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It was their first outing as man and wife, and Ray couldn’t help but want to show off his wife to the Aristocrats and Toffs, Lords and Ladies of Mickey’s inner circle, and show them that there was more to him than just being Mickey’s right hand. Astrid stunned in her tight Emerald Green dress, with her brunette locks pulled away from her face to show off her cheek bones and perfect jawline.
God, I fucking love you.
Astrid definitely got the attention of everyone in the room, much to Mickey’s slight frustration as he tried to mingle and talk business; though he couldn’t be too angry as he watched her, amused at her ability to entertain the guests with no effort at all.
“You’d think she was hosting,” Mickey joked as he stood next to Ray as he watched Astrid speak with Lord and Lady Dunn.
Ray smiled discreetly as he watched “She definitely captivates an audience.”
Mickey nudged Ray “Remind me when your honeymoon starts…”
“Wednesday.” Ray said, adjusting his suit vest.
Mickey smirked, nodding to himself “Well, we’ll miss you both while you’re gone. But in the meantime, a little rendezvous is gonna be in my office with the Lords in about ten minutes. I’ll see you then, yes?” Mickey asked, taking another sip of his champagne.
Ray nodded “Of course, boss.” he said before excusing himself to use the loo.
Unfortunately, with the territory of exposing oneself to the party, came unwanted attention as Ray left the bathroom to be cornered by one Calliope Dougan--daughter to Lord and Lady Dougan. She smirked as she played with the lapel of Ray’s coat, humming to herself before she looked up at Ray with a lustful look in her eyes.
“You look nice tonight, Raymond.” she flirted.
Ray forced a smile “Thank you,” he said, attempting to shift his body away from the wall, only to be trapped by Calliope once more.
“I can’t help but notice your new accessory,” she remarked “She can’t be that lovely, can she? I mean...what kind of a name is Astrid?” she chuckled to herself.
Ray could feel his blood begin to boil--how dare this infant disrespect the woman he loves? Especially when said woman could snap her neck and act like it was nothing--Ray would actually pay money to watch Astrid kill this child who was now pushing her body against his to the wall. “I can satisfy you better,” she told him softly “Just give me five minutes.”
Ray chuckled as he looked down at her, grabbing her wrists and pulled her hands off of his body “You will never be able to do what she does to me, ever.” he muttered.
Calliope scuffed, not wanting to give up too easily as she took him off guard with a kiss as she pressed her lips into his so fiercely that he felt his spine tense up. He could taste the alcohol on her as he gripped tightly to her shoulders and pushed her off of him when they both heard a voice clear its throat.
They both turned to see Astrid standing in the entrance of the hall, holding her glass of Rosé while looking at Calliope unamused.
“Please, don’t stop on my account…” Astrid said, taking a sip of her drink.
Astrid glanced at her husband and smiled “Raymond, Mickey is looking for you, something about a meeting with the Lords?” she spoke firmly.
Ray nodded “Yes, yes,” he looked down at Calliope before sliding along the wall to get away from her and gripped tightly to his wife's hand, bidding a quick farewell before walking back out into the party and glided through the crowd to get towards Mickey’s office.
“She seemed handsy…” Astrid joked.
Ray sighed heavily “You have no idea.” he said, looking over at Astrid before leaning in to kiss her “I don’t know how long this is going to take--but be good, don’t antagonise.” he insisted.
Astrid smiled, knowing that the girl was still watching them as she placed her left hand on his arm, showing off the giant Tiffany’s engagement ring before he leaned in to kiss him “I promise,”
He stroked her face before he departed, leaving Astrid alone with the party, while Rosalind found her after much searching.
“You are one very popular person tonight, my god!” Ros said.
Astrid chuckled to herself “I guess...so popular that some little cunt tried to steal my man just now.” she admitted.
Ros glared at her, a knowing smile on her lips “Did they now?”
The American nodded “Yeah, but…” she glanced around the room “Raymond knows his place.”
“Like he’d cheat on you anyway, he’s always hungry for you.” Ros teased, nudging her friend.
Astrid hummed, finishing her glass of Rosé and looking over at Ros “I’m gonna grab another drink, you want anything?” she offered.
Ros shook her head “No, I’m gonna try to figure out who was dumb enough to make the moves on Ray...but thank you though.” she said before walking away.
Astrid chuckled to herself, turning the opposite direction to head towards the bar; she saw her father standing in a corner, doing security for the event and when Tony saw her, his hardened demeanour changed for a second and he waved a friendly hello at his daughter before mouthing ‘beautiful’ at her. Astrid blushed as she walked past her father and to the bar to retrieve another drink.
The meeting lasted longer than either Mickey or Ray thought, and when they all finally left Mickey’s office, their wives and dates...and even a few questionable women insisted to call it a night.
Astrid was the exception, but she knew Ray would always be the last one to leave the party--it was his job to stay behind, but also it was just respectful of Mickey it seemed.
As Ray stood next to Mickey, bidding adieu to all of the guests, Calliope stood behind her parents while she eyeballed Ray--smirking to herself when she finally reached Ray who said a quick goodbye, but she lingered for a moment, leaning in closely.
“Whenever you get bored of her, you know where to find me…” she flirted, discretely reaching out and pinching Ray’s firm buttocks. She wasn’t as sneaky as she thought--even Mickey saw the display and internal panic in Ray’s eyes as Calliope said ‘goodbye’ to Mickey and left with her parents.
Mickey remained calm and collected, a faint chuckle coming from his lips before he leaned over to Ray “You alright there?” he asked.
Ray groaned, glancing over at Ros and Astrid who saw it all, Astrid chuckled to herself while Ros stood in disbelief, covering her mouth as they remained in the living area when Ros turned to Astrid in shock “That little cunt! She wasn’t even trying to hide it!” she attempted to stifle a laugh.
The two men approached their wives after all the guests had left, Astrid leaned against the lounge chair as she looked at Ray with a smile “One more drink before we go?” she offered.
“We have whiskey at home…” he reminded her, taking her hand softly.
“McDonalds then?” Astrid asked.
Ray shook his head before leaning in to kiss her “Lets just get you home before we both turn into pumpkins.” he offered before turning to Mickey and Ros--both needing to excuse themselves to check on the twins and letting Ray and Astrid walk themselves out of the manor and to their car.
They walked hand in hand, admiring the cold evening when Astrid cleared her throat “She gave you a good pinch on the bum…” she observed with a smile “You think maybe if she pinched hard enough, your ass would fall off?” she asked.
Ray glared at her sternly.
“Maybe you can call her up? Put her over your lap and spank her while she calls you ‘daddy’?” she jested.
“Astrid,” Ray said firmly and loud before opening the passenger door “Get in the car.”
She sighed, nodding “I’m only taking the piss, Raymond…” she said as she got into her seat and Ray shut the door hard before going around to the drivers side and getting in as well.
The ride home was silent, they both listened to the faint sound of the radio when Ray pulled into the familiar driveway and parked the car. He turned off the engine and glanced at Astrid who gave him a smile before taking his hand in hers.
“She is prettier than me,”
Ray sighed, stroking her hand with his thumb “And she’s younger too...but do you know what you have that she doesn’t?”
Astrid shook her head.
“My heart.” he told her “...she wouldn’t even know what to do with my cock.”
They both chuckled and Astrid hid her face in her free hand while she snorted with laughter before looking back over at her husband “...yeah, she probably wouldn’t even appreciate the massive dicking you would give her.” she said.
Ray blushed slightly “She wouldn’t fuck me like you do,”
Astrid leaned in and kissed him “Nobody knows how to fuck you like I do.” she muttered, releasing his hand and getting out of the car.
Ray smiled, taking his keys out of the ignition and exiting the vehicle, walking with Astrid to their front door where he unlocked it and escorted his wife into the warm house. Astrid adjusted her gown as she walked into the living room, glancing over at Ray as he closed the door behind him “You want a drink?” she asked.
He shook his head “No--I’m gonna go get ready for bed.”
“I’ll be up in a second.” she told him, accepting his kiss before he retrieved upstairs to their bedroom.
She strolled in with her glass of whiskey, groaning as she pulled on the boning of her gown while seeing Ray sit on the bed, almost as if he was waiting for her to come up. He smiled as he stood up, placing a hand on her waist and leaned down to kiss her again, smelling the whiskey on her breath.
“Let me help you with that…” he said as she slowly turned around while Ray’s hands pressed against the zipper as he pulled it down, releasing Astrid from the tight grasp of her dress. Ray kissed her neck, brushing her hair away from her ear as he leaned in “...I know you’re wearing it,” he said firmly “Take off your dress, and show Daddy what you have underneath.” he told her.
Astrid was taken aback. Daddy? He doesn't like ‘Daddy’! But she obliged, turning around to face him and handed him her glass of whiskey as she let she dress fall by her waist, the side sleeves of the gown brushing against her arms as they fell away; Astrid pushed the rest of it down and away from her body to expose the infamous garter belt with matching corset as she stepped out of the dress.
Ray drank the rest of her drink, walking around Astrid and placing it on their dresser.
“Did you wear that for Daddy?” He asked her.
Astrid felt chills throughout her body as she sighed, nodding gently as she looked over her shoulder at him; his hand gently played with the lace of the corset as he smirked to himself, admiring his wife in it.
“And what were you planning on doing with this, hm?” Ray asked before stepping forward to stare at Astrid.
She was so unamused with this game as she glared up at him “Nothing,”
“You wore all this for Daddy, just to do nothing?” He asked her playfully.
Astrid sighed heavily “Raymond, what are you doing?” she asked, taking his arms and looking up at him.
Ray was knocked out of his trance, dropping the act as it was clear that Astrid wasn’t into whatever game he was wanting to play this evening “Just humor me?” He offered, cupping her face before kissing her “Tell me, my love...what were you planning for tonight?” He asked her, playing up the facade again.
She bit her lip “I was thinking, maybe we could get a second chance at a fantasy I once had? A long, long time ago…” she whispered to him.
He remembered, long ago when they were still hiding their relationship from Mickey, as she told him of her plan while his fingers were deep inside of her as she sat on the kitchen island, fighting off an orgasm— a baby.
“You want Daddy to give you a baby?” Ray whispered, a low growl in his voice as his hands began to move down her body.
Astrid didn’t know why, but a single tear fell from her eye and her throat constricted her from making any noise before she simply nodded.
The look on Ray’s face changed, immediately pulling away from her and panicking slightly as he let go of the facade again “Hey, hey! It’s alright! No need to cry!” He assured her as he wiped away the tear.
She frowned, wiping away another one that was forming “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s happening…”
Ray shook his head “It’s alright. Star, it’s okay. We don’t have to do any of this if you don’t want to. We can just go to bed.”
Astrid pushed away from Ray, brushing away forming tears and trying hard not to smear her make-up that took hours to apply— this is so fucking stupid!
“Astrid,” Ray called out, gently wrapping his arms around her from behind “Tell me what you want, what do you need right this second?” He asked her, the doting husband coming back.
She pulled at the boning on the corset, huffing loudly as she stared at her pathetic state in the mirror “I want out of this fucking corset,” she complained, Ray reached around and began to unclasp it immediately.
“Let me do it,” he muttered, unclasping it as quickly as possible and dropped it on the floor, gently touching the indentions on her skin before kissing the top of her head “My love…” he whispered.
Astrid sighed as she turned to Ray, looking up at him with defeat written all over her face as she sniffled slightly “I was really looking forward to you fucking me in these heels…”
“I still can,” Ray stroked her face “Just say the words, my Star.”
She shook her head “No, I think I’m tired…” she admitted.
Ray smiled at her “Alright then, my love.” He kissed her before watching her kick off her heels and walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. He looked down at the mess of clothes, picking up her shoes, the corset, and her dress and neatly organized them all and undressed for bed, listening faintly to the water running in the bathroom.
After running downstairs to wash the whiskey glass, Ray returned to their bedroom and undressed himself before crawling into bed and waiting for Astrid, who after some time emerged from the bathroom in her pajamas.
He smiled. He loved her fresh faced with that tired look in her eye as she crawled into bed where Ray immediately snuggled in close with her.
“Ray?” Astrid muttered.
He looked at her “Yes, my Star?”
“I think I might have some...lingering trauma, about the baby.” She spoke softly.
Ray held her close “I know, I do too.” He assured her.
Astrid looked up at him “I just...sometimes I think I’m ready to try again, and then we start getting down to it and I lose my nerve.”
He had noticed this. The sex was different after the Russians. It was more passionate, but more careful—the dirty talk had changed and while Ray noticed, he wasn’t going to push it as he just thought of it as a new chapter in their lives together. That it wasn’t so much about what had happened, but more about the freedom after surviving it all.
“Astrid, my love, I want you to be happy and fulfilled. If somewhere down the line, you want to try again, I’m all for it. If not—that’s okay too. I just want what time I have left on this god awful rock to be with you.” Ray told her.
He saw the small smile form, reassured by his words as she scooted closer to him and kissed him “Me too.”
“Good,” He murmured “Now it’s been a very long week and a weird night—so let’s go to bed and in the morning we’ll make…” he stuttered for a moment.
“Breakfast tacos.” Astrid said, a bright smile forming.
He nodded “I will never understand yours or Mickey’s fascination for them, but yes, Breakfast Tacos.”
“It’s a Texan thing,” Astrid explained, turning off her light and getting comfortable under the covers.
Ray smiled as he watched her before he took off his glasses, folded the frames, and placed them on his night table before turning off his light as well. He immediately got comfortable as he spooned Astrid, gently brushing his beard against his back while giving her a gentle kiss—Astrid chuckles slightly at the tickle before settling against his back.
This is the life . Ray thought as he closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep to the rhythm of Astrid’s breathing.