by Ember Flint
Everything is outlined as Cash said it will be and there’s not much I wish to add to it.
Jamison says they will soon schedule a physical for me as well and I feel myself blush beetroot to the tips of my ears, but I nod nonetheless, all the time feeling Cash’s intense gaze on me.
We sign the preliminary copy and the lawyer informs us that he will work on the final draft and have it ready in twenty-four hours.
He stands up and readies himself to leave. “If you think of any amendments, let me know and I will include them. Good night.”
Cash stops him in his track with a hand on his shoulder. “Jamie, I want you to ready any necessary documents for the wedding as soon as possible. We want to marry a week from today,” he says to the other man.
“We do?” I ask as soon as we are alone again.
Cash pulls me toward him and holds me close. “We do, baby.”
He beams at me. “You are mine now, my fiancée and my future bride. I’ll really make you happy, you’ll see.”
I smile up at him. “I’ll do the same,” I say.
Cash nods. “You already started,” he whispers.
He cocks his head to the side and starts to look at me very intently.
“I didn’t realize you were this pale with the lights dimmed. You look very tired, sweetheart.”
I yawn on cue. “I am. I didn’t sleep a wink last night.”
He picks me up, holding me against his chest as if I weight nothing —which is not the case, I’m rather chubby and I like cookies and ice-cream way too much— and he brings me back to the sofa.
Then he starts to kiss me again, his mouth hungrily sucking on mine, until a needy moan leaves my lips.
I feel him press to me, his hard body demanding against mine and what I’m pretty sure is a very large erection poking my hip as his hands travel up and down my curves with a possessive touch that robs me of my breath.
Cash breaks the kiss.
“Can you feel how hard I am for you? I’ve been like this all day, Aria,” he breathes heavily, murmuring against my ear.
I gasp at his words, blushing even deeper.
“Spread your thighs for me, baby. I need to see if this turns you on as much as it does me.”
I look up at him and do as he says, tentatively opening my legs and making my sundress ride up a little.
Cash holds me to him and I feel one of his hands leave my hips and move lower and lower and then between my thighs.
I clamp them together, blocking its path, but he gently coaxes them open again.
“It’s okay, baby. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do tonight; I just really need to check one thing.”
I bury my face in his shoulder as I feel his fingers climb up my inner thighs and then brush against the soaked material of my panties.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, pressing his lips against my neck and his index on the wet spot.
I jump at the light touch and start to tremble in both anxiety and excitement when I realize he just found out what he does to me.
“I can’t believe I got you so wet for me with just a kiss.”
I pull back slightly to look at him, fighting my shyness as much as I can and I capture his lips in another deep kiss.
He hauls me on top of him, bunching my dress all the way up and around my waist, his hands kneading my backside and pressing me down onto the hard ridge of his cock.
I feel it jolt against me and I moan in surprise. I didn’t know it would be like this.
Cash moves me up and down, rubbing my panty-covered core against his cock and I moan, feeling my clit pulse wildly and my walls clench on themselves.
“Move against me, baby. I want you to feel good,” he grunts before his lips take mine in another hard kiss. His tongue pushing into my mouth, demanding entry.
I open for him, giving him what he wants, keeping my body flush against his much larger one.
He continues to stroke me with his trapped erection until I explode, orgasming so hard I almost faint from the intensity of the sensation.
I feel Cash’s arms surround me and bring me even more down on him and I snuggle against him, my hands reaching behind him and to his back to hold him to me even closer.
We stay like that until a decided grumble from my stomach makes him push me back a little.
“You’re hungry.”
It’s not a question, it’s a statement that he makes and it’s true: I’m totally starving, so I nod.
“When did you last eat?” Cash asks.
I sigh. “This morning I had a pack of crackers,” I say, looking away, embarrassed.
I feel his hands on my arms. “And before that?”
I shrug.
“For fuck’s sake, Aria. Why didn’t you tell me?”
I look away again.
He hisses a breath and makes me look at him.
“Why didn’t you order something while you waited for me here?
“I didn’t think—”
“Never mind,” Cash interrupts me, sounding angry.
He puts me down on the sofa, stands up and walks toward the suite’s intercom.
“What do you want?”
I whip my head back up and look at him. “Hmm?”
“Room service, baby. What do you want to eat?”
“I don’t really know, Cash. Anything would do, I guess.”
He nods and picks up the phone. “I want everything you have on the menu, ASAP,” he orders to the poor soul that answered his call.
“Cash, really, it’s not necessary,” I start to say.
He gives me a quelling look and goes back to his order. “And send up something to start with within the next five minutes,” he barks and hangs up.
Chapter 7
CASH
I make sure she eats her fill and then some, my dick rock-hard and almost punching through my slacks, my balls drawing up tight every time she moans around a morsel.
Aria is my kind of girl it seems: she loves food, especially the sweet stuff and I will be more than happy to watch her enjoy it, if I had already had my cock in her hot little pussy a couple of times, but since that has not yet been the case, this is pure torture.
She scoops up another bite of blueberry pancake with her fork and the way her pouty, bee-stung lips cling to it almost makes me whimper, give up on my resolution to wait, yank her sundress up, pull her panties to the side and drive every inch of my swollen hardness inside of her.
God, she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen: the rosy face of an angel, the mouth of an imp, blond cascades of curls I long to wrap around my fingers, intelligent, sparkling dark eyes and a body so sinfully tempting and curvaceous that makes me want to spend an eternity in the embrace of her soft thighs.
“Are you done, baby?” I ask, my voice gravelly.
She delicately dabs at the corner of her pink mouth, making me wish to stain those lips with an entirely different kind of cream, and nods at me.
“Yes, everything was delicious, Cash. You really should have tasted something.”
I smile at her naivety.
“What I want to taste was not on the menu,” I state, my voice low and husky as I pointedly look at her, until understanding dawns on her and I see exactly the blush I was trying to replicate spread on her lovely cheeks and along her throat and chest.
I stand up and offer her my hand. “Come on, Aria. We have to go.”
She grasps it and follows me through the suite, barely keeping up with my much longer legs.
“Cash, wait! Where are we going?”
I stop to look at her and kiss her softly when I see large, confused eyes studying me.
“Home. I’m going to show you what being mine means, baby, but when I do, we’ll be in my bed, not in a hotel, even if I own the fucking place, ‘cause it wouldn’t be the same here. I want you in my bed tonight and every other night after that.”
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As soon as we are safely ensconced inside and the door of the limo closes, I bark an order to my driver to take us to my flat, punch the privacy panel up and pull Aria on my lap, seeking her mouth with mine, my tongue exploring every corner of it, making her moan, her hands clutching at the lapels of my jacket.
Fuck, we are wearing entirely too many clothes.
“God, you’re so beautiful, baby,” I murmur, kissing up and down the side of her neck. One hand moving between her big, firm breasts, cupping and kneading them in turn, the other caressing her outer thigh.
Aria starts to gasp and breathe harder, her entire little curvy body trembling as I spread her legs on either side of my waist.
She looks away, her long dark-golden eyelashes lowered, an inviting blush over her skin.
She looks so innocent, so pure and so fresh, I can’t wait to peal this dress off of her and take a proper look at the delicious curves she is hiding under it.
I kiss her again, stroking the nape of her neck with my thumb.
“You are mine, Aria. You know what that means?” I ask, pressing her down my hard dick.
I see her gulp and I can tell my words are both arousing her and making her anxious.
“Tell me, Aria?” I insist, nipping at her throat.
“I… I don’t… I don’t know,” she stutters shyly, all the sass slipping away from her.
I smile.
I like that I can discompose her so easily, considering how easily she has been doing the same to me since I met her this morning, but I also want her to enjoy what we share, so I’ll have to work on this.
She feels too vulnerable right now and she doesn’t really trust me, but I’ll fix that.
I want her to be confident whenever she is with me —especially when we are like this.
I kiss her lips softly.
“I’ll tell you what it means, baby. It means that from this day forward every inch of your body is mine. It means I’ll own your pleasure and you’ll own mine and most importantly it means you’ll always have to keep these lovely legs spread for me and for my cock.”
She gasps and looks away.
I gently grasp her chin and make her eyes focus again on mine.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I told you: I’m going to make you happy and that includes sex also, I will make sure you learn to enjoy all the dirty things I want to do to your hot, little body.”
I see something change in her eyes, she pulls my face toward hers again and kisses me more decidedly than I would have thought possible, considering her previous contributions.
I groan into the kiss, my cock starting to throb painfully now.
She breaks the connection and moves her lips to my ear. “I… I’m sure I will,” she blurts out softly.
I grin at her. “Are you now?”
She nods timidly.
I purse my lips. “I know how I know that, baby, but how do you know that?”
Aria kisses my chin. “Because I really liked the things you have done to me till now and… and… the things you say.”
I chuckle, hugging her to me, my hands moving up and down her spine. This girl is definitely something.
“I intimidate you, we both know I do, but you don’t like that do you? You have to have your say? Don’t you, baby?”
Aria smirks at me, fighting a blush. She is embarrassed, but doesn’t want to give up without a fight.
“You are wrong,” she declares.
I raise an eyebrow, spearing her with my eyes. “I don’t intimidate you, Aria?”
She shakes her head. “No… you do, you’re wrong about me not liking it, though.”
That deserves a kiss.
I pull down a little, settling her even more firmly against my body, my cock jerking vigorously, making her gasp in surprise.
And that is more than enough to confirm my suspicions.
For once in my life, I can say I’m truly a lucky bastard as everyone has always insisted I was and I’m also very happy I didn’t act like the brute I so wished to be back at the resort and didn’t rip her panties off to bury my cock all the way inside of her.
“You are a virgin, baby? Aren’t you?”
Her eyes get as big as saucers. “How… how do you— How can you tell?”
I smile at her. “I can see it rather clearly.”
She frowns prettily, making me laugh.
“It’s all in your eyes, sweetheart, and in your blushes, especially when I mention sex, plus you were really embarrassed when my lawyer brought up the physical. Don’t worry about that: I’ll tell him there will be no need for it. And by the way, just now, what you felt jump against your pussy, was my cock getting even harder for you, Aria, nothing to be scared of.”
She looks down at my lap, where my pants are obscenely tented in the space between her spread thighs.
“I… I’ve never—”
I kiss her. “I know, baby.”
She sighs shakily. “When we… when we get to your flat, are you going to— are we going to?”
I kiss her temple, making her lean down on my chest, my fingers playing with her springy curls.
“Not until our wedding night, sweetheart. We have a week to get to know each other before that, in and out of bed. There are plenty of things I can teach you until then, plenty of ways in which you’re going to be mine, but your cherry I will take last and you’ll want me to by then, trust me.”
Aria glares at me. “You are awfully cocky, you know…”
I chuckle at her pout. “I never said I wasn’t. Now I have another question for you and then we can put this subject to rest.”
“When is my turn to ask questions, Cash? Didn’t you say there were not going to be double standards in our relationship?”
I smile at her, kissing her saucy mouth.
“No one said you couldn’t ask, baby. Answer my question first, it’s very pressing…”
She rolls her hips against my cock, making me grunt. “Pressing, uh?”
I chuckle. “What happened to the blushing-maiden thing?”
She giggles. “Still there, but I’m trying to overcome it.”
I kiss her.
“Well not bad for a start, baby. Now… for that question: I need you to tell me exactly what you have done and with whom.”
Aria simply stares at me for a long moment, her lovely mouth hanging slightly open.
“W-why?” she asks finally.
I grasp her shoulders and bring her lips against mine again. “Because I’ll have to ask my lawyer to give them some money and a head start. If they are in the city tomorrow morning, I’ll have to hunt them down.”
“There has been no one,” she murmurs.
This can’t be.
“What do you mean no one?”
Aria takes a huge breath, crossing her arms over her ample chest. “There has been no one, because I have done nothing. That kiss you gave me this morning? It was my first one.”
I feel something big and nameless warm my chest and steal my breath.
I would have wanted her anyway, no matter what she did and with whom, but to know I’m her first everything means something to me, something epic that I cannot understand.
Aria is not only mine to own, she really is mine to protect just like my instincts suggested the first time I saw her.
That thing I told her about how she can leave me after five years, unless we have another child under two?
I put that clause in the prenup already knowing I’m never letting her go, knowing I will keep Aria pregnant as much as I can, but only now I really understand why I did it and why I knew it.
I can’t let her leave.
I’ll make her so damn happy she’ll never want to leave, even if she can never love me.
All playfulness is gone now as I place my palms on her face, cupping it.
“I need you to trust me, Aria. I am going to make you happy in every sense of
the word. You’ll see. You’re safe with me.”
And I really mean it: I’ll keep Aria safe, even from me.
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I open the door of my open-space flat and gesture for Aria to precede me inside.
She looks around with a mixture of shyness and awe on her beautiful face as she rapidly scans her surroundings.
There is no narrowing of her large, doe-like eyes, no evidence of mental-calculation of the benefits of living in accommodations such as these, nothing in short of what I commonly see passing on the faces of people assessing my worth; if nothing else, she actually looks a bit discomfited by the tangible signs of my wealth.
“Is everything alright?” I ask, cupping her chin.
She nods into my grasp, but looks away.
“Too much?” I try again, taking off my suit jacket and throwing it over the back of the huge L-shaped sofa running along the only wall that it’s not entirely glass.
She sighs. “It’s um… very nice, Cash, and you have a real breathtaking view of the city from up here, but yes: it’s a bit much, it will take some getting used to after we marry to see myself here.”
I feel my eyebrows furrow. What does she mean with after we marry?
Does she really think I’ll spend seven lonely nights without her in my bed until then?
“You are staying here starting tonight, Aria,” I state bluntly as I undo the knot of my tie and start to take it off.
She takes a step back to look me in the eye.
“I have nothing with me, Cash… all my stuff is at home and—”
“This is home, Aria,” I interrupt.
I don’t mean to be short with her, but there’s no way she is not sleeping under my roof.
“I didn’t bring you here to give you a tour. You’re staying here, it was in the prenup you signed. No separate sleeping arrangements for the duration of the contract. Besides, the best way for you to get used to live like this is actually well… live like this. The sooner you start spending time here, the faster you’ll adapt.”
I see her frowning and looking even smaller than she is and I curse myself for always being such a bear.