The Frenchman's Bride

by Imani King

  I wasn’t sure if it was the bubbling alcohol in her, the bubbling alcohol in me, or just wishful thinking…but she was looking at me with eyes that positively dripped with attraction. She was also taking small opportunities to nudge a little closer, here and there…

  Again, I was consumed with the need to take her. Up here, atop this magnificent vessel…but I remembered my stewardess, who was standing idly nearby. Yes, we would need to be somewhere with a little more privacy…

  “Olivia, that will be all for now,” I told her.

  “Very well then, sir.”

  Sierra glanced over at me again, but instead of the slight confusion or knowing look, she merely climbed out of the tub.

  “Wait, Sierra…”

  “Come with me,” she told me, handing me a towel. She was already drying off as I climbed out of the large, inset tub.

  Sierra led me downstairs, her hand in mine, until she led her down the decks. She kept silent the entire way, and I wondered what had gotten into her…until we reached the guest quarters.

  She was pulling me towards her room.

  My breath caught in my chest.

  No. Don’t hurt her. You can’t…

  “Wait, Sierra,” I whispered. I stopped walking, and she looked back at me with confusion. For a brief moment, she seemed embarrassed, and she was slipping her fingers out of mine…

  “My room’s the other way,” I whispered hungrily.

  12

  Sierra

  * * *

  When Blaine’s lips met mine, the electricity crackled with an instantaneous burst. His yearning kiss was raw, passionate, and fueled by a sudden primal need that I could have never prepared myself for.

  Instead of fear, I was filled with an itch to meet his powerful demand with my own quaking desire. I wanted him to understand just how much I found myself needing this. While his kiss ended, a sharp breath of air slipping into lungs as he held his forehead against mine, he dove in for another. My hands palming his cheeks, I pulled his kiss into mine, urging the billionaire for more.

  With a small, subtle chuckle escaping his lips, he obliged.

  Mighty fingertips clasped around my round ass as he pulled us closer together. A small gasp slipped from my mouth to his as I felt the strength of his pressing need, furiously seeking released from its fabric prison. I felt myself pushed back against the low wall, the pressure ending above the small of my back. His hands were clutching into my shoulders now, pinning me in place as his tongue slid against mine, craving my taste.

  “This definitely isn’t the kind of companionship I had in mind,” I whispered into his ear, tugging at his lobe with my teeth. “You’re being naughty, Blaine…”

  “I can stop if you want,” he whispered back, his voice husky with desire. “Just say the word.”

  In my hormone-fueled haze, I thought for a moment. Should I stop? But my body answered for me: No. Never.

  Blaine’s hand snaked around my chest and unclasped my top in an instant. The cups slid down to the floor, letting my breasts pop free for his entertainment.

  His hands couldn’t contain themselves, immediately sliding around my ample bosom. I squealed with delight as he bent down to kiss the flesh, my hardening nipples all the indication he needed that I was growing ready for him.

  Blaine pushed me back lightly, guiding me backwards onto the bed. Climbing rearward into the bed, my ankles spread almost of their own volition. Blaine descended between them, his firm hands clenching around my shins as his lips met mine, pushing me further down into the pillows. As his weight pressed down onto me, his lips found their way to my open throat, kissing into the tender skin and breathing hot air into my ear.

  “Oooohh,” I cooed lightly, digging my fingernails into his broad shoulders. “That’s nice…”

  “Just you wait,” he chuckled gruffly, his wandering hands finding my luscious bosom. With fingers that grasped into the soft flesh, he lightly pinched my erect nipples between them as he clasped. A deep, swelling warmth erupted into my core, turning me on even harder as he manipulated my body against his own. His fingers were now directly tweaking my stiff nubs, rolling, pinching, and tugging the nipples as my fingernails dug ever deeper.

  “Fuck, Blaine,” I whispered, my voice drenched with lust. “Just do it. Take me.”

  “Not yet,” he teased against my throat, licking a clean curve down across my collarbone before kissing a line down to my chest. As his hands continued to work my breasts, he took one nipple between his teeth, working it carefully and passionately. His tongue flicked repeatedly against the peak, sending lashes of pleasure across my mind. Brushing his firm, wet tongue against my titillated pleasure zone, he then switched to sweetly, passionately indulge the other perky nub.

  “Oh god, Blaine,” I murmured incoherently as my arms wrapped around his head, holding him pinned to my chest. “That feels so incredible…fuck!”

  His soft, heavy chuckle against my flesh told me how appreciative he was of my complete, desiring need, and he pulled free long enough to pepper a trail of kisses down my abdomen. Before I could fully grasp the change, his fingers grasped around the ties of my bikini, whisking them undone and tossing the garment aside as I shifted my weight to accommodate him. He slipped back down between my thighs, his lips encapsulating my hood and sucking on the bead of my passion with varying levels of intensity.

  “God!” I blurted out, my fingers digging into the tufts of his hair. Holding him into place, I bucked my hips to his face, feeling his tongue work its otherworldly magic against my wet sex.

  I felt his thick, rugged middle finger part my tight lips as he pushed it inside. Curving the digit upward, he began to work my body like an instrument, while I gasped and moaned all the while. It wasn’t long before another – his index – met the first digit inside, and he curled both fingers to push against my inner button, rolling them against my inner folds.

  Meanwhile, his mouth continued to work my hood, the heat of his breath and the flicking of his tongue perfectly manipulating my sex from the outside.

  My thighs quivered lightly; an electrical nerve signal fired down both my legs, making me quiver with building satisfaction. While the pressure of my impending release built inside, my hips rocked against his lips harder, and I pulled him deeper into me, losing any sense of composure as I groaned from deep within the pillows.

  “Goddammit, Blaine, don’t you dare fucking stop…”

  Just like that, my pleasure met its boiling point. A successive burst of complete satisfaction rolled over my core and flooded my mind with incredible endorphins. When I finally slipped from my orgasmic haze, my knees were still shaking, and Blaine was wiping his lips with the back of his wrist.

  “Oh, don’t worry, Sierra…I’m not done with you yet,” he confidently murmured with animalistic intent. He stood tall, slipping out of his slacks and boxers. Whipping a palmed condom into sight, he hungrily tore the wrapper open with his teeth, his eyes firmly locked onto mine.

  “Are you ready for me?” He asked calmly, his trademark mischievous smirk plastered firmly upon his lips as he wrapped his weapon.

  I nodded quietly, barely able to take my eyes off of his dangling tool. Just the bulge alone had been intimidating, but direct contact with oxygen seemed to only engorge that incredible cock into something that completely took my breath away.

  Blaine smiled at my visible awe, kneeling into the bed and half-crawling up to me. Pushing my ankles further aside, he was above me now, smiling down into my face while rolling the head of his throbbing weapon against my lower lips. My nerve endings crackled; I begged for fulfillment with my eyes, clasping my fingers around his tight, sculpted ass.

  “Do it,” I told him. “Fuck me.”

  “Well, if you insist…”

  And with that, my chasm parted around his massive cock, pushing deep into my slickened folds hard. My hips bucked and I gasped a sudden, surprised exclamation, receding deeper into the bedding as he chuckled to himself.

>   “You are so fucking tight…” he huskily observed, holding himself up with a palm against the bedding. His other was still wrapped around his cock, maneuvering it against and into me. “But you’re so wet for me, too…”

  Another authoritative thrust, deeper this time.

  The billionaire kissed me deeply and fully, and my skin practically sparked with the intensity. I could feel my body completely succumbing to his strength, as I gasped into his lips. While he groaned into the thrust, his tongue licking against my own, mine became slick with my own juices. He kissed deeper now, pushing further inside simultaneously with both his tongue and his throbbing cock.

  Once I had completely adjusted to his generous size, he picked up the pace, driving faster and harder into me. My ankles clasped together in the small of his back, urging him to dig deeper into me, and I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck.

  “Fuck, Blaine, harder…”

  He silently obliged, his lips on my throat as his swollen rod jackhammered into me. We rocked our hips together in a titanic, endless clash, rolling our bones against one another in our furious, passionate copulation.

  I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer – the question was whether or not he could. But as I ran my nails down his spine, I could feel mild shivers down his back. His body trembled in small waves, and his movements began to grow furious. He was erratic now, his chest swelling and falling in deeper bursts, and his thrusts were increasingly desperate.

  Oh, he was definitely about to burst.

  Luckily for me, so was I. I’d held off as long as I could, but knowing how close he was to the brink convinced me to let my last ounce of restraint drop away.

  His voice groaned, matching my excited moans as our pleasure met a crushing crescendo, our hips rolling together in an unstoppable frenzy. Finally, I clenched onto his body, feeling my core explode with passion as my mind melted into crushing pleasure…and I felt his sculpted body go completely rigid, his cock burrowed as deeply into my folds as it would go.

  From within the safety of his condom, I felt his steamy, pulsating bursts of red-hot cum, and for one surprising moment, devoid of inhibition, I secretly wished that the protection had never been there to begin with.

  We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, panting with release, and kissing deeply into each other. With exhaustion beginning to grip into my mind, I felt the first pangs of delicious, wonderful sleep…

  13

  Sierra

  * * *

  When my eyes finally drifted apart the following morning, I halfway expected to wake up alone, wondering for a few minutes if I had just dreamed the phenomenal sex. I glanced over sleepily at the other side of the bed – unsurprisingly, it was missing one tall, broad, incredibly sexy lover.

  Typical, I thought to myself. Oh well, I guess.

  With a large, unladylike yawn and a wide stretch of my arms, I suddenly became aware of a small, telltale rattle of dishes. My eyes flew wide, and my gaze zeroed in on the source: my robed host, a wide grin on his face, and a steaming tray of gourmet breakfast in his hands.

  “Breakfast in bed? You’re going the full mile here,” I smiled sleepily. It looked like he had crept in just as I was waking up, and paused to watch me stir.

  “Well, if I’m going to be perfectly honest…”

  My face scrunched up with mock irritation. “Let me guess, hotshot. You didn’t cook that yourself.” I arched my brow as my lip curled up, shaking my head. “Tsk tsk, you’re losing points here…”

  “I had help,” Blaine sheepishly admitted with a shrug.

  “You’re impossible.” I sat up in bed, crossing my arms, but I couldn’t keep my warmhearted grin off of my face. “How much of this was you?”

  “Oh, a lot of it!” Blaine chuckled, setting the tray down on my lap. It looked fantastic – a thick, buttery, chicken and vegetable omelet, topped with oregano above a thinned, drizzled red sauce blend, immediately greeted me. Complementing the breakfast entrée was a sprig of parsley, as well as a modest, triangled stack of spiced French toast under a syrupy glaze, a cup of chilled red grapes, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange and mango juice.

  While I lifted my silverware and went to town on that omelet, he sat beside me on the bed and watched my face for signs of approval. With my first bite, I held my composure…just long enough to worry him, before descending into a fit of tastebud-fueled glee.

  “This tastes fantastic,” I murmured through the bite. “What’s in this?”

  “Let me think,” Blaine replied, his index fingertip tapping against the tip of his chin as he gazed away. “Grilled, diced chicken – tossed in a seasoned blend – followed by slivers of toasted green pepper, a very small helping of red onion, sliced chives, shredded spinach, and some cutlets of ham for a meaty punch…and the egg is cooked with freshly ground pepper and just a pinch of garlic and cayenne pepper. That drizzled topping is homemade, and a family recipe.”

  I took another scrumptious bite, moaning unfiltered satisfaction. “What makes it so spicy?”

  Blaine grinned. “You like that, do you? I tweaked it a little to incorporate the restrained introduction of Srirachi sauce. I feel it gives it a little more kick, which I favor.”

  “I think,” I mumbled between bites, “that this is the best damned omelet I’ve ever had.”

  “It’s certainly diverse, isn’t it? I burned the first one, so that wound up being breakfast for me.”

  I gave him a quick side-eye between bites. “You? Eating burnt food? That doesn’t sound like the Blaine Winguard that I know…”

  “What can I say?” He shrugged with a boyish grin. “Only the best for you, my dear…and I don’t particularly like to waste anything either.”

  “You’re a notorious billionaire playboy,” I reminded him. “Decadence and excess are sort of your entire shtick.”

  “So what if I like to have a good time?” He replied, feigning a wound. “Doesn’t mean that I like to do it at the expense of everyone else…or that I leave a trail of debauchery in my wake.

  “Depends on how you define debauchery,” I teased him, slipping a frozen grape into my mouth. “Oh god, this is like grape ice cream…”

  “Yes, I do quite enjoy them myself,” Blaine chuckled, watching the ecstasy on my face. While I was distracted, he slipped a pair of fingers into the cup and retrieved one for himself, popping it into his mouth. “Oh yes…quite delicious.”

  Biting into a chunk of gourmet French toast – and letting the interesting blend of indescribable flavors cross my palate – I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe, I might actually have grown to be fond of this guy…

  But what did that mean for my investigation? He was going to be angry when he realized I was lying to him the whole time…

  The next day was full of relaxation. Curling up like a pair of teenage lovers, we were inseparable through a regiment of enjoyment that included the pool outside, a newly-released action film in the theater, and a pair of strong, fantastic, hour-long massages, given by his on-deck masseuses.

  “Blaine, this has been fantastic,” I whispered to him afterwards, while standing on the rooftop deck later in the afternoon.

  “Good,” he whispered, pulling me into a strong kiss.

  My tongue licked against the tip of his before I pulled back, a large smile on my face. “Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better…you made that happen, too.”

  “Happy to help,” he whispered huskily. I could feel his pressing need against my leg, pressing up against his shorts. In response, I grasped a handful of his polo and pulled him closer.

  Smiling into another kiss, I released my grip, and then pulled his face into my hands. His rugged face fit so well in my palms as I stared into his half-lipped gaze. An interesting idea had occurred to me, and I thought it might be right up his alley. “I have an idea for some fun, but I have a bit of a condition…”

  “Condition?” With all the blood surging to the weapon between his legs, it was al
most cute to see his mind barely functioning.

  “That’s right, playboy,” I chuckled, pushing him back just far enough to comfortably turn around. Reaching behind myself, I grasped him by the collar and pulled him over me, bending against the railing. “I want to watch the ocean this time…”

  I heard the furious sound of a buckle, and grinned to myself as I felt him undo his belt and step out of his shorts, casting off his shirt…and the telltale sound of a wrapper ripping.

  “Were you keeping that in your pocket all day?” I chuckled, feeling his work with his cock for a moment while he bent over me. “Came prepared, did you?”

  “I’m always prepared,” he laughed, his hands lifting up my dress. I pushed back against the rail and let him slide it up my skin, whipping it over my head and arms and tossing it aside. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, and he couldn’t resist commenting: “Looks like you did, too.”

  His voice was already gravelly with need, and I felt his wet fingers – slick with his saliva – rub along my exposed sex. Holding onto the railing again, I felt him probe his finger inside, pushing into my slick, inner folds as I let out a long, satisfied moan.

  In response, a second finger joined the first, and he held me against the railing and began forcefully fingering me. At the same time, I felt him slip his ankles between mine, forcing me to widen my stance.

  I reached back behind and grabbed onto his thick rod, stroking it in my hand between my legs as he fingered me. While he kept my body bent over the railing, I felt his chest shudder into my back with delight.

  “You like that, huh?” I whispered, my own voice filled with sultry desire. “I’ll bet you’d rather it inside, though…”

  “You are sure moving fast,” Blaine chuckled as he pulled his hand free from my pussy and clenched the fingers into my hip. With his other hand, he steadied his tip against my wet, needful chasm, and with a slow, steady push he forced himself inside.