The Bad Boy And The Mermaid

Hunter
I woke up the next morning with Blue snoring softly and snuggled in the crook between my arm and neck, her delicate little
hands holding me in the middle possessively. I stared at her wondering if Blue had really married me last night or perhaps it had
all been a dream.
I dared a look at the grandfather clock near the hearth. It was a little after ten am. I dreaded thinking about college and all the
notes that I’d have to borrow from someone to keep up. I decided to compartmentalize any discouraging thoughts about college
and concentrate on the bliss I was currently living in.
I hadn’t felt so fucking sated in like forever. It was like a missing piece of me had come back. I brushed a stray lock away from
her ear and kissed her there.
She murmured something under her breath, clenching me more tightly. Slowly, making sure I wasn’t going to wake her up I took
her hand off my body and laid it back on the mattress gingerly. I reached for the phone on the bedside table and dialed the
number connecting to Steve’s room.
I spoke softly on the phone making sure not to wake up my bride, “Steve, do you have the items I told you to buy for me
yesterday?”
“Yes, sir.” Came the butler’s response.
“Can you bring them to my room upstairs?”
“Certainly, sir.”
“My wife’s still asleep so when you’re here, knock only once and make sure it’s as light as an ant’s feet on wooden floorboards.”
There was a disturbing silence on the other end. “Yes, sir.”
“Good,” I said. “Tell Mary-Alix to prepare a lunch to-go. Some sandwiches, mini pizzas, and sliced fresh fruits. Oh and, a nice
chilled lemonade.”
“Pardon, sir, are you going somewhere?” He asked.
“We will take a small picnic by the river banks.”

“I will pass on your instructions to the cook.”
I pulled on my satin robe and settled down in the single leather chair beside the bed, and noticed the box of truffles half empty.
Blue must have eaten most of it. I recalled the second time that I’d made love to her last night when I’d smeared some of the
truffles over her body and licked it off her skin. I’d never loved chocolate so much.
Even thinking of it was making me hard again.
Blue had proven to be more passionate than I would have imagined. Her innocent pleas to give her pleasure made me giddy,
any other normal woman would have been embarrassed but once Blue had gotten the taste of what sex was like, she was
insatiable.
We had ended up falling asleep at four a.m in the morning, at the crack of dawn.
I heard some footsteps outside but there was no knock on the door. How long did it take Steve to get the things I’d asked him?
I’d waited for the past fifteen minutes. Feeling impatient, I walked to the bedroom door, opened it and peered out. Steve was
standing there with the bag of supplies.
“I told you to knock. What were you doing standing there?” I asked.
Steve shrugged, “you told me to knock as softly as an ant’s feet on wooden floorboards.”
I looked heavenward and snatched the stuff from his hand. “Thanks. Tell Mary-Alix about lunch.” I informed the Butler and shut
the door behind me.
* * *
Blue
The bed was empty beside me. I could feel it.
Feeling panicked, I started to sit up, calling out his name when a voice stopped me.
“Blue, love, I’m sitting right here.” Hunter’s soothing voice informed me, “Lay back in bed again.”
I complied, keeping my eyes closed. I turned around in bed with my body facing the ceiling. I pulled my knees up and spread my
legs, wide. Maybe he wanted to make love to me again. I loved it, the feeling of Hunter moving inside me and making those
sounds.

I’d read somewhere a good wife did whatever her husband asked her to, especially in his bed. A good husband did the same as
well, listen and obey to his wife’s whims. I’d realized Hunter had more of a domineering streak that I adored.
Instead of feeling him enter me, I heard the sound of laughter. My eyes shot open to find him seated by the hearth, wearing a
maroon satin robe, his long legs spread out in front of him. His golden-brown hair was shining in the sunlight that was streaming
from the drapes. He had a white drawing board placed on his lap, his fingers moved with leisure in graceful strokes, and his
silver eyes watched me intently. His mouth was moving, oh no, he was eating something.
My chocolates.
Feeling panicked, I said, “those are mine! You can’t eat them!”
“Will you close your legs for me, love?” He asked. “I want you lying on your stomach, eyes closed.”
“You’re telling me to close my legs now but you spent countless hours last night telling me to keep them open.” I said, “What’s
wrong, Hunter? Have you become bored with me already?”
He laughed again, the kind of sound I loved hearing. “The sight of your open legs is a delightful scene, believe me, but I’m
feeling oddly inspired this morning.”
“Inspired to do what?” I asked rolling on my stomach the way he wanted.
“Inspired to paint you, my gorgeous wife,”
“You’re painting me?!” I exclaimed and sat up again. “Show it to me!”
He narrowed his eyes at me, and in a mocking demanding voice, he said, “Back in bed. On your stomach. Now. And don’t make
me tell you twice.”
“Or what?” I asked, daring him.
“Or you’ll spend the rest of your day on your back letting me do wicked things to you.” He said jokingly, but the devilish glint in
the silver of her eyes told me he was making a promise.
“And do you hear me complaining?” I asked.
“Goddamn, what happened to my innocent mermaid girl? She seemed to have lost her way during the wedding.”

I gave him a sideways shy smile, “The things you did to me yesterday, after that, I don’t think that innocent girl even exists right
now.”
The amusement vanished from his features. “I should feel sorry, but it’s strange how I don’t. Stay still.” He instructed, his pencil
doing light strokes on the white-board, the sound of the scrapes of the pencil was oddly satisfying. We could do this for hours.
“I don’t think you should ever feel sorry for marrying me. This is exactly what I wished for, and I got it.”
“Marrying a busboy is hardly something I’d call a wish.”
“What’s a busboy?” I asked.
“Nothing,” He said dismissively as he stood up and walked towards the bed. I thought he had had enough of sketching and
wanted to make me moan again, but he arranged the covers over my back and went back to settle into the chair again. “You
move a lot. Stay still.”
“What’s your wish, Hunter?” I asked him.
“I have a list of wishes.” He declared with a smirk.
“I want to hear about this list.”
“Well, apart from marrying you, my wish is to have a nice lovely home and lots and lots of money so that we can have everything
we need and so we can travel around the world.”
“We?” I asked.
“Yeah, you and me,” He answered.
“You’d take me with you?”
“Who else do you want me to take? Apollo?” Hunter asked sarcastically.
“Stop making jokes about my brother,” I said laughing as I threw a red pillow at him.
“You’re my wife now, why do I need to keep reminding you?” he was still smiling. “If I’ll be rich one day, you’ll be rich too. Right
now, I’m poor—”

“So I’m poor too.” I completed for him, “This doesn’t seem like being poor to me though. You’re privileged, Hunter.” I said waving
at the fine richness of the entire room.
Hunter shook his head. “I told you. It’s my father’s. And even though I’m supposed to inherit this house, it’s not yet mine to keep.
What’s mine is the little apartment back in town and the savings I have left.”
“It doesn’t matter to me if you’re rich or poor, I just...”
“But it matters to me!” Hunter snapped, his eyes turned dark for a moment and the playful tone in his voice was gone, his
carefree expression replaced by a scowl. “I would do anything to become rich, and not with my father’s help or his name. I want
to do it on my own.”
I’d angered him. Hunter rarely showed anger in my presence, but I’d heard from Hannah the stories about his rages that when it
started they were endless and often had ended with a few people in the hospital and him in jail. I’d only seen a spark of that
anger in his expressions. I should have been scared but his energy; it told me that Hunter would never hurt me no matter how
angry I made him.
“Why does money matter to you so much?”
His expressions softened as his gaze flicked from me to the drawing board, “With the money I could keep you happier. Buy a
larger house; give you things that you actually deserve.”
“And what exactly do I deserve?” I asked.
“Diamonds, maids at your beck and call, huge fucking...I mean...huge freakin’ room full of your clothing, shoes, everything of the
finest quality.”
I laughed. How ridiculous that sounded. “I don’t want any of that.”
Hunter sighed and shook his head. “Not one normal woman on this goddamn planet would ever say no to diamonds, a big house
or a dozen maids, I’d bet every cent on that.”
“But I’m not normal, am I?” I inquired.
The sides of his mouth turned up, “Of course not. You’re not normal because you’re a Queen. A Queen who deserves the best.”
“I deserve you,” I said.

There was a silence in the room that went on. I turned around to see what had caused him to shut up. “Hunter.”
He stared at me with such raw emotion that it made my heart beat wildly, “No one’s ever said that about me.”
“I hope that you get what you want, Hunter. I really hope you become rich.” I said with all my heart because Hunter’s wish was
going to be my wish.
I climbed out of bed; the sheet was wrapped around me as I settled down on the arm of the chair. The drawing board and the
pencil dropped on the floor as he seized my hips with his large hands and brought me into his lap. His mouth came down on
mine in a demanding hard kiss, deprived of all the slowness from the previous night. I melted into him like butter on a sizzling
pan, moaning loudly, and shamelessly grinding against him.
He chuckled between the kiss. “If I knew marriage was so much fun, I’d have married you the day I found you on that beach.”
“Promise me there won’t be anyone else.” I said, “Promise me, Hunter, that you won’t love anyone else other than me.”
He looked at me with newfound love. I’d noticed that things had changed a bit this morning, I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it
because I was far too deeply in love with him, and what Apollo said had been stuck in my mind.
What if Hunter got tired of me soon? He had a reputation of being with different women every time. What if he decided he’d had
enough of me and found someone else was prettier?
“You will always remain my only love, that’s a promise. You have ruined me for every other woman.”
I reached up to touch his face with both my hands, “If something happens to me...”
“No!” Hunter’s eyes turned wide, “Don’t even think about it.”
He reached for the bed-sheet wrapped around my body and threw it on the floor, so I was stranding him naked. I loosened his
satin robe and wrapped my hands around his hard cock.
“I want to see what it tastes like,” I whispered.
Before he could protest, I’d slipped down on the carpet on my knees and ran my tongue over the length of his thick cock. I heard
him groan. I ran my tongue over his tip, it tasted salty. I took him into my mouth and suckled. Hunter’s fingers dug into my hair
and he panted as if hurt him. When my name escaped his lips, I knew I was doing it correctly so I continued to suckle. Suddenly
his moans started to become ragged and that’s when there was a brief knock on the door.

Hunter cursed and then bellowed, “Go away!”
“Sir, just to inform you the brunch is packed.”
“Fuck off, Steve!” Hunter yelled. “I’m busy. Do not come here again”
“I’m sorry, sir.” I heard the sounds of footsteps scrambling away. The butler probably realized what was going on and thought of
getting away.
Hunter suddenly grabbed me up and threw me onto the bed. “You started this; you’re going to help me finish it now.”
I lay there and spread my legs as I should and he laughed, “You learned this too fast.”
His fingers traced my folds and I started to lose my mind.
Yes, I could see heaven.
“Do it fast...” I begged.
Hunter slid in between my legs with a mischievous look in his eyes. “I won’t go slow this time.” He warned.
“I don’t want you to be slow,” I said impatiently.
“I won’t be a gentleman.” He said in a teasing voice, running his hands down my thighs. “I want to fuck you really hard, Blue, I’ve
always dreamed of doing that. Will you let me?”
I nodded.
He smiled, “Such an obedient wife.”
We had a quick shower together, I was tempted to dive into the bathtub but Hunter said we would have plenty of time later to
stay in the bath, right now he insisted that we needed to eat. While bathing I noticed the mermaid’s mark on his arm had gotten
brighter and completed it’s full circle, a sense of ownership was making me giddy.
Hunter was mine, forever.
Hunter said we were going to have a picnic lunch by the river and later a drive around town. He’d fondly shared some of his
childhood memories with me, the time when Ryan, Hannah, and Hunter used to visit this house during their summer holidays.

I opened my suitcase and picked out a cute sky-blue dress with red cherries on it. A dress that was husband-approved because
his face split up in a huge smile, his eyes glinting with desire. He’d been teasing me since yesterday and calling me
nymphomania which meant I’d become a sex addict but I wanted to argue with him with the fact that he tried to find a way to
keep me in bed too, so he was the same as me.
We were a perfect match.
I noticed the white drawing board on the floor, the one he’d been drawing me on and reached out to take it when Hunter caught
my hand. “I said no peeking until it’s finished.”
I pouted, “Let me see just a little.”
“A no is a no. Tonight you’re going to lounge in this bed the same way for at least two hours and I’m going to try and work with
the colors.”
The thought of lying there naked with his eyes intently watching every detail of me was giving me raw excitement. “Okay.”
“And then we’re going to work on my fantasies.” He said softly in my ear as we descended down the stairs, his hand in mine.
“What fantasies?” I asked.
He watched me, “My dark fantasies.”
A phone buzzed in Hunter’s pocket. He sighed as if he hated contacting the world that existed outside our small little bubble. He
looked at the screen and placed it back in his pocket.
“Who was that?” I asked as I sat inside the car.
“It’s Hannah.” He responded.
“Why didn’t you answer it?”
Hunter sat in the driver’s seat and dropped the phone in the console. “I told Hannah not to call me at least for three days.”
“Maybe she just wants to talk.”
“If we answer that phone she’d going to rattle on for hours and ask us inappropriate questions. So, I’m going to avoid talking to
her as much as I can.”

Little did we know that the phone call was going to change our lives.