bag."
"Oh, Cristal isn't even close to what you deserve for what you're doing for us. Now get your sweet little stinky butt over here and fuck your new wife. I'm ready for you to take me to the places only you can get me to."
"God, you are so sexy but I think I'm going to make you watch a striptease first, without being allowed to strip your own clothes off. That is a privilege for me and me only," I teased as I flung the pink toy across the suite, aiming it just outside Alex's reach as she lifted her hands to catch it and shook her head with that smoldering glare that I had become immune to months ago. I put the dildo in the suitcase after playfully lifting the head to my lips to show her what she might earn later if she spoiled me adequately for the rest of the evening. I turned on my favorite and most private playlist and for the next two hours pleasured Alex in all the ways we both enjoyed. I got great satisfaction as I watched her hit the height of her pleasure not once or twice but four times and my name fell from her lips as well as a tumble of obscenities in four different languages.
"I love when I fuck your slutty pussy so good you start speaking in tongues like you're at a Pentecostal revival."
"Well, you know that is the one thing our kind have in common with theirs, our tongues take over when we are at the heights of passion, when the physical body submits to the demonic spirit clawing to get out."
"God, you never stop with the psychological and academic analyses of sexual behavior, do you?"
"You know you're totally into it."
"Did I say I wasn't?"
"Good, point. Now let's go back to that g-word you just said, cause I want to hear a little more of that. When you forget the twenty-four letters of the alphabet after the first two. I'll let you get Ahi tuna for dinner."
"Mmmm…raw fish and raw fish. You sure know the way to a girl's heart."
"Heart, pussy and evidently another uniquely female body part or two judging from all that sexy roundness. Come, cum, come," I crawled back on top of her and we slowly worked each other to our heights together. Nobody was in charge and nobody was submitting, we were equals and it was not a game. Nobody was afraid to be vulnerable and when tears fell, they fell. When we needed to unlatch to declare our love we did. I didn't think it was possible to become more entangled with the woman I married and whose babies I was carrying. I felt her enter somewhere deep inside me and I knew she was a part of me, like an extra limb I never knew I was missing until I discovered it. The next few days were spent taking long walks on the beach, sunbathing or reading on the sand and we even went on a couple of hikes through waterfalls and volcanoes, after Alex told more than one ranger I'm an OB, she's an elite athlete, she can handle it. Of course, we spent plenty of time naked in bed doing what we did when we had no other responsibilities or cares in the world. We savored every moment together. Every sunrise and sunset, every time the foamy waves tickled our ankles as we walked along the sand, not caring if anybody looked at the two queer women unafraid to show their love for each other. Maybe a few of the vacationers who couldn't help but gawk at us, we were gorgeous and in love after all, even figured out that my belly, showing proudly in between the pieces of my bikini, was in fact from pregnancy even though we were obviously a married couple. For the first time in my life, I allowed myself to be equally unafraid to show who I loved as I was to show what that love had made me want to do. We stood there watching dolphins and that was all I cared about, not who would see me holding hands with a woman or showing off the body that was growing the first of my wife's biological children. We had a long life ahead of us and I could imagine us coming back here with three little kids giggling in the wet sand yet again with my belly beginning to visibly swell. I didn't share that moment, worried that if I even told Alex that vision might not come true so I rested my head on her shoulder until she held my back close against her front with her hands underneath my bump, providing both comfort and support as unbeknownst to her, our daughters moved around as if they too were watching the dolphins and mimicking their movements.
