Let’s Pretend

by Laurent, River

  I’ve spent too many years trying to control everything around me, trying to be the adult, the caregiver, the person who is strong, I finally have an excuse to let go and allow someone else to call the shots. And I’m sure as hell not going to say no to that, not when those shots are being called by one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen in my life.

  I hear the door open downstairs, and I shiver where I lay in bed. God, I’m so excited to see him. I went through the whole rest of my day without panties on, doing as he asked me to, and there was a thrill to knowing that I was honoring his commands when he wasn’t even in the building with me.

  Now, he is, and I can hear his footsteps mounting the stairs. A prince, a beast, I’m not sure what will walk through the door. I’m not sure if it matters. I close my eyes and bite my lip. I am so ready for this...

  He opens the door, and I hear him inhale sharply when he sees me naked on the bed. Then his eyebrows rise when he spots the toys I have laid out for him. I picked out the ones that I thought looked the most exciting, selecting them carefully from the collection I had amassed earlier in afternoon, and I am pretty proud of the way I have taken the initiative.

  "What are all these?" he asks quietly, as he makes his way over the bedside table. "Did you buy them?”

  "Yes, I got them for us.”

  He glances over at me, a flash of amusement in his eyes. "I thought virgins were supposed to be innocent," he remarks, as he trails his fingers over the toys and bindings I’ve laid out for him to use.

  "I was," I reply. "Until I met you..."

  He plucks a butt-plug from the table, and tosses his blazer aside as he climbs on to the bed.

  My heart begins to race. Just being this close to him is enough to get me going. I can already feel that keening, wailing need inside of me, and I am desperate for him to give it the attention it deserves.

  "You ever used one of these before?” he asks.

  I shake my head.

  "Any reason you picked it out?” he continues, as he pushes my legs apart. I shake my head again, and he slides his hand beneath my ass, tugging me forward a few inches, so I am pressed right up against him. "You want me to show you how to use it?” he murmurs.

  I nod, and a devious smile crosses over his face. I love it when he looks at me like this. There is something so sexy about knowing that he wants to show me the ropes. Or whips, or chains, or butt-plugs...

  He reaches over and grabs a bottle of lubricant from the bedside table. Even though there were dozens of different flavors, I decided that I just wanted the plainest one I could find. I need to start somewhere. Besides, as soon as he walks into the room, I become wet enough for him that he doesn’t need to use anything like that... like I am now.

  I watch as he applies a generous amount of lubricant to the plug, getting it good and slick. It is small, about the size of my thumb, but I’ve never had anything back there in my entire life and I’m not sure how I feel about the thought of it pushing into me. Excited, yes, but a little worried that it might hurt.

  "Don’t worry," he murmurs, as though he can sense the fact that I am a bit nervous. "Just trust me. If it gets too much for you, just tell me and we’ll stop." He grabs my thighs and pushes them forward so my hips roll up off the bed, so that every part of me is completely exposed to him and he has easy access to all of it.

  “Look how wet you are,” he growls. And as if he can’t resist, he bends his head and dips his tongue into my soaked pussy. I moan when he rolls his tongue in circular movements inside me. Raising his head, he then dips the plug into my pussy, covers it with my wetness, and then trails it down so slowly, I feel goosebumps scatter my skin.

  "Ah!” I gasp as soon as I feel it pressing against my asshole. It is an odd feeling, not something I can compare to anything else. Good, I think? Hard to say because he is also stroking my hair and letting his hand trail down my naked body.

  "Go with it," he murmurs, then he sucks my clit and presses the plug a little harder against me, twisting it around slightly, so that it slips a little inside of me.

  I inhale sharply. It hurts a little, sure, but there is pleasure too from the sucking he is doing. The feeling mellows out into a lustful pleasure that runs from my tailbone to the nape of my neck. I shiver on the bed. He raises his head and I get my eyes to focus on him long enough to see the way he is looking at me. With complete and utter want. The power of his desire coaxes me to go a little further.

  The plug slides into me further. Just another inch, but enough to make me moan. Okay, now I’m starting to get it. I can feel the sensation pulsing up between my legs to fill my pussy, the newness of it, the sheer novelty, enough to get me going.

  "How does it feel?” he asks, as he makes little circles around my clit with his other hand.

  My clit is pulsing and swollen, but all I can focus on is the new sensation inside me. "It feels...good, I think.”

  "You think?”

  "I think I need more to know for sure," I say daringly.

  He smiles wolfishly and pushes it a little further into me.

  There’s that shock again, that swiftly subsides into pleasure. There’s a fullness to it that I’ve never felt before, and I like it, but I want more. I look into his eyes. “What else have you got?”

  Still playing with my clit, he reaches over to the table, and plucks another toy from the collection. This time, a large, pink dildo with a couple of rabbit-ears on it meant to stimulate the clit.

  My vision is starting to get a little blurry around the edges, the pleasure is turning out to be a lot to handle, but when I look at that thing, I know at once that I want it.

  "You think you can handle this too?” he asks.

  I feel as though he is daring me, but I have never been chicken when it comes to being challenged. "I can," I croak.

  He pushes the plug deeper so that it will hold its place inside me, and reaches down to unzip his pants.

  "I think I can give it to you," he agrees. "But I need to see if you can take this first..." And with that, he pulls his cock out of his pants and takes it into his hand.

  I widen my eyes when I realize why he has arranged me in this position, what he is asking for.

  He wants to fill every one of my orifices. He clicks the dildo on to vibrate, and lays it softly against my clit, rolling it back and forth. Then he moves his body and positions his cock near my mouth.

  It looks so much bigger close-up.

  "Think you can manage it?" he murmurs.

  Yes! So, without another thought, I part my lips and take his cock into my mouth. As I take him into my mouth, he pushes the dildo into my pussy, and all at once, every single one of my holes has been filled at the same time.

  To say that the sensation is overwhelming wouldn’t even have come close to doing it justice. My brain feels like it is sizzling, trying to process every detail of the sensations radiating out of my orifices. The dildo feels big and hard, cold and foreign inside my pussy. My walls stretch to try and fit the whole thing inside of me. Because it is so hard it feels bigger than his cock and comes almost as a shock, but I breathe deep and try to get used to the way it feels inside of me.

  But he is not finished. He pushes my knees further apart so that my bare breasts are exposed to him. With his cock in my mouth, I can’t see what he is doing, so it is a shock when he fixes the nipple clamps on me.

  The sensations are so new, so different, and so unfamiliar that my mind feels like it is being pulled in a hundred separate directions at once as I try to make sense of it all. I move my tongue over his cock as he pushes it all the way inside. He lets out a deep groan and that tells me I am doing something right.

  I just let my instincts take over for me. I know that I can’t fuck up too badly, since I have him in my mouth and he loves what I do to it. I feel a little flush work its way down my bare chest at the sheer effort this is taking from me.

  But he is giving me all the time in the world I need to get used to it. Then, every tim
e I fear that it might be getting too much and I’m going to have to let him down, he pushes the toys a little deeper inside of me, finding some new unchartered territory inside of me, and the pleasure that courses through me drives me to new heights.

  I feel his cock ease in more and I worry that I am not going to be able to take him any deeper. Then, he twists the dildo around as the vibrating rabbit-ears press up against my clit, and I let out a groan. And just like that, his cock slides easily, further down my throat, taking me by surprise.

  The gag reflex I have been fighting with ever since I started giving him blow jobs falls away and I feel wild for him. Every one of my holes is being penetrated, and I can’t get enough. He begins to move his hips slightly, guiding himself deeper into my throat. I slide my hands around his firm buttocks and get a good hold on him.

  I am surprised by how ravenous I feel for his cock. I wish I could take him even deeper, wish that he would fuck my mouth the way he is fucking my pussy with the dildo, but I know that I’m probably not ready for that yet. It’s better for us to take our time and build up to things slowly, than to push too far too fast.

  I moan around his cock as I feel myself getting close.

  God, it feels so good to have him between my legs, thrusting that dildo deep inside of me like he’s imagining it’s his own cock. I am getting closer and closer, so close I can hardly take it. I am teetering on the very brink, ready to give in, to give out, to let this take me past the abyss.

  I want to hold and wait for him to direct me, but my body crests. The orgasm hits me hard without warning. My cries are gagged by his cock in my mouth, but I know he must be able to feel them running up and through his body. My pussy clenches hard around the plastic inside of me, my ass tightening around the plug, and it feels like the pleasure is pouring into me from all angles.

  I can hardly make sense of it—it’s so much, all at once.

  He pulls his cock from my mouth and pumps it a few times, and before I know it, he has covered my chest with his warm cum.

  I gasp and catch my breath, the warmth of it trickling over my skin – and I am surprised by how much I like it. He has marked me as his. As though I didn’t know it already. Reaching for his hips, I pull his cock back into my mouth and suck the last remaining cum dripping from it.

  "Fuck, Scarlett," he gasps.

  My whole body is shivering with the intensity of what has just happened and all I can do is lie there, even though I know I should take the toys out and go clean myself up.

  Gently, he disengages his cock from my mouth.

  "Did I do good?” I ask.

  He moves to lay beside me on the bed and kisses me, almost ferocious in his intent, then presses his forehead to mine. "Yes, baby," he assures me, and it’s the first time he has ever used such a pet-name for me. "You did good."

  I reach down to take the toys from inside me, but he stops me.

  “Leave them,” he says. “I’m not finished with you.”

  Chapter 23

  Zach

  It’s our wedding day today. Our marriage is supposed to be a sham and everything about it is a lie, but it doesn’t feel that way to me.

  We threw this wedding together in no time. Hell, I’m not even sure that it earns the title of a wedding, really. We only have two guests, Molly, Scarlett’s friend and Lori, her little sister. And even they are just here to fulfill their roles as the emotional support for Scarlett. I didn’t want to involve my family. They’d know something is not right. They’d know I would never get married in a place like this. But in truth, they wouldn’t believe I would marry anyone, anywhere.

  Scarlett told me she won’t even be wearing white. Shame, because if any woman deserved to wear white it was her. Although she wouldn’t show me what she had picked out to wear, I’m still looking forward to seeing her come down the aisle, even if the place is almost empty and she’s running five minutes late.

  "Do you want me to check on her?” The woman tasked with conducting the civil ceremony asks.

  "No need. She’ll be here," I reply confidently. I know she will be. I can trust her.

  And that’s the real problem. I’ve never met a woman I could say that about. She fits the bill in every way possible. So why is this marriage a sham?

  It would have been easy if I had just been able to brush this marriage off as what it was: the two of us doing what we had to in order to get what we needed from the arrangement. But I can’t do that anymore.

  Now, I look forward to coming home at the end of a long day and seeing her. She always makes sure she’s there for me when I arrive back, and her face lights up when she looks up from her book and meets my gaze.

  And the sex.

  Christ, the sex has to be some of the best I’ve ever had in my life, and it’s not like I haven’t had a lot of it. I thought being with a virgin would lose its charm pretty quickly. I mean, who remains a virgin until they are twenty years old? Only an uptight prude, that’s who. But Scarlett is wild and uninhibited and ready to try new stuff all the time.

  Her curiosity is boundless. I never know what I am coming home to. There’s so much she wants to try, as though she’s catching up on all this stuff, and I am more than happy to make sure that she does.

  I hear the rustling of fabric. I turn around to see Molly and Lori, her best friend and her sister. My gaze swings past them and I know that my face lights up with a smile of pure happiness when I see Scarlett coming towards me.

  She is wearing a cream suit, cut close to her body. It suits her perfectly. Not just the way it looks, but the way it hugs her curves. There are flowers in her hair. Somehow, that makes me a little sad. This isn’t the way it should be for her. She should have the whole nine yards. The wedding planner, the guests, the church wedding, the confetti, the professional photographer. This is bullshit. I swear right then that one day, I’ll make it better.

  She joins me, and I take her hand.

  She smiles up at me, and her eyes are a little misty.

  I wonder if I have the same look on my face. I’m not sure where the line between reality and myth exists anymore. Because to me, this is a real wedding.

  "Are we ready to begin?" The officiant asks.

  I can’t speak, so I nod.

  Now, the ceremony starts.

  A few weeks ago, I would have been rushing to get through this, checking my watch to see if I had time to head down to a meeting afterwards, or make a conference call with some of my employees across the country. But time seems to fall away as I stand here, going through the ceremony with Scarlett Johnson at my side. She said she wouldn’t take my name. Too much hassle, she claimed, given that we aren’t even really going to be together. But even so, some part of me wants her to carry my name. It suits her. Scarlett Black. What a wonderful name it is. Good enough to be a stage name.

  The woman asks the obligatory question if anybody present has any objections, to state them now or be forever silent.

  Her friend Molly pretends to raise her hand, then pulls her own raised hand down with her other hand.

  Lori giggles.

  Scarlett shakes her head, but she is smiling.

  The woman conducting the ceremony frowns and carries on.

  "I do," Scarlett murmurs.

  Her eyes look so soft and beautiful I think I will remember this moment forever. I lean in to kiss her. It is the first time we have kissed in front of anyone else, and it feels odd. I know that this is for show. I also know that Lori and Molly realize that it’s for show, but it feels real. And guess what? I wish it were real.

  I slip the ring onto her finger and just like that… she becomes my wife.

  The officiant closes her book and seems to relax a little, letting go of some of the tension she had been radiating. She chats to us a little as we make our way out and confesses this was the first marriage she has performed.

  Scarlett laughs and tells her she did really well as she takes my hand. I can feel her ring against my skin and it feels...good.
Which surprises me, because I’d always envisioned these metal bands as little shackles meant to bind the wearer. With her, it’s different. It’s special. It’s a small loop that contains everything we have shared together within it.

  "So, where are you guys going on your honeymoon?” The officiant asks.

  I haven’t even thought about that, and I know we’re going to be too busy putting her plan into action to think about travelling anywhere.

  But irrepressible Scarlett is there to step in. "Thailand," she replies, and she looks at me with a smile. "We both love the food and well, my husband loves it, but he’s never taken me there before and we thought it would be the most beautiful place to kick things off between us."

  "Oh, that sounds wonderful," the woman remarks.

  I notice Molly raising her eyebrows next to us. She knows that it’s all made up, but she at least has the sense to keep her mouth shut about it.

  "Yes, it really does," I reply, but in my head, I only hear the words my husband from her lips. And it sounds good. Real good.

  As soon as we are alone again and headed back to the apartment, I turn to her. "How did you come up with Thailand so quickly?”

  "Because I’ve thought about it before," she admits. "I mean, not with you. But I always thought that when I do get married, I’d want to honeymoon in Thailand. I love Thai food and it’s gorgeous there, so much history..." She smiles dreamily.

  I simply stare the way the sunshine slants in through the window and frames her face and it is enough to take my breath away. There is only one way I know of for how to deal with all the crazy emotions running through my body.

  I take her home and fuck us both senseless.

  When I wake up next to her in the morning, the hardest thing in the world is to convince myself to get out of bed and leave her. I wish I could find some excuse to have her come into the office with me. She clings to me and I wonder if the same thing is going through her mind, but she says nothing.

  When I head in to work, my mind is so full of her that it feels like there is no room for anything else. Even as I close the door, I already miss her so much it feels like my whole body is crying out for her. She feels like an addiction that I cannot stave off.