Love Making

Iris stood still, her body as rigid as a board. She knows what's coming.

'Your sister is not a virgin. Xavier Knight would find out the moment he gets intimate with her' Iris couldn't shake those words. She was an orphan who was adopted by the Jones family. They never treated her poorly. Now that they are in trouble and Iris knows that she could save them, she couldn't find it in herself to betray them.

"You know we are to consumate our marriage tonight, as the part of this contract. Shall we begin?" Xavier Knight asked coldly, as if bargaining a business deal.

Iris is still standing there with the veil covering her face. She wanted to say no. But that would lead to more questions. Even if he humor her tonight, but that doesn't solve their problem at all. When he becomes intimate with Natasha, he would find out that she is not a virgin. If not today, the Jones have to face the consequences then. There is only one solution for this.

"Yes. But, can we turn off the lights? I am shy" she whispered softly. Natasha is not soft, she is strong. Her voice would never be this soft.

Xavier didn't reply for a moment. Iris held her breath, assuming the worst. If he refuses, then he would find out that she is not Natasha. That would not end well for the Jones.

"Hmm" he hummed and turned off all the lights. The dim moon light cascading from the glass wall is the only light in the room. That's barely enough for him to recognize her.

"Get undressed" he commanded coldly. No foreplay, no kissing or no gentle words. This is a business marriage, and he is treating this like one. Natasha wouldn't have minded. But Iris felt bad that she is losing her first time like this. He got rid of the robe he was wearing, standing there in his naked glory. She averted her gaze. Her face burned red. This is the first time she saw a man naked, and she never expected that it would be brother in law.

She removed her veil, and fumbled with the pearl buttons behind her back. Her fingers stiff and her movements clumsy.

"Damn it" she heard him mutter something before he walked towards her with long purposeful strides and started undressing her. His movements efficient and clean. Within seconds her wedding dress is pooled around her ankles. She is standing infront of him wearing just her panties. Her back is facing him.

"Lay down on your stomach" he instructed her. She was stunned. His tone cold and clinical. As if this is one of his business deals which he needs to finish. It is a business deal though.

"I don't have all night Natasha. Lets finish this quickly" he sounded impatient.

Her eyes turned misty with unshed tears. She is already feeling overwhelmed with everything, on top of that his attitude is not helping her cause. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying. Quietly she crawled up the bed and laid down on her stomach. A single tear rolled down her lashes.

His rough palms grabbed her hips before getting rid of her panties. She is as stiff as a board. She imagined her first time to be sweet with her boyfriend Chase. Not like this. His rough hands grabbed her hips. There is nothing romantic about his touch. Its clinical precision. A means to an end.

He pulled her hips back in a way that now her hips are in the air. Humiliation burned inside her.

She sniffed unintentionally, as tears started falling down her lashes. She felt his hard member pushing inside her. Just a little. She is so dry, that it felt uncomfortable.

Now her whole body is trembling with fear and hopelessness. He stilled as if sensing something.

"Natasha, you know about all this. Are you not willing? I will never force myself on a woman" he muttered with displeasure.

Iris could say no. She wanted to, badly. But she couldn't. This is the only way to save her family.

"This is my first time. Can you be gentle?" she requested, her voice small and vulnerable.

He was silent for a moment, as if thinking.

"I was not expecting the bold Natasha Jones to be this shy in the bedroom" he murmured, almost surprised.

His touch turned gentle. He caressed her spine with the back of his fingers. Iris found her body break into goosebumps at his simple touch. She lied herself that she must be cold. Her reaction seems to please him. Something shifted after that. He turned her over, so that now she is facing him. She couldn't see his face, but when his lips found hers, she froze. He started kissing her, like a gentle lover. His fingers moved over the sides of her body. Her face became hot at his touch. When his fingers wrapped around one of her breasts, she gasped with surprise. Unlike earlier, now his touch is gentle. And she is stunned by her own reaction. She shouldn't be enjoying this. But she would be a liar if she said that. Xavier Knight is a skilled lover.

He started playing with one of her nipples. She moaned low in her throat, a sound which came out sensual. Iris was shocked by her own reaction. Xavier must have liked it, because she felt his already hard member turning harder.

Unlike Natasha's D cups, Iris has b cups. Not small, or big. Iris didn't remember when she started kissing him back. But by the time she realized what she was doing, she found herself dripping wet.

His lips left her lips and traveled down to her neck where he left a wet trail of kisses in his wake. His lips then captured her other breast. When his wet and warm lips wrapped around her tight nipples, her back arched with need. She forgot everything but the man pleasuring her.

"Xavier" she moaned shamelessly. She was not like this. She is a very shy person. Now the sounds she is making are no where shy. He sucked and bit her nipples, giving both her breasts equal attention.

At this point, she is dripping wet. She didn't feel when he aligned himself near her entrance, but he thrusted fully inside her, a searing pain made her gasp with pain. Her eyes pooled with tears.

"There is no other way to make this painless 'Kitten'. It will get better" he whispered softly before kissing her wet eyes. He stayed completely still, giving her time to adjust. He tried to make her feel better by kissing her.

"You sound like a kitten when you moan" he murmured out of the blue.

Iris blushed at his words.

"I.." she turned her face away, feeling embarrassed.

Slowly he started moving, in and out. When he is sure she is fine, he increased the pace. She never thought that her brother in law would be the first man to take all her firsts. Even her first orgasm. She came with a moan which he seemed to love. Because he emptied inside her in the next moment.