by Carrie Kelly
My heart slammed against my chest. Every caress brought me closer to uttering the words he wanted to hear, but I couldn’t.
He didn’t want to marry me for me, it was to keep his position. Why couldn’t he tell me the truth?
“Please don’t make me, Dorian,” I moaned.
With a sudden force he yanked the silky gown over my head and ripped the panties down my full thighs. I scooted back on the bed, but he pulled me by the ankles, smothering me with his strong chest. Then he pinned my hands above my head, holding me still as he continued his relentless assault on my senses.
Lips scorched the flesh on my neck and collarbone, my traitorous body buckling into his.
“You can’t deny it, Alicia. You can’t deny how you feel about me – it’s written all over your glorious body. All over your beautiful face.”
I panted for breath, my breasts heaving into his chest as my skin sang with desire. He was right. I would gladly marry him under normal circumstances, but this was far from normal. Then again everything about Dorian Black was far from normal.
“Why me?” I whispered as his legs forced my thighs open.
Dorian stopped and stared at me, his eyes softening. “Why not you, Alicia? I already said I loved you. I want you to be mine and mine alone.”
My breath caught in my throat. I loved him too, despite my brain telling me it was a bad idea. I hardly knew him. But I also couldn’t let him lose his job or his company because of some shareholder’s whim. Mr. Black kept his secrets, but it didn’t mean I had to push him away.
His delicate fingers stroked the length of my clit. Each light caress brought a gasp to my throat, a shiver of desire coursing through my veins.
“You’re going to be my wife,” he growled as the slick heat of his cock slipped inside. “Say you’ll be my wife, darling.”
I moaned at the sudden entrance of his throbbing length as it filled me to the brim. Wiggling in his grasp, I nodded fitfully.
“Yes. I’ll marry you, Dorian.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he groaned and thrust into my eager pussy again.
His mouth engulfed mine in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together as his teeth nipped and pulled at my full bottom lip, suckling it. Each powerful thrust filled me in ways I never imagined. Our bodies, both slick with sweat, were meant to be one instead of two.
“Tell me you love me,” he whispered and loosened his grip on my wrists.
I clung to his back, digging my fingers into his muscular flesh. “I love you, Dorian,” I moaned.
Hands and mouth traversed lower, pinching and sucking on my breasts. I tangled my fingers in his thick, black hair as he brought us both closer and closer to the height of our passion.
Then his thumb brushed over my clit. Each stroke timed perfectly with his forceful thrusts. I moaned and twitched, my hips buckling into his magnificent body as my sex gripped him in a tight hold. The orgasm rippled through me, a shuddering blast of delight drowning me until I fought to breathe.
His hot seed spilled inside a moment later, his back stiffening. The turgid length buried in my aching depths as it slowly softened.
“Mm,” he moaned and kissed me again. His lips brushed mine tenderly as he panted in my face.
I released my hold on his back, and he flinched slightly. “Did I hurt you?” I asked.
For a moment, Dorian’s eyes clouded over. Then he shook his head. “No, Alicia. Not yet.”
He pulled me into him, his strong arms holding me close, and I pondered what he meant as I drifted off to sleep.
* * *
“Do you want to buy your dress here or in Milan?” Dorian asked during breakfast the next morning.
I coughed on my espresso and set the cup down. “What dress?” I asked, although I had a feeling I knew exactly what he was talking about.
“The wedding dress. I’ve emailed a few designers who would love to work with you.”
Gaping at my new fiancé, I wiped my mouth. “Isn’t this all a bit sudden?”
Dorian sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. After spending several days with him, I learned to spot a sign of distress when I saw one.
“Unfortunately, yes. But I’m planning on making it a special day nonetheless. Lance can drive you to the designers tomorrow. Then we have to pick a location, plan the food and the guest list. Do you want me to invite all of your Facebook friends?” he asked and glanced at me. His green eyes sparkled in the morning sunshine.
Color rose to my cheeks. Did he actually enjoy planning this? No. It was all for his job, right?
“No, not everyone on Facebook. I’ll make a list, although I don’t know how many will be able to make it in such a short time frame.”
He nodded thoughtfully and sipped his coffee. His eyes glazed over, like they did when he plotted.
Just as I finished my pastry, he spoke. “We could get married here. That would handle the location. There’re a few outbuildings large enough to accommodate a crowd. Unless – did you want to be married in church?”
I shrugged and my mind swam. “I don’t think my friends or family can afford to fly to Tuscany last minute.”
A smile broke across his face, his white teeth dazzling. “I’ll fly them, Alicia,” he said and took my hand in his.
I stared down at the ring glittering on my finger and nodded. Of course he would.
“Is it settled? We’ll have the wedding here in a two weeks. That way it’ll be right before the holidays.”
My hand trembled in his. “Two weeks?”
He brought it to his mouth, kissing my palm. “Two weeks and you’ll be my wife, Alicia.”
I stared at him – the sharp cut of his jaw and cheekbones, the way his hair brushed his forehead, and his arched eyebrows framing those keen green eyes. Married to Dorian Black. No way my family would believe it.
I wasn’t the same chubby, plain Jane nobody I’d been in college. I was going to be Dorian Black’s wife!
Then another thought struck me. “Wait. What about the rest of it? The part about starting a family before a year is out?”
He cast his gaze toward the window and shrugged. “We can discuss it later. Now, I have work to do, and you have a wedding to plan. Money is no object, Alicia, so indulge your whims.”
He was some kind of master at avoiding subjects. “What about a pre-nup?”
Dorian narrowed his eyes.
That got his attention, but not in the way I anticipated.
“Is there some reason you’d want one?” he growled and squeezed my wrist. “Do you think I’d cheat on you?”
“What? I didn’t think of that. I thought you’d want a pre-nup to protect your fortune!”
He studied me, his jaw tensed. Slowly, he released his hold. “No. I don’t think it’s necessary. I already said I trusted you. Don’t you trust me?”
I did, although I wasn’t sure if I should. What would keep Dorian Black from cheating once we married? The board members? Unlikely!
“Yes,” I said.
“Good. This marriage wouldn’t be worth much if you didn’t. I’ll be back by this evening. Lance will see to any of your needs,” he said as he headed toward the door.
My stomach twisted into knots. I couldn’t let him leave like that – even if our marriage was a sham for the board.
Running after him, I grabbed Dorian’s arm. “Wait! Isn’t Lance your bodyguard?”
He brought a hand to my cheek and smiled before he kissed me. His lips burned, the heat of his mouth engulfing me in the same sick desire I succumbed to the night before. A strong hand wrapped around my waist, pulling my chest flush with his. Hot need rushed through my veins, pooling between my legs as he pulled back.
“No. He’s yours,” Dorian said and opened the front door.
I watched him go, my eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and fear.
Why did I need a bodyguard?
He left before I could ask.
* * *
Planni
ng a wedding took more time than I imagined. Even though it was forced upon me at the last minute, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it at little bit. Dorian didn’t argue with me over any of the details. Either he really trusted my taste or he didn’t care about the whole affair.
I hoped it was the former and feared it was the latter.
Lance drove me to Milan to meet with a designer for my dress. As I fingered through fabric and looked at pictures of designs, I wondered what would happen after we were married. Would I really have a baby? With Dorian Black? Within a year? We had enough unprotected sex to get me pregnant, but was it what he wanted or what the board wanted?
He never said.
Then there was the issue of my parents. Should I tell them the truth or let them believe I was really marrying Dorian because he loved me? I didn’t want them to worry. It wasn’t fair. No, I’d leave the board members decree out of the conversation.
And maybe I’d put off telling them a few days longer.
After hours of trying on dresses, I finally decided on the one I wanted. The corseted top seemed like something Dorian would like and the full skirt reminded me of what princesses wore in fairytales.
My prince, the mysterious Mr. Black, was different than most, I thought and fingered the tulle skirt.
Dorian spent most of his time working in the villa or meeting with board members. Every time they saw me, they eyed me with a mixture of either curiosity or annoyance – depending on the person. As his assistant, I was too busy planning the wedding to keep abreast of what they discussed.
Finally, about a week after the first announcement of our engagement, everything was ready to go. I’d carefully selected the decorations, flowers, wedding colors, announcements and food – all with the help of our housekeeper, Flora, who was thankfully bilingual in both English and Italian.
It wasn’t until I settled down one evening, kicking off my heels and collapsing in a cushy chair, than the whole weight of the situation hit me. I’d avoided it, planning the wedding like it wasn’t my own. There was so much to do, so many little details to cover, it was easy to pretend some other woman was marrying Dorian.
But it was me. He chose me, for whatever reason, and I couldn’t back out of it now.
Even worse, I didn’t want to. He’d break my heart into a million little pieces someday, and I could do nothing but wait for it to happen.
The front door squeaked open after midnight, and I sat up in the chair and glanced around the room. Dorian walked down the hallway, and stopped when he spotted me. He’d been working late into the night for days. It seemed like I hadn’t seen him at all since the morning after he slipped the ring on my finger.
Was he avoiding me? I didn’t want to ask.
He leaned over the chair, trapping me between his strong arms. “You waited up for me?”
I blinked at him. “I must have drifted off after I sat down.”
He smiled, although he had bags under his eyes. “I know the feeling,” he said and sunk to his knees, resting his head on my lap. “How’re the wedding plans coming?”
I didn’t realize how much I missed his touch until he ran his fingers up and down my bare calves. “Done. Everything’s ready for next week,” I said, my breath catching in my throat.
His fingers tightened on my legs. “I knew I made the right choice. You’re perfect, Alicia. Absolutely perfect,” he said and kissed my knees.
“Not really,” I mumbled.
“It’s not open to discussion. If I say you’re perfect for me than you are. Accept it. You’re going to be my wife in a week, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I said to the top of his head.
“Good. That’s what I like to hear.”
His fingers roamed higher, urging my thighs open in my loose skirt. I glanced around the room, but Lance was probably in bed or off patrolling the grounds. It was difficult to keep track of him at times.
“What if someone comes in?” I whispered, although my body ached for his caress.
“Then I guess they’ll get a show,” he growled and ran the blunt edge of his thumb over my sex. “I’ve been neglecting you lately. I intend to make up for it.”
Electric lust surged over my flesh as he rubbed my hungry lips in delicate circles. My whole body throbbed with need for him – his lips, his hands and his fat, dripping cock. God!
His other hand crawled over my stomach, pulling at my tucked in blouse and nudging the buttons from their holes.
“Do you like this, Alicia?” he groaned as his finger gripped my pink nipple and turned it painfully to the side.
The sudden stab of pain mixed with the delicate pleasure between my legs. My chest heaved into his powerful hands, and I answered him with a moan.
“Yes.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he breathed and took my other nipple in his teeth.
My hips arched into his hands – my sex aching for a stronger touch. For the penetrating thickness of his length pounding inside me. But he held off. Content to tease me into a state of arousal so complete I could no longer think straight.
“I have a present for you,” he cooed into my breasts. His tongue flicked over the reddened nub.
“What?” I groaned as my pussy contracted. Why was he playing around with me like this? After a long week I wanted something more than his fingers!
“Bend over the couch and I’ll show you,” he said and leaned back on his heels.
Air chilled my feverish flesh in his absence. Nodding, I hurried and bent over the back of the chair. My whole body trembled with anticipation.
Dorian wasted no time pulling down my skirt and thin silk panties. When my bare ass faced him, my thick thighs and full bottom on display, he ran his palm over the cheek.
“So lovely. Do you want to be filled up, Alicia?” he asked, his strong hands stroking my legs.
“Yes,” I begged. Planning a wedding was more stressful than I imagined, especially when the groom was busy wrangling his own company into order. My sex wept for him to relieve it.
Suddenly, something cold and round, like a marble, slipped inside my pussy. Gasping, I gripped the back of the chair and turned my head.
“What is that?”
Dorian answered with a smirk and another bead slipped inside. “A new toy.”
The chill sent shivers over my skin, and the walls of my sex gripped them mercilessly. I moaned as he slipped another two inside. What was it? And what were they made of? The cool, slick surface felt almost like glass.
“Wouldn’t it be charming to wear this is public?” he asked and slid another two inside me.
“For a punishment, I suppose,” I managed.
A blush heated my cheeks. He’d made me wear a vibrator to a board meeting once – one he controlled with a remote. While I wasn’t sure if I wanted to repeat the situation, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. The idea that he had control over my body turned me on.
A drop of sweat ran down my back. How many beads did he have?
Another slipped inside, then two of his fingers spread me wide while a third stroked up and down my moist clit. His thumb caressed my lips with slow circles once again. My whole body vibrated with lust for him, for his sweet release.
I buried my head in the couch. Dug my nails into the material.
“This feels like a punishment,” I moaned.
Dorian’s lips singed my lower back. “Does it?”
My answer was little more than a breath of air. “Yes.”
“Don’t you enjoy my punishments?”
“Yes.”
I couldn’t lie. Not to him -- not at that moment.
Suddenly, he pulled a bead free as his fingers flitted across my sex. Each lingering touch enticed my body closer to the edge of my arousal. My cunt gripped the remaining beads, and I gyrated my hips in time with his glorious hands.
“You’re so beautiful like this. So free,” he said and kissed my hip.
Another bead slipped out, his fingers moving fas
ter over my slickness. I groaned and gasped at every caress and stroke. Every bead slipping past my hungry sex. As he pulled the final one out, the fat heat of his cock slipped in.
His powerful hands gripped my waist, forcing himself deeper into my desire slick depths. The world spun. Air leaked from the room, and I gasped at each thrust. The orgasm shook my body to the core. Moaning and panting, I pressed my hips into his.
Fireworks danced before my eyes as I writhed. The throbbing shaft impaled me with perfect accuracy. Again and again.
Then, when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, my body jerked and trembled as another rush of pleasure consumed me. His hot load spilt inside my sex. The weight of his chest pressed against my back as his hands wound around my waist and gripped my stomach.
“You’re mine, Alicia,” he groaned into my ear and smothered my neck in kisses.
“Yes,” I agreed.
But for how long?
* * *
My parents flew in the day before the wedding. I barely got a chance to tell them about Dorian on the phone, but both my mom and dad didn’t seem as surprised as I thought they’d be. Unfortunately, I was too stressed to notice.
Besides our combined friends and family, the board members were also attending. Of course they needed to see the wedding they forced on their CEO.
After showing my parents the villa’s grounds, they went to their room to unpack, and I stepped outside for some fresh air.
The cold autumn breeze chilled me, even through my wool coat. The leaves, gold, red and yellow, blew across the walkway and the sky was a dull slate gray, threatening rain. I wasn’t the type of girl who dreamed of a spring wedding, so the rich beauty of the countryside wasn’t lost on me. A fall wedding suited us, I thought, even if it was out of the blue.
Good thing the hall had heaters. Otherwise we’d freeze during the nuptials!
The click of shoes sounded behind me on the path, and I turned to look.
Sylvia stood there, wrapped in a black coat with her blonde hair tied into a severe ponytail.
“You’re really going through with it?”
I stared at her for a moment. I’d never be as tall or as strikingly beautiful, but it didn’t matter. How could I be jealous of a woman so sickly jealous of me? She could have almost any man she wanted except Dorian.