A/N: Here's a bit of dom Piper and a very uhm interesting Vauseman strap scene to liven up your quarantine...this chapter isn't perfect but it's very not fluffy fluff and I wanted to give you guys something (might update this chapter later)...thanks again for all your encouraging words (and I'm in the outlining stage of the sequel and it has a title but I'm going to finish Stuck on You first and I'm in the early stages of working on a three-part paranormal romance Vauseman series "Souls Trilogy" is my working title for the series)...Baby shower chapter should go up soon and then we'll have the twins and name reveal!
"Where are we going? You missed the turn for the highway towards Boston, baby," I hollered at my wife who was smirking in her dark sunglasses and making it next to impossible for me not to kiss her until she ran us off the road. But I had spent just over seven months growing our daughters and I couldn't imagine never getting to hold them or losing them because I did something unbelievably selfish. Sure I had done some incredibly self-absorbed things when I was so obsessed with fitting in and convincing the larger world that I was straight and only crushed on girls when I drank. It was tequila's fault, not mine. The tequila liked girls. But that didn't explain why sipping tea or even a glass of lemon water had the same damn effect. I was brought back to the dream I called my present reality by a hand wrapping around my thigh. I parted my legs hoping she would rub the area of constant need. I no longer knew who made me hornier, my daughters or their mother. But she didn't give in to my need.
"Don't question me. I know where I'm going. I grew up here. You lived here what, four years? Try being an actual permanent resident with a Massachusetts driver's license," she commanded as she dug her nails into the most sensitive spot on my thigh without taking her attention off the road for a second.
"Again with the anti-Smith Townie rhetoric."
"Look at you with your big girl words, Smithie."
"So if you know where you're going, how about you tell me where I'm going," I asked as if I really thought I had any leverage with this version of my wife. When she got it in her mind to surprise me, there was no breaking her. Not even Nicky or Diane would tell me, not even with the caveat of don't tell Alex. Sometimes I wondered how she kept a constant hold on her power the way she did.
"The beach house. Like I told you the other day."
"Then why aren't we driving towards Provincetown?"
"Why are you still asking questions when you know I'm not going to give you what you want," she dug in harder until it burned and then slapped hard without soothing the stinging sensation.
"That's how you wanna play it, Vause? Okay. I'll just ask are we there yet every five minutes."
"Are you my child or having my child? You know what happens when you piss me off. I don't want to have to choose between my daughters' need to stay cozy and yours to be punished severely. Cause right now I'm not sure which I'd choose."
"We both know you'd choose the girls, Smooshy cause you're my mushy softie Vaus-ee."
"Quit while you still have half a chance of getting some tonight."
I bit my lip and softened my eyes, "You know you can't resist me. I have my ways."
"Not another word from you unless it involves our daughters."
"Until we get there?"
"Until I fucking say fucking otherwise! Now be a good girl," she rubbed the crotch of my pants and pushed in right on top of my clit as I struggled to breathe. To not give her the satisfaction from watching me cum so easily and from her misogynistic and aggressive behavior that I did not find attractive or at least I didn't want to admit it.
"You like that don't you, babe," she teased. I had so many witty comebacks but I didn't dare. For the next forty-five minutes, I stayed silent as we drove further north into the Berkshires and Alex stopped the car at a beautiful artsy hotel. She could see me wanting to speak as I reached my hand for hers. "Does Mrs. Vause want to speak?"
I nodded my head affirmatively.
"What are you willing to do for it?"
I knew I was treading in dangerous waters that determined how the rest of my night and possibly longer would unfold. If I touched her in the wrong spot, at the wrong time I might lose a finger. Still, I had to prove I was daring and up for anything. I kissed every inch of skin showing from the neckline of her tank top to her lips and breathed a sigh of relief into her mouth as she pulled away from the kiss.
"If you can still talk after that I'd be impressed," I didn't say anything, just kept looking at her softly, "promise never to teach our daughters that."
"Promise never to teach them the eyebrow raise."
"Sorry babe, that's genetic. They are already in there perfecting it, probably practicing with each other when you think they're napping."
"Well, they do like to look at each other a lot. They always have been so close in there. I still remember how scared we were that they were monoamniotic too."
"Me too. I was a mess after our sixteen-week checkup and they said the twins might be sharing a sac. Hey, wait a second did I give you permission to speak?"
"I merely utilized the previously spoken loophole, Dr. Vause. That I could talk if it was about the girls."
"Why are you so smart?"
"Cause you're a fucking genius. A bit socially inept and poorly bred but smart as hell when you wanna be."
"At least it's better than just being too smart for your own damn good."
"You're just mad cause I'm right."
"Let's get checked in and see what I can do with you, a bed and a do not disturb sign."
"I know exactly what you're gonna do. Sucks to be on the other end of your spouse's wouldn't you like to know, doesn't it, Vause?"
"You really wanna test me today, don't you? You are a gutsy little thing."
"But I'm cute and you love me."
"How sure are you about that?"
"Pretty damn. You need me."
"Sure, like a hole in the head," she sighed as she got out of the car then came around to the door and helped me out of the car then grabbed our bags before checking in. After the hotel manager gave us a once over as he confirmed we wanted one bed more times than necessary we arrived at the room. I rummaged through her suitcase until I found her dildo selection, she had brought all my favorites but I knew which one I wanted before I even opened the bag. I threw her cock and it's harness at her, "now be a good little wife and pleasure the chick you got knocked up. I'm gonna ride your cock so hard it'll nut."
"Looks like it already did," she rubbed my protruding belly.
"Yeah and try condoms, Vause."
"They don't feel as good and the doctor told my ma the mumps went to my balls when I was knee-high to a grasshopper."
"Yeah, I got your mumps right here. Now go. I have you all to myself for the next thirty-two hours and I plan to spend as much of it as possible fucking cause the doctor is going to put me on sex restriction at my next appointment and we both know it, so it'll be around September before we can fuck again."
"Let's make the most of it. You want anything?"
"Just you in nothing but a dildo."
"Not even my bra or a nice corset? I got a new one just for you, it's blue."
"Later. But right now I need to rub one out bareback."
"You just wanna grab my titties while you cum."
"So what if I do? Do you blame me? I mean have you seen them?"
"Oh, I have and if I could suck them myself I wouldn't need you, you cute little pain in the ass."
"Keep talking. We'll see who wears the pants in this marriage."
"I'm the breadwinner."
"You may have paid for your cocks but I own them. And in nine weeks I'll own you too after I push out these little goblins."
"Thanks for the image right before I tear your disobedient pussy up."
"Should I give you a better one," I reached my hand into my shorts and started rubbing my clit as she glared at me like she wanted to rip my arm out of its socket then stomped into the bathroom and came back out seconds later as requested and laid down on the bed on her back with her arms above her head wearing nothing but a strap-on and a smile. I tried to pull her hands from the pillow but she stiffened her wrists and smiled not sweetly but the sort of smile that burned me from the inside. Luckily or unluckily, depending on who you asked, I knew how to allow the fire to fuel me instead of consuming me by now. That was one secret I would take to my grave lest I be forced to smack a bitch down.
"Okay, Vause that's how you wanna play it, fine. I'll play," I skipped over to her bags and rifled through them until I found the red leather wrist cuffs she knew I loved. I didn't even try to hide the moment I headed back to the bed with them.
"What are you doing?"
"You don't feel like using your hands right now, so I'm just being a good wife and making sure you don't unwittingly do something you aren't in the mood for."
"Why do I insist on teaching you things?"
"Cause you are a kinky little dyke who enjoys getting fucked despite being this infamous leather top, my queen."
"What am I going to do with my little pet?"
"You put puppies in her and now you are fucked. Literally and figuratively. Now let me selflessly service my queen."
"Yes, cause riding my cock is such a selfless act, babe."
"Don't act like you don't enjoy watching me fuck myself with your perfect cock," I teased as I tied the restraints around her wrists and added a silk scarf for good measure, just in case my captive managed to try to take back her willpower.
"It should be, you picked it out," she responded as I leaned over and kissed her before running my hand down the middle of her body to her belly button without stopping at her breasts as much as I could tell she wanted me to. I wanted her to know who was in charge of every fiber of her being and until then, all pleasure would be mine. It took a couple of hours but eventually, she gave up her need for complete control and allowed herself to feel immense pleasure. Eventually, I untied her and helped her shimmy the harness off her body and then it was just the two of us for three more delicious rounds of lovemaking. Once we came down from our sex-induced haze, she ran her hand up my arm, until I opened my eyes where they were nestled in her tits and looked up.
"Hi, sleepyhead. You are too adorable when you wake up with that toothy little grin."
"I know I am. I just like to remind you frequently. What did you do?"
"I was going to grab my book but you looked so comfy and cute using my body as your personal pregnancy pillow so I just laid here-"
"And?"
She ran her hand up my jaw and bit my lip before kissing me softly, "I was getting there. Watched you sleep."
"You did," I gushed as I kissed between her breasts and tangled my hand into her hair.
"Yes," she ran her fingers through my hair, twisting strands between her fingers and planting kisses in my hair while breathing in my scent, "you want to order some dinner and then take a bubble bath."
"Did you still want to read?"
"Are you asking me to read to you?"
"I love it and you're so good at it."
"It's your night, babe. We can spend it however you want."
And we did. We spent it eating vegan sushi and curry in white robes, dipping in and out of the bath between reading and laughter until we finally fell asleep. After breakfast at the hotel the next morning, we drove to the beach house where we spent two days hanging out at a still largely empty beach and walking along Commercial Street. Alex treated me to spa treatments, waxing and we got our eyebrows done even though I knew if I carried to term it would all be grown back. It made me feel like the strong, powerful woman I had grown to enjoy seeing in the mirror, the sort of woman capable of carrying twin girls and raising them to be righteous warriors. I had been feeling weary and hating being pregnant, wanting them out, especially as I saw women in my twin due date group giving birth to reasonably healthy babies. They could be born now and be fine but these three days with Alex had rededicated me to my goal of carrying these girls until the doctor had to force them out. I remembered my first question when I found out there were two, "How do I carry to term," and all the times I've pleaded since for people to tell me how to carry these babies long enough that I get to hold them at birth and take them home with me. I knew I would make it. Or at least I hoped I would.
