“You are perfect,” Padraic says. I didn’t expect that to be his breathless confession.
Frankly, I don’t see how he could be right, either. I can’t be perfect. I’m a wreck in every sense of the word. If I weren’t a wreck, I wouldn’t have sold my hand in marriage to a crazy-eyed billionaire with a powerful, dominating cock that he just shoved into my mouth, which he then used for his pleasure. There are no feelings between us or in this arrangement, and it certainly isn’t perfect.
My heart pounds, fearful that Padraic will detect that he struck a nerve and use that to some cruel advantage. This man clearly likes having total control over everything in his world. Here, I’m powerless. More than I’ve ever been.
“I don’t want to force you to make love,” he says, gazing down on me from a towering height that he must understand intimidates me. My chest lurches uncertainly. “But we have a contract. Get up.”
His voice is serious, but not cruel. And deep. I’ve never met a man whose voice naturally booms like that. Everything about Padraic oozes power. And as much as I feel powerless and small, as much as I want to hate him, for some reason, I can’t.
What would make a regular human being like anyone else build up so many walls around themselves and become such a stiff, unbreakable thing?
I rise to my feet slowly, maintaining steady eye contact with him because it’s the only power that I have left. I watch his Adam’s apple moving slowly, perhaps nervously. He’s so much taller than any man I’ve been with and much more fit too,judging by the breadth of his shoulders and powerful chest muscles. I shouldn’t be thinking about that.
“This will be much easier for us both if I take you from behind,” he says, eyes glazing over with an impenetrable chill. “There will be no mistake that this is nothing more than fulfilling a duty.”
His eyes flicker over my body in a look that feels derisive and judgmental. My stomach tightens in a knot. I feel more objectified than I have at any moment in my life, wrapped up in bridal lingerie as an arranged partner for a deranged billionaire who bought me and my debts. Consenting to something like this shouldn’t be allowed, but here I am, ready to do everything in my power to start fresh.
“Understood,” I whisper in the soft tone I suspect my new husband wants to hear. He took the same vows that I did. He must want to be here, even if he acts so… strange. Withdrawn. Like he thinks opening up would kill him.
“Turn around,” Padraic commands. I realize everything about this lingerie has been designed for a special purpose. I turn around, putting more of my body on display for him. I’ve never shown myself off to a stranger like this. My nipples tighten and press against the fabric, initially as a nervous reaction until rubbing against the silky corsetry stimulates me.
I feel a swish of motion behind me and then warmth. He cups my ass and then squeezes. Pain sears through me along with a gush ofsomethingas having this unfamiliar man grope me that sends a variety of emotions surging through me. His hands are firm and strong. More weathered than I would expect for a billionaire who presumably never leaves his office. I shudder as his hands move in further exploration across my ass cheeks and his thumb dips into the crease of my ass and slit, purposefully examining me.
I remain stiff and compliant for him, letting this young and dangerously hot billionaire grope me like his personal, prized possession.
“My brother didn’t think I enjoyed thicker women,” he murmurs. I wonder if the words spill from him more easily because we aren’t facing each other. I feel his breath on my neck and then his body getting closer to mine.
“It’s nothing I’m familiar with,” he whispers. This time, I feel as if his lips are brushing against my neck. “I’ve never seen a woman with so much flesh all over. And certainly not this shade of mahogany…”
My thighs squeeze together involuntarily. A gush soaks out of me, probably ruining the white panty portion of the lingerie get-up.What the hell is wrong with me?Breathing slowly doesn’t help. I can’t feel any oxygen coming in. I’m too frozen. At that precise moment, Padraic’s lips meet my neck.
“My black wife,” he whispers. “I’m going to bend you over our marital bed and take exactly what’s mine…”
His words tickle my neck and I wish they didn’t turn me on because there’s something so dark and charged in what he says that the trickling down my legs feels like some kind of unbelievably cruel self-betrayal.
Padraic’s fingers deftly untie the silk bows pinning my corset to my back. I can feel tense sweat building up at the nape of my neck as he unfastens the tight lingerie his maids dressed me in strictly for the billionaire’s pleasure. I can feel his hands brushing lightly along my spine.
Fear tightens in my chest as he gets closer to exposing more of me, but I can’t help breathing more deeply when the tightest part of the corset loosens under the deft work of Padraic’s fingers. Once he exposes my bare dark brown skin, he reaches out to touch me with a bare hand. A sound like a low growl emits from the bottom of Padraic’s throat.
A chill runs down my spine all the way to my core and the embarrassing wetness between my legs gushes again. Then I feel another kiss on my shoulder and the tension I feel gets worse. It surprises me entirely that Padraic notices how tense I feel – or any of my feelings.
“Relax,” he whispers. “It won’t hurt… I’m sure you’ve had sex before…”
Finally, the corset is entirely loose and Padraic slides the entire accoutrement clinging to my slick body all the way to the ground. He inhales sharply and I wish it were easy for me to interpret the sound as either positive or negative. I freeze, not wanting to displease him, which would make this entire situation even more humiliating than it is already.
“You are beautiful,” he murmurs. Padraic’s hands reach around the front of my body and he grabs my breasts, holding them in his hands and relieving the weight on my chest and back, not like that’s his intention. Padraic’s fingers find my nipples and send another surge of pleasure straight through my core again as he touches and teases my breasts.
The breasts which now belong to him fully. His lips find my neck quickly after his fingers touch my nipples. The stimulation forces a moan out of me that I don’t expect. This unfortunately rouses him so much that one hand leaves my breast and travels straight down past the front of my underwear and between my lower lips. I squirm and then I moan as Padraic’s fingers immediately find my clit and he knowsexactlyhow to rub me…
Chapter Seven
Padraic
Her pussy is so soft, slippery wet and smells delicious, I can tell. I want Cullen to know that although I feel impatient to sample the soft wet slit that I purchased. Her pussy drips all over my fingertips while I rub her soft clit, and I kiss Cullen’s neck while I touch her and caress her softness until she gets close to the edge. I can feel her resistance to climaxing, but that’s not what I want.
I need her to finish. Cullen pushes her hips back, biting back a moan as I hit a spot on her pussy that must feel so sweet. She can’t avoid exposing herself to me like this, no matter how hard she tries. I kiss her neck and push her closer to the edge, forcing her to physically acknowledge that I’m the one in control.
My rigid bare cock pressing against Cullen’s thigh serves as fair warning about what’s coming next. Her pussy dribbles and drips with desire as she finally lets loose and moans out loud drawing even closer.