by Harper West
I smiled. "Good girl."
"Don't call me that."
"Oh, but I plan to call you that plenty. It's part of the arrangement, you see. When you're good, I'll tell you so. And when you're bad, well. I'm sure you'll find out."
Her scowl just got worse and she folded her arms. "I'm not your pet, Killian."
"No, you're almost officially my wife. Which reminds me, we should set a date to go to the courthouse and get this taken care of officially. The sooner the better, don't you think? Maybe the end of the month, so we can keep track of the time easier."
"I'll be counting down the days," she grumbled, and I didn't doubt she would.
I looked at Ash, amused at her irritation. Eventually she'd learn to like me, or it would be a long year. I wasn't really sure what it was about me that offended her so much.
"Do you want to do a trial run?" I asked.
"What?"
"A trial run. To make sure we're... compatible." I eyed her up and down, lingering on her curves and the way her outfit hugged them. "I don't think it'll be a problem, but we might as well know now."
"That wasn't in the contract," she said. “Are you suddenly having regrets in your choice of me?”
I laughed, low and amused. "Ashlyn, not every decision will be in the contract, and make no mistake, I am very attracted to you."
Her cheeks went pink, and it was a very good look on her. I decided to press my luck, and I put the contract down on the table, stalking closer to her slowly. "In fact," I said. "It's definitely the opposite. I like how fiery you are. I like how you aren't going to just roll over and obey me. Like you said, you're not my pet. I'm not in the market for one."
She held my gaze, but the blush didn't go away, and she let me get right up in her personal space before she stepped backwards. The door was the only place to go, though, and her back ended up against it, leaving her trapped between it and me.
"T-that's not what the contract made it seem like."
"I'll have to show you," I said. I closed the remaining distance and tipped her face up with two fingers under her chin, using our height difference to my advantage. I waited for her to tell me to fuck off, but she didn't, so I leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss.
It started chaste and gentle, because I was sure she was going to hit me, so when she started kissing me back, I was surprised, but pleased.
It seemed she was already starting to understand how this was going to go. Good.
I pushed her back so she was pressed against the door and kissed her like I meant it, lips working against hers. I nipped at her bottom lip with my teeth, and when she gasped softly, I pushed my tongue into her mouth, tasting her.
Heat built between us, and I rested one hand on her side, sliding it down and back until I could grab her ass and pull her forward until she was flush with me.
Her body was warm and pliable, surprisingly so. Maybe she was the sort who liked to follow someone else's lead and she just didn't know it. Maybe this wouldn't be so difficult after all.
Just when I was getting into the rhythm of the kiss, she turned the tables on me, biting down on my tongue hard. I hissed and jerked back, not at all surprised to see the smug look on her face.
"I'm not that easy," she snapped, but her face was still flushed.
"Hm, I think that's debatable," I replied. "How long has it been since you've been with someone? Six months? A year? I bet you're desperate for a good fuck."
Ash rolled her eyes. "You have such an overinflated opinion of yourself. I came here to get my check, and that's it."
But she still wasn't pulling away. The minute she said no, I'd let her go and send her home, but until then, I was going to see what I could get away with. It was just the kind of person I was, and it seemed like the best way to get to know what Ash liked without having to ask her and deal with her attitude.
So I smirked and moved in like I was going to kiss her mouth again, only to detour to her neck at the last second. I pressed a line of kisses down the side of her neck, dragging my tongue over her pulse point.
I could feel it jumping there, under my lips, and I knew she was getting turned on.
She worked to hold back the little noises she wanted to make, but that was fine. There were other ways to get her to loosen up for me.
I let her go and my hand found its way to her front, sliding down her stomach through her clothes until I was right over her crotch. I could feel the heat coming off of her, and I knew she would be wet if I were to dip my fingers into her pussy.
I worked my hand between her legs and cupped her sex through her jeans, and Ash seemed like she couldn't help the little moan that spilled from her lips. I considered it a triumph.
"You don't have to make this difficult," I told her. "I want to make you feel good. It's not all about me. We can both enjoy this year."
She swallowed hard and turned her head, and I was rapidly figuring out that she was the kind of person who had never made anything easy in her life. Maybe the money was the motivation for all of this, but there could be more to enjoy if she let herself.
I let her crotch go and reached up to touch her face once more. "You're very pretty," I told her, smiling. "You have such full, soft lips. I bet they'd look amazing wrapped around my cock."
I stroked her mouth with my thumb, letting it sit against her bottom lip for a second. I could see every movement of her face, and the way she looked when she swallowed again.
She wanted it. I could tell. She just didn't want to want it.
I pressed my thumb forward, letting it slip between her lips. "Do you want to suck my cock, Ash? Do you want to have it in your mouth, between your lips? Fucking down your throat?"
My voice dipped into that low, seductive register that women had a hard time resisting. I wouldn't have been surprised if Ashlyn was an exception, but from the way she was trembling just a bit, I didn't think she was.
"I think you do want it," I continued. "You just get off on being difficult. That's fine, too. I like difficult women. It's all the better when I finally make them give in."
"As if you could," she finally said, eyes burning when she looked at me. I smirked and pushed my thumb further into her mouth.
"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what I can make you do," I said. "Get on your knees." I stepped back, giving her room to do what I said, even though I knew she wouldn't.
I wasn't disappointed. She stood there, glaring at me, not moving. "Make me," she snapped, and I grinned.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
Chapter 5
Killian
My hand shot forward, and I grabbed a handful of her hair, tangling my fingers in it firmly. I gave a strong yank, and she cried out, coming forward when I pulled. I used my hold like a leash to force her down onto the floor on her knees, and this time she went like an obedient girl, even though she was glaring up at me with lust blown eyes.
For all her complaining and defiance, she was turned on.
"There," I said, grinning down at her. "That's so much better, isn't it? You know, there's something to be said for defiance. It makes it that much sweeter when I force you to obey."
"You can't force me to do anything," she growled, but she was still looking at me like she wanted me to fuck her. I knew she wasn't ever going to admit that she wanted this, and that was fine. I didn't need her to admit it. I just needed her to let me take what I wanted.
I called it a trial run because I wanted to see how much work it was going to be to get her to be the partner I needed, and I wanted to see if we were sexually compatible at all. That part I hadn't worried as much about. She was attractive and clearly eager to get laid, even if she seemed like she'd rather die than tell me that.
"We'll see," I said, still grinning. "Open your mouth for me."
Of course, it stayed closed.
I kept one hand fisted in her hair and used the other one to work open the fly on my jeans, pushing my pants down enough that I could free my cock from my boxe
rs.
It was half hard already, just from the kissing and seeing that look on her face, and I watched Ash as she went from staring up at me to looking at my cock.
The tip of that pink tongue darted out, and she licked her lips, probably without even realizing she'd done it. That told me all I really needed to know.
I gripped the base of my shaft, hissing a little at the sensation, then dragged her in closer until she was on eye level with my dick.
"Are you sure you don't want it?" I asked her, stroking myself slowly. "You don't want my hot, hard cock filling that pretty little mouth of yours? You don't want the weight of it on your tongue, pressing back to your throat? You don't want me to fuck that gorgeous face until you're a mess?"
Her lips parted and she was breathing harder, clearly affected by my words. She watched my hand as it moved up and down over my shaft like she was hypnotized by it.
It probably had been a while since she'd last gotten laid, and while I was definitely going to make sure she was satisfied once all the ink was dry on our marriage papers, I wanted to show her who was boss today. So she'd remember going forward.
I guided my cock to her mouth, rubbing the head against her petal soft lips for a second. I could feel her breath ghosting over my skin, and it made me shiver a bit in anticipation. Her mouth would be hot and wet, and it had been at least a month since the last time someone had sucked my cock and sucked it well.
Maybe I was pent up a little, too.
I tightened my fingers in Ash's hair even more, and she whined softly, glancing up at me again. She hadn't told me to go fuck myself or to let her go, and I was using that as proof that she wanted this. The desire was clear in her eyes, she just wasn't going to make it easy for me.
I did love a challenge.
"Open your mouth," I said again, voice dipping down to something smoky and low with my arousal.
This time she obeyed, parting her lips wider and letting the tip of her tongue flick out to lick the head of my cock.
I groaned but rewarded her by feeding her the rest of it slowly.
"See?" I said. "I knew you could be obedient if you wanted to. I knew you were a good girl. Either that or you're just desperate for cock, and either way, I'll take it."
It was dangerous, taunting her while the most sensitive part of me was in her mouth and close to her teeth, and I hissed when she let her teeth scrape over my cock lightly.
A reminder that she wasn't as docile as I claimed, apparently.
I grinned down and her and shoved the rest of my cock in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.
I expected her to gag and cough, but aside from a little spluttering from the surprise, she didn't falter. No gag reflex, then. This just got better and better.
I could feel her swallowing around me, and I held her in place for a long moment, making her hold me in my mouth, right up against her throat until I decided she could move. It was a power play, pure and simple, and she squirmed there on her knees, glaring and pulling against my hold.
Finally I released her, and she pulled off my cock, gasping for air. "Asshole," she muttered, and I just smirked, waiting to see what she was going to do next.
She had her freedom. She could easily get up and walk out, leaving me there with a hard cock. But she surprised me, wrapping her own hand around the base of my cock and leaning in to lick a hot stripe up the shaft from base to tip.
Before I could say anything, she had fit it back into her mouth and was practically swallowing me whole.
My mouth was open, but no sound came out, and all I could do was stand there while she sucked my cock. Her head bobbed up and down, and she made it wet and sloppy, licking and slurping at me like I was some kind of delicious treat.
She sucked on the head and then made her way back down, going further and further until her nose was pressed to my pelvis, buried in the short hairs there.
And she held it, showing off, obviously, while she deep throated my cock like a pro.
When she pulled off, there was a string of saliva connecting my cock to her mouth, and she didn't wipe it away.
Her lips were shiny and red, and it was a damned good look for her. I was half tempted to haul her to her feet and kiss her before throwing her over the back of the couch to fuck her right then and there.
I had plenty of time for all that. We would be married for a year, and I'd made my expectations about our sex life very clear. She'd still signed the contract, which meant she agreed to my terms. It was going to be an interesting year to say the least.
For the moment, though, her mouth was right there, and she was going back for more, clearly determined to show me she wasn't the one to be bossed around for long. She was taking control of the situation, and I was content to let her right then, if only because it meant I was getting my dick sucked.
Eventually I'd get her in some restraints, and we'd see how long her defiance lasted.
I moaned her name when she swallowed me down once more, and she hummed in response, sending those vibrations up through my cock until they were tickling at my core.
It had been a while, and I knew it wasn't going to take long for me to lose it for her. Already the pleasure was building, spreading from my center out and down, and the feeling of that hot, velvety mouth around my cock was just too good.
She sucked me faster, gulping down air when she could. Her head bobbed and the apartment was filled with the sound of wet sucking, only adding to the ambiance of it.
I groaned for her, hips bucking forward, and she took it, letting me bury myself deep in her throat until there was almost a bulge there.
Oh god, I wanted to wreck this woman. I wanted to use her and take her apart until she was nothing more than a wet, sweaty mess, covered in my come and hers.
That thought was going to take me over the edge, I knew it, and so I used the last bit of my reasoning to seize control once more, grabbing her hair again and dragging her off my cock.
She gasped and stared up at me, confused, while I fisted my cock, using precome and her saliva to slick the way.
I was already so close, and I worked my hand faster and faster until I was ready to spill. With a muted swear I was coming, and I aimed right for that pretty face, wanting to see how she looked with her face splattered with my come.
My release shot out in messy jets, splashing over her lips and chin while I pumped myself through it. She inhaled sharply in surprise but couldn't jerk away with me holding her in place.
When I had squeezed the last bits of my come out of my now softening dick, I let her go and stepped back.
Just like I'd thought, she looked damn good. She looked like she was mine, and once again I was tempted to get her on a flat surface so I could fuck her. It would take some time before I was ready to go again, and I didn't want to push my luck too much.
We could afford to start out slow. Plus, I had to see how angry she was going to be with me for coming on her face.
She was glaring, but there was a slightly dazed look on her face, like she was in a lust-fueled haze, and I wondered how wet she would be if I checked between her legs.
"You look good like that," I told her, pulling my pants up and tucking my cock away.
"Fuck you," she said. "You're such a dick."
"I think you like that about me," I teased. "After all, you were the one swallowing my cock like it was water in the desert."
Ash opened her mouth like she had a rebuttal, but then didn't say anything, instead just glaring at me like that said it all. Maybe it did.
I reached out a hand to help her up, and she rolled her eyes, ignoring it in favor of getting up on her own. She looked a mess, and I was amused at the thought of sending her back to the car like that.
Anyone who passed her would know she belonged to someone in the building, and it probably wouldn't be hard to guess who.
"Where's your bathroom?" she asked, and I pointed her to it. It would be better to let her clean up.
She stomped off
, slamming the door when she went in.
I laughed to myself and picked up the contract once more, flipping through it. I'd get it to my lawyer and then contact someone at City Hall about getting a marriage license.
In just a couple of weeks, I'd be well on my way to getting my money. My mother wouldn't be pleased, and giving up half of it wasn't ideal, but it was better than having none of it. With the right investments, it would double in no time. I wasn't worried about that.
For the first time in a while it felt like I was getting my life on the right track, and there was a satisfaction to it that I enjoyed.
Ash came out of the bathroom, damp but clean. I smiled at her, which only seemed to make her more prickly.
"If you want to stay and take care of yourself, feel free," I said. "I'd love to watch. I'm curious about how you handle that sort of thing."
"You're disgusting," she said. "I'm not doing that in front of you."
I shrugged. "Eventually I'll see it one way or another, you know. It's in the contract."
"’It's in the contract,’" she repeated, mimicking me. "Is there a clause in the contract about what happens if I punch you in the face?"
"No, but that's just a part of marriage, isn't it? I'll probably deserve it."
She sighed and shook her head, running fingers through her hair. "I don't understand you."
"The lovely thing about that, Ash, is you have a whole year to work on it."
"Great," she groaned. "I can't wait."
Chapter 6
Ash
I didn't know what to do with myself when I drove home from Killian's apartment all wet and turned on. I hadn't been expecting that little 'trial run' or whatever he wanted to call it, but I probably should have been.
He wanted to see if we had chemistry, and it seemed like we did. He was annoying and arrogant and depraved, but he had a nice cock, and I went home that evening and went straight for my bedroom to touch myself and use my vibrator to get off. I couldn't help it. I was too turned on to think even, and it was all his fault.