Free (Sequel to Trapped)

Ch. 23

Ariana

Monday, 11:12 am

Justin was laying on his back on the couch. I was laying on top of him, my head rested on his chest. I could hear his heart beating and feel his chest rising in falling with every breath he took. We were watching Fifty Shades of Gray.

The only problem was that we had both already seen this movie a million times and it wasn't entertaining anymore. I couldn't keep my attention on the movie, which is why I kept picking up my phone every two seconds so I could be 'surprised' when I had no new notifications, no new messages, nothing.

Just my phone with my home screen wallpaper set as me and Justin at our wedding and my lock screen as one of the pictures Aviella took during the photoshoot.

"I'm guessing you don't wanna watch this anymore." Justin says.

"Yeah." I nod.

He chuckles.

"Your attention span is shorter than Aviella's." He says, picking up the fire stick.

I giggle as he scrolls through the newest movies. He stops on one we haven't seen.

Shut In.

"Looks good. Play it." I tell him.

I lift my head up to kiss him on the lips, lingering for a bit before pulling away.

"What was that for?"

"Just because." He smiles, sliding his hand down my side and squeezing my ass.

"What was that for?" I ask.

"Just because." He smirks.

"We can do this all day, Bieber. But I don't think you wanna do that."

"And why exactly not?" He challenges.

"Oh, I think you know why." I lift my hand up, letting it rest right on top of his man friend.

He immediately stiffens.

"Ariana.." He says.

"Yes, Justin?" I say innocently.

"Don't touch me there, babe. Please."

"And why exactly not?"

"I think you k-know why. Remove your h-hand." He struggles to speak as I start running him.

"What's the magic word?"

"Please, mami."

"Please what?" I unbutton his jeans, slipping my hand inside.

There was now one layer of very thin clothing between my hand and his friend.

"Don't fucking stop." He groans.

I giggle, slipping my hand into his boxers. The sound of his moans and groans fill the living room until I hush him with my lips.

11:34 am

"I fucking hate you for what you just did to me." Justin says.

I giggle, but stop immediately when he pulls me closer to him. 

"Baby, let me finger fuck you. I know that's exactly what you want." I stare at him in disbelief.

Mostly because that's exactly what I wanted but also because my area had gotten wet just at his words. Imagine what can and will happen when it actually becomes a reality.

I blush and he chuckles.

"Say yes. I'm not a rapist."

"Okay, daddy. I, Ariana Grande-Bieber, give you, Justin Drew Bieber, permission to finger fuck the shit out of me."

"That sounds like an excellent idea, mami."

12:45 pm

"They're probably wondering when we're gonna come get her." I say.

"Yes, they probably are. I am too." Justin replies.

"We can go later. I'm tired."

"Of course you are." He smirks and I roll my eyes.

I pick up my phone and go to my second husband's Instagram page.

"Babe, really?" Justin says.

"What?" I giggle.

"You're obsessed. You need help, princess."

"Don't make me open Kendall's Instagram. I'm absolutely positively sure that you follow her and like every last one of her pictures."

"I could say the same about you and Zayn."

"But I don't try to hide it. I know he's my second husband."

"Alright, alright. You got me there. Just make sure he always stays in second."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll try."

"You'll try?"

"Okay! He will always be second." I turn my phone off and put it down.

"Good, because there is no one who will ever be able to make love to you as good as I do." He says.

I blush and he smirks.

Laying my head on his chest, he runs his hands through my hair and kisses my head. It doesn't take long for me to fall asleep to the sound of his heart beat.