The Frenchman's Bride

by Imani King

  “Then how do you explain this new outlook? You sound like you’re talking ‘wife and family’ stuff here. The kind of stuff that, up until now, repulsed you and made your stomach turn.”

  “It’s her. Chelsea. I feel like I want her and only her. Being with slutty party girls is what sounds repulsive to me now. I had the best sex ever with her today. I don’t mean the best physically necessarily but mentally……..it blew me away. It was real and it had meaning. My heart swells just thinking about it.”

  “Holy shit, Blaize. This is serious. I’ve never heard you talk like this before. Hey, if this is the real thing, then I’m very happy for you. I really am. All kidding aside.”

  “Thanks Rolande. I appreciate that. It means a lot to me to have your support, dick head.”

  “Don’t mention it, your royal prickness.”

  22

  Chelsea

  After Blaize left, Tiffany and I could finally talk openly. She was pumping me for graphic details but I refused to indulge her curiosity.

  “Tiff, I can’t tell you private stuff that happened between me and Blaize. All I can say is it was incredible and unrivaled in anything I’ve ever experienced.”

  “That’s all you can say? That is actually saying a whole lot about a man, while revealing absolutely nothing. Like, what did he do? What did he say? How big is his dick? Important shit like that!”

  “I had a great time with Blaize in Santa Monica today. The entire day was wonderful. When we got home, it was even better. His dick is VERY large. There, are you satisfied?”

  “C’mon Chelsea. It’s me! Your best friend in the world! Remember? We share everything. Except maybe my mama. But that’s all; just her, nobody else. She’s practically like your own mom anyway.”

  “Tiffany, I’m not worried about you telling anybody. You’re not a blabber-mouth. It just doesn’t seem right betraying something intimate that he and I shared. Don’t take it personally.”

  “Intimate? You mean it was more than just physical pleasure? More than just sex? Do you have real feelings for him? And what about him for you? I hope you’re not putting yourself in a position of getting hurt.”

  “I don’t know, really. It was definitely primal and raw and carnal. I wanted that experience and I got it. Boy did I get it! But at the same time, it felt real and tender and even loving.”

  “Uh oh. Chelsea! You know he is a playboy! He’s had a gazillion women. Which, by the way, did you make him wear a condom?”

  “Oh my god, Tiffany! I was so caught up in the moment……and since I never have to concern myself with getting pregnant……. I didn’t even think…”

  “You’re probably worrying for nothing. He’s a rich famous man. The last thing he wants is a reputation for spreading diseases. Plus he can afford to get himself checked-out every time he’s with a woman if he wants to. I’m sure he’s fine…”

  “You think so? You’re probably right. Thanks Tiff.”

  “And you are NOT a stupid woman! Anybody could easily forget protection with a man like that! He’s dangerous in more ways than one!”

  “He is. Which is why I’m still confused. I think I might have real feelings for him but that’s crazy. Isn’t it? He’s not the type of guy who commits to a woman and settles down. Not to me or anybody. I think I’m just trying to live out the fairytale of every little girl: Rich handsome prince rides in on his white horse and sweeps the poor working girl off her feet. Her life is then changed forever when he marries her, moves her into his castle and they live happily ever after!”

  “Yeah, that’s always a good story. I like that one. Don’t forget, she gets to become a real princess too!”

  “Well anyway, now comes that dreadfully awkward ‘expectations’ game.”

  “How d’ya mean, Chels?”

  “You know. He expects me to act a certain way and vice versa, based on what we each ‘think’ the relationship is or should be. In the end, everybody ends up disappointed.”

  “Holy cow, Chelsea! You sure have become cynical. I guess I can’t blame you after your last dating disaster…”

  “Yep, I should have chopped off his nut sack with my pastry blade, just like you said.”

  “I told ya!”

  “So what do you think I should do, as far as Blaize is concerned,Tiff?”

  “For starters, it seems like you’re a real couple now. Kinda sorta. So when you’re out in public, at least you don’t have to pretend you’re hot for each other. The heat between you is definitely real. And it makes the fake marriage thing more believable too. You know they’re probably gonna interview you both before you get married, just to make sure it’s ‘for real’…”

  “You don’t suppose that’s what this is all about, do you? Just making the fake marriage appear more convincing to the immigration people?”

  “Chelsea, what are you talking about? That man did not even remotely look like he had immigration people on his mind when he was in your bed! That’s crazy!”

  “I guess you’re right. I’m already being paranoid. See what I mean!”

  “My advice is to sit back and enjoy the ride. I think you’re in for the adventure of a lifetime! Let the relationship be whatever it is. Maybe it’s heading somewhere, and maybe it’s not. Maybe he’s just looking for a good time. Maybe you are! Are you sure you’re not using him as a boy toy?”

  “I like to think I don’t use people. But what if subconsciously I am?”

  “Well, have you been saying things to yourself like,‘He’s rich and handsome and hung like a horse and all that, but is he really the kind of guy I want for a husband?’ Huh? Wait a minute! Never mind! Nobody in their right mind would say that!!”

  “Tiff, I’m just afraid I might do something that puts my heart at risk of being broken by him.”

  Tiffany looked at me in disbelief.

  “Chelsea, you already have…..”

  23

  Blaize

  Today’s book signing in the Manhattan Beach store was my first day of working with Chelsea since our amazing “afternoon delight”. Many of the customers congratulated us on our engagement. Being her fiancé didn’t feel fake either. It felt quite natural. The sexual heat between us was palpable, throughout the entire day. I couldn’t wait to get at her and I knew she felt the same way. French Chocolate was in usual fine form, portraying my sexy vampires while doling out their tempting taste treats.

  As the promotional event wrapped up and came to a close, I called Chelsea into the rear stockroom. I locked the door behind us and backed her up against a stack of boxed books before ravaging her neck with my mouth.

  “Mmmmmm….you are so succulent, my tasty chocolate wench!”

  “Blaize Simon, I think you’re turning into a real vampire!”

  “When you come over tonight, I have a surprise for you Chelsea.”

  “You do? Are you going to give me a hint? What do you want me to cook for you guys tonight?”

  “That’s the surprise! I’ll be cooking for you tonight. How do you feel about Italian?”

  “Italian what? Men? They’re okay, but I like French men better.”

  “Well, you’re going to get Italian. Either way, you’re getting some sweet sausage….”

  “What about Rolande?”

  “I don’t think he wants any sausage……”

  “No! I mean will he be eating with us?”

  “No. He said he and Tiffany were going to eat dinner together here in Manhattan Beach. They wanted us to join them, actually, but I asked for a rain check. I told him we’d be….….busy.”

  “So there’s no need for you to drive me home then. We can just go directly to the marina from here?”

  “That was my plan. I’ve been dying to slip that devilish red dress off you all day.”

  I so desperately wanted to sink my cock into her tightness right there and then, standing in the corner of the stockroom. But it was so unromantic, and I knew it would be a hundred times better if we waited for the com
fort and luxury of the boat. Chelsea was worth the wait.

  I had planned a dinner menu that did not involve anything too complicated or time consuming; everything would be tasty but quick. For me, the main course was going to be my sweet little brown sugar desert.

  At sunset, we enjoyed a lovely dinner on the deck of the boat; a fine bottle of Chianti Classico, Caesar salad, and penne sausage Bolognese. As the coastal air began to take on a chill, we headed below to the salon.

  “Dinner was delicious, Blaize. That sauce was spectacular. Where did you learn to cook?”

  “Thank you, Chelsea. That’s a nice compliment coming from an accomplished chef, such as yourself. I guess growing up in France, cooking is just innate for me. I spent a lot of time experimenting in the kitchen as a boy.”

  The yacht had a baby grand piano, so I took a seat on the bench with the intent of playing something romantic for Chelsea.

  “Any requests?”

  “You play, Blaize?”

  “Of course. I do a little of everything…”

  “Why doesn’t that surprise me,” she said with a smirk. “I suppose you had all kinds of music and art lessons as a child?”

  “No. Not at all. I taught myself the piano.”

  I chose the song “The Way You Look Tonight” for her, because I knew I would never forget how she looked that evening. I sang along as I played and she actually got tears in her eyes.

  “Is there anything you’re not good at Blaize?”

  “Plenty of things! I’m afraid I’m not very adept at handyman type things. You know…. plumbing, car repairs, fixing things in general.”

  Chelsea came over and sat on the piano bench backwards, facing me. She ran her silky fingers through my hair and planted a big hot luscious kiss on my mouth.

  “I disagree. You sure do know how to fix me up, mister.”

  I glanced over at her with a sly smile.

  “Your motor did seem to be purring pretty good last time.”

  “So, what do you mean you didn’t have any music lessons when you were a kid? I thought all rich kids had expensive lessons. What did you have, then? Water polo? Fencing? Equestrian?”

  “I wasn’t a rich kid. I was orphaned as a toddler and grew up in foster homes and group homes. My parents were killed in an auto accident. I have no memory of them.”

  I continued playing upbeat piano tunes while I spoke nonchalantly about my childhood, in an attempt to downplay the sadness of it all. Finally, I segued into the cheerful but ironic “The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow” from the Little Orphan Annie play. The last thing I wanted was for Chelsea to feel sorry for me but I could see the expression of pity on her face.

  “Blaize, I’m sorry. I had no idea. I just assumed you were born into a life of wealth and leisure. I hope you can forgive me.”

  “Chelsea, you have nothing to apologize for. You were being neither rude nor insensitive; just human. It’s human to presume certain things about people. Perhaps if I didn’t act like such an arrogant rich prick, you would have thought better of me.”

  What happened next caught me completely off guard and immediately made me sorry I hadn’t humbly shared my orphan childhood story with more women. Chelsea was overcome with emotion; emotion so profound that it quickly morphed from a sweet nurturing tenderness into a raw heated desire. Her soft sympathetic kiss became lustful and insatiable. She crawled onto my lap and pinned me on the piano bench between her sizzling hot body and the instrument’s 88 keys.

  I slid the straps of her red satin dress down off of her smooth shoulders and caressed her stunning ample breasts as they gradually became revealed. They were truly mouth-watering, commanding me to take them into my lips and tease her nipples with my tongue. Chelsea unbuttoned my shirt and trailed her hot playful tongue all the way down to my navel and into the waistband of my trousers. She gave the long, hard outline in my pants a hungry squeeze of her hand, before undoing the clasp and zipper and finally releasing my raging hard-on.

  Chelsea eagerly knelt down between my legs and took my aching cock and balls in hand. Then, she slipped her moist red lips over my throbbing member and sucked me slowly and teasingly, driving me absolutely and totally insane with pleasure. She rolled the tip of her tempting tongue around the tender ridge of my knob over and over, actually causing my legs to go weak. I lurched back into the hardness of the piano keyboard and hit my head on the lid.

  “Fuck Chelsea! Oh my god…...fuck you’re incredible!” She alternated back and forth between licks and sucks and quickened the pace of her hand around my shaft. I groaned and panted with sheer pleasure, practically pulling the tresses of her hair out of her adorable head with my fingers.

  She looked up at me from the floor, with her dark sultry eyes, smiling wickedly with her mouth full of my cock. She tightened her grip of her lips pulling hard from base to swollen head with each stroke. Chelsea sucked me with complete and utter abandon, moaning and whimpering with ecstasy as she relished and feasted on my dick.

  She drew me to the edge over and over, milking me with her talented mouth, until she was ready to allow my release.

  “Oh fuck Chelsea, I’ve fucking gotta come now!”

  She took mercy on me with unspoken consent. I let out a deep groan, as I came in her hot pretty little mouth. My dick exploded in powerful bursts, triggering a pulsating flood of my warm cream. She swallowed all that I gave her and gently continued licking and lapping up my cum, while I moaned. No woman had ever possessed me like that. I needed to retaliate.

  Reaching down and around to her fine round bottom, I slipped my fingers beneath the tiny strip of thong panties between her legs and probed her wet soft folds intent on making her come with her head in my lap. Chelsea swiveled her shapely hips around in delight as I pleasured her waiting clit. My fingers worked their magic relentlessly on her frenzied little perfect pussy. She squealed and panted my name as I watched her come repeatedly for me.

  “Blaize! Oh my god Blaize!

  Chelsea’s body went limp across my legs.

  I gathered her up into my arms and slowly raised myself from the bench so as not to bang my head again. Unfortunately, as I did so, my pants slipped down around my ankles.

  “Great! Now my legs are roped together like a damn rodeo calf!”

  With severely restricted movement, I carefully shuffled us across the salon and into my bedroom. Chelsea laughed uncontrollably into my shoulder. I thought about how much fun she was to be with. I dropped her onto my bed and fell on top of her as I tried to gracefully remove my pants. We both laughed ourselves into a deep intense kiss.

  Slowly and purposefully, I removed Chelsea’s dress and then her panties. Raising up to kneel on the bed, I stopped for a minute to once again drink in the full scope of her remarkable beauty. I ran both of my hands over the entire length of her delectable body, from her dainty feet on up to her graceful collarbone, attempting to memorize every inch of her. She purred as my fingertips tickled her luxurious curves.

  Her long silky brown legs dropped open, waiting for me to pleasure the pink slice of heaven between them. I held her inner thighs further apart with my hands and positioned myself in the center.

  “There’s no escaping it now. I’m finally going to fuck you in my bed, Ms. Dixon..”

  “Escape? Who wants to escape, you silly French fool!”

  “I’ve just got to taste that delicious sweet cream pie of yours again first, if you don’t mind.”

  “I saved a big juicy piece just for you, Mr. Simon.”

  I loved how Chelsea tasted. She was truly as sweet and creamy as her confections. Her sensuous hips gyrated to the rhythm of my heated tongue. I relentlessly sucked that woman’s clit while she raked and clawed her fingers into my scalp.

  “Fuck me now, Blaize!”

  “Are you…” I hesitated.

  “Don’t worry, I can’t get pregnant,” she replied, her smile turning a bit quizzical… “And you…”

  “Clean as a whistle…”

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bsp; “Then stop talking,” she whispered.

  I grabbed her calves, pulled her toward me, and angled her ass in the air. I took my pulsating cock in hand and deftly slid it into her engorged soft slit. She was slick and buttery, tight and warm. I drove myself into her slowly, deliberately and deeply while she pulled me in with her welcoming entwined legs.

  Each thrust became harder and faster, building into a swift maddening rhythm while Chelsea’s hips rocked uncontrollably. She held onto my wrists and dug her nails into my skin so hard she drew small droplets of blood. I reached for a necktie on my nightstand and gestured for permission to bind her wrists.

  “Are you okay with this?”

  “Go ahead. I trust you, Blaize.”

  I lightly wrapped her wrists with the silk tie and anchored her to the headboard. I shoved my slick glistening cock back in and resumed plowing my captive lover with a new sense of devilish purpose.

  Now, with no physical way of buffering the power of my fucking loins, Chelsea’s sexual pleasure was clearly heightened dramatically. Her hips bucked so wildly I was forced to seize her shoulders in order to steady myself. I could barely stay inside of her as her body quaked with the intensity of her orgasms.

  She completely unraveled as I began to come, arching and heaving her body upward in an attempt to break loose from her bondage.

  “Blaize, oh my god Blaize! Please! I can’t take anymore!”

  With three final deliberate stabs, I let out a low groan as I released the remainder of my load into Chelsea’s exhausted body.

  24

  Chelsea

  Tiffany grilled me like a mother. Standing in the kitchen, wearing an apron, and waving her pointer finger at me, she even looked my mother!

  “Noon! You’re dragging your sorry ass home at noon?!”

  “I know……..I know. Thanks for doing all the baking this morning, Tiff. You’re a true friend.”