“Slow down.” I whimper. He’s so huge; it aches.
“You know I’m just getting started baby,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
I concede and arch my back up further as I scream wildly.
He thrusts deeper with a roar and all the air leaves my lungs. I feel painfully stretched to the maximum. Holy fuck, this is hard.
“Slower, slower!” I whimper.
This just fires him up and he does the opposite, setting an even faster pace. I can feel my breasts bouncing as he rams me, my body jerking under the powerful rocking motions of his hips. He grips my hips and holds me in position for him.
He circles deep inside me, ignoring my plea, easing out slowly, and then slamming into me again as I cry out.
“Slow, slow,” I groan.
“That’s it, feel it baby,” he growls as he slams into me at a hard, fast pace. He’s savage, taking me, stubbornly resisting my plea to slow down.
He stills, circles his hips, rubbing his stiffness against my inner walls. I groan in a combination of pain and pleasure.
He thrusts his hips forward, and I climax crying out and at the same time feel his creamy warmth start to spill inside me. He clenches my hips as he jets inside me so fiercely that I feel each burst of his hot liquid like a separate thrust. The creamy, thick heat spreads upwards inside me. He keeps pumping his cream into me and finally slows and stops.
He collapses beside me onto the bed. He pulls me to him and presses me down against his neck, cuddling me to him. He gently caresses the back of my neck with a feather light touch that sends pleasurable sensations all through me.
He rolls me over on my side, gets behind me so were spooning, and we both fall asleep instantly.
I awake to find Julian carrying a tray in his hands. I sit up in bed, and he places the tray in my lap. I look down and see a red rose, a glass of orange juice, and an unopened bottle of Advil.
“It will help with the pain,” he smiles. “I suggest you relax today. I’m running you a bath.” He kisses my forehead and leaves.
What pain? I shift and feel the soreness inside me. Oh that pain. A good pain. I smile as I recall last night.
I take Advil and down it with orange juice, and then get up to go to the washroom. Holy cow! It hurts when I walk. I barely make it to the washroom. I pee, and it hurts when I pee. The large hot tub is nearly full, so I wait until it is full, and then I turn the water off. The tub could fit five people comfortably. I get in. Ah that feels good, it’s just the right temperature of warm. I lay and close my eyes as my whole body relaxes.
Shortly after I feel Julian join me in the tub. I open my eyes.
He sits behind me and wraps his body around me. He tenderly kisses the back of my neck.
“Lean forward,” Julian commands.
I lean forward as he instructs. He begins to massage my back with his firm hands, and it feels so good. He kneads my neck, my shoulders, and between my shoulder blades.
“You like that baby,” he whispers into my ear.
“Yes, it feels so good,” I murmur.
He continues to knead my neck, shoulders and between my shoulder blades.
“You are so tense,” he whispers into my ear.
Once my neck and shoulders have loosened, he stops and comes to face me.
We gaze into each other’s eyes and I feel that spark of passion that I felt from the moment I met him, but completely and utterly denied because of Derek.
Julian’s eyes are glowing, warm, and inviting. He caresses my face, kisses me tenderly and then whispers against my lips, “I love you.”
Immediately, I want to say it back, but something stops me. I think of Derek and our life together, but here I am with Julian. It’s like an inner battle I am still fighting.
Julian is gazing at me, waiting for a response, his expression turning to one of concern and anxiety.
There’s that same insecure look again, from the first time we had sex.
“What is it?” I ask, insisting on an answer this time.
“I have strong feelings for you, and I don’t want to lose you now,” he whispers.
I consider this, and I know what he means, I still haven’t completely committed myself to being with him. I have two more months before the contract ends. The thing is I really want to be with him.
“You know if you decided to be with me for the long-term, I would do anything for you. I know Derek didn’t fulfill all your needs, but I would.”
“How do you know?”
“Derek and I were very close friends, he told me about his relationship with you. He told me you wanted children, and he wasn’t ready for that. He told me he just wanted a companion and sexual partner to travel with.”
He strokes my hair and looks into my eyes radiating genuine warmth and care that puts me right at ease. “I would fulfill all your needs. You would be taken care of physically, mentally, emotionally, and if you want to have babies, we could do that.”
I am speechless. What I am to say to all this?
“Just say yes.” There he does it again, Mr. Psychic Mind Reader.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I don’t respond for a time, but I know the answer. Yes.
I think I love him. In all respects he seems better than Derek. For the past few weeks, I’ve been sizing him up, comparing him to Derek, and I see that Julian truly is better than Derek.
Julian gets out of the tub, wraps a towel around his hips, and leaves. Did I offend him?
He comes back carrying a tray. He takes a glass of champagne off the tray and hands it to me. He places a box of Knipschildt truffles, a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries, and a bowl of berries with whipped cream at the side of the hot tub.
“Our breakfast,” Julian explains.
Wow.
“Don’t you have to work?” I ask, but hoping he will stay to enjoy these treats with me.
“My current net worth is $89 billion and counting. I don’t have to work if I don’t feel like it. I work when it suits me.” Julian’s words slide confidently off his lips.
I gape at him. That is an insane amount of money. Hmm…Derek never told me how much he was worth.
“I’m not in the tabloids, because I choose not to be. You would live a quiet, peaceful, and private lifestyle with me.”
He flips through his iPod and smooth jazz starts playing through the wireless speakers placed at various corners around the bathroom.
He grabs the last two items on the tray, a glass of champagne for himself and the champagne bottle in an ice bucket.
“It’s Louis Roederer Cristal 2002 Methuselah.”
I take a sip. It’s delicious.
We gaze into each other’s eyes as he comes back into the hot tub. His eyes pierce into mine. He picks up a chocolate covered strawberry and places it to my lips. I open my mouth, and he pops it into my mouth. As I chew, the fruit and chocolate richness melts on my tongue.
He feeds me another one, and I chew it slowly. I close my eyes and savor the sweet taste.
He feeds me a truffle, the sweetness dissolving and melting on my tongue.
I open my eyes, take a sip of champagne to wash down the sweetness and grab a truffle.
I place it to his lips, he opens his mouth and I pop it in. He chews, swallows and takes a sip of his champagne.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, piercing me with his stare.
The way his eyes pierce into mine, it makes me feel intimidated but at the same time all giddy inside.
“I feel good,” I murmur.
“I mean, how are you feeling down below?”
I completely forgot about the soreness, the warm water seems to have soothed the pain.
“Oh, I think I’m feeling better.”
Julian feeds me another truffle, and I savor it, letting it melt in my mouth. I take another sip of champagne.
Julian pulls me by his side and wraps his arm around me.
“I would do anything for you,” he whispers into my ear. “Just say y
es.”
“I’m still not sure, we hardly know each other.” I whisper.
“What do you need to know baby?” He asks quietly. I sense his disappointment.
What do I need to know? My thoughts are trying to think of all the possible questions I could ask him.
We spend all morning in the hot tub, feeding each other, and finishing off the whole bottle of champagne. I am feeling very tipsy and Julian has to help me out of the hot tub, dry me with a towel, and dress me.
Julian seats me on the couch.
“I’ll be back.” He leaves and within minutes is back holding a tray. He places it on my lap, I look down and see a tall glass of water and two medicine cups each with one pill.
“What are they?” I ask.
He smiles and responds, “Supplements to keep you healthy. I take very good care of the woman I am with, so you better get used to it.”
I swallow the pills and gulp down the whole glass of cool water.
“One of them is an herb that will help prevent any hangover, and the other is a prenatal.”
“A prenatal!” I gasp. “I don’t need that now.”
“Well you will eventually, if you plan on being with me. It’s better to start early.”
His forehead creases suddenly, and he looks concerned, analyzing me.
I stand up and come in front of him. I touch his cheek tenderly. “What are you worried about?” I ask. I meet his eyes, the blue in them so piercing I stop breathing. His eyes are captivating.
“Would you like to see my home?”
“Yes, I’d love to.” That reminds me. I’ve been kept confined against my will for over a month but somehow it doesn’t feel that long.
He takes my hand, intertwines his fingers with mine, and leads me to the room with the keypad lock. He punches a number into the keypad and the door opens.
He enters and stands holding the door open for me. I make my way down the spiraling staircase. Mid-way down the stairs, I halt and stand blinking as I take in the sight. The interior is striking. Ultra-modern, minimalist, expansive, and unlike anything I’ve ever seen in a home.
Besides the high ceilings of about eighty feet high, white quartz floors, white furniture, pools of light from halogens lighting the bright, colorful abstract paintings on the wall, one wall is a fifty feet coral reef aquarium, backlit with dark blue, turquoise, and purple and pink lights filled with the most astonishing array of brightly colored saltwater fish and two miniature dolphins. I stand wide-eyed admiring the beauty of the whole space.
I slowly make my way to the bottom of the stairs, appreciating the view. Derek tugs at my hand eagerly, pulling me through the living room into the main living room. The main living room has floor-to-ceiling windows on all three sides, a glass electric fireplace, a large white Artifort couch, and a Noguchi coffee table with a white Calla Lily flower arrangement.
“Come; you must see my whole home.” His voice is filled with a boyish excitement. Julian shows me the two kitchens of espresso maple, the four dens, the library, the wine cellar, the numerous bedrooms, the numerous bathrooms, the game room, the nightclub, the indoor pool, the gym, the spa, the hair salon, the sauna, the piano room, the art gallery room, and a two hundred seats theater with a Panasonic 3D 152-inch television.
In every room, he glances at me to search for my emotions. I also see his office, which has a Sharp Aquos LED Smart 3D television mounted on the wall, a large desk in the center with a glass touch-screen computer and beside it a Venus Flytrap plant. The office is surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the gorgeous snow-powdered expanse of mountains and trees outside.
Every single room in the home shares one thing in common; they are sleek, sterile, minimalist, polished, and elegant. It’s all very breathtaking.
As I stand in the office, my head spinning, I finally utter my first words.
“How big is this home?” I squeak.
“It’s 88,000 square feet,” Julian says proudly. “$120 million baby.”
Holy fuck! That’s expensive and who needs that much room? Apparently Julian does.
Sure, I am impressed, as I stand considering all that has happened over the past months, I also consider how my life would be like if I were totally committed to Julian. Over the month and a half we have spent together, he has proven himself attentive, romantic, caring, warm, sensitive, and ever the gentleman. Not to be forgotten, of course, is that he is an alpha male who violently stole me away from another man, but I think I love him.
Julian comes in front of me, strokes my face tenderly with one hand, tenderly gazing into my eyes, his other hand clasping the back of my neck.
“What’s going on inside that little head of yours?” He asks, his eyes glittering.
“Your home is beautiful,” I whisper.
“I thought you would like it,” he responds. “You know this will all be yours if you commit yourself to me.” Julian takes my hand and tenderly kisses the dorsal.
He pushes back a strand of my hair behind my ear, kissing my ear. “I love you very much.” His hot breath against my ear sends a shiver down my spine. The sweet words of this insanely wealthy alpha male melt me like ice on a boiling hot day.
CHAPTER TWENTY
“Come; let’s have some tea and snacks in the living room.” Julian tugs at my hand and I hurry along behind him as he marches into the living room surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows.
Julian seats me on the white couch, takes a glass iPad from off the coffee table and taps on the screen. Natalia immediately appears on the screen.
“Yes sir, what may I get you?”
“I’d like snacks and tea,” Julian commands.
“Right away sir,” she replies meekly.
Within minutes, Natalia has brought us a platter of various snacks; fruit, nuts, caviar and crackers, and Mighty Leaf White Orchard tea and places it on the coffee table.
As we sit, nibbling and sipping away, Julian explains how the home was built. He explains that all the entrances to the home have a fingerprint and eye-scanning door lock, all the walls and windows are bulletproof, and the home has a commercial security system, the same kind corporations and banks use. There is also a panic room against terrorist attacks. He explains that all his one hundred and twenty-one residences around the world have the same technology and security. He explains that he has armed security guards on call at all times.
“Wow that is a lot of security measures.” I murmur.
Julian hands me a cup of tea. “I want you to feel 100% safe and well-protected.”
“Oh and I carry a tranquilizer gun with me at all times,” Julian adds as he gazes at me, gauging my reaction, his eyes burning.
“Why?” I gasp.
“I know how ruthless this world is baby.”
“What do you mean?” I inquire further.
“There are things that I know, that if you knew, you wouldn’t believe in a God. There is some real evil on this planet.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I am part of a very powerful secret society, I know exactly what is going on behind all the media bullshit.”
Oh yes, keep forgetting that. “But there’s also a lot of good on the planet, like saints, holy people, missionaries…”
“No one is to be trusted, even those who appear good,” Julian interrupts me.
“I think you are wrong.”
“Don’t argue with me princess.”
“So you don’t trust anyone?” I ask as a take a sip of tea.
“No.”
“Do you trust me?” I murmur.
“Yes I trust you,” Julian gazes into my eyes.
“I thought you trust no one?”
“I trust you because you trust me. You’ve earned my trust.” Julian takes a bite of cracker with caviar and takes a sip of tea. “I’ve learned that trust needs to be earned. It is not something to take lightly and give away freely,” Julian says quietly.
“You’ve earned my trust as well,
” I whisper, gazing at Julian.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Julian’s eyes burn into mine and his jaw clenches. “Because there are so many things I want to do to you.”
Julian holds my face in his hand, and begins to kiss me tenderly. Just his kiss gets me going. I get damp down below, and my need for him grows strong. Julian gently places his hand on my throat and whispers, “I want to be your master.”
“You mean BDSM?”
“Yes, exactly.” Julian pierces me with his stare. “I want you to comply with everything I tell you to do in the bedroom.”
“I can do that,” I murmur. “It turns me on being a submissive.”
“I know it does,” Julian says as he takes another bite of cracker and caviar. “Women are wired to want a submissive role during sex.”
I take a sip of tea as I consider the fact that I always like the pleasing, submissive role.
A moment of silence passes, and nothing is heard but the cold wind outside hissing as it forcefully whirls around the snow and blows it against the windows and then Julian adds, “But most of all, I want to ravish you.”
“Ravish me?”
“Consensual forced sex role play,” Julian explains as he eyes me, scanning my face for my emotional response.
I whip my eyes to his. “You mean rape?”
Julian nods, still carefully gauging my reaction. “I want to rape you, but with your permission first,” Julian whispers almost inaudibly.
I swallow. My brow creases. “Okay we can try it,” I murmur. “Does this really turn you on?”
“Yes, it’s the only thing that really turns me on,” Julian’s voice is measured.
I wonder why.
“It’s about power and control,” Julian says abruptly, as usual reading my thoughts. “I need power and control, I can’t just make love, I want to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
I nearly gasp. Fuck me until I can’t walk. Oh my. I get damp down below. I feel my insides clench in anticipation. That is so hot.
“We can try that,” I murmur, trying to hide my excitement.
“Out of the bedroom I will spoil you beyond your wildest dreams. I will make heaven on earth for you.” Julian smiles warmly. “How does that sound to you?”
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