As the pair left the hospital a few days later, Bruce was given strict instructions to limit his physical activity for at least six weeks, to risk tearing any stitches.
“That includes sexual activity.” The doctor said, looking both Bruce and Anna in the eye, “Bruce should be in bed, and relaxing not raising his blood pressure.”
Anna nodded and understood. It would be hard for her but she would resist the urge to fuck him senseless. She had to, she couldn’t risk losing him again.
When they got back to Paradise, Wyatt had set up a private area for them. It was normally his summer “home”, where he could be left alone, but he figured the pair of them would enjoy being away from watchful eyes, especially whenever Anna walked into a room.
The first two weeks of Bruce’s recovery went just fine. For the first time Anna could care for Bruce herself. She had sent the housekeepers away, as well as the butler and chef. She wanted to show Bruce her world, where not everything is handed to him on a silver platter. Most of the time, Bruce was on a heavy pain medication, so he was pretty out of it.
One afternoon, about three weeks after Bruce’s injury, Anna sat next to him on the couch and took his hand, “You were serious about getting married right?”
Bruce cocked his head and asked, “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I just wanted to check… You were high on morphine when you proposed.” She giggled and then continued,
“I just haven’t told my mom yet. I’ve called her every day. She knows who you are. She knows we love each other. But she knows your reputation. I don’t want to tell her until you’re absolutely sure. She never really liked James, and honestly, when we were married I barely ever saw family and friends. He was controlling in that way…”
She squeezed his hand, Bruce could tell that she was serious, that she didn’t want to disappoint her family again.
“I was serious. I am serious,” Bruce says, looking her in the eye. “There are a whole lot of things I don’t think your family needs to know about but I have kept you away from them for too long.”
Anna smiles at him and kisses him.
Bruce pulls her to him and begins to kiss her more intensely. Then he moves to her neck. Kissing, nibbling.
“Bruce…” Anna starts to scold him before giving in for just a moment. As she feels a familiar pulse between her thighs, she pulls away.
“Doctor’s orders…” she says wagging a finger at him, though her eyes dart again and again to the bulge in his sweatpants.
“This doctor is trying to kill me!” Bruce says with mock dramatics.
Anna giggles and kisses his forehead, “Only three more weeks, sir.”
As Anna walks away, she can’t help but feel that twinge, that pull, that attraction to her fiance.
Fiance. What a word, how happy it makes her.
She turns back to Bruce and checks his bandages again, making sure they’re tight against his wound before looking him in the eye.
“If you’re good and let me take care of…” Her eyes meet his bulge and she bites her lip. “Of you… I’ll let you fuck me however you want after you’re cleared…”
Bruce can tell she’s serious, if he surrenders to her, to let her care for him, however she sees fit, then he has a free pass, anytime, anywhere he pleases.
“Bruce.”
Bruce’s gaze meets hers and he smiles.
“Bruce? What are you smiling at?” Anna giggles. Still leaning over him, her face inches from his.
“Anna, did you just bribe me with sex?” he says.
“Well…” she giggles.
“Looks like I must have rubbed off on you,” he chuckles. “And once these bandages are off I am going to rub inside of you until we both collapse.”
Anna bites her lip. There’s that throb again. God, he still knows exactly how to get to her.
Their moment is interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Oh mademoiselle, please let your dear friends in!” comes a familiar sing song French tinged voice.
Anna looks at Bruce. He chuckles and shrugs. Anna goes to the door, unlocks it, and opens it slightly.
Monique bounds through the door, tackling Anna in a hug with Francesca following close behind. The two French girls kiss her face again and again.
“Oh! I thought you were leaving us! I was so frightened!” Monique says between kisses.
Anna stops giggling long enough to free herself from the onslaught of affections and get to her feet.
“How did you know we were here?” she asks, still unsure if she is happy or annoyed.
“Mr. Wyatt knows where you are,” Francesca says before narrowing her eyes and trying to sound mean. “We have ways of making him talk.” Her ruse falls almost immediately as she starts to giggle.
“Did we dress okay?” Monique bursts out. “Wyatt said we had to wear clothes and not the sexy ones because Mr Bruce is broken.”
She draws attention to their attire, coordinating track suits, Monique in pink, Francesca in green.
“Are we not sexy enough?” Francesca says, comforting her face to try to look unattractive.
“Girls.” Anna laughs as she hugs them back, “You’re both so silly, you are dressed fine. And Bruce isn’t broken, he’s just recovering.”
Anna looks back to Bruce and smiles at him.
“I’ve got to get Bruce his next round of meds, why don’t you girls go sit in the kitchen, there’s a little table there and I can make us some coffee.”
Monique and Francesca cock their head, a bit confused, they’ve never not had a member of staff do something for them.
“Oh, I sent all the staff away, told Wyatt to give them their pay and let them take a vacation. They deserve it as much as anyone else, plus, I wanted to take care of Bruce on my own.”
The girls nod and still seem confused before they turn and go into the kitchen, muttering in French to each other.
“Well, this is unexpected.” Bruce starts, before wincing, his pain medication wearing off.
“Let’s get your meds in you, I’ll see what they want and send them on their way.” Anna kisses his forehead and brings Bruce his pain medication, antibiotic, and other various supplements to aid his recovery.
“Bruce, I was serious about the sex bribe.” Anna says with a wink.
“Oh, I know, Miss Aubergine… I know” Bruce winks back before pulling her to him and growling in her ear, “It’s a deal, but know that I’ll be taking you by surprise, and you can’t do anything about it…”
Anna bites her lip and a small moan escapes her lips, before she kisses him deeply and hands him his medication.
“Get some rest, maybe you’ll be cleared early if you follow my orders…” She winks again and turns.
“Anna,” Bruce calls as she gets to the doorway, “I love you.”
Anna smiles, blushing slightly, “I love you too, Bruce.” She blows him a kiss and heads to the kitchen.
Monique and Francesca are sitting at the small table by the window looking a little sad and upset. Anna puts the water on for the coffee and sits in between them.
“Why the long faces?” Anna takes both of their hands.
“Our father is dead…” Monique says before bursting into tears.
.Anna can’t believe she didn’t remember, she had been so caught up with caring for Bruce that she forgot Carolina said her husband had died. She didn’t even think about how the girls would take it.
Francesca also begins to cry, although a little quieter.
“Oh… Monique, Francesca, I am so sorry…” Anna squeezes their hands. She doesn’t need to say anything yet, she knows that these girls need a listening ear that won’t try to fuck them at every turn. She lets them let it all out, and after a few minutes, they start to calm down.
Anna stands, and brings some cups and tea over to the table, allowing them to choose their flavor before pouring the hot water over the tea bags.
“Did your mother tell you?” Anna asked quietly, holding back her anger towards Carolina.
“Our… Our mother… Oh that bitch…” Francesca said under her breath.
“Sister!” Monique said, swatting her hand. “Our mother is not very nice, but you can’t call her that.”
“I can call her anything I want. She barely saw me when I lived with her and papa, and as soon as I turned 18 she sent me here.”
Anna’s heart broke for them, it was clear that Carolina was only looking out for herself, and didn’t give a damn about anyone else.
“Look…” Anna started, looking them both in the eye, “I only met your mother once, and I didn’t like her either. Even though you may not like her, what’s happening right now isn’t about her. It’s about you and grieving your father, who I am sure was a wonderful man who loved you both.”
The girls sniffled and then began to tell Anna about their childhoods, how their father was away on business a lot of the time, but any time he was home, he made sure every waking moment was with them, playing dress up, having tea parties, and taking them to see the sights in Paris. He seemed like a wonderful father. Anna could tell how much he meant to them.
“I know this is hard, but know this, your father is with you, every day, he is watching you become beautiful, strong women, who can do anything they want.”
Francesca looked to Anna and smiled a small smile, “What if… What if I want to leave this place.. I want to go home.”
Anna smiled and squeezed her hand, “Then you can do so. Wyatt doesn’t own you, no one does . Your mother may have an idea of who she wants you to be, but you’re not her. You’re you. You can make your own journey and own life choices.”
Anna turned to Monique, “The same goes for you. You don’t have to stay here. You don’t have to be Wyatt’s little pet forever, no matter what you decide, you have to decide it for yourself.”
Monique and Francesca seemed to understand, but it was clear to Anna that their entire lives they have always been told what to do, and have never been allowed to make their own choices.
“Think about it, your lives are so full of adventures, regardless of where you are. If someone else tells you what to do for every waking moment, then who controlled your life?”
Monique squeezes her hand and then stands, pulling Anna into a hug.
“Thank you… Anna…”
Anna returns it and then pulls Francesca in for one too.
“If you need some space, our old suite is free, I give you permission to stay there tonight if you need to talk and be without Wyatt’s company”.
They then say their goodbyes and Anna walks them out, smiling at them both as they walk, hand in hand, back to the main resort of Paradise, walking taller and more confident
At some point, Bruce had hobbled his way into the bedroom. His medications tended to knock him out pretty quickly but he’d managed to undress and get into bed before they did.
At first Anna was startled not to see him at his usual place on the couch. Until she heard his snoring coming from the bedroom. She giggles and walks into the doorway. She stops when she sees him spread out on the bed fast asleep and completely naked.
Maybe he hoped their French friends would peek in on him, she giggled. But she also found she can’t stop staring at his body.
His toned, muscled arms spread out. The edges of his tattoos just breaking the curved surface of his biceps. His hairy, muscled chest. His stomach which had started to get just a little more pronounced as their relationship had progressed.
And his cock. Laying semi hard against his leg like it always did when he slept. Anna bites her lip thinking of how many times she’d grabbed ahold of it while they’ve laid next to each other. Grabbing it. Stroking it until it’s rigid. Wrapping her lips around it and sucking slowly down his shaft. Up and down. Taking it into her throat and moaning. Preparing it to be inside of her.
She closes her eyes and slides a hand into her shorts. Stroking her wet slit gently. Biting her lip. It has been so hard to resist him these few weeks when every part of her body wants him so intensely. She hasn’t touched herself at all but now she is realizing how time away has left every part of her so sensitive. She can play a little, right?
Her secret.
She watches as his cock twitches and starts growing harder without being touched. She giggles and hopes he’s dreaming of her.
Fuck. It’s right there, she thinks. The throb between her legs is in full force again. Her fingers graze her clit again and again. Her nipples start to harden under her shirt.
Oh God. She just wants him to take her like he used to. Remind her what a dirty slut she is for him. Fuck her in any hole, any position he wants. She wants him deep inside of her.
She leans harder against the door frame as her legs start to shake. She hadn’t intended to cum but now that it is creeping up on her she doesn’t want to stop. She braces herself with one arm as her orgasm grows. She bites her lip trying to be quiet but moans keep escaping. Welling up inside of her. Oh God.
Oh God.
OH GOD!
She starts cumming, rubbing herself faster, trying to ride out every second of sweet release. She bites her other hand to keep from screaming. Her chest heaves with deep, intense breaths. She keeps touching. Keeps rubbing. Until it slows.
She giggles. She catches her breath. Licks her cum from her fingers. Waits for her face to stop flushing. She takes one last calming breath and lays in bed next to her sprawled out lover.
He stirs slightly, “Did you have a nice time with the Frenchies?” he murmurs through his medicated fog.
“Mmmhm,” she responds affirmatively.
“Is everything okay?” he says, not opening his eyes.
She giggles and cuddles up closer to him. “Everything is wonderful, my love,” she says, kissing him gently and closing her own eyes.
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