by Lexi Sinner
“Daemon. You should go,” I whispered, knowing it was pointless to try and resist him.
“You are about to marry the only guy you have ever been with,” he whispered, kissing my shoulder. “You even downgraded your college career to be with him.” He kissed closer to my neck.
“How do you know that?”
“Once you’re married, I know you’re the kind of woman who will be faithful to my little brother until you take your last breath.” He bent forward and kissed me underneath my ear. “Now tell me, don’t you want to do just one thing that’s completely reckless and wild before you say your vows?”
I slammed my eyes closed and opened my mouth to tell him to leave, but he had seized my coffee and turned me around before I could utter a word. His fingers pushed through my wet hair,and he grabbed a fistful, pulling my head back. I winced as his other hand cupped my face.
“Maybe you could even show him a few things in the bedroom,” he teased before consuming my lips with his. He stole my breath and my ability to think straight. He pushed his tongue past my lips and into my mouth,and I tasted the whiskey and coffee spread across my tongue.
His arms wrapped around me and he hoisted me up off the floor, carrying me into the bedroom.
“I can’t do this,” I said, wrapping my arms around him.
I felt defeated, yet excited. He kissed me hard as he went through the doorway. I didn’t feel the floor under my feet again until we got to the edge of the bed. As he lay me down on the mattress, a panic seized me as I felt the material of my wedding dress underneath me. My wedding dress! My white wedding dress! I wasn’t worthy of wearing it. I wasn’t worthy of being Josh’s wife. I was about to lose my virginity to my fiancée’s brother on my white wedding dress!I struggled to get up, but he grabbed my arms and pinned me to it, grinning and shaking his head.
“This is wrong,” I said, picking my head up. The sting of tears filled my eyes.
“It’s just a dress,” he said, burying his head in the crook of my neck. He kissed me hard, and bit at my skin. I could barely catch my breath,and my body quivered uncontrollably. It wasn’t right in any instance, but his carefree attitude made it okay in my head.
“Why can’t I get you out of my head,” he growled. “You’re so fucking beautiful; I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”
All I could do was breathe hard and fast, and watch his eyes soak up my body as he leaned away from me. He loomed over me, his fingers caressing the swells of my breasts from the top of my towel. He leaned down and kissed me there, loosening my towel and peeling it away, leaving me completely exposed to him. He growled before crushing me with his weight, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I felt his hands glide down my sides and push between us once he got to my hips. His hand cupped the entire area between my legs and his fingers pushed into me, stopping once they were deep inside me. My head was dizzy.
“Breathe, Sophie.” He planted small kisses on the side of my face, trailing them down my neck to my breasts. “I want you to enjoy this as much as I’m going to.”
He twirled his tongue around my hardened nub and sucked it into his mouth while his fingers withdrew and pushed back into me.
“Do you like that, Sophie?”
I nodded, taking a deep breath to try and slow this roller coaster down. I grabbed the bed with my hands and realized it was my dress as he fingered me faster, his thumb rolling over my clit.
“Do you trust me?”
I didn’t but I nodded anyway. I didn’t want him to stop.
He climbed off the bed and peeled his black t-shirt off over his head. I could only stare, my chest heaving up and down as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops.
“Give me your hands,” he said, staring deep into my eyes.
I trembled and picked my hands up off the mattress, holding them up. My head was screaming to pull them back as he wrapped his belt around them, securing them together. He crawled to the headboard and buckled his belt to a post over my head, leaving me completely defenseless and at his mercy. He climbed back off the bed and unbuckled his blue jeans, pulling them off his legs with his boots.
“Why are you smiling like that?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“Just admiring my work.”
He slid his boxers off and crawled up over me, hovering over me while he studied my body.
“You’re work?”
“I think you are going to be my greatest conquer yet.”
I closed my eyes in defeat. “I don’t want to be just a notch on your bedpost, Daemon.”
“You’re not a notch, sweetness.” He crawled up next to me and caressed my body. “You are a complete bedroom overhaul.”
I wasn’t convinced and he knew.
“Do you want me to complicate things and tell you I’m in love with you? Tell you I can’t continue until I have you?”
“Are you?”
He didn’t answer me, but I knew. A man like Daemon doesn’t fall in love. He conquers.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, staring at me.
I felt his hands between my legs and my chin quivered.
“Tell me right now that you don’t want me to fuck you, and I’ll put my clothes back on, take my belt off your wrists that have you bound and helpless to me, and I will leave.” He trailed the tip of his tongue along my jawline before pulling back.
All I could do was shake my head.
“You don’t want to tell me to leave, do you,sweetness?”
I shook my head again.
“Hmm. This puts us in a situation then, doesn’t it?”
He lowered himself down on his elbows, his mouth only inches from my ear. He surrounded my breast with his hand and toyed with my nipple, whispering to me, “Tell me you want me to fuck you, and I will.”
My breath caught. I tried to stretch up toward him to kiss him,buthepulled away just enough, grinning his devious grin.
“Tell me.”
“Why are you toying with me, Daemon?”
The mere sound of his name on my lips was enough to make that reckless and wild feeling flare up.
“Because you need this,” he said, kissing me hard. “You are too controlled in your life.” He trailed his mouth down my neck. “Everything carefully laid out before you,” he mumbled while he flicked my nipple with his tongue. “College, marriage, white picket fence, two point five kids, dog.” He moved back up to my face and smiled. “You need me in your life, or at least in your memory when you’re sitting down to have your morning coffee before rushing the kids out the door to school.”
I could only stare at him, feeling like a complete amateur as he pulled at my strings. I pulled at the belt that bound me, wanting to slap him, or kiss him, or force him inside me.
“Say it,” he growled. “I. Want. You. To. Fuck me.”
I shuddered and swallowed hard.
“I want you… to fuck me, Daemon.”
“Your wish is my command.”
He buried his hands underneath me and picked my bottom up off the bed before pushing the head of his cock into my opening. He stopped before he entered me and smiled as he looked into my eyes like he was enjoying the moment before deflowering me. He gripped my hips,and I held my breath.
He pushed himself toward me,and I felt my pussy stretch open like a tight rubber band. I concentrated on his lips until I felt pain. He stopped only for a moment before thrusting into me until he couldn’t get his groin any closer to mine. He moved back and forth his hands still gripping my hips. He reached up and unhooked the belt, releasing my hands.
“You’re too tense. Relax your body. Allow the pleasure to penetrate you, sweetness.”
I took a big breath and relaxed my muscles,burying my hands in his hair, and the pleasure swirled with the pain I felt. It was beginning to feel good, really good. I moved my hips with hisand he lowered himself on top of me. He smelled so good like leather mixed with gasoline, and he moved his body against mine like I was his motorcycle and he was on a long
ride, picking up the speed and grunting into each push he penetrated me with. I opened my legs wider, panting and moaning as he fucked me. My arousal wrapped around me and seeped into every fiber of my being, fueling an orgasm that was building deep inside me.
“I have a surprise for you,” he said, pulling himself away from me. I felt lost and vulnerable when he rolled off the bed. I wanted to beg him not to stop, but he picked me up and led me to the dresser. Moving some items from the top, he turned me around facing the front. It reached as high as my stomach just past my belly button, so when he picked me up and put me on the top on my stomach, my feet didn’t touch the floor. The edge of the dresser supported my upper body to my pubic bone. The rest of me just hung off the front with my ass toward him. It was extremely awkward until his hands caressed my ass and his fingers slid in and out of me, my arousal flying at full mass again. He pushed my legs open and penetrated me again, his cock pushing inside until he had filled me. He moved back and forth, his hands gripping my hips. He slammed his body into me repeatedly, my body jarring back and forth on the top of the dresser. I reached my arms out and gripped the other side as it slid back and forth. He slowed his pace, his fingers finding my clit and moving in small circles around clit. An inferno flew through me instantly, seizing my body and stiffening my muscles. This wave of ecstasy surrounded me and consumed my senses,and I heard myself moaning through it until he pulled out and let out a deep moan. I felt a warm substance cover my ass and lower back as he came on me.
He helped me down off the dresser, pulling my towel off the bed and wrapping it around my body. He pulled me into him with it and kissed me with this deep primal kiss that a woman craves to feel when she’s with her lover. He moaned into the kiss, causing vibrations to penetrate me. He let go of my towel and it dropped to the floor, stepping back and watching me. His tongue darted out of his mouth and licked his lips repeatedly as I bent down and picked it up, wrapping myself back up with it.
“I don’t think that is going to be the last time I visit you,” he said.
He walked by me and slapped my ass before scooping his clothes up off the floor and disappearing into the bathroom.
I collapsed on to the side of the bed and glanced at my dress. My hand caressed my nipple through the towel,and I smiled, feeling that reckless and wild feeling he described.
Chapter 7
I still walked down the aisle in the backyard of Josh’s parent’s beautiful home with family and friends surrounding us, and I still married Josh with a smile on my face. Luckily, Daemon stood off to the side out of my sight, so I could concentrate on being the good little virgin Josh thought I still was.
Daemon was right; I needed to fuck him. I needed to do something out of my range before settling down with Josh. It would be our dirty little secret. He threatened to visit me again and whether he made good on that promise or not gave me something crazy to look forward to.
The wedding went off without a hitch,and the reception was even more beautiful. I leaned over toward my new husband and squeezed his knee.
“Why don’t we get out of here?” I asked. “I’d love to start our honeymoon sooner rather than later.”
“I’ve been looking forward to finally being able to make love to you. Come on, let’s go.”
He took my hand,and we snuck out of the hall, leaving everyone to enjoy the rest of the evening without us. As soon as we got to our hotel room, I grabbed Josh and kissed him the way Daemon kissed me in the guest house, aggressively and with a lot of tongue. Josh looked at me with questions,and I bit my lip as I stripped my dress from my body.
“I’m just really horny, Josh. I don’t have to hold back anymore.” I kissed him hard, pulling at his tuxedo. “I have been waiting for this moment all my life, and now we don’t have any reason to wait. I want you inside me.”
He wrapped his arms around me,and we collapsed into the bed. The sex was fine, but after what Daemon did to me, I wanted more. I craved to feel that adrenaline rush he gave me.
“Let’s try something,” I said, sitting up quickly. I got up and pulled himout of bed.
“What are you doing, Sophie?”
“Shhh.”
I walked him out of the bedroom since the dresser there was much too high to climb on. There was a piano in the living room and it was perfect for what I wanted Josh to do to me. I jumped up on the top and positioned myself the way Daemon showed me the night before. I felt myself getting hot,and I bit my lip playfully in anticipation of Josh’s touch. I spread my legs, caressing my pussy with my hand so he could see from the back. My arousal quickly grabbed hold of me,and I looked back at him. But he didn’t touch me, and he didn’t look like he wanted to fuck me. He just stood there frozen and stared at me. I moved my fingers around my clit as images of Daemon filled my thoughts. An orgasm pounded into me like a tsunami from out of nowhere, leaving me shaking.
“The Daemon Special,” he said dryly.
Daemon had told me I needed to do something reckless and wild, but he didn’t mention that it would have ruined me for any other man in my life, especially his brother.
Story 30
Dinner had been a disaster. Russell did his best to take long slow breaths as he watched the road roll by under the headlights spilling out into the night ahead. The fine dining seafood house had been farther away than he thought around the other side of the secluded lake making for a later start and a longer night.
His wife Camille put her hand on his leg from the passenger seat. He pulled his knee away from her touch as he focused on the road and mulled his thoughts. Camille took her hand back and looked out her window in the darkness. She sighed.
Someone in the backseat sighed too. Russell wasn’t sure if it was Brent or his wife Nadia. They were capital investors that backed dozens of startups just like what Russell and Camille were attempting.
Russell’s coworkers had warned him not to go in business with his own wife as he left his office job on his last day as someone else’s employee. Camille was good at closing deals, but those skills seemed to dry right up tonight when he needed her to deliver the most. His normally charming wife had told the most awkward jokes at the most awkward moments. The only part more awkward than her bumbling humor tonight was the long, painful silences between.
Food had come slow and it was painfully obvious before the salads were done that Russell was not going to be able to turn the night around. He had become his own man just to go begging money off of self important pricks like Brent and his fake titted wife Nadia.
Russell still tasted the rich, four berry cheesecake from dessert and his own failure thick in his throat. He would be writing off a ton more from this damn dinner than he made in investment from it.
That ass hat Brent had kept ordering wine for himself and his sexpot wife. She got giggly from being tipsy and the awkwardness of the dinner. Nadia had slid down in her seat and spread her legs. Brent had caught Russell staring at Nadia’s leopard print, silk panties. There was no playing it off. Her dark hair was still out of place in Russell’s rearview mirror. As she muttered to Brent in the backseat, her Eastern European accent was rising in her voice which it had been doing since the night and the drinks progressed.
Russell turned on the radio.
Brent spoke up from the backseat. “It’s kind of loud back here.”
Russell shut off his radio and shook his head.
The flashing lights caught his attention ahead. Wooden gates with orange and white stripes crisscrossed over the road. An electronic arrow lit up pointing them off to the right on a side road that Russell did not know at all. “Just perfect.”
“What’s going on?” Brent asked.
“Roadblock. Detour.” Russell made the turn. The side road was rough, narrow, and poorly lit. Russell was ready to drive into the lake at this point, if he could find it. “I’ll get you back to your car as quick as I can.”
Nadia laughed and said, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“What’s tha
t?” Russell said.
Brent cleared his throat. “Nadia doubts your ability to get us where we want to go.”
***
“In business or on the road.” She mumbled.
“Well, you have money. That usually buys a person the right to run their mouths, but I paid for all the wine you drank tonight, so looks like I’m the only one that gets to mouth off in this car tonight. Sound good, kids?”
Brent cleared his throat. “Don’t mind a little fire in a business discussion, Russell, but don’t talk to my wife that way.”
Camille turned around in her seat. “Fine. I’ll talk to her that way. Don’t run your mouth at my husband or I’ll find a way to close it for you.”
Nadia laughed. “You don’t know who you are dealing with, blondy.”
“I have an idea.” Camille narrowed her eyes still staring into the backseat.
Nadia shook her head and stuck out her tongue at Camille. “I know more than one way to loosen up tight little tarts like you, Ms. Camille.”
Camille shook her head disturbing the blond curls around her face.
Brent laughed. “This is the most interesting conversation I’ve heard all night. I might just invest so I can see our wives go at it more often.”
Russell made a turn and looked over his shoulder at the street sign. He had no idea where he was. “I’ll try to get us back while everyone still has their eyes.”
“That will give Ms. Camille more time to tell me what she thinks she will do to me, huh?” Nadia stuck out her tongue again.
“Brent?” Camille waved her hand in Nadia’s direction. “You think you might be able to stick something in her mouth to quiet her down for me?”