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A Perfect Business Arrangement

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by Gemma Arlington


  “That’s it. I’ve had enough,” I yelled, grabbing a hold of her arm and hauling her up the flight of stairs and into her bedroom, slamming the door behind us and pushing her up against the wall. She wasn’t going anywhere. She was trapped between the hard door and my body.

  “Now, you’re going to listen and listen well. I am going to peel you out of this little

  dress and that very sexy, fancy lingerie you love to wear. Then I’m going to turn you around to face the door and fuck you up against it. Understood?” I ordered.

  Chapter Twelve

  Blake

  Being sexually frustrated sucked. What Asher had just told me was now blowing my mind... and making my body scream out for his touch.

  “Do you understand, Blake?” he asked again.

  I swallowed hard and nodded my head. I understood everything he wanted. The bastard was so wound up that if giving him sex was going to stop him from barking at me every waking minute of the fucking day, then so be it.

  He turned me around to face the door and leaned in, his breath all too clear on my neck. “Are you ready to be fucked?” he whispered, unzipping my dress. He lightly nibbled on my earlobe before slipping the sleeves down my arms, the dress pooling at my feet.

  I was wearing lace and I even managed to wear the garter and thigh-high stockings I usually always wore when I was at work. I found them

  quite sexy and in my peripheral vision I could

  tell Asher liked them too.

  “Damn woman, do you want me to punish you even more. I’m angry at you for driving me insane, but these very sexy little suspenders holding up your thigh-high stocking are making me want to spank that fine ass of yours,” he commented.

  “Idle threats, Asher,” I replied.

  “No idle threats here, love. Believe me, by the time I’m done with you, your ass is going to be sore, as well as every other part of your body,” he said, leaning even closer into me, my breasts and stomach now flat and cold against the timber of the door. The warmth of his breath swept past my ear. “I’m going to make sure that once we’re over, after two years of marriage, my sweetheart, you never forget what it feels like to be fucked by me. I know you’re going to enjoy this, Blakey boo,” he whispered.

  I rolled my eyes and half-giggled to myself. This guy had no idea, after two years of marriage to me he was going to wish he had never asked me to become his wife. Payback was a bitch and she was coming for his ass, after he came for mine.

  He continued to run his hands down my body, over my hips, and downwards over my thighs, flicking my suspenders across my flesh, making my body light-up once again. The man was wicked and he knew it. Before I could even

  think of counteracting any of his moves, the little fucker had my stockings removed, my garter belt and suspenders down around my ankles, and he was now removing my very expensive lace underwear from my butt.

  I didn’t see it coming. “Ouch!” I cried, trying to turn around to slap him across the face, but it was no use. The look on his face was threatening me with retribution if I even tried. I was going to make sure he paid for the mark I knew was going to be left on my behind.

  “You hit me sweetheart and I’ll bite your butt again,” he warned.

  “Asher, you bit my butt cheek,” I shrieked, the stinging aftershocks of his little love bite was killing me.

  “Come; you love it.”

  “Fuck off,” I said, Asher once again slapping me across my butt for my comment. My ass was going to be so sore after tonight. I couldn’t complain: I was extremely turned on. I could feel my body getting to that high it loved from this type of onslaught during sex.

  “You can take it, you naughty girl,” he spoke, spanking me right across my right butt cheek yet again. I bit down on my bottom lip, the sting from the slap was startling at first, and then a sweet electric current started to sooth me. My ass was copping a beating and he was correct when he said that it would be stinging tomorrow.

  I could almost guarantee it would be bruised. Asher, the little fiend. Curse him for the way he was making my body light-up with desire.

  “You wait Asher, payback is a bitch,” I gasped as he stood up from his crouched position. I was practically naked, with my body trapped and flushed against Asher’s very prominent erection, which was pushing into my plump behind.

  “Would you just hurry up and fuck me so I can get back to unpacking my gear and driving you insane?” I joked.

  “Oh baby girl… I’m going to fuck you, but I’m going to take my sweet time doing it. And as for driving me insane, I think I’ll drive you insane for a few hours. Payback is a bitch sweetheart, prepare to reap it tenfold,” he whispered, slamming his cock into my throbbing pussy and making me cry out.

  Fucking hell, I’d missed this. This man was going to bring my body to sweet, sweet ecstasy and there was no way in hell I wasn’t going to enjoy the ride.

  Asher

  Fucking magic pussy. Damn the girl was going to make me senseless. Two years married to her was going to test my patience, my mental status, and my stamina. She was insatiable.

  “Do you realize you just broke the rules in our contract,” Blake declared as she rolled off my body onto the big bed beside me. After we had a little fun I had finally moved us to the bed, inside her private room. I knew she didn’t want to share a bed with me permanently, but I did intend to fuck her as often as I could.

  “Rules are meant to be broken,” I remarked. “Besides, I didn’t hear you object.”

  “Yes, but did you ever think about the whole unprotected sex thing… pregnancy… a baby. I could be up the duff right now you stupid prick, and it was all because you couldn’t wait one more day. Your dick wanted me and it didn’t care if I was the one to suffer, and boy did I suffer. My ass is burning,” she commented.

  “Don’t shit me; I know you’re on the pill. Besides, if you aren’t, we will deal with it… and

  as for being pregnant, I highly doubt it,” I replied, a little venom in every word. How dare

  she introduce a baby into this unprotected sex conversation, fuck me.

  “You highly doubt it… oh my, you’re a piece of work,” she yelled, slipping from the bed and sliding her underwear back on. “Get the fuck out of my room, and as for us sleeping together again…. consider this little sexual escapade a one-time deal, never to be repeated again,” she continued. Seems I’d hit a nerve and she was now pissed. I’d give it week before she came crawling back for sex. No one could hold out for that long.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Blake

  It had been a week and I still hadn’t been tempted to climb back into bed with the big, bad Asher. I was a stubborn bitch. I hadn’t even once looked at him since the words I had exchanged with him last week. I knew I had fucked up but he broke certain rules in the contract. I just failed to tell him to stop, but the sneaky fucker didn’t convey that he wasn’t wearing a condom. And that was the sole reason I was so pissed. Yes, I was on the pill, but he could have simply asked before ramming his manhood into my crotch.

  I was waiting for it, waiting for him to barge into my room and shout at me. Just as the thought left my mind, in came Asher looking like he had business to discuss.

  “Good evening Blake,” he spoke, seeming somewhat calmer than I expected.

  “I don’t want sex from you ever again,” I yelled, not even bothering to look at him.

  “Why is that? Did you like it so much that you’re afraid of what that might mean?” he

  barked back.

  Ok, so his somewhat calmer attitude was just a front.

  “Grow up, Asher. I’m not having sex with you ever again. You fail to realize that children are a serious subject, not something for us to toy around with,” I shouted.

  “So you’re punishing me, and yourself, for a stupid remark I made as a joke?” he enquired.

  “No, I’m punishing you. I have two hands, several fingers, and a lot of Battery operated toys to tide me over for two years
. Not sure how you will go since you’re not even allowed to touch another woman,” I smiled.

  “What are you talking about?” he enquired, shock on his face.

  “Oh, I had my lawyers write into your sex clause a few minor stipulations,” I replied.

  “Like what?”

  “Go and read appendix three darling, I bet you will understand what I’m talking about.”

  “Quit playing games Blake, tell me what you had written into the contract behind my back,” he howled.

  “Let’s just say, it’s just you and your hand tonight... and every night for the next two years,” I chuckled.

  “You fucking bitch.”

  “Sticks and stones, baby, sticks and stones,” I smiled.

  “Blake, I’m really close to throwing you over my knee and spanking your ass red raw,” he threatened.

  I rolled my eyes, Asher seriously had no clue. It appeared as though the intended to continue to break the rules of the contract. Seriously, men had no clue. This… us sleeping together would come back to bite him in the butt if he continued to be so careless.

  “Asher, I thought you would have learnt by now, I don’t give a fuck what you do to me sexually. I like kink; in fact, the more fucked up the better it is for me. I said I had wild needs — wickedly dirty needs — and if you can’t fuck me the way I need it, then I’ll happily find someone who can, because baby, this little lady ain’t going without for two years,” I declared, feeling really good about the awful look in his eyes.

  He wanted to murder me and all hail to him if he ever could. I liked things rough and the sorer I felt after a good fucking, the better. So far the sex against the door was hot, it got me off, but it wasn’t my be all and end all. He would have to up the ante… it’s a pity he wouldn’t get to try since I wasn’t sleeping with him ever again.

  “Why did you never fucking stipulate this in the contract?” he groaned. “It looks like we

  have to go back in and revise the sexual agreement otherwise this is never going to work,” he added.

  “Consider it already revised,” I yelled out as I walked into my bathroom , slamming the door behind me.

  Fuck him and his manhood. The guy was thinking with his penis instead of his brain.

  Asher

  There was no way I was putting up with this shit. I wasn’t going to let her rule my life, and there was definitely no other way but to put my foot down. I hadn’t realized until now just how into kink she was. Waking to hear her watching what I gathered was some pretty hardcore porn was an eye-opener. I knew she had a bedside table full of sex toys, but I never suspected she would need to use them since she had me. I wasn’t opposed to the idea. I liked dominating and being in control, but at this very moment the bitch was testing my patience. She was throwing her weight around and making it appear like she was the one holding the king’s crown and sitting on the throne.

  I took a deep breath and barged through her door into the bathroom where she was just stripping down to go for a shower. The room was full of steam and the air had a sweet smell to it.

  “What the fuck do you want, Asher?” she questioned as she looked up at me, those big beautiful eyes of hers so sweet and tender that I knew a nice, good, clean-cut daughter of a

  politician was hiding in there somewhere. Where she was now I had no clue, but I needed

  her to resurface and play, not this bitchy, out-for-revenge woman who had walls around her heart. Walls that I had put there after breaking her heart when we were all of seventeen.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Blake

  Fucking hell, the man and his penis were just too good to describe. The way he knew how to position himself and pound and pound away...

  The tiles behind my back were very cold but I could deal if he just continued to… “Holy shit,” I panted.

  “That’s it, take the cock,” he smirked.

  “Asher,” I whispered. Damn I loved his dirty, dirty mouth and his cock.

  “You love that dirty talk; your pussy clenches and holds on tight at the very thought of the word ‘cock,’” he uttered.

  He pulled out, slapped me across my bare ass and flipping me, I wasn’t sure why he had this obsession with fucking me from behind but I couldn’t complain. The depth he could reach while riding me from behind was too good for me to be pissed off at him.

  However now he was facing me, a smirk on his lips, and he didn’t hesitate to knock me off

  guard as he pushed into my core once again. My body clenching to him, I rode his cock like it was the last dick on earth. “Fuck Blake, I swear by the end of two years of marriage my appendage here will fucking fall off,” he stated, making me laugh just as he pumped into me yet again. This time he hit my g-spot, making me shudder.

  “Asher,” I moaned, the pressure building. It wouldn’t be long until my orgasm would rip through me and I would be at the mercy of this man yet again. So much for never having sex with him again. Our fights, however, led to us fucking like animals. Asher wasn’t giving me the sex I craved nor loved, but the fucker was certainly making my body feel alive, and I was very much turned on.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled throwing my face into the crutch of his neck and muffling my screams as the cloud came down around me and I rode the wave into euphoria.

  Asher was a sex god, and I was the soon-to-be wife that the lucky fucker could continue to screw whenever he felt the urge to. At this exact moment I didn’t give two shits about anything other than his cock and my lady bits.

  ***

  “What are you giggling at?” he asked.

  “Fuck me,” I purred, still in my euphoric heaven.

  “I just did,” Asher replied cocky grin on

  his lips. “I hate that we fight,” he added, changing the subject from sex to something more serious.

  “I know, but us fighting leads to incredible sex,” I answered, bring it back to topic.

  The shower and all the steam in the bathroom made for an interesting scene. Asher and I sat naked with our knees up at our chest against the tiled wall of the shower. The worst part about this was that I actually liked chats with him, but I knew it would be short-lived since we both drove each other mental. I seriously had no clue how working with him — or for him, I should say — was ever going to pan out, since I was so strong-minded.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The Wedding

  Blake

  We had finally done it, ten years later. After a lot of heartache and the promise of a wedding when I was seventeen, we had taken the plunge, and boy was it a fucking affair to remember.

  Our parents were driving us mad, but at this moment at least they were putting on a smile for the photographer who was busy snapping away. I splurged a little on a photo booth and a few other things I wanted for the special day, considering I practically had no say on what went on in this affair.

  I didn’t have time to think about anything other than Asher today and how much I wanted the man to fuck me right now. I wanted to escape the small hell that was my mother. Yes I was enjoying the wedding, but the woman was insufferable.

  I jumped at the sudden shock of hands

  wrapping around my waist and drawing me toward a very well-built, Hugo-Boss clad man, who smelled incredible, and I bet he tasted just as divine.

  “I know we have three hundred or so guests that I barely know, but I need you. This wedding is driving me a little nutty and the thought of my cock buried deep inside your pussy is too good to not try out,” he whispered in my ear, making my whole body shudder with his words. “Do I own your pussy, Blake? Do I own the right to pound your sweet little lady bits, and make you come over and over again?” he continued.

  I sighed and wriggled a little on the erection I could feel pushing into my lower back.

  “Do I, Blake? I bet if I touched you right now I would feel your arousal,” he whispered. “Tell me you want me, tell me you’re wet.”

  “Asher,” I moaned, leaning into him. “Tell me you
will fuck me in the coat closet and I’m all yours,” I managed to reply. My brain was a little scrambled and my body, well, it wanted Asher. It wanted his cock to be buried deep inside my pussy.

  He took my hand and led me the opposite side of the ballroom. A few people looked our way, but Asher just nodded and continued to escort me. He pushed open a door and pulled me through before making a beeline for the cloak closet.

  No sooner were we inside the confines of a private room than he made his full intentions known. His lips were smashing into mine, my mouth jumping for joy at the intrusion. Our tongues were fighting for the upper hand. We were both so dominant, yet during sex, I liked to be dominated, but everything with Asher was different. He pushed my buttons, ruffled my feathers, and just down right drove me insane. I loved every minute of it because I did the same to him; we fought, we clashed, and boy did we fuck. Sex was the best part of this perfect business contract.

  As he continued to kiss me, he placed me down on a random chaise lounge we had found hidden amongst the coats of our guests. City hall had plenty of secret hidden gems for us to christen, the coat room just happened to be the first.

  He was crazed as he pushed back the layers of my dress, trying to get to me. I wasn’t sure how this was going to work, but I bet he would find a way.

  I giggled. “What are you laughing at, my dear wife?” he asked

  “Just that this dress reminds me of a puffy marshmallow, and you’re about to pound into that marshmallow,” I continued to giggle.

  “You’re sick, but you’re my wife now. I

  don’t care what you look like, it’s only your pussy I want at this very minute and… oh, have

  I found my wife’s glorious box,” he stated with admiration as he gazed at my white, lace-clad lady bits. “Would my wifey like me to lick that sweet bud… would she like for me to play, run my hands all over her body, and play with her nipples?”

 

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