Married For Life

Summary: A series of one-shots that take a look into Steph and Ranger's life as a married couple. BABE. BABE HEA.

Disclaimer:All recognizable characters, settings, etc. from the PLUM series are the property of Janet Evanovich. No copyright infringement is intended. I am not making any profit; all credit goes to the aforementioned author.

Warnings for: Explicit Sexual Situations and Bad Language. Rated MA.

I Will Love You and Honor You


"Now, no peeking Carlos," Stephanie asserted, giggling as she tied my wrists to the headboard of the lavish, four poster, king sized bed. The silk material of the bonds would be easy enough to break out of at a moment's notice. That had been my terms to agree to her binding me in any way, shape or form – I had to be able to get out quickly in the event of an emergency. Not to mention my Beretta M9 and 9mm Glock had to both be within reaching distance. The Beretta was currently strapped to the back of the headboard while the Glock resided on the bedside table with a pair of handcuffs. For some reason my Babe was eager to tie me down. She'd even tucked a .38 Smith and Wesson revolver under her side of the mattress, just to reassure me.

"Babe," I groaned as I felt her small hands move along my arms and down my chest to rest lightly on my hips, stroking my skin.

"I mean it, Carlos. If you peek you won't get your surprise and we'll both be very disappointed," she practically purred, her breath tickling my skin a moment before her lips blazed a path down my 'happy' trail.

It was the last night of our honeymoon. We'd been at my home on my private island situated in the Bahamas for almost four weeks now. Steph had been delighted when we'd landed here by seaplane after our small private wedding ceremony in Miami. Our privacy was guaranteed and I had my Babe to myself twenty-four-seven, except when we jumped on my fifty foot luxury cruiser-boat and motored across to an island for supplies or shopping. Stephanie had never looked so beautiful, her body gorgeously bronzed by the sunshine, her curly hair wild, her face natural and free of all makeup.

I jerked out of my thoughts when I felt Steph press her lips to the head of my cock in a soft kiss. My hips thrust eagerly off the bed, seeking the haven of her warm wet mouth.

"Uh-uh, Carlos. Patience," she cooed, placing her hands on my thighs before pushing herself up and off the bed. I listened and tracked her movements as she moved over to the dresser. My eyes stayed dutifully shut even when I heard her rummaging around in a draw where I knew she'd been hiding something from me. Perhaps today I was going to find out.

She was back quite quickly, pressing a small object into my hand as she straddled my stomach. I growled when I felt her already wet pussy rub against me.

I turned the object in my hand over, feeling it. There were two switches. Curious, I pressed the first and was rewarded with a loud moan from Steph. Shit; she'd given me the controls for a vibrator… I found myself growling in appreciation. I tried the second switch and found it had three settings. The top setting made Steph thrash about on top of me, grinding herself against my abdomen, crying my name out wantonly.

Oh fuck yes.

I flicked the switches into their 'off' positions and felt my Babe collapse onto my chest, her breathing ragged.

I was definitely going to enjoy this.

"I like my surprise, Babe," I murmured seductively. Her only reply was a whimper.

She squirmed around for a moment, before her lips found mine and we shared a heated kiss. I longed to pull my hands out of the silken bonds, and touch my Babe, but I knew she'd be upset if I did so.

I groaned when her warm, soft body wriggled off of mine. However, she was only gone a moment, soon resuming her initial position straddling me. She started at the top of my head, kissing, caressing and nibbling. I was teased and tormented with pleasure as she explored every inch of my body, surprising me by paying attention to seemingly unsexy parts, kissing my eyelids, nibbling the tops of my fingers, and caressing the inside of my elbow. Of course, I couldn't let her have all the fun. Randomly, I flicked on the vibrator, teasing her right back, and drawing shocked groans and moans from her sweet lips. Christ, she moved to straddle one of my thighs and I don't think she was aware how she was rocking against me, using me for her pleasure. It was so fucking sexy. I couldn't resist peeking at her in that moment. My breath caught in my throat as I watched her, her head thrown back, her hands on my body, a light flush covering her skin. Beautiful. So beautiful. When she reached my toes, which she decided to nibble on too, I realized she hadn't even touched my dick yet, and I was just about ready to explode.

She moved up my body again, and her fingers sank into my hair, running through it a few times before she gave me a gentle scalp massage. I melted under her administrations, my body was relaxed and I was so fucking hard I wanted nothing more than to sink into her and lose myself.

"Stephanie, please," I demanded, flexing my hips upwards as I flicked the vibrator on. My dick brushed against her wet heat and we both cried out.

"N-not yet," she panted, "Oh God, Carlos, that feels so good," she mumbled.

She shifted her weight a little, and I heard the top of a bottle or container get open. Then I listened as Steph rubbed her hands together for a moment. I all but sighed when she placed them on my shoulders, warm massage oil transferring from her hands to my skin. Babe was pampering me. I didn't know how much more of her skilled little hands I could take. She gave me a full body massage, untying my bonds briefly so I could turn over onto my stomach and she could rub my back. When I returned to my original position, my hands and legs once again secure to Steph's liking, I felt more relaxed than I could ever remember. Now, if I could only get my minx of a wife to pay attention to my dick, I'd be really satisfied.

I jolted when suddenly a warm liquid was dripped down the length of my dick. It was a struggle to keep my eyes shut, especially when Steph whispered, "Yummy."

The liquid was slowly massaged up and down my dick. As torturous as it was, I was just glad that my Babe's hands were on me, pleasuring me. Fuck, so good.

I froze when I felt a band of rubber slip around the base of my dick.

"I know you're supposed to put this on before you get hard, but… well, you always seem to be aroused," she stated, tightening the cock ring slowly at the base of my dick, behind my balls.

"Babe," I growled dangerously. This wasn't part of our deal.

"Don't worry, Carlos. It's one of those easily removable ones, with this bead thingy allowing me to loosen it or tighten it at any time. Have a look, then you can decide if you want to skip it," she said softly, all the while her thumb was rubbing circles around the head of my dick.

Fuck it was hard to concentrate. What was I even mad about? I felt the cock ring get tighter and flashed my eyes open, first staring at my wife, who was kneeling between my thighs, naked, her hand on my dick; such a captivating sight. Next my eyes drifted down to my dick. I'd never allowed a woman to tie me up, let along tie my dick up. My sexual horizons had been broadened in other ways. I'd never thought I'd see the day when a white girl from Chambersburg enhanced my sexual experience. Christ, was I going to broaden hers.

"Okay, Babe. But if I say stop, you take it off immediately. Understand," I instructed.

"Sir, yes, sir," she giggled. My eyes darkened. I had a flash of Steph and I in army combats, hers a little more revealing than was regulation. We'd have to play that thought out another time. "Eyes shut, mister!" Steph ordered.

I closed my eyes and lay back as Steph began. She was focused now, her hands moving up and down in fast, firm strokes. Her thumb occasionally brushed the head of my dick as she worked me. My hips shot off the bed when her hot, wet tongue started lapping at the head of my dick as her hands continued their ministrations, now sometimes twisting on the down stroke. She was going to be the death of me. I flicked the vibrator on, alternating between the slow and fast settings as she took me higher and higher. Adorable little moans and whimpers escaped her mouth as she continued pleasuring me. I couldn't tell how long we'd been in this position, but I knew it was longer than I usually lasted when she put her lips on me.

"Swing your legs around, up here," I prompted. She shook her head against me.

"Stephanie. Move. Now," I growled, my voice all but a low rumble.

I felt her shiver against me before she moved into position. I could feel her warm pussy hovering over my face and her hands and mouth lost their rhythm. Tilting my head upwards, I buried myself in her pussy, licking and nibbling softly on her warm, swollen flesh. Fuck, she was wet. Steph hummed against my dick as we both found a new rhythm, both now urgent, wanting our release. I soon felt my groin tighten, and then she loosened the cock ring and I was shooting my cum down her throat as I had one of the most intense orgasms in my life. I saw stars for a few moments, and it took a few moments more before I could finish my Babe off.

She cried my name out as she came all over my face and collapsed on the bed beside me.

I opened my eyes as stared at her, quickly slipping out of my bonds and gathering her in my arms so I could hold her. My hands caressed her gently, my lips were pressed against her head. We said nothing for a long time, simply relaxed in each other's arms. My hand slid between her legs and I eased the egg shaped vibrator out of her, tossing it on the floor. She sighed contentedly and I felt her drift off to sleep. I kissed her damp forehead and closed my eyes, happy to take a quick nap as well.


I felt large, warm hands moving leisurely up and down my body as I stirred awake.

I blinked sleepily up at my husband and smiled.

"That was fun," I remarked cheekily, grinning at Carlos.

"Glad you enjoyed yourself, Babe," he chuckled, tilting my chin up to give me a hard and fast kiss, "Because now it's my turn," he whispered, his voice sending shivers along my spine.

I quivered as I spotted the handcuffs that sat on the bedside table. Would he use those or the silk scarves I'd used on him?

"Oh no, Babe. I don't need handcuffs to enslave a woman."

Oh, boy! My body trembled at the deep, husky tone of his voice. I moaned when he moved me onto my back, and placed a hand either side of my head. He held his weight just above me, his body slightly skimming mine, lighting every nerve in my body on fire. He was staring at me like he was a man lost in the desert, and I was a glass of water. I arched up toward him as his head descended down, my hands reaching up to sink into his hair.

"No," he growled fiercely. "No touching. Move your hands above your head. Now," he ordered. The look in his eye and the tone in his voice had me following his instruction. For someone who hated being out of control, I found his dominance innately sexy.

I quivered as he lowered his head, and kissed me like I'd never been kissed before. Like I was his, his woman, his possession. It sent lust coursing through my body. He punctuated his invigorating kiss with his words.

"Mine," he snarled, pressing his lips forcefully against mine, almost to the point of pain. "Your mine now, Babe. My wife."

I whimpered when he put some distance between us, getting off the bed and standing at my feet. When I began to sit up, I was given a startling look that soon had me back in the position he'd left me.

He stood proud and tall, in all his naked glory, as he assessed me. I think I might have licked my lips if his groan was any indication.

"Spread your legs. I want to see you," he demanded. I felt his gaze like a hot caresses to my skin. His eyes zeroed in on my sex, as I slowly spread my legs apart. "Wider," he murmured.

Trembling, lust spread through my body as he hungrily gazed at me, taking everything in. I gasped when he closed a hand around his cock and started lazily pumping himself up and down. My hands clenched as I watched him; I wanted to touch him; I wanted him to touch me.

"I want you." My voice shook as I spoke. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was male perfection.

"Is that right?" he drawled.

I only nodded, swallowing thickly when he dropped his hand and moved back over to the bed. He moved between my legs and took his cock in his hand again. I whimpered, inhaling a sharp breath when he began rubbing his cock all over my sex, his hand controlling his motions. All the while he watched my sex intently.

When he'd nearly driven us both insane with his teasing, he sat back and stared at me. I felt my nipples harden as his gaze raked over them before he gazed into my eyes.

"Turn onto your stomach, Babe," he ordered, sliding a pillow underneath me to prop my hips up once I did so. "Hands folded under your chin," he added. I complied, albeit nervously.

I felt completely vulnerable in this position. My past fears were starting to emerge when Carlos' lips made a soft trail down my spine.

"I would never hurt you, Steph. I want you to remember that. Do you trust me?" he asked calmly. I nodded quickly, although I tensed when his hands moved down to cup both my ass cheeks. "Trust, Babe," he said, and I relaxed as he began kneading and massaging my ass.

He slapped it lightly, taking me by surprise. It stung, but he quickly went back to massaging my ass. A few spanks later, I was positively squirming against the bed, I was so turned on.

"Carlos," I pleaded.

He shifted swiftly, positioning himself so his cock rubbed against my wet heat, the head of it just pushing inside me, sending pleasure pulsing through me. One of his hands moved in front of my body and slowly began teasing my clit. His other hand rested on my ass, and slowly he slid it down, to where we were joined. I froze as his thumb, slick with lubricant, brushed against my anus, but I just as soon melted back into the bed when he pushed his cock a little further inside me. I could trust Carlos. I trusted Carlos. I repeated in my mind as he played my body to perfection. He thumb joined in, brushing back and forth against my puckered hole. My hips involuntarily pushed back against him every time he did it.

"You're fucking beautiful," he growled, drawing a loud moan from me. In one sudden movement, he thrust inside me, his cock buried deep within me. His thumb had also entered me, and the feeling took me entirely unaware. Carlos was filling me completely, surrounding me, enveloping me. I'd never let a man touch me there, and this man was not only touching me there, but giving me pleasure I'd never imagined I could feel.

I cried out when he rotated his hips in a deliberate circle before pulling out and sinking deep inside me once more. He kept this slow pattern up for so long, driving me insane; I thought I'd pass out from the pleasure of it.

"C-can you feel yourself moving inside me w-with your thumb?" I panted, rolling my hips in time with his now, only in the opposite direction.

"Babe!" he snarled, my words or actions becoming too much for the man of control. He began thrusting into me at a mind-blowing pace, his fingers rubbing against my clit, his thumb doing something wonderful inside me. My orgasm rushed up on me; so powerful I screamed his name, my vision darkening as he emptied himself inside me before everything went black.

"Amante," a warm voice whispered against my ear. I struggled to open my eyes, but when I did I was rewarded with the glorious view of my handsome husband. He'd cleaned himself up and was cleaning my body with a warm, soft, hand towel.

"Hey," I croaked out unsexily. He smiled and kissed me softly, making a quick journey back to the bathroom before he rejoined me on the bed and tucked my head under his chin.

"Rest now, Babe. I love you," Carlos murmured.

"Love you," I replied drowsily.

I almost instantly fell into a deep sleep, barely waking hours later when Carlos dressed me and helped me onto his yacht. I was asleep again before we'd even left the jetty. I stirred a little when Carlos lifted me into his arms, and opened my eyes long enough to glimpse the private plane.

Home. We were going home. Where we'd continue to love and honor each other… and each other's bodies.

To be continued...