by Sam Crescent
Turning her, he slammed his mouth over hers. His tongue thrust inside her.
Lily, stunned by the action, didn’t respond at first.
“Touch me, Lily. Kiss me.” This was the first time she’d heard him command, and she placed her hands on him. “No, touch me here.” He took her hand and pressed it over his stiff shaft.
“You’re really hard. Does it hurt?”
Wayne chuckled. “Yes, but in a good way.”
“I can’t do this. I’m not ready.”
Sighing, Wayne took a step back. “Go and jump in the pool. I’ll be there soon.”
Pleased to be out of the way, Lily walked slowly to the door and left for the pool. The setting sun was a beauty to behold. The pool was in a sunroom, providing plenty of protection from the cold air outside.
****
Wayne watched her go, and it seemed he spent most of his time watching her leave. He moved through to the en-suite bathroom and started the shower. He peeled off his clothing and climbed in.
Glancing down, he moaned at the red swollen cock sticking straight out, begging for attention.
He wouldn’t be able to go out with the thick erection. Wayne wanted Lily to become accustomed to his presence, not terrified this early on. He reached for the soap and lathered his cock, the bubbles helping him thrust through his fist.
Resting his forehead on his arm on the shower stall, he closed his eyes and imagined Lily coming into the bathroom to meet him. She wore a cute little towel that dropped to the floor when she saw him fucking his own hand. He groaned, wondering what it would feel like to have her naked little fist wrapped around his dick instead of his own hand. The cold water hit his back, but he couldn’t feel it. With his eyes closed, he could almost imagine her stood there.
Wayne thought about her lush mouth. The plump lips spread around his aching dick, sucking him into the back of her throat. There was so much to teach her. His cry echoed off the walls of the bathroom as he envisioned her on her knees in front of him, deep throating his shaft. His thick sperm landed on the tile, and he shook all over from the power of his climax. Wayne prayed he wouldn’t be forced to resort to a cold shower and the love of his fist all that often.
He cleaned up his mess and went to get his own swimming trunks. He would join her in the pool and talk. Wayne didn’t want a sex object. He wanted a wife, and so far, every touch had resorted in a sexual display of his dominance. All he sought to do was be with her and show her he wasn’t all that bad company.
Minutes later, he found her floating in the pool. Wayne stopped and stared. Her eyes were closed, and he couldn’t determine if she had a smile on her face or looked sad.
Slowly, so as not to disturb her, he moved to the farthest end of the pool and waited.
Chapter Seven
Lily knew he was there but didn’t know how best to approach him. It was as if he knew every part of her already. Whereas, she knew next to nothing about him.
He was cruel and named the “Beast”, and from what she’d read, for good reason. A truly callous man, who treated women like casual flings rather than show them respect.
Was that the type of man she wanted to give her virginity to? To spend the rest of her life being dictated to?
She kept her eyes closed and soaked up the sun. Autumn and winter were fast approaching, and she looked forward to the chance to decorate and immerse herself in the seasonal spirit.
Excitement built inside her thinking of picking out a tree and then searching for the right turkey. Her family wouldn’t be with them for Christmas. They all despised the festive season, preferring the New Year celebrations of drink and partying.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, and Lily knew she couldn’t put it off anymore. She turned in the water and walked to where he stood.
“I was thinking about Christmas.”
“A little premature, don’t you think?”
“I figured as a business man you’d be all over it.”
Lily saw him shrug, and she giggled.
“I’ve got employees to worry about that.”
Yes, she imagined he had an employee to worry about every little detail of his life.
“What’s going to happen about the wedding?” Lily didn’t really care about the wedding. Her ideal marriage would have been to a man she could imagine devoting to, not this man who got off on hurting people, throwing out ultimatums as if he ruled the world.
“Misha is coming tomorrow to talk about it. You and she can organise—”
“I don’t want any part in it. Just get her to organize it.” Lily knew how harsh she sounded but any protective layer she had left needed to be used to her advantage.
“This is your wedding, and you need to have a say, Lily.” He sounded so cross.
Closing her eyes, she moved away and swam. It had been so long since her last bout of freedom in water, and she relished the waves as her arms glided through the water. Her mind was at peace being on her own, no thought of punishment.
Thinking about her wedding, there remained one aspect she wanted to keep to herself—picking out the perfect wedding dress.
“I’ll help with the arrangements of the wedding,” she said.
Wayne nodded, and for some reason, Lily knew he was glad of her decision.
Maybe she’d be able to come to terms about her predicament.
****
A few hours later, after taking a leisurely meal where they discussed more important topics, Lily couldn’t believe how much they had in common. Their political views were the same and they both voted for the same party. They liked similar movies, books, and music.
“You seem surprised?” Wayne chuckled as he drank down another glass of wine. Lily hated the vinegary taste and stuck with juice.
“You like that famous vampire trilogy? Most guys hate the stuff that makes a girl go mushy.” Their conversation turned from books to film.
“What can I say, I must be in touch with my feminine side.”
Lily laughed. “I don’t think anyone would mistake you for being feminine at all.”
She picked up a strawberry and bit into the delicious sweet fruit. “I use to grow these in my garden.”
“Why did you grow and do all that stuff?”
Lily raised an eyebrow at his ridiculous question. “Wayne, you knew my family’s state of affairs. We were broke and anything to keep costs down was paramount in our life.”
“If that is so, why were the rest of them still going to restaurants and ordering fine wine?” That was a revelation to her. She prided herself on keeping the shopping bills down, and they still went out and spent what little remained of the money. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Lily shook her head. “No, it’s true what they were like. It just shocks me to see how brutal they use to be.”
Wayne closed the distance between them, taking the stem out of her hand, and cupped her chin. “You won’t have to worry about them anymore.”
“You’re going to be my white knight?”
“I’ll be anything you need.”
The intimate atmosphere could be cut with a knife. Lily smiled and instinctively kissed his palm. “I need to sleep.”
They’d both showered earlier, and Lily wanted to do nothing more than collapse in the large bed.
“Go and sleep.” Lily didn’t need to be told twice. She picked up her water and left him.
In no time at all, she lay on the large bed surrounded by silk sheets. She wore an old shirt she’d found in his wardrobe.
What seemed like a lifetime, she heard him enter, gather his clothing, and leave again. Lily relaxed and sighed, until seconds later, he walked back in and moved straight for the opposite side of the bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked, sitting up.
“I need to sleep as well.” Her eyes widened as he opened his dressing gown. Lily slapped a hand over her eyes she tried to cover him from sight.
“You’re naked.”
“Lily, drop your hand.”
She shook her head. Behind her hand, her eyes were closed, and they’d remain closed until he either left the room or covered up.
“Why are you hiding?”
“Would you please put some clothes on?” she asked. Her body flushed.
“No.”
“Please.” Lily heard some shuffling, and then his hand was removed her own from her face. Refusing to give in, she kept her eyes closed she turned away, scrambling on the sheets, and trying to move away.
He caught her leg and pulled her back to the edge of the bed. Lily fell, and he grabbed her bringing her against his body. She gasped, shocked, and opened her eyes looking down his body. Wayne stood in front of her naked.
“You’ve never seen a naked man before?”
Lily didn’t bother to answer. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. Swallowed past the lump in her mouth, she continued to plead with him some more.
“No.” Wayne was firm.
“A gentleman would.”
“I never said I was a gentleman.”
His fingers slid to the hem of her shirt. “You can see me, and now I want to see you.” In one movement, the shirt was up and over her head leaving her exposed to his eyes. She covered her breasts, and he pulled the hands down at her side.
“You’re beautiful, Lily. Never let anyone tell you differently.”
Instead of touching or doing anything, he took her hand and brought her to the bed. Turning out the light, he pulled the silk sheets around them. His arm curved round her waist, spooning.
“See, no problem at all,” he said.
Lily slowly relaxed against his hold and fell asleep. His throbbing erection pressed between the cheeks of her ass.
Strange, she was comfortable sleeping with a man she barely knew, naked in the same bed, but she wasn’t in a house surrounded by her family.
Chapter Eight
The following weeks went by pretty much uneventful. Wayne and Lily searched for a house together. All of the styles Wayne picked, Lily hated. While he continued with his never-ending workload, Lily went shopping and tried on wedding dress after wedding dress.
She thought plenty of other brides had a long array of bridesmaids. Stephanie refused when she asked to be her bridesmaid, and so Lily would attend her wedding with the planner as her maid of honour.
In the meantime, they filled their time like any other couple, eating meals in and out. The celebrity world adored Wayne Brown, and Lily had been subjected to an ambush of paparazzi wherever she went.
Her attire always seemed to make some gossip cover somewhere, and questions of Wayne's past conquests was getting tiring. The amount of time she’d heard how she wasn’t good enough started to take its toll.
Wayne always insisted they sleep together, and for the most part, he demanded they were both naked.
Her pussy would flood with warmth, and her cheeks would heat with shame. No woman should respond in such a way to man she barely knew.
After a hiatus of civility, Wayne and Lily came to blows over the arrangements of the prenuptial agreement.
Both stood in Richard’s office, the document heavy to lift.
“What do you want me to do with it?” she asked. Lily didn’t care one iota about the money. As far as she was concerned, when they divorced she wouldn’t want a single penny from him or his family.
“You need to read through carefully. If you’re not happy with it then let me know so we can organize and change bits.”
“I need a lawyer for that?”
“It’s all necessary.”
“But not completely.” Lily turned to Wayne as he said something.
“Why do you want me to sign this?”
Her heart ached. One week left until the wedding. No run through. There'd be a quick church wedding—her dress had been picked, and the flowers sorted.
The ring on her finger was heavy. It hurt to lift the damn engagement ring.
“Can we just get it over and done with?” she asked. Lily rubbed her aching temples.
Richard glanced at Wayne. “What am I missing here?”
“You can sign the document. Just put your trust in me, Lily,” Wayne said.
She nibbled her lip and picked up the heavy bundle. Words she never even heard of threw-up all over the page. She couldn’t afford a lawyer and didn’t want to spend the excess time in another office, waiting for some outcome or another.
Lily took a chance on his good graces. He wanted her to be his wife after all. How bad could it be?
She signed her name along the dotted line, not having the first clue to what she just gave of herself.
Chapter Nine
One week later...
Wayne Brown and Lily Jones’s wedding day.
The wedding went off without a hitch—the flowers, the photographer, and cake. Everything was beautiful and sparkling. Wayne stood with one of his friends. He twirled the gold band on his finger, loving the weight and feel of the simple cut piece. A symbol binding him to Lily. Taking another leisurely sip of champagne, his gaze drifted through the crowd searching for her.
Wayne watched her talk with his friends and family, her natural caring nature coming forward and embracing them all.
“I have to say, my friend. You’ve got a great woman. A little full for my tastes but great nonetheless.” Wayne glanced at his lifelong friend and smiled. Tony wasn’t known for having any taste in women. If they could spread their legs and get wet, he’d screw them.
“She really is.”
“What I don’t get is how you managed to get a woman who is still kind and not been jaded by the world. Does she even know your reputation, Beast?”
Wayne knew what he was getting at, and he wouldn’t admit he’d used unscrupulous means of which to claim her. Not on their wedding day.
“Her family looks like fucking shrews.” Tony joked, and he couldn’t help but smile at the death stares they sent out into the crowd.
“The daughter is after some rich meat, so be careful,” Wayne warned. Stephanie took great care to try to get him alone. He hated the evil looking bitch and took great care to avoid her.
“Please. It looks to me like you picked the best of that fucking bunch.”
The two men stopped talking when Lily came over to them. Wayne hadn’t introduced his best man, worried in case he’d say something to scare her off and back out of their contract. Richard, he knew, would keep his opinion to himself even if he did disapprove of what Wayne was up to.
After Lily signed the pre-nup, Richard wanted nothing to do with him, even avoiding his phone calls. He didn’t believe in the tactics Wayne was using.
Thankfully, for his wedding, all the animosity and the trouble had been put to one side. Richard stood with some business associates.
“Tony Welland, I’d like you to meet my wife, Lily Brown.” Tony made a great display of taking her hand and kissed her knuckle.
“A rare beauty indeed. How did the Beast manage to get you?”
Wayne tensed, knowing Lily would be uncomfortable by his friend’s attention.
“Thank you for your kindness, but I think Wayne gets whatever he wants when he wants.” Lily smiled back but blushed, giving away her unease.
“That’s true, but be sure, my beauty, whenever he gets out of hand give me a call, and I’ll sort him out.”
“Before you start in on my wife, I’m going to take her and dance. Come on, baby.” Wayne took her shaking hand and escorted her to the still empty dance floor. The music changed the moment they emerged, and the upbeat pop song turned into a slow love tune fit for such an occasion.
Wayne placed a hand on her hip and brought her close against his body. He tried to get her to rest her head on his shoulder, but she wouldn’t budge. Hiding his disappointment, he spun them so they wouldn’t see her face.
“You look beautiful today.” The simple yet elegant dress did her colouring and figure justice. Her mound of dark brown hair was wrapped in
a bun, with strands of curls falling around her face.
Make-up was minimal to highlight her beauty rather than obscure it. The small amount of cleavage he saw tempted him.
“Thank you. You look handsome.” Wayne noticed she kept turning away from him, glancing out at the crowd.
“Tell me what’s on your mind.”
He spun her farther away, allowing them some amount of privacy even if they were the centre of attention on this big day.
“I’m just taking the time to process. I’m married, and it's a bit surreal to me. I never imagined—”
She stopped abruptly, biting on her lip. “You never imagined—what? Come on talk to me. I’m your husband now. You can’t keep secrets,” he teased.
Lily burst out laughing and relaxed in his arms.
“I never thought my marriage would be like this. I mean, it’s pitiful. I’ve got no one.” His heart broke for her. When they’d arranged the guest list, the only people she could invite were her family.
“Hey, look at me.” He tilted her head back so she stared back at him. “You’ve got me now.”
Lily smiled and placed her head on his shoulder. They danced for the remainder of the night. Neither caring what other people thought.
Chapter Ten
Lily stood in the middle of her room, rubbing her hands together. She still wore her wedding dress, the reception not giving her any time to change. They weren’t having a honeymoon, so it didn’t seem right to leave the show only to come back again and dance. Wayne shut and locked the door behind her, and she was grateful to him for shutting the world away.
They may have been living together for a month and shared a bed, but they’d never shared the full intimacy expected of a man and wife.
“Are you nervous?” he asked, coming to stand in front of her. He removed his tie in the process.
“A little.”