CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I spend the next few weeks unwinding and relaxing. I get in-home spa treatments in the spa room and practice yoga with the private instructor in the yoga studio. Every morning Julian trains in the martial arts gym, then works in his home office.
I start my days by drinking a large green smoothie that Julian insists on making for me. He adds every kind of fruit and vegetable imaginable and makes sure I drink the entire glass.
When I’m not enjoying spa treatments or doing yoga, I spend romantic, candle-lit evenings with Julian, talking and making love. We eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner together, and spend most of our time with each other.
One evening, after a shower, I look into the bathroom’s full-length mirror. My baby bump has become very visible. I gaze at my face and notice that my skin has a golden glow. My eyes sparkle like diamonds. The dullness they emitted when I was with Derek has disappeared. I look happier than ever. I also look better than ever.
I enter my closet to get dressed. As I put on my panties, I smell Julian’s presence. That delicious, musky, manly, spicy scent of his fills my nostrils.
“Take it off,” he commands. I turn around to see Julian’s naked, deeply tanned body. His v-line abdominal muscles are ripped, and his biceps are sculpted.
I take off my panties and watch as his azure eyes fill with desire. His lips turn up in a devilish grin.
“Get on your knees in front of me,” he demands.
I obey and take his cock into my mouth. He groans in appreciation, grabs the back of my head, and guides me as I suck hard, bobbing my head along his eight-inch length. I close my eyes and move my head faster as Julian thrusts inside my mouth.
Unexpectedly, Derek’s grimacing, angry face enters my mind. I picture myself sucking on Derek’s cock. My heart pounds furiously. I pull away as panic grips me. Julian gazes at me with a questioning look.
“I can’t do this,” I whisper.
He frowns and his lips tighten. I stand and tears fill my eyes. He cups my face in both hands. “What’s wrong?” he whispers.
“Derek, he—”
“Shhh.” Julian’s face softens and his eyes fill with concern. He pulls me into his arms. “I was afraid of this.”
We hold each other silently as I try to wipe the memories of Derek’s brutality from my mind. I didn’t expect Derek’s behavior to affect me as deeply as it has.
I pull away from Julian’s embrace and look into his eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think—”
“I didn’t expect that kind of thing from Derek,” Julian interrupts, his eyes filled with distress and anger.
“I’m sorry,” I whimper. “I want—”
“No, Cheryl,” Julian interrupts, following my thoughts. “I’ll give you as much time as you need.”
“I want to,” I demand.
He cradles my face in the palms of his hands and leans in. “If you accept, I can make love to you,” he whispers, sending an excited shiver down my spine.
I nod in approval. He scoops me into his arms and carries me over onto the king-sized bed. He lays me down gently as if I were fragile. He begins to tenderly kiss every part of my body, lingering at my breasts and stomach.
I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of his warm, wet lips. I feel so safe in his presence and trust him more than anyone in the world.
I open my eyes to communicate my desire for him. I notice sweat beading at his forehead. He appears to be withholding himself from me. He licks my breasts and sucks the hard buds while his length hovers near my entrance—so close, yet so far.
I move my hand to his shaft, stroking and massaging his balls. I draw his length closer to my entrance, teasing the hard, wide tip on my wet slit. I rub his shaft along my dripping slit, drenching it with my moisture.
I quiver in expectation. I can’t take it anymore and guide Julian’s cock inside me. He pushes my hand aside and moves away from my reach. He trails kisses from the inside of my thighs down to my toes, sucking hard and circling his tongue around each and every digit.
My body quivers uncontrollably as lust spreads like wildfire. Just moments ago, with Julian’s cock in my mouth, I was hesitant. Now I want to be raped by this beautiful man. Though I was treated harshly by Derek, my instincts tell me that Julian will never hurt me. Julian is the type of man that is only violent with men.
“Turn onto your stomach,” he commands.
I lock eyes with him and follow his order.
“Relax, baby,” he says softly and kisses the back of my neck.
I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with his scent, then stuff my face into a pillow and try to relax. My inner core is tightly wound and aching to be fucked.
He slowly trails the tips of his fingers down my back. The movement sends pleasant shivers across my skin. He trails his fingertips on my ass and down the length of my legs until he reaches my feet.
He massages each foot, pressing his fingers into various pressure points along the undersides. I close my eyes and surrender to his heavenly touch.
He works his fingertips slowly back up the length of my legs, my ass, and my back. He has a feather-light touch that feels so blissful I shiver with delight.
He moves on top of me. I feel his firm, muscular body pressing against my back. He positions his hard, throbbing cock between my legs, his thick head touching my entrance.
“You want it, baby,” he whispers, his hot breath washing over the back of my neck.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“You want this big, hard cock stretching your tight little pussy?” he growls.
“Yes, give it to me,” I whine, tensing up, preparing for entry.
“Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you,” he commands.
“I never wanted it more,” I whisper as I tremble in anticipation.
My inner core clenches as I feel the enveloping heat of his body over the top of my back, his throbbing dick just seconds from entering me.
“Fuck me now,” I demand.
He suddenly flips me onto my back so that I’m facing him.
“Say it again. I want to hear you beg for it,” he says, looking down at me with possessive blue eyes.
“I want it, please,” I whimper, trembling with longing.
He smirks as he lowers himself on top of me, resting the majority of his body weight on his arms. He moves his hips forward slowly, and I watch as his cock spreads open my slit, stretching and filling me. Then he stops and I whimper.
I look up at him. His eyes are burning. His jaw is firmly clenched. I’m waiting for him to go deeper but he remains still.
“Deeper, I want you deeper,” I whimper as I grab his lower back and pull him closer.
He slides inside my dripping wet canal just an inch deeper, then stops again.
“More, more,” I beg, breathing heavy, my heart hammering.
He slides in another inch deeper, not even halfway inside.
“Deeper,” I gasp. “I want all of you.”
Julian’s lips turn up into a pleased grin. His blue eyes are shining. He enjoys making me beg for it. The dynamics have changed.
“I won’t go any farther until you are screaming for it,” he whispers.
I’m astonished at his self-control. I’m a trembling, hot mess. My tightly wound core is aching for release.
“Fuck me, Julian, fuck me!” I shout.
“That’s right, let me hear you beg,” he whispers.
I smash my lips against his and savagely kiss him. He slowly slips more and more of his length inside me until I feel his balls pressed against my ass. He is completely embedded in me.
He grabs my hands and places them above my head, intertwining his fingers with mine. I enjoy the delicious fullness of his cock inside me.
He moves slowly over top me, matching his thrusts with the rhythm of my hips. I don’t want tender anymore. I want rough and hard.
“Rape me,” I whimper, totally giving myself to him. Julian’s eyes light up and his face darken
s. Those two words are exactly what he wants to hear.
He picks up the pace, pounding into me as his body flushes with heat. I close my eyes and savor every movement.
As his thrusting accelerates, his breathing sharpens and I feel the pounding of his heartbeat against mine. Both our bodies heat up, merging in a mind-blowing union.
His hips buck harder and faster as he reaches for my ass, pulling me until we are so close it feels as though no separation exists between where one of us begins and the other ends. We are one. At this moment, nothing else matters but him. I open my eyes and look into the piercing blue gaze that makes my heart skip a beat.
I moan as he releases my ass and touches my clit. His finger skillfully rubs the swollen bundle of nerves, quickening the ascent to my peak.
His cock moves in and out, each time penetrating deeper than the time before until he’s buried so deep inside me that I emit sharp gasps and screams. It feels unbearable. His massive size is too much too handle.
I close my eyes and feel every nerve in my body react to him. A mixture of intense pain and pleasure vibrates through me. Every harsh thrust buries his cock deeper inside me. His powerful body lays on top of mine, and his cock is lodged deep within my stomach.
“Fuck, you feel so good. I’m going to explode inside you,” he growls through clenched teeth. He ruthlessly pounds into me, roaring like a lion as I feel thick squirts of semen saturating my insides with heat.
My climax follows, intensified by the feel of his liquid bathing my stomach in pleasant heat. My inner walls contract, milk, and squeeze his throbbing, ejaculating length. Julian emits satisfied grunts and groans as more of his liquid enters me.
“Fuck. I love pumping you full of my load,” he says. He pumps several more times before he stills, his now emptied balls pressed against my ass.
Paralyzed and unable to speak, I lay beneath his warm body, jam-packed and overflowing with massive amounts of thick, sticky semen.
I feel shattered and well used, and let out a satisfied sigh. My insides are stretched, raw, and excruciatingly sore. An emotional, happy tear trickles from the corner of my eye.
Julian withdraws, leaving me empty. He collapses beside me and pulls me onto his chest, his strong arms enveloping me. As we lay in each other’s arms, peace overcomes us. It feels as though the world suddenly stills. I slip into a restful, deep, serene sleep.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
In the morning I follow my usual routine—drinking the healthy smoothie that Julian has prepared for me, and doing an hour of yoga. Julian trains and works out in the martial arts gym.
That afternoon, the driver takes us to our first prenatal doctor’s appointment at a private hospital in Bergen. A nurse takes numerous blood tests to check my overall health and for any prenatal conditions. An ultrasound exam is also performed. My heart leaps when I see the tiny gestational sac within the decidua. It looks like a black spot in my stomach. Julian and I are overjoyed as we stare at our creation. We learn that it’s too early to determine whether we’re having a girl or a boy.
By the time we get home, it’s early evening. I tell Julian that I want to make a few phone calls. I’m excited to tell my mother and friends.
I enter the impressive library, transparent glass tablet in hand, and sit in the comfy purple velvet armchair, surrounded by thousands upon thousands of expensive and rare books tucked away in rows and rows of wooden bookshelves. I feel as though I’m in a large, cozy, and classic European bookstore.
I tap at my tablet and initiate a video call to my mother. With all that’s happened, I feel as though I haven’t talked to her in ages.
“Sweetheart, how are you?” my mother answers.
“Julian and I are having a baby,” I burst out.
On the screen, my mother’s eyes widen. “Really? That’s wonderful!”
My mother proceeds to lecture me about all the things to watch out for and what to expect. By the end of the call I am overwhelmed with information.
I video call Tanya, only to be bombarded with questions about where I am and what I’ve been doing. I calmly answer each of her questions, explaining where Julian and I are now. After years of knowing the blonde bombshell, I’ve learned to put up with her noisy, vivacious attitude. Before I get a chance to inform her that I’m expecting, she tells me that I need to call Yula and comfort her.
“Why, what’s wrong?” I ask.
“She found out her husband is cheating on her,” Tanya says, her blue eyes filled with concern.
“That’s terrible,” I gasp.
“She found out just a few days after she gave birth.”
“What’s going to happen?” I ask, unable to imagine myself in her shoes. It would be the most heart-wrenching experience. I don’t know what I would do if Julian were cheating on me. I trust him so much, and in my heart I know that he would never do such a thing.
“I don’t know, Cheryl, but Yula is a mess. I suggest you call her ASAP,” Tanya responds. “I’m doing all I can to comfort her. I even offered to let her stay with me and my husband for a while, but she’s staying at the Four Seasons right now.”
“I’ll call her this second.” I end our call and initiate a video call to Yula. She doesn’t answer so I try several more times, determined to reach her. Finally, on the fifth try, I see her face on my screen.
“Yula, how are you? I heard what happened. I’m so sorry.”
Yula’s green eyes are rimmed with red and she looks like she hasn’t slept for weeks. For a while she is silent, her face communicating her distress.
“I hate him,” she says weakly. “I fucking hate all men. They’re all the same.”
“I know you hate your husband right now, and what he did to you is unforgivable, especially since you just had his baby.” I search my mind for more words of comfort but come up empty. I’ve never been in her situation, but if I had, I would likely be just as distraught as Yula looks at this moment.
I study her troubled face. It’s aged several years. Her once-glowing skin looks dull, and her long black hair is a disheveled, frizzy mess around her otherwise pretty face. I wonder what led Yula’s husband to cheat.
“He’s cheating on me with some lingerie model,” she shouts. “I suspected something and hired a private investigator who followed him. The investigator saw my husband meet her for dinner. Then they went to a hotel to fuck.”
Tears trickle down her enflamed cheeks. I feel a deep urge to reach out and hug her. I see so much pain on her face and my heart hurts just looking at her.
I hear Julian enter the library, and I glance up to meet his eyes. I must look extremely worried because his lips tighten and his eyes fill with concern. He gazes at me, waiting for an explanation.
“Julian, I’m talking with my friend Yula. I’ll speak to you when I’m done,” I say. He makes no move to leave.
I look back at Yula. “I really wish I was there to hug you,” I say.
“I really hope your marriage works out,” Yula says. “But I believe ninety-nine percent of men cheat on their wives—or at least think about it.”
I look up at Julian and see him frown when he hears Yula’s tragic theory. He turns and walks out of the library.
“Please don’t think like that, Yula. There are plenty of men who remain devoted to their wives in body and mind for a lifetime. If it doesn’t work out with your husband, don’t give up faith. There might be a better man out there for you.”
“I used to believe that,” Yula says. “But it’s in their wiring. Men want to spread their seed. They are wired to cheat and they want to have sex with as many—”
“Not all men,” I interrupt. “A real man will remain faithful if he truly loves and cares for a woman.”
“So you’re saying my husband never loved me,” Yula spits.
“No honey, I never implied—”
“I’m done with this,” Yula shouts, more tears filling her eyes. Her face disappears from the screen as she hangs up on me.
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bsp; My heart drops and I’m left staring at the tablet. Guilt engulfs me as I replay the last part of our conversation in my mind. I just made her feel worse. I feel terrible.
I try to call her several times. When she doesn’t answer, I carefully compose a consoling email to her and leave it at that.
I walk into the living room and find Julian waiting for me. As soon as he sees me he stands up and approaches me. He wraps me tightly in this arms and kisses the top of my head.
“Everything okay?” he whispers.
“Poor Yula. I feel so bad,” I mumble. “Her husband cheated on her.”
“You know I would never cheat on you,” he says softly.
“I know you wouldn’t,” I respond. “Why do some men cheat on their wives?”
“Men are driven to cheat because they give in to their sexual weaknesses and desires. To have sex with a new woman is very exciting for many men. The chance to have sex with a younger or more beautiful woman is very tempting.”
I groan when I hear Julian’s explanation.
“However, if there is a true connection of love, like we share, a man will find the strength to fight any weaknesses or urges he may have. Any opportunity he may have to cheat, he will be able to sidestep.”
“You speak as if from experience,” I respond, amazed at the depth of his answer.
“You have no idea how strongly I feel about you, Cheryl,” he says as he examines my face, making me feel as though he is reading my soul and understanding all that I am. I feel completely exposed in Julian’s presence. It’s as though he knows everything there is to know about me.
“I have something to show you this evening,” he says. “Let’s get ready.”
Julian and I dress in thick, warm coats and boots. We take a short drive to a heliport, where a helicopter and pilot wait for us. The helicopter flies through the night sky to another location, from which we take a second short drive.
Julian grabs my hand and helps me from the car. I gasp as I take in the view before me. We are standing at the edge of a large lake. Above are the northern lights, a spectacular mix of colors—bright, vivacious streaks of hot pink, light green, light blue, red, and purple dancing in the sky. Until now it’s something I’ve seen only in pictures. The view is beyond magical, and more colorful and beautiful than anything I’ve ever encountered.
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