Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“Did you think about what it would mean to be a wife, or was it just what it would be like to get married?”
“The latter. It was more like a princess fantasy, you know? Being the center of attention. Looking beautiful. Everything else after that, I didn’t think about it so much.”
“You always look beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing my neck.
“Oh, since when did you get so charming?”
“Always have been.” He rolls to the side, dragging me along with him. I end up straddling his hips, and his stiff cock presses against my naked, soaking pussy. Slowly, I begin to grind against his length, purring as I do it. He looks incredible beneath me, eyes burning into mine, muscular chest flexing with each movement, each time he squeezes his fingers into my flesh.
He holds onto my hips. I lean forward, eyes fluttering, hands on his warm body. I’m still sensitive from coming once, but it feels so fucking good, I don’t want to stop.
“From my perspective, you’ve mostly been a bossy, controlling dickhead.” I yelp when he slaps my ass. “See what I mean? You can’t take criticism.”
“I can take constructive criticism. You’re just being rude.”
“Maybe.” I move faster, digging my fingers into his muscle. He slaps my ass again, playfully. “But that’s not how a partnership’s supposed to work.”
“Then enlighten me, wife of mine.”
“We should be equals.”
“That won’t ever happen.”
“Try again.” I slow my pace, nearly stopping.
But he doesn’t like that. He pulls me up and down, forcing me to start moving again, and hell, it feels too good to resist him. The bastard.
“Look at you, grinding your soaking wet pussy all up and down my hard cock, telling me how you want to be my equal. It’s almost adorable.” He slaps my ass firmly again and I let out a whimper. Fuck, I should be mad, but this is pure erotic ecstasy. Otherwise, I might be annoyed. “The truth is, I’m going to take care of you. I will defer to you for many decisions, seek your council in even more, and treat you like my queen. But we will never be equals. Not in everything.”
“Then in most things.”
“We can work on that.”
“I want more say in the business.”
“Absolutely not.”
Well, it was worth a shot. “Then I need something,” I say, feeling desperate as the pleasure mounts. “You can’t just keep me here, locked up forever.”
“Not forever. Only for as long as you’re pregnant.”
“Then you’ll find some other excuse to keep me under your thumb. You’ll move the goalposts forever unless I stop you now.”
“Can you blame me? Look at you, beautiful girl. You’re so fucking sexy I could lose my mind. I want to keep you all to myself, locked in my room, ready to fuck at a moment’s notice.”
“Stop it. I’m trying to concentrate.”
Another ass slap. This time, he grips hard, and thrusts against me. I gasp in surprise, and when he pulls back, he yanks down his boxer-briefs.
I help get them off. Once I’m to the side of him, I take his cock in my mouth and start sucking. Up and down, into my throat, between my lips. I moan as I do it, until he’s got his boxer-briefs at the end of the bed, and I’m straddling him again.
This time, I arch my back and slide down his shaft. He fills me for one agonizing, blissful moment. I shiver, enjoying the feeling of him buried deep.
“You will be free, my wife,” he murmurs as I start to ride him again, this time with his cock grinding inside me. It feels ten times better, and when he spanks my ass, the pleasure rockets deep into my bones. “Maybe it’s not the freedom you always envisioned, but you will have more than you could imagine.”
“Hard to believe when I can’t even leave the house.”
“Temporary. It’s only temporary. I’m giving you access to family… to wealth… to power. You don’t know the half of it out here. But back in Boston, you’ll be royalty.”
I moan as I grind against him faster. “I don’t live in Boston.”
He doesn’t answer.
Only thrusts into me, and the conversation’s lost to fucking, to sweat dripping down his muscular torso, to his incredible hands, his arms flexing and his chest muscles tightening as he thrusts into me, those beautiful lips pressed together in pure bliss, until I come for a second time.
He doesn’t hold back then—just keeps fucking me, over and over, until he comes too, filling me up to the brim.
Chapter 31
Alisa
Afterward, we shower together. He soaps me up, quietly cleaning every inch of my body. He even gently cleans my wounds, and when we’re done, he replaces the bandages.
“Breakfast,” he says, taking me downstairs.
“I was thinking a light workout first,” I complain, but he’s not having any of it.
“You got your workout,” he says, the lewd bastard.