EMILY KING
He couldn’t go slow.
I didn’t want him to. I was scared, I wanted to get over with this. I needed to cloud my mind and this was the most potent way. I loved the feeling of his body under my hands, how his muscles jumped at my touch, I only melted like butter under his.
He took that thrill away by handing my hands up, I needed a form of contact, I needed to touch him one way, I leaned in and caught his lips again.
He groaned into my mouth; I loved it. I didn’t have much experience in kissing but I kissed him the way he kissed me. Open-mouthed, consuming, devouring. It was way better this way, I felt more. I sucked at his lips, enjoying how it felt inside my mouth, it was smooth to lick, and it gave me a wonderful thrill.
He snapped away before I could do it again, I scrolled at him. He wasn’t touching me and he wouldn’t let me touch him. I didn’t know where he found it, but he brought up a rope and swirled it around my hand, restraining me from touching him, it was tight enough to hold my hands together but not enough to hurt me. He tied it like he was very good at it, experienced.
He clipped my hand to the headboard and I lay still, looking at him, wondering what he would do this.
He was right. He didn’t go slow. His hands moved to my breast, he didn’t kiss them first, he wrapped his hands around them, molding them into his hands, shaping them with his touch.
“Do you like when I do this?” He asked, smirking as he looked down at me. I watched every one of his movements below my eyelids.
I didn’t answer him, only pushed my body up, maybe to make him touch me more or to push him off.
My nipples itched for his touch as he avoided them, playing with me, toying with my breasts. “Answer me.” He snarled, squeezing them harder.
“Yes, yes I do,” I answered this frustration was getting past what I could handle, I was more than turned on. I wanted more too.
My clothes went away before he did, and we both stared into each other’s eyes before his eyes did a tour around my body, I couldn’t do the same. Call me a prude but I just couldn’t look at him there. I had that part of him in my mouth and I clearly remembered what he felt like, how he felt like. He was as endowed there as he was with every other thing.
He was big and intimidating, I just didn’t want to think of what magic would make him fit.
He seemed to sense my fear as he worked on calming me, his hands were persuading yet gentle, and his movements weren’t slow, but they were yielding, soon my fear was lost in the need for more. My hands were still suspended in the air as he took my nipples into his mouth, feasting on them with his tongue and teeth, one after the other.
I wanted to fix my hand into his hair and pull to show my urgency, but all I could do was buck under his touch. His mouth left my breasts to trail down to my navel, playing with it. I didn’t know that was an erogenous zone, but it was because my body lit up like it was.
It proved to be just the beginning because he changed his mind about going slow and decided to tease me, he didn’t use the words, but his actions were loud.
He lifted my legs, spreading them apart and settling his head between my legs, I closed my eyes and wished he had just done it. It was a feeling I couldn’t forget. I loved it when he did it, I felt bad, I felt like a slut, I felt like I couldn’t have enough of it.
I closed my eyes in anticipation waiting for his tongue to work its magic.
But he decided to delay my gratification, his hands teased around me as his lips fluttered kisses down my thigh, steering away from where I needed him. I held the plea in, trying to restrain my wanton desires.
What woman would be shameless enough to beg a man to put his tongue inside her? Even the thought had me wet. I wondered if he could see how soaked I was.
Would it be very obvious, or he would have to look deep before he would see it? He used his tongue on my thighs, doing the right things in the wrong places.
“Alexandro…” I hummed from deep down my throat, I had no words to explain how I felt and couldn’t beg him without sounding desperate. The sound of his name resonated from my core where I felt the need the most. everywhere he touched burned but nothing could feel the void of where I desperately wanted him.
“That’s not my name.” He answered cockily, skimming back to my center and getting my hope up, only to trail kisses back up my other thigh. It seemed like he was enjoying himself doing just that.
I knew what he meant; he wanted me to call him like I did the other day. Xandro. I closed my eyes and thought of it, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. Here, when his hands were on my skin, here, he was mine.
Finally, he came to focus on where I needed him most, yet he didn’t give me what I wanted, he teased me more, running one finger through me, I lifted my hips, trying to push myself to his touch, but I didn’t want to give him he wanted.
He chuckled against me, his breath tickling me down there, I writhed under his touch, my moans were that of frustration and impatience.
“Alexandro,” I called his name again, trying to be stubborn and hot-headed. I wasn’t willing to give him what he wanted the same way he refused to give me what I wanted.
“No, Emily. That’s not what you called me.” He ticked. I was a weak woman, I was losing my will to keep stubborn while he looked like he could tease me all day.
At this point, I had to give in. “Xandro! Xandro! Xandro!”
At my third call, he dived his tongue into my heat.
I didn’t stop screaming his name. it had become a prayer on my lip, a plea for satisfaction. I arched my back to meet him.It felt so good. The movement of his tongue pushed me towards the edge, I moaned over every slide, every dip, every lick. Dear God, I was going to come. I felt the rush coming at me so hard it stole my breath away.One second I thought I was going to come, I could already taste the climax on my tongue and the next he withdrew his touch completely off me. It felt like I was yanked away from paradise. I scrawled my legs at him, close to howling out in pain and screaming his name, but when I opened my eyes, he was over me.His hands pulled my legs apart as I saw his dick approach me. My throat went dry for another reason. The need to cum seemed to choke the fear of his size. I wanted him so badly.I was too far gone to fear anything, when I felt the tip of his cock on my entrance and his finger tightened over my hip, I shut my eyes hard and anticipated the feeling. I
ALEXANDRO'S POV“I do not need a wife.” I barked at my brother over the phone, not caring that people were staring at me or I was in a hospital. No one dared complain, I had bought the hospital along with every damn staff in it the day before.“You do not actually, but if you want to lias with the old man, you need a woman you’re legally bound to standing beside you. It’s the rules.” Ian replied over the phone. “Besides, marriage is not so bad a thing,” Ian concluded. The man believed in love.“I think you just got lucky. I’d see what I can do to get the old man’s attention.” With that, I hung up.I didn’t need a woman giving me a headache, women meant too much trouble and I just wasn’t interested. They had no value beyond sexual pleasure, and I didn’t need to marry one before getting that, another thing was the legal right she would have if she decided to leave.“Please, please, give me a month, just a month, and I’ll pay up, just please take care of my dad, please, I beg of you.” A
He sat opposite me with a no-nonsense look on his face. He had looked romantic in black earlier but now he looked totally like the Grim Reaper.“So? What do you think?” He asked. We were in his house. It was a big mansion with maids running around like scared rabbits, he sat like he knew he had everyone’s lives wrapped around his fingers. Little did I know I was about to be one of them.“Why? I’ve never met you before.” I was sure it wasn’t because of my mesmerizing beauty because I had none. I looked like a homeless kid, which I was.“I’ve seen you three times before now and I think you’re perfect. Sorry about your father and the job you lost.” He wasn’t sorry, he just wanted me to know how much he knew about me. There was no empathy in his voice.“How… how did you know about my father?” I should feel my face turn white with shock.“Doesn’t matter. Here’s the deal, I’ll take care of your dad, take him to a more private unit where he would be well taken care of, and you’ll have a home
I got married in a black dress.It was at that wedding I knew my husband wasn’t an ordinary man. We got married in a hotel I found out he owned. It wasn’t a regular wedding although a vicar was called to join us together. The press came in swarms and every breath I took was caught on camera. The only people that looked normal were a man I found out was Alexandro's brother, Ian, and his wife Hannah.“One minute Xandro is against getting married, the other minute he’s having a wedding. Who are you?” Ian asked me when the wedding was over, although I had heard there was a separate part at night.He was the one who gave me away, he looked curious, but I didn’t see a look of disapproval on his face.“We met last year, at NYU.” I began to reply as Alexandro had said I should but joined in and interrupted.“We don’t need to lie to me, brother,” Alexandro said smiling, he looked at his brother around. Today he looked very handsome, his dark hair had been perfectly styled, making his dark eyes
ALEXANDRO Everyone cleared the way for her to come in, the path led her to me. It was either move or be moved.She hadn’t taken off her wedding gown but for some reason, more cleavage was being revealed.The gown was the reason all the women moved out of the way, it took so much space. Because it was night, the diamonds she wore on her neck and ears glittered.She stopped right in front of me, “Hi.” She muttered.Because everyone was watching, I stood up and wrapped my arms around her, she cooperated and didn’t jump in surprise or flinch, instead, I saw how she couldn’t stop batting her lashes. It was cute.“Did anyone not notice they didn’t kiss at the wedding?” A woman named Portia interrupted. She had a small body but was one of the women I respected in the outfit, the deadly kind.“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” They all began chanting.A gentleman would have asked for permission before kissing a woman whom he hadn’t talked about physical intimacy with, but I wasn’t a gentleman, so I wrapped
EMILYHis hands were around my neck, and the pressure was tight enough to suck the air out of my lung, restricting airflow but my heart was thundering in my chest for a different reason altogether.He was so close, his hands on my chest, my breasts swelled underneath my clothes while my nipples tightened.“I’m sorry.” I pleaded I was losing more air by the minute and my eyes had begun to water.“Why are you sorry? First, you must know your offense, then you can know your punishments, Apologies do not cut it.”“What are my offenses.” I struggled to say, it seemed like he didn’t know how much pressure he was applying.“Why didn’t you tell me we had met before?” He asked. I didn't understand at first but when he tightened his grip on my neck, the memory came flooding back. oh, NYU“We haven’t, I only saw you.” I realized it had been him today, as I walked towards him on the aisle. He looked as dashing as he had that day. I had been waiting tables and thought he was the most handsome man
I woke up to find my husband gone. I was sure he had come back during the night but he was gone now. I couldn’t believe I had gotten married yesterday. I wondered what my life was going to be like now. I had only thought about my dad and was extremely grateful that my dad was fine. There was more hope for him now. I would hope as much as I could that he would be fine. That he would wake up. I wouldn’t be alone anymore. I looked around to observe the luxury of my hotel room. It was my first time being in a hotel. I could never have afforded anything so luxurious. The bed was soft and so comfy, I slept so easily last night. The air freshener released a brilliant scent in the air. The AC was active now but I remembered the night had not been cold. It was cold now. After observing round I found out there was a heater as well as a conditioner. I couldn’t explain how the room was in the perfect temperature for me to sleep but it was awesome. I would drop a review on the hotel if I could.
My hands trembled as I lifted it to unlock the door. I had sincerely hoped I wouldn’t see him for a while, all he needed was a wife and he already married me, I had expected just to be the woman in the picture. He could keep his other women which I was sure he had and left me alone, I would rather spend all my time with my father, maybe if I talked to him, one day he would hear my voice and open his eyes. My hope for friendship between Alexandro Kind and I didn’t make it past my wedding night. Just one kiss from him had made me realize there was something about being touched by this man that wouldn’t make one remain the same. I was sure women threw themselves at him all the time. I could bet women begged him for sex, and that was why I was sure he would never look my way for sex. Besides, I wasn’t as sexy as the other women he would have in his life. I never had time to take care of my body like they did. But the look on his face for a second when the door opened said otherwise. It