During the course of the night, I enjoy flute after flute of champagne. Julian and I are laughing and having a good time and enjoying the good music.
Unexpectedly, a man with dark blonde hair, looking to be in his early twenties approaches the red velvet rope around our VIP space. “Sir, can I ask you a question?” he says loudly above the blasting house music.
Julian raises an eyebrow and examines the man. “What is it?” he says acidly, as if the man has committed an offence by even approaching us.
The man points his finger to a group of young men in the crowd. “Those are my friends over there,” he slurs, obviously tipsy. “I’ve made a $100 bet with them about what you do.” The man’s friends are intently watching us now. “I had to come over here and ask, what do you do for a living? You look like you got lots of money, you got a supermodel by your side, and you’re drinking Ace of Spades.”
Julian appears amused and smirks. “What do you think?”
“I told my friends that I think you’re a casino owner.”
Julian laughs heartily and then says, “Guess again.”
“So I lost the bet, dang,” the man replies. He gazes at me for a while, and then back at Julian. “What do you do?”
“I’m not about to tell you,” Julian responds, this time seriously and cautiously.
“Are you a drug dealer?” the man slurs.
“No,” Julian mutters.
“He’s not a dealer, Johnny,” the man shouts to one of his friends.
The man looks at Julian and appears to be thinking. “Are you a pimp?”
Julian suddenly appears annoyed. He stands up and goes over to the man, right up to his face. “Why don’t you run along now, before I make sure you never set foot in Santorini ever again.”
The man quickly scurries away and Julian comes back to takes his seat beside me. “Fucking idiot,” he mutters.
I burst out laughing. “He was, wasn’t he?” I add through loud giggles.
Julian just smiles when he sees that I’ve found it so funny. “Although I do have a few casinos in my real estate portfolio,” Julian says after I’ve stopped giggling. “But most of my income comes from buying, reinventing, and selling companies with huge potential. My commercial and residential real estate is just a side business.”
“You’re very intelligent,” I blurt out.
“That means the most coming from you,” Julian says.
“What is a venture capitalist?” I ask thoughtlessly and Julian’s lips compress tightly. I realize I’ve just asked what Derek does. Must be the alcohol. Then again, I know what it means, I just don’t understand what they specifically do every day. When I was with Derek, he was so secretive and never told me where he went or what he did every day but he always seemed busy from morning until late at night.
There is a chilly silence as Julian pierces me with his stare. I feel as if I said something terrible and I begin to feel guilty. I gaze back at him, waiting for him to say something, anything, as this unpleasant, chilly silence persists between us. I feel very uncomfortable under his deep, steady gaze. Regardless of the loud music, the people around us talking and laughing, it’s like everything stops for a few moments and all I hear is my heart pounding. He has an unnerving effect on me with just his gaze. Then, he pulls his eyes away from mine.
He fills my near empty glass to the rim with more champagne while I stay frozen waiting for him to say something. I try to gaze into his eyes to see what he is thinking, but he looks everywhere but into my eyes.
Finally, he fixes me with a very fierce, penetrating, possessive stare. “What will it take for you to not think about Derek?” He says in a snarl.
I gulp, not liking the feeling of Julian being unpleased with me. After all, it is true that I think about Derek every so often but it’s not because I’ve missed him. It’s just that like any breakup, it takes a while for the person to fade from your mind. The longer they’ve been in your life, the longer it takes them to fade out of your mind.
Julian fixes me with his beautiful but officious eyes. I gulp again and compose a response to his question which he very clearly expects me to answer.
“I…” my voice weakens. Why am I so intimidated all of a sudden? Julian makes me feel loved, safe, cared for, and protected but as this moment I feel so uneasy with him.
“Go on,” Julian nudges me softly.
“I…” I don’t know what to say because it’s true, I do think about Derek. So I say the only thing I know what to say—the truth. “I will forget about him eventually. It just takes time. It’s like any breakup.”
Julian breaks his intense gaze and looks away from me. Even though I’ve produced an answer, I feel it’s not good enough. Julian is highly possessive and I sense he wants Derek gone from my mind forever. I’m sure if he could he would give me a pill that would erase the memory of Derek forever. I think about it further and know if I could, I would give Julian the exact same pill to wipe out the memory of any woman he’s ever slept with. I want Julian to be mine in body, mind, and soul.
Julian is quiet now. I reach my hand to his arm. He doesn’t move, he accepts my touch. So I wrap my hand around his arm and nuzzle my head on his shoulder.
“I’m yours. I always will be. Nothing will change that,” I whisper.
I feel his body relax. “Drink up,” he whispers, his voice laced with what I detect as irascibility.
I take a sip of my champagne. It’s so sweet, light, and crispy, unlike any other champagne. I’m feeling buzzed, but I’ve been pacing myself this evening, so I’m still fairly clear-headed.
The rest of the evening becomes a blur as I get more intoxicated. Julian gives me a hangover pill once we get into his Ferrari and drive home.
When we get home, into our bedroom, he undresses himself and me. He wraps his arms possessively around me. “You’re mine and I will fuck you so hard today that you will never think about Derek again.”
I shiver with anticipation. Julian takes my hand and takes me into the bathroom. “But first a shower.”
Julian runs the shower and he puts me underneath the warm water. He puts shower gel into the palms of his hands, rubs his palms together and begins to lather my arms.
Next, he concentrates on my breasts, he circles them with his palms, getting them hard and erect. He moves slowly, pleasantly massaging my breasts.
As I stand under the shower head, feeling the drizzle of the warm water run down my back, I close my eyes and savor the sensation of Julian’s firm hands, massaging my breasts in circular motions with the perfect pressure. He goes in smaller circular motions around my nipples and pinches the buds of my nipples lightly, squeezing and pulling. My breasts love the attention, and I feel myself get wet. I am already imagining Julian inside of me.
Julian turns me around and proceeds to massage my neck and shoulders. I roll my head forward, allowing him full access to my entire neck. He firmly but gently squeezes my shoulders and slides his strong fingers up and down my neck. With my eyes closed, I can fully focus on and enjoy how good his hands feel on my neck and shoulders.
I don’t have to tell him, he already knows exactly how I like to be massaged. His touch is not too hard, and not too soft. I feel the little bit of tension that I do have collected around my upper body completely dissolve underneath Julian’s hands. I relax and let go. I don’t want the massage to ever end. It feels so good.
Julian turns me around, I pop my eyes open and those domineering, piercing blue eyes are glaring at me. I get weak-kneed. He fucks me and claims me with just his eyes alone. I will never forget those eyes. They say more than words ever will or can. That look that he gives me tells me everything I need to know. A true alpha can cause submission with just his eyes alone and that is what Julian does to me. I am spineless and trembling, ready to submit to his every command and desire.
He grabs a bottle of shampoo, puts some in his hands, and begins working it into my hair. I close my eyes as he massages my scalp with firm precisi
on and it feel so fucking good. His hands are big and powerful, I know they could crush my skull in seconds, but he knows how to use them to relax me better than anything else can. He doesn’t say a word. I know he is simply reading my body language, watching my facial expressions, and trying to imagine how I’m feeling.
It feels like I am in heaven and it’s the best feeling I’ve ever felt besides an orgasm—his fingers pressing into my scalp, releasing all the tension from my entire body.
I left a moan escape from my mouth, the feeling is unbelievable. He continues kneading my scalp. His touch is tender, steady, and firm.
“Lean you head back,” he commands.
I lean my head back toward the drizzle of the shower water. The warm water trickles over my hair as Julian runs his fingers through my hair and my scalp, rinsing out all the suds.
I raise my head back up. I pull him under the drizzling shower, put my hands on his broad chest, and kiss him under the pouring water. Our tongues meet and merge, swirling and exploring. I love the taste of his lips, a mixture of honey and a bit of spice.
He suddenly pushes me against the white marble wall of the shower. He picks me up and I curl my legs around his waist. He proceeds to lower me down onto his hard length.
I feel the tip of his length spread and enter me but he stops.
“You want me?” he whispers into my ear.
“Yes,” I moan, ready for him to fill me.
“Then it’s time for me to have some fun with you.”
Julian lowers me back down and we get out of the shower. He proceeds to towel dry my body and my hair. He picks me up, slings me over his shoulder, and strides into the bedroom
He throws me on the white silk sheets of the bed like a rag doll and slides on top of me, pinning me down with his body. I like the feel of Julian’s warm, freshly showered, slightly damp body on top of mine.
“Like I promised, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you will forget all about Derek,” Julian whispers low and husky next to my ear.
He reaches for something in the drawer of the bed stand—handcuffs. He turns me around, handcuffs my hands and flips me back around to face him.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, piercing me with his eyes.
“Yes, I trust you so much,” I whisper.
“Then, resist me,” he commands.
I know the game, and I love the game, but how the fuck can I resist such a beautiful man. That’s probably part of the game. I can only imagine before he married me, women were daily throwing themselves at Julian. I can understand it’s the resistance that turns him on.
I resisted him when I first met him. I can’t resist him now that I am married to him, but I can him resist in the bedroom. I understand the psychology behind it all. I also know it’s all about power and control. He’s an alpha male that likes to conquer and so part of this ravishment game is conquering me as I resist him.
I get into victim mindset. “Get off me,” I shout.
His pupils dilute.
He reaches for something else in the drawer of the bed stand. A black silk eye mask. He places it over my head, covering my eyes.
I close my eyes since I can’t see anything with the mask over my eyes. This is hot, and maybe it will make it easier for me to resist him if I don’t see how fucking gorgeous he is.
He kisses me savagely. As fucking hard as it is, I pull away from his kiss. “Stop! Don’t do this to me!” I complain. “Get off me,” I squirm under his heavy, muscular body but I can’t resist taking in a whiff of his masculine, spicy, musky, irresistible cologne.
Not seeing him but feeling and smelling him still makes it so difficult for me to want to resist him. His smell and the feel of his body on top of me is enough to set me on fire.
I just feel like telling him to fuck me now and I have to bit my lip to prevent the escape of those words from my mouth. Resisting Julian is one of the hardest things I have to do, but I do it for his pleasure and for mine.
Julian forcefully kisses me and shoves his tongue into my mouth. He tastes so good, it’s like having a small bite of a mouthwatering dessert and wanting more.
I have to do this for him and for me and so I pull my head away from his kiss, turning it to the side. “Stop,” I scream at the top of my voice.
“I’m going to fuck you.” Julian’s warm, moist lips brush against my earlobe, his voice deep, masculine, and smooth as silk. “Whether you like it or not.” His breath blows into my ear. I feel a delicious shiver go down my spine.
His hand runs down the side of my body toward my legs, his fingertips produce feel-good tingles on my skin, sending a quiver throughout my entire body.
I am so eager and wet for him. He tantalizes all my senses. His voice, his smell, his taste, his touch, is all I need to get me feeling so needy and desperate for him. With my eyes now covered, my other senses have only become more enhanced and receptive.
He forcefully pries my legs wide apart and with my hands handcuffed behind my back I can’t push him away. He positions himself between my legs, his large length pulsates right by my entrance. I feel the very tip of his length touching my dripping wet entrance. He stays there for a moment.
With my eyes covered, I continue to rely on my other senses. I take in another breath of Julian’s sexy, spicy scent and it instantly makes me wetter.
He is still lingering by my entrance, teasing himself, teasing me. All I want is for him to enter me and begin to move.
He leans forward and I feel his heavy length press against my stomach as he kisses me passionately. Oh my God, the feel of his big, hard, throbbing length against my stomach is unbearable. I feel like responding by kissing him back savagely, spreading my legs wider for him, grabbing his length and inserting it inside me. However, my hands are cuffed tightly, reminding me of my role in this game.
I almost kiss him back but I force myself to pull away from his lips. “Stop, no, don’t do this. I don’t want you,” I cry out.
I feel his body heat up on top of me. Those words have set him on fire. He loves it. He scoots down ever so slightly, positioning his length right back at my entrance, his throbbing tip touching my entrance but barely.
My insides release a deluge of more wetness. I can’t bear the torture anymore. Julian is a master of seduction, and he has barely done a thing to me, he has barely even tried. There has been no foreplay, no fingers inside me, no tongue teasing me, and no long kissing session because I’ve pulled away each time as part of the role play. Then, I realize what he is doing. I think I understand. He is foreplaying my mind, my senses, and my heart. I have to trust him to do this. I have to resist him even though I want him so badly. It’s a play on senses, emotions, and trust. This combination is what drives me insane.
Julian is still lingering, the tip teasing my entrance. Though I can’t see him, I can sense him. He is building the anticipation. I desperately want him to shove his length in me and fuck me wild right now.
Then, I feel it, what I’ve been waiting for, he slowly slips his tip inside me, spreading my inner walls wide. He stops and moves his hips slightly, only fucking me with his tip. Oh my God, he’s kidding right? I’m dying over here. Fuck, I need him. I want his full ten inch length inside me now fucking me hard.
He rocks his hips back and forth ever so slightly, only letting the tip of his length penetrate me. Here I am, blind-folded, handcuffed, and panting with need.
I remember the role I must play though, and so I get back into victim mindset, pretending as if he has captured me against my will, taken me to his home and is proceeding to ravish me. I picture him in my mind, about to fuck me for the first time, teasing himself for his own pleasure before fucking me beastly.
“Don’t do this please,” I beg him. “Or at least if you are going to do this, put on a condom.” Perfect. The words have massively hardened Julian’s length and I feel the large tip now throbbing inside me. However, he still doesn’t push his full ten inch length inside me and I start to heat up with frenzy
and uncontrollable desire.
“I’ve captured you and you are now mine to do with as I please. I will fuck you and I will cum inside you.” The words cause me to impulsively spread my legs wider for him but I know I must still play the game until he shoves his full length inside me.
“No don’t do this, don’t cum in me, anywhere but there,” I plead with him. “Cum on my stomach, cum in my mouth, but please don’t cum inside me,” I beg him.
“Shut up,” he yells. “I will do as I please. I want to blow my load inside your pussy.”
“No,” I scream.
“Your pussy will take all the sperm I’ve got for you, so shut up because I’m going to fuck you now, bitch.”
Oh those words. He’s so naughty. I fucking love it but better not show it.
“No,” I cry out. “I will do anything you want just don’t cum inside me.”
“All I want, is to cum inside you,” Julian growls.
“No,” I cry out. I am tingling down below, desperate for him.
I just feel like telling him, okay fuck me, fuck me hard, but I bite my lips to prevent myself from uttering the words that would destroy the role play.
Julian rocks his hips forward and backwards, fucking me with his large, wide tip. I am so eager for him to fully enter me. I feel my stomach pulse and my inside clench with anticipation.
At that moment, I feel him ram his hips forward and his length fills me. He is balls deep, completely embedded inside me. Oh my God, to finally have his full length inside me feels incredible. He stays still for a moment and I savor the feeling of fullness.
I moan but quickly remember the game. “No, don’t do this,” I cry out. Resisting him is so hard!
Julian slowly begins to move, sliding his length in and out and as he slowly slides back in again, it goes in smoothly as I melt around him. He moves at a steady pace, sliding in and out, in and out, as I get wetter and wetter each time. After doing this for a while, he begins to thrust deep and hard inside me.
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