He gives me a deep, wet kiss before looking down at me as his finger shoves in with more force this time.
“I need it, baby. I’ll fuck you so good and so hard, put my mark on you so deep, that all those fuckers who come sniffing around you will know you belong to someone.”
His thumb swipes over my clit. I arch my back in response, my breath whooshing out of me.
“They’ll know you belong to me.”
He pulls his finger out of my pussy, making a whimper fall from my mouth, before bringing it up to my breast and encircling it around my nipple.
“They’ll know these soft as fuck tits have been made for my hands.” His mouth lowers and he sucks my nipple glistening with my juices so hard his cheeks hollow. “Made for my mouth.”
He groans at the taste before opening his mouth wider and trying to fit my whole breast into it, his tongue imprisoning my nipple against the roof of his mouth.
“This perfect body is made for my pleasure. And you’re going to let me use it any way I see fit, aren’t you, baby?”
His hands tighten in my hair. He uses his hold to bring my head up, his lips crashing down on mine before I have a chance to answer.
“Say yes, Clarissa.” He breathes the words into my mouth, his firm hold keeping me captive. “Please, God, say yes.”
“Yes,” I whisper, my breath mingling with his, taking his exhale into my lungs and absorbing it into my bloodstream.
He gives me another kiss before laying my head back on the pillow. Getting up from the bed, he starts taking the rest of his clothes off in a hurry that is both flattering and frightening. He sees the emotions rolling on my face and in the next instant his body is covering mine and he’s holding the sides of my face in the palm of his hands, his eyes boring into mine.
“We’ll take it slow, baby. We have all the time in the world,” he reassures me as he places a gentle kiss on my forehead.
I pull him down to my lips and he lovingly sips at them as his hands roam down the side of my body, thrusting a finger inside me and swirling it around. He groans against my mouth before removing his finger and positioning his cock at the entrance to my body.
He starts to push in slowly, and I’m so wet and slippery that he slides right in until he hits my barrier. He pauses and looks down at me before thrusting a little so that I can feel the skin inside stretching but not enough to break it.
“You feel me, baby?” he asks as he gives another shallow thrust against my virginity.
“James.” His name is a breathless whisper as I try to make sense of all the sensations shooting through my body, the slight pinch and the incredible pressure.
He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and pulls out of me before grabbing me and flipping to his back so I’m straddling him, my legs on either side of his waist. “You test my control so badly, Clarissa.”
His hands clench on my waist before he drags me up against his hard cock lying on his stomach, the underside brushing against my folds. He thrusts up and the head of his cock rubs against my clit. I throw my head back and shout out in pleasure.
“That’s it. Use me. Use my cock for your pleasure. I was made for you, Clarissa. Just as you were made for me.”
I start to rock slowly on top of him, up and down his cock so every upstroke hits my clit and sends sparks up my spine.
“Baby, put me inside you. Do it now,” James demands after a few strokes, his eyes focused on where he and I are intimately touching.
I take his cock in my hand and rise up, holding it upright so my opening kisses his slit. Taking a deep breath, I plunge down on him in one forceful move, taking him all the way inside until he is sheathed completely and my ass is flush with his groin. My loud shout mixes with his harsh growl and bounces off the walls of the room.
“Fucking hell, firecracker! What happened to going slow?” he asks in a strained voice, his head thrown back on the pillow, the corded muscles of his neck on display. His eyes are closed, and it looks like he’s holding his breath, his hands at my waist keeping me still.
But I can’t even think about moving right now as my insides pulse in waves around his length, the fierce ache tearing me apart. “I thought I would do it quick. Like ripping off a Band-Aid,” I grit out as I try to breathe through the pain.
He opens his eyes and looks up at my words, giving a shake of his head before his hands move to my lower back and exert a slight pressure. “Shh. Come here, baby. Let me kiss and suck on you.” He pulls me forward and I go eagerly, wanting him to take the pain away, to distract me with his touch.
As soon as I lean forward, the angle changes and my clit presses against his groin, making me gasp and clench around him. James curses and pulls me against his chest to kiss me. I want more of the delicious feeling of his pelvis bone rubbing against my swollen nub so I break the kiss and grab the headboard with both hands to lean over him, pressing down with more force.
James lifts his head and sucks one of my breasts hanging over his mouth while he palms the other and plays with my nipple, tweaking and twisting it. He does this for a long time while I move side to side on his cock, stimulating my clit, before he leans me back and looks me in the eyes as his hand goes to the base of his cock. One finger swipes at the few drops of blood that pooled out of my pussy and are smeared on my inner thighs.
“I have your virgin blood on my cock, firecracker. No one can take you from me now,” he growls in an animalistic tone, his expression fiercely possessive.
I catch the satisfaction in his eyes a moment before he is flipping me to my back and looming over me, his cock still buried deep.
“You’re the axis my universe revolves around, Clarissa,” he says as he pulls out slowly, dragging his cock through my folds before pushing back in again, just as slowly. “When you’re not around me, it feels like I can’t breathe.” His slow, steady thrusting doesn’t falter as he pushes his weight on his elbows and looks down at me. “Like the air doesn’t have any oxygen.”
“James…” My eyes start to water, and I pull him closer.
“Like the world doesn’t have any color,” he whispers as he puts his lips to my forehead, his thrusts never slowing, nor picking up speed. “I won’t survive without you. I’m not complete without you. I go crazy when I can’t smell your intoxicating scent.”
“James, please,” I beg, wrapping my legs around his waist and urging him to go faster, overwhelmed by his emotionally charged words.
“No. This is our first time together. The second will be for fucking. This…this is where we make love.” His voice softens on the last two words, becoming reverent as he worships my body with his eyes, his hands, and his cock. “Come just like this. Show me how much you love what I give you.”
He pulls back again before slapping his cock on my clit and then quickly sliding back in.
“Come for me. For me, Clarissa!”
His forceful words and the slap to my throbbing bud sends me over the edge, and I spasm around him. He stops moving inside me, holding completely still as my inner muscles squeeze him.
“Fucking beautiful when you come for me, baby,” he utters, and the familiar words envelop me in warmth.
When I come down to earth, James smiles and kisses me before getting to his knees and leaning back on his haunches, splaying his thighs and pulling me forward so my lower body is on his lap and only my shoulders and head rest on the mattress.
“Now it’s my turn,” he groans as he looks down at where we’re joined before grabbing both my ankles and planting my feet flat on the bed on either sides of his hips.
I’m fully open and exposed to him in this position. He doesn’t take his eyes off my stuffed core as he starts to thrust in and out in rapid jerks, pulling out before he is even fully inside and shoving back in again.
“Look at the way your pussy contracts and expands around my cock. Like it’s alive and wanting me. Needing me. Only me.”
His breathing grows fast, and a light sheen of sweat covers his en
tire body. His muscles tense with frustration as he speeds up even more. My body would move up the bed from the force except for his hold on my inner thighs that keep me securely anchored to him.
“I-I can’t…it’s too much…I need—” The rest of his sentence is cut off in a growl as he leans down and grabs the back of my head with one hand and pulls me up, my chest pressed against his. “Fuck, Clarissa. Please. Fuck, I need…” He trails off as he throws his head back, the veins in his throat turning prominent.
I lean forward and place a light kiss on the place where his neck meets his shoulder, and he thrusts up into me harder.
“Goddammit! Baby, please!” he growls before he puts more pressure on the back of my head with his hand, holding me tightly in place.
I hesitate for a second before I open my mouth and sink my teeth into his skin, right where I kissed him gently a moment ago. But my bite isn’t gentle. Just like there is nothing gentle about the way his entire body jerks right before his cum splashes my walls, marking me inside just as deeply as I marked him on the outside.
He shudders as I unhook my teeth from his skin. I feel more of his cum leak into me as he lowers me to the bed and lies down beside me, his cock still hard and still covered by me.
“My wife. In name and in deed,” he whispers in my ear, his voice rumbling with satisfaction, his arm draped over my stomach and holding me close to him.
I turn toward him and look up at his flushed face, at the way his eyes glow from within, at the reddened skin of his neck where I bit him. I sigh and whisper back, “My husband.”
His cock jumps inside me at the title, making me hiss in pain as it pushes against my confining walls. Now that the pleasure has receded, the soreness of my pussy is making itself known.
“Shh. Easy, baby. I won’t move. I just need to stay inside you.” James rubs his hands up and down my back and ass in long strokes, comforting me.
I burrow closer to him and revel in his musky scent coated with our mutual desire, taking it with me into my dreams.
Chapter 10
Clarissa
The next two weeks pass by in a state of blissful contentment. Each day our bond grows stronger. During the day I work on my novel, and sometimes I go shopping at James’s urging, with Stone or one of his security team members always accompanying me. I buy some new clothes and shoes for myself but mostly look for little trinkets I can decorate our house with. James loves seeing them around and keeps telling me to buy more.
After James comes home from the office, we eat dinner and then relax in the living room, sometimes watching a movie and other times just snuggling and talking. We also make love more than I thought was physically possible. James can’t keep his hands off me, and I can never seem to get my fill of him. Our evenings always end up with us in bed, sweaty and sated.
“I’ll be a little late today, Clarissa,” James calls out as he makes his way to the front door, his briefcase in one hand, fixing his tie with the other.
“All right,” I reply as I continue to edit the last chapter in my novel.
Over these last few weeks, James has made me feel like I can open up to him about everything. He listens attentively whenever I share my plots with him, asks questions, and gives me suggestions. He never ridicules my ideas or shows impatience. Though he does get a little possessive when I’ve spent too much time away from him. He doesn’t like when my attention is diverted and usually comes to the study where I’m working, picks me up, and carries me off to the bedroom. To help me with research, he claims. I don’t complain because afterward I’m left with even more ideas and fantasies to pen down.
Suddenly, the barstool I’m sitting on is spun around and I come face-to-face with James staring down at me, an exasperated look on his face.
“Baby, you’re supposed to whine and pout and ask me to come home early because you’ll miss me,” James tells me, his hands resting on the counter on either side of me.
“Aren’t you going to be late for the office?” I arch my eyebrow, or try to, then give up and settle for simply staring at him with a question in my eyes.
“Give me a kiss first,” he orders.
I roll my eyes and then reach up and tangle my hands in his hair, yanking his mouth down on mine and kissing him passionately. James moans and his arms come up to wrap around me but I break the kiss and pull back.
“I’ll miss you,” I whisper heatedly, my breaths coming out in an uneven rhythm.
“Fuck, baby. I wish I could stay at home today.” His eyes flash with a strange emotion, but it’s gone before I can name it. “I’ll call you at lunch.”
He bends down to pick up his case from the floor at my feet, straightens, and takes a long look at me before turning around and leaving. I stare at his back, feeling unsettled. A few times in the last week, I’ve noticed James becoming suddenly quiet and withdrawn. I’ve asked him if there’s something troubling him, but he always ends up distracting me with his mouth or his body. When he finally lets me up for air, I can no longer remember what my question was.
I turn back to the laptop, but my mind is uneasy and the words blur in front of me. I finally give up after half an hour when I realize I’ve been reading the same line over and over. I shut down the computer and go upstairs and get dressed, recalling that my father asked me to come visit him at the office when I have time. It’s completely unusual for him to call me to see him. I’ve always been the one to approach him in the past and was more often than not given the brush-off; he always claimed he was too busy.
I walk downstairs and see Stone waiting for me at the door. I silently follow him to the car and get inside, my mind churning through the possibilities, wondering what my father wants to talk about.
When I get to the office, I thank Stone and make my way to Dad’s office. His secretary is sitting at her desk outside and waves for me to go in. My unease increases. I knock on my father’s office door and push it open.
He’s sitting in a chair behind his desk, talking on the phone. When he looks up and sees me, he hurriedly makes his excuses and hangs up before standing and coming around the desk to greet me.
“Clarissa.” The hug he gives me is stiff and formal. It feels awkward to me, because Dad has never been the affectionate type.
He grasps my elbow and leads me over to the sofa, sitting down beside me.
Taking both my hands in his, he says, “How are you, dear?”
I pull back a little in shock, and my face must show my shock and distress because he tries to reassure me.
“I know we haven’t talked much since your marriage, and I feel regretful for all the distance that’s built up between us. I want to talk to you and find out how things are going for you.”
“They are, umm, going good. James is really good to me.” My answer is unsure and hesitant, his strange behavior making me nervous.
His eyes harden at the mention of James’s name, and the smile he gives me looks forced. “Good, good. Well, I called you here to talk to you about some business. There are some papers I need you to get signed for me.”
“What kind of papers?” I’m confused because Dad has never involved me in his business dealings.
“Just some business papers.” He avoids looking at me as he gives his vague answer.
“Signed by whom?” I ask.
“By your husband, of course.” He starts to look a little annoyed at my questions.
“James is on the top floor of this building. If you need some papers signed by him, just drop them off with his secretary.”
He fidgets and I start to get a sinking feeling in my chest.
“Dad, what are the papers for?” I ask again.
“They are to authorize a loan, all right!” He stands and goes to his desk, grabbing a sheaf of papers and bringing them to me. “Take them and get them signed by tomorrow.” The papers are thrust into my face aggressively, his stance showing his rising anger.
I don’t make a move to take the papers from him. “Why do you
need a loan from the company?” All his previous debts were paid by James when he took over the company. “You’ve got more debts, don’t you?”
“That’s none of your concern. Just get these damn papers signed!”
“No,” I say, standing up and taking a step back from him.
“What did you say?” he asks, his face twisted into a fierce scowl.
“James gave you this position when he didn’t have to. He could have evicted you from the company for good. He doesn’t owe you anything. But you have this office and a hefty salary, and it’s still not enough for you.”
“Don’t talk like he’s done me any favors. This is my company, and he has stolen it from me!” His voice is loud and he’s breathing heavily.
“It’s not your company anymore. James has done more for this company and its people in months than you were able to do in years.” I clench my hands at my sides, frustration and disappointment warring inside me. I thought Dad would finally start to recognize his mistakes and we would be able to move on from this. But he’s so focused on only himself, he doesn’t have any concern for others.
“How dare you! You’re just like your mother! Taking the side of the enemy and betraying your own family,” he sneers.
“He is not the enemy, Dad. He’s my husband, and I love him.” I try to reason with him, but I should have known it would be useless. My father never cared for emotions; he was always too busy running after money.
“Love?” he scoffs. “Love is for fools. It weakens you. Money is what gives you strength and power.”
“No, it doesn’t. And Mom was not a weak, foolish woman. She was the strongest woman I know and she loved you. If only you had seen that,” I whisper in a low voice, the energy draining out of me. He will never listen, never bend.
I’m so absorbed in the utter misery and defeat I feel that I don’t sense the presence of someone else in the room until strong arms wrap around me from behind. A familiar warmth and peace steals through my soul. I know immediately who it is. I only feel this way with one man. I turn and bury my face in James’s jacket, my arms going around his waist.
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