MADISON

When I wake in the morning, my entire bottom stings and cramps. My legs clinch in a painful lock. My buttocks compress inward, I can't even move an inch. Jace woke before me and has an ice pack ready. I have to ice my vag from the front to the back. It's a long pack which is great. I wedge the cold block between my ass. How is that sore??! He didn't ram me there? We're staying at the Four Seasons. It reminds me of the island mansion. Light toned and airy.

"Nice day for a walk, isn't it?" He purposely invokes sarcasm.

"I can't walk..."

"Wait until I blow your back out."

"You're trying to paralyze me."

"Oh, no." He mimics Jim Carey from the Mask. "My ulterior motive has be exposed, somebody stop me!" The evil villain expression on his face is humorous, but I can't laugh. I'll scream in pain if I do.

"Don't make me laugh, I'll die of pain." I fight from giggling.

He slowly sits on the edge of the bed, as if I'll shatter into pieces if he moves too suddenly. "We can have another lazy day."

"I need meds to enjoy it. It's not like last time." My jaws flinch uncomfortably. "I should've chose softcore."

"I'll ask for Tylenol; sorry the good stuff is at the hospital."

"Ugh!" I bury my face into the mattress. "I want real drugs! Like after the accident. I need to plan another one." Jace cackles at this, but I'm serious. Mediocre aspirin won't help. I have a very low pain tolerance.

"Hang tight, I'll be back with aspirin."

"Use your dough to buy out the medical unit." I grumble and sink my face deeper into the mattress. This is the worse! I'm gonna abstain from sex. I'm on strike! I whimper into the sheets. Last night was a mistake! I should've listen to Jace, he did warn me...but I was so horny. I wanted to feel the full impact. I thought I could handle the aftermath. I'm not as strong as I think.

"Alright. I was able to bargain for Tylenol 3."

"3??" I cautiously hoist myself on my elbows.

"Tylenol with codeine." I've heard of that before, it's a strong med! I was prescribed it for my wisdom tooth. YES! I'm saved! I assume nothing could beat a severe toothache. I was so wrong! Jace hands me a tiny cup of OJ with 2 of the pills. "You're gonna be drowsy."

I down the pills and juice. "Good, I can sleep off the torture."

"Then who will I talk to? I'll be lonely." He mopes.

"Aww, come here." I wave him over. Jace, once again, adds as little weight to the bed as possible, so I'm not hurt. He has incredible core strength to not touch the bed with his lower half until close enough to me. I rest my head on his shoulder. "Will you miss how I spoil you?"

"Maybe." His large fingers play in my hair.

"You're adorable."

"No, you."

"I would've never thought you were the clingy type."

"Guys are just as sappy as women." He wraps his arms around me.

"Do you cry at romance movies too?"

"Titanic wrecked me."

"Understandable. Although Jack could've got on the wood with Rose."

"It was the principle of sacrificing yourself for love. Far better than Romeo and Juliet."

"Hey! I love that one!"

"Of course you do, drama queen."

"It's the most romantic novel I've ever read."

"Should I be concerned?" He titters.

"No."

"Suicide isn't romantic."

"Jack committed suicide, though?"

"No, sacrifice and suicide aren't the same. One is glorified, one is reckless. Many would die to keep someone alive, to be a martyr isn't frowned upon. Killing yourself on a whim is."

"But isn't a martyr the same?"

"No, it's not a sin. In religion, a martyr is heroic."

I connect what he revealed to me on our honeymoon night. How he wanted to switch places with me. Jace said he wanted to take on my pain...which was admirable, not deadly. He didn't want to die, just wanted to take away my hurting. I guess he's somewhat of a martyr. "So, wishing to trade places with me was a sacrifice?"

"Yes."

I give a crooked smile. "I always thought both were the same."

"I'm glad I schooled you."

"In more than one way." I tease.

"Well, you were already a freak, so my work was easy."

"I was kinda naughty."

"Kinda??" I can't get enough of his incredulous stare.

"Okay, I was a lot."

"You made things sexual from the start."

"You did too!"

"Not really, I was tamed."

"The beach house, you hinted at fucking me until I was bedridden."

"After you gave me sex eyes. I was provoked."

"I was giving flirty eyes."

"Nope, trust me, you wanted my dick."

I raise my hand and slap the crotch of his pants. "Well, I got it now." The skeleton of his penis jerks. "Let's agree to disagree."

"Or fuck to agree, but you're hurt."

"Yeah...this sucks. I want to peg you." The deep grumble from his chest brings me joy. So does the way his dick turns to rock. "You want that?"

"Yes."

I stroke his cock from top to bottom. "Large strap on." I gaze up at him, Jace's eyes are exultant. "Or extra-large?"

"Extra-large."

"So, you had one that size in you before?"

"I have."

"I mean a real one, not a strap." I jolt his cock fast with my hand. His legs clinch, his stomach flexes.

"I'm good at choosing big guys."

I turbo my hand as quick as lightning. My hubby thrust his waist high and explodes cream. Squirting a fountain from his tip. "AH AH AHHH HMMMM!!" The yodeling moans from his mouth are sweet medicine to my discomfort. My assline is less painful because of the glorious sound.

The next day. We scuba dive in Barracuda Lake. The crisp stone walls below stretch far. I believe the rock reaches the very bottom. Its texture is rugged art tinted blue. I entered another dimension. A mermaid swimming with my lover. Jace isn't afraid to go deep down. I am. I spot him, turn around, and wave me forward. I float in the neon blue water, trying to build courage. I stay put for a few seconds, apprehensively eyeing the depths. Why am I a chicken? I went skydiving for crying out loud! I can go down!

I'm startled to hear his voice through the scuba set. "Baby, come on."

"I'm scared..."

"There's nothing to be scared of."

"But...sharks...sting rays...jelly fish." I fret.

"None of those are in the vicinity. You're safe." It's witchcraft when he says just one part of the sentence from the thunderstorm. I peddle my limbs to close the distance. My lovebug holds his hand out for me. I look down again at the cave riddled water below. I squeeze his hand as we go lower. "Are you gonna freak out?"

"I don't think so."

"If this is too much, we can go back up."

"This trip is about me facing my fears, I have to go down."

"There's an emergency jet pack installed just in case."

"You thought of everything."

"I always do." He winks. The stone walls reach so far that the blackness of the water engulfs them. I focus on the presence of Jace beside me to ease my anxiety. 

A hotel rooftop in Dubai has a pool that goes all the way to the edge. I wonder how the water stays until I swim to the ledge and spy a very transparent glass boxing off the pool. It's the perfect illusion of trapped water! First timers would think it's an actual waterfall off the side of the building. I stare wide eyed at the futuristic city, sharp buildings, dark colors. The giant golden picture frame landmark. The purple bridge. The desert in the distance. I can't keep my eyes off the splendid city! 

Jace wraps his arms around my waist. "What do you think?"

"I'm in a sci-fi book!" I geek out. Honestly, that's how it feels. The ancient desert and the modern city is such an odd combo.

"Wait until the next one, we're going to time travel."

"I KNEW IT! You can time travel!"

"Shh." He glances around comically. "The world can't know yet."

"I want to go back to the 18th century and wear corsets and huge dresses...and knickers."

"Can I see you in the knickers?"

"Why, Mr. Harrison, you're a vulgar man. You cannot see me in my underwear. That'll ruin my reputation!" I speak exaggeratedly as if I'm in the era.

"Forgive my lewd remarks, madam." He copies my accent.

"Although their underwear wasn't even revealing." I chuckle.

"It was very reserved...unlike now."

"Ok, I'll cover up more."

"You better not." He nibbles on my ear. I grab his hair with both hands and claw my nails deep. I think Jace was right about me not caring about PDAs. We're not alone on the rooftop, yet I'm comfortable enough to flatten my body onto his. 

JACE

We board the jet. I allow my bunny to know where we're going this time. All the other locations I hid from her. "Rakotzbrücke, Germany." I command the AI pilot.

"Germany??!" She gasps.

"Yes."

"They're popular for medieval castles."

"Do you want to add that to the list?"

"Definitely."

We'll be there in 4 hours. The sky is dimming, sunset is in about an hour, which is perfect. The autumn trees and river is full of yellow, orange, red, and green leaves. There's a dark, pebbled bridge arching high above the river. The thick stone is an old form of construction no longer used. Pieced together rock by rock.

My baby lose her breath at the enchanted forest and bridge. "It's so high up!"

"Yeah, it's a bit of a hike." I take her hand in mine as we stroll.

"This looks beyond old!"

"Built in 1860...the same century you want to time travel to."

"I can tell..." She beams. "I wonder how many carriages crossed it." Madi's eyes are dreamy and intrigued. "How many fair maidens swished their dresses against the stones." My wife stares down at the rustic brick.

"Possibly hundreds."

Once at the top, my honey takes in all the glamor. We're elevated about 30 feet above the water and can see past most of the trees. There's a meadow where brown horses graze. Their owner wears overalls and a sunhat. My sweetie waves at the old lady, who kindly waves back. "This place is living art! How is it real?"

"City life kills nature's beauty, concrete instead of grass, buildings instead of trees. Nothing beats untouched land."

"That's why you bought the island?"

"That...and to get away from human civilization."

"I don't blame you... people are cruel."

I pick up on her thought pattern. She's still afraid of the media after being demonized. "It'll get easier, the press are parasites, soon they'll move to the next person to defile."

"Maybe..." Madi holds her head down.

"You should still do the studio, don't let tabloids ruin it."

"It's too late...the joy was sucked away. You're right...they're parasites."

I guide her chin up and turn her face to meet mine. "Don't give up."

Her eyes gloss over. "I'm not strong like you. You had years to adjust. I only had four months."

"Yes, it takes years, but you can do it."

"I don't think I can."

"I believe in you." I stroke her chin. Madi's brows collide emotionally. The four words are just as powerful as I love you. The phrase delivers the same peaceful effect. My love smiles and kisses me. A gust of wind whips leaves, creating an array of colorful streaks around us.  

We fly to Bavaria, the Neuschwanstein Castle is there that I know she'll love. I text the receptionist for the estate:

I need the castle vacated tonight and tomorrow.

I watch the chat bubble load. My name is in the database, the receptionist knows exactly who I am.

Of course, sir, we'll close the castle to guests immediately.

Thank you.

Madison snickers. "All the power in the world."

"You know you love it." I brag.

"I do...snap of a finger and poof...like magic."

"I considered buying the property, the homeowner is interested, so he caters to me." I put my phone away.

"Is he hot?"

"I'm not into old men." I squint awkwardly.

"I thought you would be." She curiously tilts her head to the side.

"I actually assumed you'd be. I have 6 years on you. I thought that was on purpose on your end."

"Not really...you were unexpected. My first boyfriend was 2 years older. Although I didn't want to date a guy younger than me..." She bites her bottom lip. "Okay...you might be right; I like older guys."

"You must've had a bad experience."

"Yes. Two words. High school."

"Let me guess, they were too horny for you?"

"That...and too immature."

"Honestly, I don't think you know how attractive you are. I don't blame them for trying." This is the quickest I've ever seen her cheeks go fiery. Her entire face reddens. "I love when you do that."

"I hate it."

"Why?"

"I feel like a radiator." She scoffs.

"How about down there?" My eyes lock on the midsection of her dress. Her mischievous side awakens. It's so sexy how she switch from shy to a seductive goddess. The slitted siren eyes, the parted lips. The overconfidence. My ocean eyed beauty grabs the back of my head and guides me to her thighs. I lift her dress and scope out her vag. "See for yourself."

I dine on her heated cream. Her lady boner pokes through the lacy thong. The sweet sharp flavor is addictive. There're hints of pineapple, she must have eaten that earlier. The meaty steak taste reminds me of hot cinnamon. I hum as I feast on her. Silky goo seeks through her crocheted panties. I rake my tongue across the spidery fabric. Her hands pull me in closer, her airy soft moans heighten my hunt. I remove her underwear and plunge my tongue all the way in her burning clit.

"OH OOHHH YESSS!!" Madi tugs me deeper. My tongues stabs, swivels, and curls inside her. Her inner glands compress and shrink to hug my tongue. I dig farther. Madi's legs curl aggressively. "JACE!!!!" Her shrill voice makes me grunt. 

The sun is setting when we arrive. The jet lands in a stone courtyard. There's a silver haired old man waiting by the massive doors. Leonard Scott. One of my father's business companions and one of my many investors. Madi changes from her soiled dress and underwear to a flowy one with long sleeves, it reminds me of Morticia Adam's, only yellow. She's so covered up, yet still has delicious curves in the fitted dress. She's tempting me on purpose. I rest a hand atop her ass.

MADISON 

I'm shocked by how comfortable I am with his hand on my ass. I never thought I'd be the type of girl to let this happen around people. But here I am, proud of how much he desires me. I slyly rest my hand on his wide tush to communicate that I want him too. I tiptoe to mutter in his ear. "I want to peg you."

"Not here."

"Why not?"

"The equipment is at the penthouse."

"Oh..." I grin. I want to ask what equipment, but we're too close to the owner. I'm comfortable, but not enough to talk dirty around a stranger.

"Good evening."

"Evening." Jace nods. "This is my wife Madison."

Butterflies flutter throughout my entire stomach. I love how he introduces me. "Lovely to meet you." I shake his hand.

"Likewise. Leonard Scott." He share niceties. "Enjoy the castle and please convince your husband to buy." The old guy demands.

"Will do."

"See, now it's an inside job, that's not fair." Jace cracks.

"With wives it's never fair."

"Yes, we rule." I raise my chin.

"Great, the deal is done!" The man hackles amusingly. "How has your father been?"

"Busy, as usual." Jace lies. I know he hasn't spoken with his dad.

"We should get together and hash out another investment."

"What do you have in mind?" My hubby swap on his stoic expression for business.

"Wedding halls."

"Hmm...that's profitable."

"Especially with the rich, how much did the wedding cost you?" He asks me.

"I honestly don't know..."

"$1.3 million."

"What?!" I gasp.

"Factoring in guests, ships, production and camera crew. Directors. Broadcasting. Food courses." Jace lists the expenses.

"Wow..." I shake my head.

"That's just a little spoiling." He says nonchalantly.

"Exactly." Leonard agrees. "That's why we need to place stock into wealthy weddings. Let your father know." He pats Jace's shoulder. "But I won't keep you any longer, enjoy the castle." He waves me goodbye on his way to the driveway. There's a vintage Volkswagen Beetle parked there.

"Thank you, I'll be in touch." My lovebug puzzles my body beside his. "So...what do you think?"

I examine the regal, Disney esque castle. "It's beautiful!"

"Beautiful enough to be home?"

"You want to live here?" I'm flabbergasted.

"It'll be one of our places...if you want."

I analyze his face, not sure if he's joking. I don't think he is. He actually will buy this place if I say I like it? "It's unbelievable...but I'll only want it if you do." I play the fence, not wanting to seem shallow.

"You have a lot to learn about being pampered." He chuckles. "Just one word and I'll give you everything."

"You already gave me that." I snort.

"Not really."

"Let's see...I have the ring of my dreams, the perfect wedding and honeymoon. And now, the gift of being your wife..."

"And homes for our children."

"Homes??"

"Yes, more than one."

"More than one house or more than one kid?"

"Both."

I scoff. "How many kids do you want??"

"4...or an army. I haven't decided yet." He shrugs.

"You expect me to push out multiple???"

"Yes."

"My mom stopped at one for a reason, she said it was too painful."

"I'll make sure you're properly drugged, so you feel nothing."

I bite my lip. "Mom also ranted about sore feet, back, neck, and nipples."

"I'll be your masseuse."

"Yeah, just so you can massage my titties."

He sniggers. "So, are we in agreement?"

"How about 2...?"

"4."

"2."

"4." Before I can say the number again, he shuts my mouth with a smothering kiss. He's insane! I can't push out 4 babies...even if I'm medicated! That's too much. I heard the more you have the more your body changes.