The Marriage Mistake_A Billionaire Hangover Romance

by Natalie Knight

  But I wonder if she trusts me enough to do it? I hurt her before and I hope that won’t impede her willingness to open her mind to the thought of me conquering her in this way.

  I clank the steel cuffs together and the noise makes her bite her lip.

  Yeah, she’s willing. She wants it.

  Fuck yes.

  “Trust me Sienna, okay? Just know that I’ll never push you too hard. I know your limits, okay?”

  “Alright.”

  I climb on top of her and pull her arms up over her head. I’ve got one of those Herculean beds with posts that are the size of tree trunks. I cuff her wrists to either side of it then step back and look at my handiwork.

  She looks fucking gorgeous sprawled out on my bed liked, her body pliant and exposed and mine for the taking.

  She looks at me tentatively so I start slow. Very slow.

  It makes me crazy thinking about playing out my dark desires with Sienna. And the fact that she’s loved every bit of my dominance so far, even if she won’t admit it.

  “I want to hear you say you only want me, you’ve only ever wanted me.”

  The defiance in her eyes screams my answer.

  This both turns me on and infuriates me. I’ve thought only about her for ten years and I expect the same from her.

  “You shouldn’t be so cocky when you’re chained to my bed post.”

  She glares at me. “Why? What are you going to do about it?”

  I smirk and say, “I’m going to leave for a little bit and you won’t know when I’ll be back.”

  “Wait, Leo, what? You can’t leave me here like this.”

  “Oh, but I can.”

  It makes me rock hard to think of her being tied to my bedpost alone with only thoughts of me to occupy her mind. That’ll show her some temperance.

  “Leo! Fuck, no.”

  She’s struggling as I leave the room. Let her pine for me a bit. I go to the kitchen and take my sweet time having breakfast. I order up some room service and read the paper. Only after it’s been awhile do I go back in.

  The minute I walk in, she turns, trying to cover herself by crossing her legs.

  “There’s nowhere to hide, Sienna. It’s all me all the time. You better get used to this.”

  She jerks her head to the side and refuses to look at me.

  “Say it, baby. You know you want to.”

  I remove the jeans I was wearing and sidle up between her legs. Stroking her inner thigh softly makes her tremble with need.

  “Have you been thinking of me?”

  I torment her by dragging my fingers over her stomach and waist, everywhere except the place where she most wants to feel me.

  “Just say what I want to hear and this can all end in pleasure.”

  She’s silent, defiant, so I get up to leave again.

  “Fine,” I say. “If you want to play the hard way, we can.”

  “No! Leo, please don’t go.”

  “Then tell me what I want to hear and say it like you mean it.”

  It’s almost at a whisper when she says, “I’ve only ever wanted you.”

  I may have had to force it out of her, but it fucking sounds like the truth.

  And when she lifts her golden eyes to meet mine, it’s like fireworks explode. We both feel it. I know this connection is as real for her as it is for me. Though neither of us has voiced our feelings, the sexual chemistry is palpable.

  “Good girl,” I say with confidence as I make my way between her legs again.

  I bend my head down and graze my tongue along the lips of her pussy. She’s so wet. Obviously our little time apart was good for her. She smells like a fragrant mix of body wash and her own delicious juices.

  I lick at her clit and have to hold down her legs because she’s trying to buck her hips and take control and get what she needs from me. She wants it so bad. I can tell from her swollen, trembling clit that’s budding more with every flick of my tongue.

  Soon she starts to relax into it and she lets herself be pleasured by me. It’s not worth fighting.

  All I want to do is make her come until her head explodes.

  I don’t know why she’s having such a hard time accepting that. All she has to do is submit to my control and the world will be hers. I’ll pleasure her as much and as long as she wants.

  Why fight anything we feel between us? We’re both so fucking stubborn…but it is part of what makes us both so fucking perfect for each other.

  I swirl my tongue around her clit for long, tantalizing moments. She’s arching her back into it but the handcuffs and my grip on her thighs stop her from getting far.

  “Leo, I’m going to come,” she pants.

  I’ve got her right where I want her. As she reaches her climax, I stroke my fingers around her opening, and this sends her soaring even higher, riding the wave of endless orgasms that just keep on coming.

  She’s screaming my name.

  “Leo!” It falls from her lips repeatedly.

  That’s all I wanted to hear. She could’ve just done that from the beginning and made this process a lot easier.

  She comes so hard, one right after the other. I take my place between her thighs and spread her wide. I know she does yoga and let me tell you that’s paying off right about now.

  I plunge my cock deep inside her. She’s so wet and sticky from her cum that I slide right in. I push her legs back so that she’s wide open to me and the view is fucking gorgeous. My baby cuffed to the bed, tits out, craving my touch, and her wet pink slit is at my disposal.

  I ram my cock in and out, not rushing, drawing out both of our pleasure. It feels so good to just have her like this at my utter beck and call.

  “Say my name again, baby, tell me how much you enjoy this.”

  I’ve got her going, so wet and horny and needy that she just says whatever’s on the tip of her tongue, what she’s been dying to say.

  “Oh Leo, fuck, it feels so good. It’s only you. It’s only ever been you.”

  They’re the only words that I want to hear. I push into her even deeper and I think my own eyes are rolling back into my head from the sensation of her pussy clamping down around me.

  So. Fucking. Wet.

  At the last minute I decide I want to paint her with my cum. Just as my orgasm is about to rip through me, I pull out of her clenching pussy let it go. I spray ropes of hot, sticky cum all over her stomach and tits. Jet after jet shoots all over the place, so much cum everywhere.

  It’s so fucking hot to watch. And it takes her by total surprise.

  Her eyes go wide and her mouth drops open, and fuck, that makes the next sticky stream shoot right in her mouth and all over her cheek.

  She moans like it’s all she’s ever wanted, running her tongue over her lips to get as much in her mouth as she can.

  Jesus Christ, this woman fucking loves my cum.

  I let my hands fall to the bed on either side of her heaving chest and stay there for a minute to catch my breath.

  I take a hand and scoop up some of the cum from her tits, then watch as she licks it all off. She looks at me the whole time, her eyes full of raw lust.

  Then it’s over. I step back, putting my mask back in place.

  She eyes me with a look of apprehension. Like she doesn’t know what happens next. I know she’s torn, wanting more, because so am I. I could do this with her every day and every night.

  I’m still not convinced she’s entirely mine, though, and that leaves me broody as fuck as I uncuff her.

  “You good?” I ask as she rubs her wrists.

  “Yeah. That was intense,” she says.

  “In a good way, right?”

  “Yes,” she says, suddenly seeming shy about what we just did. But then she flashes that beautiful smile, and I know I’m that much closer to winning her over for good.

  Sienna

  I just told Leo that being handcuffed to his bed in the middle of the fucking day was intense...but that is an understatement. It
was wild and stormy and explosive. What is it about this guy that has me ready to be chained to his bedpost?

  And yet somehow in losing all freedom, I felt most free of all. Suddenly I wasn't in control anymore. I didn't have to worry about bills, or my job, or my reputation. I was just...free, soaring on cloud nine and ready to never look back.

  And in that release, those moments where I didn’t have to manage every facet of my life, I actually found myself more able to just be me.

  My submission to him feels more and more natural every day. He can dominate me because I know that what fuels that authority is a complete devotion and adoration of me...at least for the next month.

  And though I'll never tell him, that underlying protective tendency he has is a real turn on.

  "I've never been tied up before," I admit as we're lounging around naked in the mid-morning sun.

  His gray sheets are covered in so much sticky cum, delicious evidence of time very well spent. I love the filthy sight of it.

  "I like that."

  I grab his chin and pull it towards me so that we're eye to eye.

  "I mean it. It's not like other guys haven't tried, but I never trusted anyone enough to do that."

  His eyes flash. "God, Sienna. Fuck. That's not what I want to hear...you and other guys. I can't even imagine it. Don't tell me about other guys, or I might have to get the cuffs back out."

  It was a slip of the tongue. I never meant to set off his jealousy. If only he knew...that no one else can ever compare to him. The uncontrollable way he makes me feel tops everything, everyone.

  That’s what I was trying to tell him. That he’s the only one I’ve ever wanted to do all these things with. Do everything with.

  Everything with Leo is based on his need to contain me and make me his. What he doesn't know is that I'm pretty willing to let my reckless nature go.

  I don’t miss being so unrestrained because ultimately it’s led me to some pretty bad decisions...like being an escort under a guy that basically wants to pimp me out as a prostitute.

  While my intentions have always been pure, I haven't always put myself in the best situations, and that's why having Leo in charge is not such a bad thing.

  I can't believe I'm even admitting this to myself. I'm determined, though, to remain unbroken, even under his restraint.

  It's probably what he likes most about me. I'm wild and complete in my unrestricted nature and that'll never change. He can control me, but only if I allow it.

  "I think we should have a nice lunch on the balcony," I say. "Come on, the day is bright, the sun is shining."

  The nice thing about being in the penthouse of a casino is that Leo has full access to all kinds of world cuisine, especially when he’s the fucking boss.

  I smirk. I'll never tire of ordering up food and not having to cook.

  "Lunch? Sounds nice. But at some point, I'll have to get some work done today."

  "Should I call the concierge?" I ask.

  He kisses me.

  "No baby, you stay here and get ready. Let me handle everything."

  Fine by me. I sink back into the pillows and try to absorb the luxurious feeling of having been thoroughly fucked by the man of my dreams.

  Leo is no joke. He is very serious, and apparently very serious about me.

  I don't dare hope he'd ever give up his playboy ways, but for the moment it's me in his bed and no one else.

  Eventually, I feel like I’ve been lazy enough and that I need to haul myself out of bed. I go into the suite and wash off. Leo's got music blasting and it wakes me up to the fact that the day has officially begun.

  I apply my makeup perfectly. There's no better light than up here at the top of the world. I pick out a simple black bodysuit with lace detailing, black slacks, and Jimmy Choos.

  When I finally arrive on the terrace, Leo's jaw practically drops to the floor. He likes what he's seeing. I sit down to a white linen tablecloth and crystal glasses.

  "Mimosa?" he offers.

  "Could I ever say no to that?"

  He makes my drink and I ask what we're having.

  He goes inside to get the service tray from the kitchen. Then he reveals the perfectly plated brunch.

  He says, "Coffee-flavored Belgian waffles with homemade whipped cream."

  "Leo," I say, “that sounds amazing.” Wow. I have to say, Leo Asher knows how to take care of a woman.

  I dig in, ravenous from this morning.

  "It's so peaceful up here," I remark. "You're in the middle of the action and yet so removed. I could stay out here all day."

  "Well," he says. "You can. Why don't you lay out here, get a tan, order a massage, and then get ready to see me later tonight?"

  "That sounds perfect.”

  "You’re what’s perfect. But unfortunately, I have to escape to the office for a few hours, as much as I'd like to seduce you out here on the terrace."

  Hmm, that gives me an idea. Surely he has time for just one more round.

  I finish my mimosa and it gives me the liquid courage to make my move. Leo looks so good in his suit. But I'm dying to get him back out of it, to unleash his cock and give him one more reason to think about me today.

  "I'll lay out and work on my tan," I say as I casually remove my black pants so I'm wearing nothing but my lacy bodysuit.

  I immediately know my tactic works because his eyes are feasting on me. I make my way over to one of the lounge chairs and pretend to be up to nothing but getting some sun.

  He comes over just like I knew he would. He's like a puppy, standing right next to my chair. He’s not the only one with some control, even though he’d never admit it.

  "Hey." I peer up through the brightness. "You're blocking my sun."

  "Come here," he says.

  I sit up, and he pulls his cock free from the expensive pants. It's standing at attention, proud and hard in all its glory, up here on the penthouse terrace for no one to see but me. I eye it greedily, and soon he's pushing it towards me.

  I wrap my hand around the length of his shaft. I can barely fit my hand around his cock because it's so fucking huge.

  I’m instantly wet, and I know I won’t be wearing this bodysuit any more today after we’re done here. I suck the tip of his cock that’s beading with pre-cum and it makes him groan. He pulls my tit out of the lacy top and fingers my nipple.

  I moan around his shaft and lick and suck and taste.

  He forces his cock deeper into my mouth and take it all, just the way he likes it. He must be feeling so fucking powerful in his luxe suit with me, his bought and paid for escort, sucking on him like there's nothing I’d rather do.

  I take it deep and I focus on making sure his cock is dripping wet from my mouth. It grows impossibly harder.

  He picks me up and bends me over the lounge chair. Before I know it, he's unclasping the hook of my bodysuit that's right between my legs.

  His fingers graze my pussy as he does so and I have to suppress a moan. I don't want him to know how very bad I want this.

  First, he licks a couple fingers and traces the line of my pussy with them. The motion makes me fucking soaking wet. I could come right now but I wait.

  But he doesn’t make me wait long. He must want it as badly as I do. Soon his huge cock is pushing deep into me from behind.

  "God, Leo. Fuck."

  He doesn't say anything but just keeps on fucking my hole. It's so hot being out here on the terrace, partially but not all the way hidden from potential onlookers.

  Something about that ups the ante and increases the rush between my thighs. I’m gushing everywhere and the sound of the wet slaps as he fucks me hard make me wild.

  I grind back on his hips so that my G-spot is more easily stimulated. He's thrusting hard and I know I have only minutes to keep up. I finger my clit and he moans into me.

  “That’s right, baby. Touch your pussy.”

  He's holding my tits, gripping them tight, using them to pull me closer to him, deeper wit
h every thrust.

  I feel my pulse quicken and he knows I'm gonna come. We know how to read each other’s lust like a first language now.

  I finger myself round and round my clit until a fuse lights, burning me up from within. And then as he fucks me so much harder, I feel the little waves turn into something tidal.

  I’m about to come, and it's going to be one of those moments where I know I'll lose all control. I think I could even pass out right in the middle of sex.

  I try to surf along the edges of the momentum, drawing out my pleasure, but the force of his cock is just too great. My walls clamp down on his cock for support and I shatter into a million pieces. Fireworks explode in a rainbow of colors behind my eyelids.

  I know he's coming too because I hear him gasp and groan and he pulls my hips back to meet his own. He pumps his hot cum into me and both our bodies still.

  I know it's ended, he's fucked me and it's over, but my body instantly misses him when he pulls out.

  Leo's zipping up his pants and fixing his suit.

  Another part of me, though, is relieved that he's going to work and that I'll have a break from fucking to compose myself and get a fucking grip. I’m running the real risk of getting in too deep with him.

  Suddenly the idea of lounging the sun and getting a massage seems like truly the perfect tonic to rejuvenate myself. To just relax for a while.

  Leo Asher is a man with more stamina than I’ve ever seen. But by the thunderous quality of that last orgasm, I'm starting to doubt whether I can keep up. I guess a girl could have bigger problems. I make another mimosa and watch him walk away.

  Leo

  The stylist arrives right on time. She brings in a rack of clothes for Sienna to choose from. The makeup and hair people come soon after. Sienna and I have come up with a plan to remedy the situation and she'll need to look perfect.

  Maybe it's an excuse to spoil her a little. She's been through so much and she's been quite a trooper having her life turned upside down and dealing with her brother. I want to take the heaviness away from her and put it on my own shoulders for just a while. I can bear the brunt of gossip and bad news, she, however, doesn’t deserve it.

  She comes out of the shower, hair wet and wearing my robe.