Priceless

by Ella Goode

  A rough hand on my shoulder hauls us both upright. I look back to see Gavin giving me an exasperated look while my sister, Julia, looks on dreamily.

  “Someday that’s going to be me,” she mouths.

  “I hope so, baby sis.” I shove Gavin to the side and lean down to peck my sister on her forehead. “As for you, it’s a miracle that anyone’s going to marry you.”

  “It’s a travesty,” Julia chirps. We fist bump. The Benningtons stick together.

  Gavin makes a gagging noise but before I can throw down with him at the altar, Levi mutters an “I’m sorry” and drags Gavin down the aisle.

  I smile sunnily down at Maple and tuck her hand into the crook of my elbow as we wait for the attendants to file out of the church.

  “One day you and my brother are going to be best friends,” Maple says.

  “Debatable.” She looks beautiful with her sheer veil like a cloud behind her head. Her cheeks are rosy and despite my best attempts to eat her lipstick off, her mouth is still red like a berry. My gut clenches at the image of those red lips circling my cock. We haven’t had sex yet and it’s killing me. My dick is in a constant state of arousal.

  “Don’t look at me like that.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like you’re about to get me excommunicated from the church because you’re about two seconds from throwing me on the altar and having your way with me.”

  “Don’t give me any ideas.” I shift my tux coat over, glad that I didn’t go for tails because that would’ve meant my erection would be on display.

  “We could’ve had sex before today. The abstinence idea was yours,” she says, sticking her little nose up in the air.

  “If I had taken you, we wouldn’t have left the bedroom for at least a week and that would’ve interfered with the marriage plans. While I think it’s important to celebrate this event with our friends and family”—I pause because the wedding planner is gesturing for us to move—“they don’t need to be in our bedroom and that’s where the wedding would’ve taken place if we had had sex a week ago.” Julia grabs Mom’s chair and wheels her down the white velvet runner laid on the floor for Maple to walk upon.

  “We did not need to be married in a week,” Maple replies, smiling and waving to each aisle of well-wishers as we pass. “I told you that was nuts.”

  “It worked out.”

  “Penny’s hair was falling out yesterday.”

  My gaze drifts to Penny, our wedding planner. The twenty-seven year old does look a little tired but she’s getting a fat paycheck so how unhappy could she really be? “It’s probably because she had to deal with Gavin.”

  “You love him,” Maple declares.

  “Yeah, like anyone would love a ragged stray that needs to be fed every few hours or he bites your hand.”

  “And he loves you,” she continues as if I haven’t even spoken.

  “Like a stray loves their master.”

  She groans. “Please do not say that in front of Gavin or the two of you will be arguing the entire dinner.”

  “Better me and Gavin arguing than me dragging you under the table and fucking you in front of four hundred of New York’s finest.” I twitch my jacket over again, just to be on the safe side.

  “You’re the one who wanted to have a six-course meal for the reception.”

  “You were leaning over the table and all I could see was cleavage. At that point, I would’ve agreed to beheading live chickens if asked.” I reach up and wipe the back of my hand across my forehead. The image of her tits pressed together and a dark shadow appearing between them haunts me. I can see my dick sliding between those two globes, slow at first and then faster until my balls draw up tight and cum jets out of my cock. I’d paint her flesh with my seed until her skin is coated with it. I’d rub it in so that she smells of me, so that when she leaves my bed every fucking male on this planet would know she’s mine. I’m going to mark her every night, leave red bites on her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, her neck. There won’t be a dick around that won’t know instantly that she’s claimed. If I could, I’d put a collar around that neck. I’d tie her to my bed, make her live in our room naked so that any time I could come in, push her down on the bed and with my hand on her throat thrust into her so hard that she could feel me in her throat.

  We reach the end of the aisle and I can barely walk, my cock is so hard. The priest approaches with a smile but I can’t deal with him at this moment. I swing Maple into my arms and run—past my sister and mother, past Gavin and his fiancée, past my assistant, Jason, and her assistant Trudy, past a dozen and a half financiers who have come to witness this union and into the waiting limo.

  “Drive,” I shout as the door slams shut behind me. Maple’s eyes are huge.

  “What is going on?” she says.

  I rifle under the layers of silk, satin, and whatever material until I find her silk-clad legs and the lace of her garters. “I can’t wait another fucking second,” I growl. I rip open my trousers, free my aching dick and find her core with my fingers. I plunge two fingers inside her wet channel and nearly come when I feel her sex close around them in a welcoming clench.

  Grimly, I take my cock in hand and guide it to her entrance. “Maple London, with my body, I thee worship.”

  Chapter 19

  Maple

  “Yes.” My fingers dig into his back as he thrusts inside of me. I expect pain but nothing but pleasure fills my body as I cling to my husband. Yes. Husband. I still don’t know how I’ve gotten here, but here I am. “I think you mean Maple London Bennington,” I correct, making him growl.

  “I’m trying not to come. That isn't helping,” he grits out between his clenched teeth. I lift my hips. Normally I’d smile about having the upper hand on my new husband, but my body has a mind of its own. It also has a little bit of voyeurism in it, I’ve found out over the past week. It doesn't matter where or what we are doing, I am always trying to get it on with Major. I can’t help myself and I don’t mind if others see me do it. I think we’ve ended up in a few papers. Major didn't think it was as funny as I did. He doesn’t want others seeing me turned on. I find that I don’t care. What is wrong with wanting your husband? It’s natural, it's not something that I should have to hide. Maybe I needed to be a little bit more discreet, though. Gavin didn't find it amusing either. But I’ve rather enjoyed his reaction to the articles in the paper. Major and Gavin have finally found something that they can agree on.

  “Move,” I tell him.

  “Tell me I didn't hurt you in my greed to have you.” His eyes search my face. It’s then I realize my cheeks are wet.

  “It doesn't hurt. I’m happy,” I admit. I smile up at him. I’m not just happy, I’m in love. I thought this whole getting married thing so fast was crazy but what was crazy was fighting it.

  Major’s mouth drops down to mine as he kisses me deeply. He starts to rock against me. I moan into his mouth, pleasure already forming. I am always quick to go off at his touch. At first I thought my body was starved for these sexual desires but I quickly realized that it is Major that pulls it from me. I’ve never wanted someone to touch me the way he does. I’ve never searched out affection from another the way I do with him. Though I don’t really have to seek out Major’s because he’s always there willing to offer it. Well, he would only give me whatever I wanted to a certain point, saying that we had to be married before he’d give me everything. I’m getting it all now.

  “So fucking tight.” He pulls his mouth from mine, going for my neck. “I played with your cunt all week and it’s still as tight as the first time we slid our fingers inside of you.” He ruts in and out of me as he says dirty words. I contract around him. My orgasm is pushing down on me already. Not that it matters. Major is going to make me come multiple times, guaranteed.

  “Always so sweet and soft but really you're a dirty girl who wants to be fucked anywhere and anytime she can get it. Isn’t that right?”

  “Oh God.” I moan
. He is right. I’ve always thought that when I found the man I was to marry that it would be all candlelight and flowers. I’m learning now that’s not what I crave. I know I’ll love those things too but this thick need to have one another no matter where we are is what turns me on more than anything. I love the fact that we can barely make it through things without touching one another.

  Major can’t keep his hands off of me and I’m not much better when it comes to him. He will do anything to have me. He can be an arrogant jerk in the way he goes about getting what he wants but in the end I am finding out I rather enjoy his arrogance.

  “Husband,” he corrects. “Call me your husband.” I hear another rip and I know this dress isn't making it to the reception. He’s barely holding on to his control. He’s been holding himself back for a week and I can’t wait until he fully unleashes himself. He’s been getting me off but I want him to have the same pleasure that he’s been giving me. I’m not so sure that we’ll even make it to the reception at this point. Who even needs a reception or this dress? The only thing I need right now is for my husband to continue to pleasure me. Nothing else matters.

  “Wife.” Major nips at my neck.

  “My husband. Please make me come,” I beg. I don’t only want my own orgasm but I want him to have one just as badly. I want to feel it deep inside of me. He jerks against me. His warm release spills inside me, triggering my own orgasm. His moan of pleasure as he jerks against me rings out, causing me to come again.

  “Was this what you wanted, my beautiful wife? You wanted me to be inside your pussy and to make me come twice. I knew waiting would be worth it.” He continues to move inside of me, pushing all of his hot release deep into me. Thinking about the pleasure that I’ve brought him has me wanting to go another round. I lift my hips, trying to lure him to give me more.

  “Don’t tempt me, my love. I’ll stay inside of you and we’ll never make our own reception if your greedy little cunt keeps squeezing my cock.” He leans down, kissing my mouth.

  “This is your fault for making me wait,” I tell him with a smile on my face. He rolls, shifting us both, his cock never leaving me so that I’m on top of him. His whole body goes lax under me. I sit up, looking down at him. His hands, like always, go to my hips. He holds me down on him. He thinks I still might try and get away from him.

  “We’re married.” I sigh as I place my hands on his chest looking at the ring on my finger. It was his grandmother’s, on his mom's side. It is breathtaking and I can only hope that I can pass it on one day. It’s the hope I have with each item that I make at work, that it will be cherished and passed down with love.

  “I told you a week.” He doesn’t sound smug that he was right. Happiness fills his words. Right now I feel happy too. Still, Major and I are so different. He is not the kind of man I thought I’d marry. In all fairness I’ve never given what I want in a man much thought. I’ve been focused on my career. I worry my lip between my bottom teeth. What if the lust wears off and we’re not compatible? We’ve only known each other a short time but he does keep calling me his love.

  I keep calling this crazy but maybe that’s what love is. Crazy. I lay my head down onto his chest.

  “Why are we in a limo? Isn’t the reception back at the house?” I let out a long sigh.

  “Yes. But I wanted you alone. I knew if I took you upstairs someone would still be banging on the door about this or that. That wedding planner is scarier than my lawyer.”

  I giggle against his chest because it’s true, she is, but she gets shit done. Everyone has helped out tremendously this week while I stood there not sure what the hell was happening. I would just answer yes or no questions after being shown a couple of things and told to pick one. Major’s mom has come to life. Everyone has. Even in the midst of all the crazy chaos this felt normal. Our normal.

  Chapter 20

  Major

  “I see the place is still standing. Good job, Jason,” I congratulate my assistant.

  I draw Maple forward. She watches with some amusement as Jason nearly trips over his feet trying to get to her.

  “Ma’am,” he says, shaking her hand. “Did you enjoy your honeymoon? Italy, right? Lots of great art there.”

  “Erm, yes, very nice art,” she echoes faintly. Her cheeks grow slightly pink. The poor girl didn’t leave the hotel. We could’ve stayed in New York for all the sightseeing we ended up doing. It’s almost a miracle that she can walk given how hard I abused her pussy these past two weeks.

  “I loved the Pozzo Corridor at St. Ignatius. It’s out of the way but the baroque paintings are so unique.”

  “I can’t say that I saw it,” Maple chokes out, likely remembering that the only art she got to see was the markings on the ceiling of our bedroom.

  “We had a busy schedule,” I interject before my wife turns into a tomato. “Speaking of schedules, please clear mine. I’m not officially back until tomorrow.”

  “But there’s a meeting at—”

  “I’m sure you can handle it and if you can’t, call Rebecca. Baby, come into my office. You didn’t get to see it the last time you were here.” I usher Maple forward. The only thing she saw before was the conference room.

  Wide-eyed, she takes in the large space. “It’s really big.”

  “You say that about all my things,” I joke. I tug her purse off her shoulder and toss it on to the nearest horizontal surface, which happens to be my desk. Shedding my jacket and loosening my tie, I pat my knee. “Come over and plant your ass here.”

  “What for?” She gives me a suspicious glance.

  “What do you think? I’m hungry.”

  “You ate about”—she looks at her watch—“two hours ago.”

  “As I was saying, I’m hungry.” I start to undo my cufflinks. I really need to rethink clothing altogether. “I read you need at least eight servings a day to maintain a balanced and nutritious diet.”

  “Eight servings?” She shakes her head, clearly not thinking I’m serious. Her wandering takes her over to the windows. “We didn’t even do eight on the honeymoon!”

  After I roll up my sleeves, I stretch out my legs, place my hands behind my head and watch as she takes it all in. “We made a good effort on day two but you fell asleep after round six.”

  “I couldn’t even move for the next two days. You had to carry me everywhere.”

  “It was my pleasure.” Literally. I loved having fucked her into exhaustion. It’s not like we left the hotel room. I’d booked a suite at the top of the best accommodation in Rome. From the outdoor balcony that housed a private pool and spa, we could see the entire city. Room service brought our food and we had housekeeping change the organic hemp sheets every couple of days. Boutiques delivered all the rest of the necessities such as satin corsets, silk stockings, gossamer fine panties. I even found a lovely diamond and pearl choker that had once belonged to a seventeenth century countess. Maple looked particularly delectable wearing that and nothing else. We fucked in front of the mirror so she could see the evidence of her beauty for herself. That was one of the hottest fuckfests we had. Watching my cock shuttling in and out of her tiny, juicy cunt is the best sight in the world. Sadly I have no mirror in my office so I’m going to have to have her ride me. That’s not a sacrifice. I love seeing her on top of me, either facing me where I can suck on her ripe tits or away, where I can see her ass jiggle as she writhes up and down my cock.

  I press the heel of my hand against my thick shaft and cut off my mental fantasies. Any more of that and I’ll be coming in my business suit.

  “Maple. Here. Now,” I order.

  She jerks away from the window as if I tugged on a string. She likes being bossed around in the bedroom. Not so much out of it, but that’s fine. We all have our preferences. I promised not to interfere with her calling—which was to make the type of jewelry she wanted for the type of people she wanted. I had to vow not to try to commercialize her work. It was an easy agreement to make. I have enough money
that she doesn’t ever have to make another piece of jewelry unless she absolutely wants to. My whole goal in life is to make her happy—well, and to have as many orgasms as possible, but I feel like those two things go hand in hand. If I’m getting off, it’s because she is too.

  Maple stops about a foot away from my desk and juts out her little chin. “Maybe I don’t want to sit on your desk.”

  “Maybe someone wants her ass reddened.”

  The thought excites her but she pretends that it doesn’t even though I can see how her legs clench at my words. “You talk a big game, Major, but it’s been hours since you’ve laid a finger on me. Who really knows if you’re up to teaching someone like me a lesson?” She flips her hair over one shoulder.

  I surge from my chair and grab her, bending her over my desk. I grip her hair tight in one hand to stretch out her neck. With my free hand, it takes one slice from the solid gold letter opener lying on my blotter to rip open the seam of her yoga pants.

  “Major!” she yelps.

  I toss the letter opener to the side and slap her ass. “You’re surprised?” I swat her other cheek. “You thought you could taunt me and that you’d come away unscathed?” Swat. Swat. Swat. Her ass starts to turn a satisfying red. Cream drips out of her hot cunt.

  She jerks under my palm, her breath coming in fast pants. “You were the one who pointed out it has been two hours since I had any attention.”

  “Is that so?” I rub a finger around her puckered hole. “I guess that means I need to fuck you here so you have a better recollection of what it feels like to have a man inside of you. Get your purse.”

  Her fingernails scramble across my desk and pull out the same bottle of lube she’s carried since that second week in Rome. Remembering how I took that virgin hole as well as her untouched cunt makes my ballsack grow tight. She was so hot and so small. Her piercing cries filled our hotel room, making that suite sound more beautiful than an opera house. I squeeze out a liberal amount of the cold jelly onto my hand.