"Why, darling girl," Thomas purred, "you're wrapped up so prettily for me."
Suddenly, Lauren felt herself twist and land on her back, her new husband looming over her and sliding down her body. Williams bent his head and breathed against the wet panel of the girl's fancy undies, enjoying her shudder as the warm air pushed against her pussy. Her little sigh ended in a startled yelp as her diabolical husband nipped one silky lip, just a bit, and the thin skin of her inner thigh.
She tensed, suddenly remembering who this dark, beautiful bastard was and that he was drawing down that scrap of silk that protected her girl parts from his scrutiny. She hated this man! He threatened her, he said he would kill- "Oh! Oh, my GOD what are you DOING?" She could feel his shoulders shake with laughter against her thighs, spread wide suddenly, and her lean muscles tensing as he placed his mouth on her. After pointing his tongue and sliding it between her swelling lips, Thomas circled her channel, making Lauren gasp and twitch when he suddenly pressed it up inside her. Halfway coming to her senses, the girl put her hands in his thick hair, disordered into the beginning of what would be lovely curls if the man didn't keep his hair so short.
"Wh- wait- I..." She'd had several drinks, Lauren thought dazedly - well over her usual limit - but if she let him do this... sheknewwhat was happening, she would never be able to pretend she didn't agree because Thomas said he wasn't a rapist so if she said "no" he'd stop and then... Her wild thoughts began swirling sluggishly when her husband removed his face from her pussy - an action Lauren noted with some regret - and looked up at her with a devilish glint in his beautiful eyes. Not cold and pale as always, Williams's eyes were cobalt. Like the sea just before a storm.
Those eyes were knowing, damn him. Thomas rested his wet chin on her pubic bone and looked up at her in amusement. "Why baby, aren't you enjoying yourself? Do let me take care of you. I'll make you feel so." He placed a kiss at the top of her wet slit, grinning at Lauren's squeal. "Much." This kiss was lower and included his tongue, which swirled around her hard, little clitoris. Then, Thomas's voice lowered to a growl as he purred, "Better..." then fastening his lips around the little nub and sucking.
Lauren could feel the darkness creeping in from the sides of her vision, making her gaze on the top of her husband's head with laser precision. The light shining off his dark hair, the pleased little groan he made with the utterly scandalous slurping sounds of his lips and tongue invading all the secret parts of her - closed off and hidden away from other men - the boys, really that she'd dated in high school and college. How had this man- this terrible man had so easily demolished her defenses and swept them away as easily as her panties?
"Oh! Oh, GOD! Please don't... um..." Damn him! Lauren could feel her orgasm start at the base of her spine, in her legs, shaking as they tried to tighten against the barrier of this man with his face buried between them. She'd never come before, aside from her own hand, nervous and uncomfortable but loving the warmth and how her muscles twisted and twitched under his hateful, certain mouth. It wasn't a shock to her that this beautiful, terrifying man knew his way around a woman's private parts. And she was so close- just let him and maybe later she could ask him questions about-
"Mr. Williams?" The driver's voice was calm, carefully neutral, "We've arrived, sir."
Easily pulling down her skirt and helping his dazed bride upright, Thomas regally answered, "Very well. Thank you, Stevens."
He looked his usual self, the handsome, urbane Number Two, graciously escorting his unsteady bride out of the Mercedes and sending The Corporation driver on his way. But as Thomas hustled Lauren up the stairs and through his decorous, shiny black front door, his mind was seething with scenarios and trying to plot out the evening.Let's be honest,he thought, looking at her flushed cheeks with wry amusement,the girl is a wild card.Even the "good girls" had thrown themselves at Williams over the years. But he rarely wasted time on a woman who didn't know exactly what she was in for when she said 'yes' to him. And he'd promised this sweet girl he wouldn't force her, even though the more feral part of him was beginning to regret that assurance. So it was, perhaps, a bit out of character for Thomas to shut the door and then pin his bride against it with the hard length of his body, pulling her arms above her head and holding them in his long fingers. Forcing himself to be still for a moment, Williams noted her wide lavender eyes and rapid heartbeat. And also, with great satisfaction, that she didn't look away from his intent gaze or flinch when his mouth descended on hers again. In fact, Lauren moaned quite sweetly when his free hand traveled down to take hold of her thigh and hoist her aggressively against his hips and the hard press of his cock.
"So lovely, little girl..." Williams crooned, kissing along her jawline and luxuriously moving his pelvis against his wife's damp center. "I want to see you in our bed, hair spread out across the pillows, coming for me and as beautiful as you were that night, playing your cello and speaking so passionately of Bob Marley." For one, terrible second he thought he'd miscalculated and reminded his sweet captive of their arrangement. Lauren pulled back searching his face with her mouth wet and open. He thought she was beautiful when sheplayed?
Men had often complimented Lauren, aware of her father's sizeable wealth or aroused by her lovely face. So, she'd heard most of the lines about her "knockout eyes," or her "sweet ass," or the worst: "That beautiful mouth would look even better wrapped around my dick!" But her secret truth was that the deepest part of her shined brightest when she played when her hands translated the language of the universe and it flowed through her and into her instrument. And that was how her terrifying new husband viewed her beauty? Through her music? With a needy little moan, the girl pushed against him, arching her breasts into his hard chest and sucking his tongue back into her mouth.
Eye briefly rolling back in his head, Thomas absently thanked whatever force in the cosmos that granted him this favor. As much as he wanted to yank down his zipper and plunge into this delicious little girl, he knew she was a virgin. Treating her crudely for her first time would not make for a good morning after. And he already knew he would want his bride again. Many times. Lifting her and wrapping Lauren's legs around him, Thomas fisted a hand in her hair and pulled her mouth to his as he swiftly climbed the stairs to the third floor.Why thefuck,he thought dimly,did I ever agree to anything other than a ground floor master bedroom? Idiot!Still, the man wasn't even breathing heavily when he shoved open his bedroom door and more or less flung Lauren on to her back on his comfortable bed. Flipping up her skirt again, Thomas paused to look at the girl's wide eyes.
"Just one more taste, darling. Then I'll take care of my little girl."
The words should not have aroused her the way they did, Lauren groaned internally. For heaven’s sake, she was a grown-up! She had a college degree and she- oh, sweetbabyjesus he was doing that thing with his tongue again, and- Thomas raised above her, licking his lips and laughing as the poor girl hid her face in her hands. When she peeked between her fingers, her scary new husband was already naked and sliding the zipper down the back of her dress. For a moment, her elbows instinctively clamped against her sides again, holding the dress immobile the way she had the night before. Williams's hands stilled, his long fingers stroking along the bare skin of her back. He took a deep breath and licked his lips again.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"I..." she did, right? The terrifying Number Two who made her marry him? The one whose sure hands were stroking and caressing her skin appreciatively, but not pulling at her dress? Lauren shook her head. "I don't... I'm..."
And then he said the magic words. Leaning closer, Thomas groaned internally, then spoke calmly, evenly. "This is your choice, Lauren. I will not take it from you."
He had her. It was maybe the only thing in her new life where she had any choice, and Lauren knew it. And yet, her dark and beautiful husband gave it to her. Sighing, she leaned in and kissed his firm mouth again, enjoying the faint scrape of his five o'clock shadow and that sleek, sinuous tongue that rewarded her for letting her dress fall by stroking along her jaw and into that embarrassingly sensitive spot under her ear. He chuckled, low and a bit smug, at her shudder, tickling the skin again before biting down her neck as he put her back against the pillows.
Shewassuch a pretty package, Williams thought as he finished undressing his new wife. Beautiful, spirited, intelligent. Falling into his hands at just the perfect moment and crushing Number One's plans while fulfilling his own. He would make their first time as romantic and satisfying as he could. It had been so long since he'd been gentle with a woman... Angling his hips along the soft skin of her thighs, he enjoyed her little groan as his uncomfortably stiff cock stroked along her, leaving a cool trail of slick behind. His mouth was hot- fastening greedily on to one breast and then the other, sweet, slow sucks and then a sharp nip or two. Lauren tensed and relaxed, then tensed again, trying to participate and barely keeping track of where his hands and mouth were on her body.
And then, Lauren discovered her new husband's most deadly weapon. His voice. The Voice, if she needed to be descriptive, as he chuckled into her ear. "Hmmmm..." his moan purred along her nerve endings, sending up a shock of goosebumps and making the girl desperately stifle a whimper. "Such a lovely surprise you've turned out to be, darling. Sweet and delicious..." he bent his head and ran his patrician nose along her collarbone. "Who knew that such a very good girl could be so irresistible? I am using all my self-control to keep from plunging into that tender pussy, trying to be agentleman."Williams laughed a little unkindly as his bride shook her head with a frown. "I am not a gentleman, this is true..." He leaned back to enjoy her rapid pulse and the sweet, pink flush spreading over her chest and up her throat. Taking her hand, he put it around his cock, groaning again as Lauren gasped and stiffened. "Shhh... be my good girl and I will make it all better. You want to come, don't you? You need to come." Stopping all movement, Thomas hovered over her like a murky and dangerous angel until his bride reluctantly opened her eyes to look at him.
"Tell me what you want. Be my good girl."
Frustrated beyond reason, equal parts terrified and aroused by this stunning man, Lauren's eyes filled with helpless tears, turning them an exquisite shade of lilac. She watched Thomas take a deep breath, almost a groan as he watched her. "I don't have any... I don't know if I'm any good," she finally managed, too overcome to be anything but honest.
Impossibly, the thick organ she was still holding on to seemed to grow harder, and his dark head dipped to kiss her breast again before recovering. "Such a sweet, good girl for me," Thomas praised hoarsely. "Let me do all the work." Settling more comfortably between her thighs, his hand moved his cock from his wife's shaking fingers to her wet center, idly running it up and down her slippery opening. When he circled her clit, Lauren yelped, making him grin and do it again, and again until his innocent bride was the one to raise her hips and try to guide him inside her. "Ah- ah!" Thomas chided, making her groan with frustration. "Such an impatient little thing..." Nonetheless, he was at the end of his rope as well, so he carefully positioned the broad head of his cock at her entrance and paused, surprising himself. The moment seemed to contain a significance he'd not felt before, this first breaching of his wife. The only man to have her. The only man who would everhaveher. Wildly aroused by the realization, Williams pushed his agile hips forward, slowly and enjoying the look of surprise and then shock in Lauren's eyes as her silky walls stubbornly resisted him, only to finally spread open slowly and allow him passage. "Such a good girl," he gritted, "let me in..." Thomas used his deepest, most persuasive tone, "Let me in now, and I'll make it all better." His bride's eyes squeezed shut, but he couldn't stop watching the expressions run across her mobile features as he braced his feet against the walnut footboard of his bed and pushed deeper, taking her so much more slowly than he'd like. There was a vaguely feral undercurrent urging him to shove into his property- mark her- fuck her! But Thomas managed to keep his leisurely pace, stroking along her until a quick push shoved him past the thin tissue barrier that kept her from being his. Aside from a pained gasp, Lauren didn't make a sound as he moved up inside her, using the strength of his hips to widen her. One hand moved down to her clitoris, gently stroking and teasing along the bit of flesh and nerves to distract her. Thomas was rewarded with another gush of slick, and he leaned down to kiss her cheek, murmuring how beautiful she was- how lovely and perfect his bride- how dearly he wanted to pound into her like a greedy bastard.
Lauren's eyes were still tightly shut until she felt his warm hand caress the skin just under her belly button.
"Can you feel me, sweet wife? I'm in you all the way. To the hilt." Thomas pressed his fingers against her abdomen, and her breath left her in a rush, feeling the hot press of him inside and the carnal push of him without. As his hips began moving, Lauren's eyes opened and stared into his intent gaze, as shy as it made her to watch him carefully categorize her response, the embarrassingly eager moisture that eased the way for his thick shaft to push faster along her, even enjoying how the painful tingling along her hamstrings drew her knees up against his ribs and pressing tight, toes actually pointing like a ballerina's from the sensations sending up fireworks along her nerve endings. As one hand slid to the small of her back to arch her against the slide of his cock, Thomas kept his other hand on her abdomen, grinning darkly as he gloated, "Ah. I can feel you, sweet girl. Here-" he pushed down on her stomach and Lauren gasped as her spine arched even tighter, which made her uncomfortably stretched pussy tighten involuntarily. Part of her enjoyed the sudden groan from her husband, who began pistoning faster inside her, striking like a match along nerve endings and lighting sparks that made her hips rise and try to help him. "And here," he managed, swirling his hips to push against the tender tip of her cervix. "No further, baby girl, not tonight. But someday you will enjoy the pain of me pushing past and into your womb. You have no idea-" Lauren cried out as her dark husband's cock suddenly pulsed against her, "-how very deep I can be inside you."
Feeling his bride's fingers dig into the muscles in his back, Thomas chuckled and moved faster, dipping his hips to drive into Lauren's pussy and scoop luxuriously out, pushing the head of him along her painfully swollen nerves. "You want to let go, don't you, baby? All this sweet slick around me..." She dimly felt his fingers bracket the thickness of his cock breaching her, sliding along her painfully stretched entry and stroking her wetness along their joining.
This loosened a desperate whimper from his bride's clenched lips, hearing Thomas continue to torment her with his heated cock and his words, making her certain she could come solely from that guttural, knowing tone. "Wouldn't you like to come, sweet Lauren? Wouldn't you like to flood me, make us all damp and filthy? Now, baby, come for me now-" The last was delivered between clenched teeth, and her frightening husband's gentleness was suddenly gone, rearing above her and driving greedily through the tense squeeze of her silky walls and fucking into her- sealing them with sweat and slick and suddenly with a scream as Lauren almost scared herself by hearing the wail come out of her good girl mouth as she loudly joined Thomas in a finish so intense that it was actually painful- but she still squeezed against his spurting cock and clung to his broad back, holding on as tightly as she could as they came and flooded and slid along each other in a greedy gush of arousal and satisfaction. In fact, Williams cruelly continued to stroke inside her quaking walls to keep her orgasm going until Lauren groaned pitifully and begged him to stop. This time, his voice didn't sound as calculated, as assured as Thomas moaned into her ear, "Such a very good girl. Your Sir is so pleased with you."
Lauren puzzled over what that meant as he gently pulled from her, kissing her as she whimpered and returning with a warm cloth to wipe gently along all the wet places on her, drying her and making the girl drink one of those always-available bottles of water before curling up behind her and letting her settle into his arm, possessively draped over her waist. Vaguely promising herself to think this whole mess over in the morning, Lauren wiggled her still-sore buttocks comfortably into the hollow of his groin and fell asleep.
Chapter 7 – The Light of Day
