The Bleeding Vow

by Emma Vikes

  She smiled and sat back on my hips, now straddling and sitting on my fully engorged cock, without leaning on me for support. “Hmm, that is better. Promise?” she whispered.

  “Yeah, baby. I fucking love you and your cunt,” I gasped out.

  She cupped her breasts, tweaked her nipples, and rotated her hips in a back-and-forth motion. She wasn’t going up and down on my hard cock; she was rather grinding it back and forth as if rocking on the dance floor.

  My eyes widened in surprise at the feeling that enveloped me. That move was killing me. Her hips gyrated in a purely sexual motion as she locked me in with her gaze. Damn, this woman would be the death of me. She surprised me at every turn, coming up with new moves. That was the reason she was my favorite out of them all. She was damn good at this.

  I needed to cum, and soon, but I wanted to reach a climax on my own terms. With a quick move, I flipped her onto her back, pulled her legs up with my elbows and anchored my knees on the bed for support. Then I drove into her with all the force that I could muster and heard her scream out loud when I bottomed out.

  I plunged into her tight pussy with a force that surprised even myself. I had never fucked other women with this much intensity. But this wasn’t some other woman. This was my longtime girlfriend—although we were both not exclusive. I plunged in and out of her tight, wet cunt with a force that I thought was going to pump right through her hot body. She didn’t shy away, either. She spurred me on by moaning and telling me to fuck her harder through gritted teeth. I was vaguely aware of the bed making squeaking sounds, or the fact that neighbors could actually hear her sounds of pleasure. But even that erotic fact was overshadowed by the sheer intensity of my cock thrusting into her pussy. Again and again.

  I felt her body lift and shake and spasm as an intense orgasm churned deeply in my balls. I was on the verge of exploding into her. I pushed up on my arms, my face red and sweating, as her body tensed. I felt her pussy spasm and pulse just as I unleashed my load into her, so powerful and strong I knew she could feel it spurting deep inside her hot pussy.

  “Ahh, fuck, Flora,” I cried in a voice that sounded bestial and not from my body.

  I slowed. We slowed. And I pushed up to gently pull out of her. My cock was still pulsing with aftershocks as we looked down and saw my softening cock withdraw, totally glistening with our juices. I could see her freshly fucked pussy, red and messy. Our cum dripped out of it, and it made me smile.

  I pulled away to look at her. Her head stayed on the pillow, but her eyes followed me.

  “Wow,” was all she said.

  “Yeah, wow, indeed,” I replied.

  I stood up and went to shower. I didn’t do cuddling after sex, but on some occasions, I allowed it with her. After the shower, I saw her curled up and fast asleep. I joined her in bed, and we cuddled next to each other for a little bit, both of us needing to recover.

  My hands wandered over to her breast, all over her body, and I could feel myself get hard again. I shook my head at the insatiable bastard. Always ready to be on the go. And Flora never disappointed me. She was freaking gorgeous and amazing, and that was how I spent the next two weeks with her. That was, when I was not working; after all, business came first.

  We fucked and sucked until we were both drained and exhausted. I lost count of how many times she orgasmed.

  I awoke on Sunday morning with my soft cock in her mouth. It didn’t remain soft for long as she pleasured me once more before I traveled back to New York. That was her parting gift, and she got better at it every fucking time.

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  Two weeks had come and gone, and I was back at my office, staring out the window, while I tried to focus on a deal I had thought of entering into with one of the biggest sharks in the business world. My two weeks with Flora in Amsterdam were over. And I had made a silly mistake—promising to marry her in the throes of passion. Although, she knew better than to take it seriously. After all, I was not in my right mind when I had proclaimed my love for her.

  I snorted as I turned myself around in my office chair.

  Love.

  That was a strange feeling to me.

  I was infatuated with her, yes, but certainly not in love with her. Sex with Flora was great, in fact, the best I had had yet, but that didn’t mean I wanted to stop having sex with every other girl out there. She was just special to me in some way. And I had made sure to get as much of it as I could to sustain me till the next time I went there. Just thinking about it now caused me to adjust my growing erection in my pants and I tried to focus back on the contract.

  I sighed and picked up the first paper on top of the files my secretary had dropped off for me. Only to find an invitation from Ricco Spencer, a huge business mogul whom I had been trying to do business with for years. This invitation to his home, practically served on a golden platter, without any struggle, was like the perfect news. The party was held in honor of his daughter, who was entering the business world as she just finished college, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t get him to talk business with me.

  Ricco Spencer was a man twice my age and someone I had always looked up to in the business world. I grinned as I strategized and pulled up a contract that seemed fair enough and profitable to convince Ricco Spencer to do business with me.

  Before long, I was buried in paperwork. I had a lot to catch up on from these past two weeks I had been absent and I did not totally trust my employees.

  Chapter 2

  Alexa

  I sat by the mirror, applying my mascara, and stared back at my reflection. My straight brown hair fell down to my shoulders in waves, and my light makeup enhanced my natural beauty. I was wearing a black tubeless gown that hugged my curves and showed a hint of my cleavage. It wasn’t slutty; it was simple yet elegant, just like everyone knew me to be.

  And everybody knew me: Alexa Spencer, daughter of one of the wealthiest businessmen in town. The only child of Ricco Spencer and his wife, I lost my mother to cancer at the age of three. I could only remember what she looked like through pictures and we had a lot of them in the house because my father never married again.

  Okay, fast forward to the present. As the daughter of a wealthy businessman, I had my life laid out for me. Every single day of my life. Sometimes I loved it; sometimes I hated it. Sometimes I’d wonder what it’d be like to be just me, without the title. But hey, I’m not complaining. I loved my dad so much and was ready to do anything to make him happy. Like, agree to the plans of throwing a huge party in my honor. I knew he meant well, but he would go over the top at times.

  He was trying the best way he could to be both parents to me, and I appreciated his efforts, even if he was a workaholic.

  “Alexa?”

  The sound jerked me out of my thoughts. I was so deep in thought that I didn’t even hear any footsteps. Then a light knock sounded on my bedroom door.

  “Alexa, baby, are you okay?”

  It was my father. “Yes, Dad. I’m good. Just give me a minute.” I raised my voice a bit so he could hear me as I straightened my dress. “Come in.”

  I turned around on the chair. The door squeaked a bit as it pushed open and my father walked in, smiling as if he had just won the lottery. Though I doubt he’d move a muscle if he truly won a lottery.

  “You look beautiful. Just like your mother.” He smiled, as if recalling a memory.

  “Thank you, Dad. You look so good yourself that they’d almost think you are the graduating one,” I said, teasing him.

  He replied with a bark of laughter filling the room. “Have I reminded you that I love you?” He gazed at me with so much love shining through his eyes. “Your mother would have been proud of you.”

  I smiled back at him and walked into his arms, and we held onto each other for a while.

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  The party turned out to be a huge success, and was still going on in the backyard. But my feet ached. Walking in six-inch death straps had caused that. I walked over to the liv
ing room and slumped on the chair. I removed my shoes and tried to massage my feet. If it was left to me, heels would be banned, though they made one’s legs look really good and shapely when put on. But I’d prefer sneakers any day, any time.

  Just as I was massaging my feet, I had the strangest feeling. That feeling you get when you knew someone was staring at you. The hair on the back of my neck rose. I stopped massaging my feet and slowly turned to look at the culprit, only to see a tall, handsome, incredibly sexy man, staring at me.

  I dragged my gaze all over him, my eyes drinking him in hungrily. He was hot, hot, freaking hot. My brain went immediately into overdrive, and my inner bitch yelled from inside me to stand the fuck up and do something. I sat up and straightened myself, smiling at him as I did so.

  “Hi.” My voice came out a little bit huskier than I intended. I mentally slapped myself and rolled my eyes at such a lame attempt. I could do better than that. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Hi, I’m Alexandra, but you can call me Alexa.” This time, I stood and walked toward him. I had already slipped my heels back on.

  He closed the remaining gap between us and stretched out his arms. “Hi there, you must be the celebrant,” he drawled.

  I could see myself swooning at the sound of the undertone in his sexy voice. Really, Alexa?

  “I’m Mike.”

  *******

  And that was how it started. I began crushing on the hot and sexy CEO of Sanders & Co. so bad, it was getting out of hand. It had been six months since I saw him at the party and after that little conversation we had, we didn’t get to see each other again. The main reason I was crushing that bad on him was lost on me because I didn’t understand it myself.

  On one particular day, I forgot to clear my browser history and my dad wanted to use my computer, only to find pictures of Mike Sanders all over on the screen. At first, he was angry. He claimed his baby girl was not old enough to start fantasizing about a man such as Mike Sanders. And I could do nothing but blush at the thought of it. I didn’t know what exactly calmed him down, but he did and we had a long talk that night about boys. I let him know in clear terms that I was old enough to do what I wanted and at that point I wanted Mike Sanders. Of course, I didn’t tell him that.

  He nodded and seemed to be in deep thought before he gathered me into a hug like he used to do when I was little. He apologized for being overbearing and explained how he wanted me to be his little girl always.

  Although I wanted Mike Sanders, I was not sure how to go about it.

  And my father, being the ever-attentive dad that I knew him to be, picked up on this interest and decided to do something about it. He walked in one day and handed me some documents, smiling at me.

  I scanned it quickly and my jaw dropped in shock.

  It was a document of an arranged marriage with Mike Sanders. Who would do arranged marriage nowadays? I was so angry, I yelled at him and threatened that I was going to move out of the house and get my own apartment because he didn’t have any right to control my life anymore.

  He looked confused and tried to appease me with apologies, but I was not having any of it.

  I was rendered speechless. The look on his face was as if I should be grateful to him for doing this for me—getting me what I wanted—but I couldn’t help being angry. Dad had always had the habit of getting me what I wanted, with or without me even asking for it. Don’t get me wrong—I’m grateful for it, but then sometimes it would be nice to let things flow naturally too. Let me struggle for things once in a while to understand their worth. I was too angry to communicate all this to him that night and packed a couple of bags of clothes for the weekend and left the house.

  I spent the night at a hotel and stayed the whole weekend there. A part of me was distraught that my father didn’t even trust me to take action myself and tried to baby me even after college, and another part of me jumped up in excitement at the prospect of actually marrying the guy who had been in my dreams for the past six months.

  Soon the weekend was over, and I had thought long and hard about this. I decided to forgive my father and make the best of the situation. So, I headed for home and saw my father leaning over the window, staring blankly at the rose garden opposite the kitchen. He always did that whenever we had a fight.

  “Dad?” I called out.

  He jerked in surprise and turned to face me. His face was filled with apology, and I went over to hug him.

  “I know you mean well, but I really don’t want you fighting my battles for me again. I can call you on the sidelines when things get tough, but I want to be able to handle things myself.”

  He returned my hug and breathed in my scent deep, as if taking it into memory. “I know, baby. I’m sorry. I’m used to ordering people around and getting things done without consulting anyone, so I acted before talking to you.”

  I leaned away and smiled at him. “I know you have good intentions, but that is not going to help me in any way. So, I would like to go on a date with him first, get to know him and see if I would agree to the arranged marriage thing.” I cocked my head to the side.

  “Fair enough.” He nodded and pecked me on my cheek. “You know I love you, right?” he said, not waiting for an answer before strolling toward his study.

  I sighed and went into my room to shower and unwind, preparing for the next stage in my life.

  Chapter 3

  Mike and I had gotten each other’s contact details and had even picked a day to meet up, which was that night. Before now, we had exchanged text messages, and I could say there was something interesting about him. It only got me more curious and excited to get to know him more.

  That didn’t stop me from asking for personal pictures from him and also sending a couple myself. We got along quite well, and I wanted to have something from him that was not yet shared with the world, hence, the pictures I had asked of him. And he didn’t disappoint. He was just as good looking as I remembered him to be. He had a look and an edge about him that I couldn’t pinpoint, but I liked it.

  I had also sent him photos of myself looking my best; I knew that I was beautiful enough, but I wanted to look my best for him. There were a couple showing my legs, one in high heels, looking sexy.

  With the way we had talked on the phone and gotten deep into each other, I could say I was sincerely intrigued and anticipated seeing him.

  I finished touching up my make-up in front of the bathroom mirror and swirled around to take a good look at myself. I had a low-cut red gown on that accentuated my figure and a pair of nude stilettos. The typical fuck-me heels. One never could tell, I could have got lucky that night.

  We had both agreed to meet at the restaurant instead of him coming to pick me from home. I took my car keys and drove over. My heart was beating in my chest as I neared the place. After arriving, I entered and walked over to the table. I had come five minutes earlier than expected because I was so nervous.

  He came in a few minutes later, and we embraced. He smelled very good, his cologne and his male scent wafting into my nostrils, teasing me. I liked when a man knew how to take care of himself.

  We held onto each other for a while before one of us decided to let go. I was a very physical person, and all I could think of was climbing onto him right there and riding him to sunset. The heat between us was obvious.

  We started the conversation on a light note, and it flowed easily, making me feel more relaxed with him. Well, the wine helped too. We had so many common interests and talked about everything possible. First, it was about work, how he was faring in the business world and my view on business as a newbie. Then we moved on to what we did for fun and had a few good laughs. The topics we talked about stayed clean for the most part, but it was obvious we were thinking of getting physical with each other.

  I had noticed that he had been struggling to keep his eyes on my face all evening, even if he tried to be cautious about it. I then decided to give him something more and tease him.

  I look
ed around and noticed the restaurant was almost empty as we had spent a lot of time in there. I leaned in as I continued to listen to his conversation, making sure to squeeze my boobs with my arms and caused them to pop up as I did. His eyes widened, and he stuttered a few times, which earned a smirk from me.

  Soon, we were ready to leave, and I excused myself and stood up to use the ladies. I made sure to put an extra sway in my hips as I walked, feeling the heat of his gaze on my generous backside. I smiled when I got to the bathroom. The night was going better than I anticipated. He was really a cool person to be with.

  I knew there and then that I was going to go ahead with the arranged marriage. I touched up my make-up and walked out to meet him. He was already paying the bill and smiled at me.

  “Are you ready to go?” he asked softly.

  I nodded and joined my hand with his outstretched one, smiling back at him. “We’re going home now?” I asked.

  "No, I'm not done with you yet," he said.

  I felt a thrill go through my body when he said that and I briefly wondered what he meant by that. We stepped out and walked down the road for a while, still talking comfortably around one another. Even though it was obvious neither of us wanted to talk as we wanted our bodies closer. We were likely waiting for the first person to make a move and confirm the sparks that would fly and the undeniable chemistry between us.

  Then when we approached a bar, I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I had to taste those lips of his. So, I stepped in front of him, making him stop in his tracks. And I slowly backed him against the wall, gazing at him. He seemed to understand what I wanted and took over from there.

  He brought his hands up and put them on either side of me, caging me in his arms and bringing me closer to him. I could feel the strength in his arms as he ran them over my body to my waist to make sure I was comfortable.