First & Long
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“One of the reasons I like visiting here, and one of the reasons I decided to search for a bride here,” Rick says. “Let me be honest, Su Lin. On my eighteenth birthday, I contracted a disease known as Trikala Syndrome. It’s noncommunicable human to human, I most likely was bitten by a small reptile. You don’t have to worry about your own health, but it is one hundred percent fatal. The average person who contracts it lives between five and eight years. I’ve lived with it for twelve.”
“Then why get married, if you most likely have so little time left?” I ask, intrigued. “If you just want companionship, I’m sure there are plenty of women who would be cheaper than getting married.”
Rick laughs, nodding. “There are. But I’m in a delicate situation. Do you know of Kelley-Stone Consolidated?”
I shake my head. “Sorry, what is it?”
“Half of it is my company. For reasons I’ll keep to myself, I need a blood heir.”
“So you need a woman to give you a child,” I finish. Rick nods, and I glance back towards the rest of the suite, where I’m sure Freida is somewhere just out of sight, she struck me as very dedicated to her boss. “So why me? You can’t trust me.”
“I don’t,” Rick acknowledges, “but I can trust you to be… dedicated. I did my research on you, Su Lin Wong. Daughter of Chun Hua Wong, now Chun Hua Zhao, married to Yip Zhao. Your father was Professor Martin Bruce, formerly of Aberdeen, Scotland.”
“Formerly?” I ask, curious.
“He died in a car accident four years ago,” Rick continues evenly. For some reason, the information that my birth father, who I’ve never met and has never acknowledged my existence, strikes me harder than I thought it would and I have to dab at my left eye as a tear forms. “If it helps, I was orphaned at twelve years old, my parents died in a house fire.”
I swallow, nodding. “For some reason it does. Thank you.”
Rick continues. “Su Lin, I need someone who I can trust to act the way I expect them to act. So I have a very simple proposition for you. I have, at most, a year of life left. In that amount of time I need to produce a blood heir, and I don’t want any legal fighting over it. Therefore, I have a very simple proposition for you. Marry me, and you will sign a prenuptial agreement that states that, if you are pregnant with my confirmed child before I die, or if you actually give birth, that you will not only raise my child, but will share in the business with them. At current estimates, you would, not including the expense account that would be taken from my child’s trust, stand to inherit over a hundred million dollars on my child’s twenty first birthday.”
I half choke on the sip of wine, our second course forgotten as I stare across the table at Rick. “And if I don’t get pregnant?”
“Then you get nothing,” Rick says. “You get a year of living a jet setter life, in some ways a fantasy honeymoon for most of the year, and then… well, you would probably be entitled to remain in the United States. A woman of your education and skills would be able to find work. And a lot better work than wearing tight dresses in a bar.”
I think about it for a moment while Rick turns his attention to the fish in front of him. The deal seems simple enough. I become a brood mare for one year, and if I catch pregnant, a life of luxury for as long as I live. If not…. “Wait. What about if I meet someone after you pass on?”
“Then you get married to them,” Rick says, unconcerned. “Su Lin, I don’t expect you to love me. The fact is, I’m a bastard in a lot of ways. I’m demanding, self centered, and about the only other person to give a shit about me for anything besides my inventions and my money is Freida. What I expect is for you to take care of yourself, and to do that you need to raise my child. You won’t do it alone, Freida would share in guardianship. Your personal life though, Su Lin… that’s yours. Get married, stay a widow, play the field, that’s totally your choice.”
“And when would we get married?” I ask, shocked I’m even considering this. Maybe it’s the raw honesty from Rick, maybe it’s the animal magnetism that emerges from his blue eyes in waves that pull at me from across the table. “It takes time to-”
“Tomorrow,” Rick says. “I don’t have time to fuck around.”
“How can you pull that off?” I ask, and Rick raises an eyebrow. “Come on Rick, I’m not an idiot, I know the Chinese and American authorities-”
“Can be convinced, for the right price,” Rick says. “You don’t have to worry about the Chinese government, and the INS isn’t going to say a thing about our license either. By the time we arrive back in the United States, your green card will be ready and waiting for you.”
I think about it. I’ll be whoring myself out. But then again, isn’t that what being a mail order bride is anyway, just to a differing degree? And it isn’t like Rick is saying I have to stay with him forever, or that I would be forced to be a nun of some kind afterwards. “So we get married tomorrow, and then?”
“We fly out of Beijing on my private jet, and return to the United States,” Rick says. “What do you say? Su Lin Wong, would you marry me?”
There’s something strange in hearing the words, and my hand shakes as I reach out, picking up my wine glass to take a deep drink before setting it down. “If I say no?”
“Then we’ll have a nice meal together, and you go back to your bedroom and your bar job. But if you say yes… let’s just say the Presidential suite is just the beginning of what you might get to experience.”
Part of me wants to say no. I deserve more than to be a well pampered pet. But at the same time, Rick’s been honest. And he’s not as much of a bastard as he says. I think that’s a bit of armor on his side, since he knows he’s going to die and probably wants to keep things as simple as possible. My decision’s pretty easy. “Well then, Rick Kelley, I accept. But on a few conditions. One, after dinner I get to go home. I may not have the best relationship with my mother but she should know, and I’d like to pack a few things. Not much, but some things.”
“One bag,” Rick says. “On the plane, you can give Freida your measurements, she’ll make sure that you have a full compliment of appropriate clothing when we get back to my estate. None of which, by the way, will involve you looking like some cliche’d Chinese lotus flower whore.”
Intriguing, since I can’t shake the feeling that I just agreed to become one.
Su Lin
When Rick said that he had a private plane, I was expecting something small. Even a Gulfstream is expensive, but this thing… “What is this?”
“A design of my own making,” Rick says. “The Panther. This is the very frist prototype in fact, customized now that initial flight tests have been completed of course.”
“It’s a jumbojet,” I remark, climbing the stairs. “Do you really need this much space?”
“No, but since I designed and test flew this thing, it’s mine now,” Rick replies in a tone that says that he doesn’t really care if he stands out or not. “Besides, the data is still being used, I’m proving that the engines for a Panther can run at supersonic cruise with the amount of fuel a 737 uses for normal flight. Great for PR. Come on, we’ve got a little while before we take off, but not a huge window.”
The inside of the plane is as luxurious as I could have imagined, with rich leather seats, a series of a dozen ‘pods’ that look like they could easily serve as seats, beds, or workstations if you wanted, and more to the back. “It looks like you could live in here.”
“I’ve thought about it,” Rick admits. “With the plans I have with the time I have left, you might find yourself spending a lot of hours in here. I want to get a lot of living in over the next year.”
I nod, and put my bag in the cargo compartment next to the entrance. “Where should I sit?”
“For now, we can use the leather seats in the front,” Rick says, stashing his bag next to mine. “How is your stomach feeling?”
“I’m okay,” I reply, sitting down and buckling in. “I must admit I’m slightly nervous.”
“She’s qualified?”
Rick chuckles. “She’s a fully licensed pilot, just like me. Now relax, it’ll be about twenty minutes before we’re at cruising altitude.”
I sit back, watching out the window as the plane begins to taxi. It’s remarkably quiet, much quieter than I ever expected, and when my stomach drops as we take off, I make a little squeak of alarm. Rick looks over, amused. “Sorry,” I whisper, unable to tear my eyes away from the rapidly disappearing ground below us. Beijing is starting to light up for the evening, and I’ve never seen it from this vantage point before. I wonder if I’ll ever see it again. “I’ve never been in a plane before.”
“I suspected,” Rick replies before turning his attention back to the tablet he’s pulled out. There’s nothing else said for the next half hour as we climb to our cruising altitude. Other than a slight shudder as the readout at the front of the plane goes past the Mach barrier, I can barely tell we’re moving. In fact, I’m so into the silence and relaxing that I’m surprised when Rick speaks again. “Head to the back, get yourself prepared.”
“Prepared?” I ask, wondering what the hell he’s talking about. It is near dinner time, does he want to eat? “What for?”
“To consummate our union,” Rick says, looking over at me. “You didn’t think that we’d just do the whole artificial insemination route, did you?”
I balk, opening my mouth to protest but then close it. Of course, I’m his wife now, and while I know that Americans might have a different point of view on things, in my mind there are duties that I have to perform. And one of the biggest ones is trying to become pregnant. My fingers tremble again as I unbuckle my lap belt and walk down the aisle to the rear of the plane. On another side of a door marked ‘Private Quarters’ is a bedroom that, like everything else on the plane, is luxurious. The mattress feels like a cloud as I sit down on it, but still my hands shake as I fumble nervously with the buttons on my blouse. Mother didn’t approve, she wanted that one day of being the kind and wonderful matron giving away her daughter, but I guess she’s happy enough with the ‘appreciative gift’ Rick sent her, I don’t even know how much of a dowry he paid. Or maybe she was stunned when he showed up at her home with his limo.
I’m still struggling with my buttons when Rick opens the door and closes it behind him, locking it. “You’re not undressed.”
“I know,” I whisper, looking down. “Rick… I know this might sound strange, but I’m not experienced at this. I’m a little nervous.”
“Can you do what you agreed to do?” Rick asks, a slight bit of tension in his voice. “If not, I need to know now.”
“No!” I protest, worried if I say I can’t, he’s going to turn the plane around. “I can, I just… a little patience would be appreciated.”
Rick nods, smirking as he turns around and locks the door. “Patience I can do. Tell me Su Lin, how long has it been?”
I look down, biting my lip. This is not the way I expected my wedding night to happen, but it’s too late to back out now. “Four years. My last year in university I was still a virgin, and I didn’t want to graduate without at least knowing what it felt like, so my boyfriend at the time and I… well, you know.”
Rick sits down next to me, setting a warm hand on my knee, where my skin starts tingling again. What is it about his touch that has me feeling this way? We’ve only ever kissed once, at our ‘wedding,’ but still I could feel it then. There’s something undeniable about him, a presence and a confidence that makes a deep, instinctual part of me want him. “Then I guess I have a lot to teach you. Because trust me, Su Lin, by the time you bury me, you will be fully versed in every way a woman can be pleasured.”
I turn to him, my eyes widening as he leans in, kissing me. At the first touch I’m nervous, but the electricity of his lips and the way his tongue traces over my lips ignites a glow deep in my belly that I’ve never felt before. I didn’t tell Rick, but my one time with my boyfriend wasn’t all that much fun, and while not painful, didn’t exactly rock my world.
Rick’s kiss is different, though. There’s no emotional tenderness in it, but still his touch on my skin seems to set my brain on fire, and as he slides a hand over my breast, I can’t help but gasp as his fingers play with my left nipple, stroking and tugging it lightly until my head’s swimming with sparks of desire and my heart’s thumping in my chest.
“Lay back,” Rick says, and I’m unable to say no, spreading out on the top of the bed. Rick slides down my body, helping me with the catch on my skirt and pulling it down my legs to toss it, unconcerned, over his shoulder. “My… you are beautiful.”
Heat rushes to my face as I realize he’s looking at my panty covered pussy, a part of my body I’m more aware of than ever as his burning gaze takes me in. I reach for my waistband, trying to do my part, but Rick captures my hands, shaking his head lightly as he eases my thighs apart. “I’m going to teach you some things.”
“O… okay,” I stutter as he kisses the inside of my right leg. In my head, I know what he’s going to do, but I’ve never actually thought it would happen to me. Chinese men don’t do this, not the way Rick is as his tongue traces up the inside of my leg to the edge of my panties, making my heart stop for a moment before he teases around, knowing that he’s driving me insane with arousal. My pussy quickly soaks and I’m left breathless, clutching at the sheets until he pauses, the warmth of his breath felt through my panties but he’s not touching me at all. I look down, and I see him looking up at me with detached amusement in his eyes. It’s embarrassing, but I can’t help it, he’s turning me on so much. “Please?”
“Of course,” Rick says, sliding a finger inside my panties and pulling them to the side. The first touch of his tongue on my pussy lips is greater than anything I’ve ever experienced, and in moments he’s licking and eating me out with abandon and a rough thoroughness that has me shaking, crying out again and again in Chinese that I can’t take any more, but also begging him to keep going.
Rick hums in total understanding, his tongue circling my clit. I feel something press against me, and without pausing he fills me with two of his fingers, undulating them somehow and making my eyes roll back. The whole world goes black and I scream, my body quaking in an intense orgasm. It feels like the whole world is cracking as my body squeezes his fingers and I soak his face with my juices, and Rick doesn’t stop, rubbing a spot inside me that I’ve never felt before. The feeling of cumming doesn’t stop, but somehow draws out longer and longer, while at the same time everything snaps back into focus.
“Ready?” Rick says when I can finally see again, looking down to watch him withdraw his fingers. He’s shrugged off his shirt in the amount of time I’ve been senseless, revealing to me a body that looks like it’s been carved out of warm granite. Every muscle in his upper body is flawless, flowing into each other, not too big, not too small, but perfectly proportioned and every bit of it powerful. I marvel as a drop of sweat trickles down his neck and over his chest before disappearing into the deep grooves between his stomach muscles, tugging my eyes down with it.
He’s still wearing his pants, but as I watch he slides off his bed, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall to the carpet. Next is his underwear, and what’s revealed to me makes my mouth go dry. He’s… huge. Compared to the one and only other sex partner I’ve ever had, he’s at least twice the size, with a thick shaft that’s covered in throbbing veins that I just know will stretch and ignite the nerves inside my body until I’ve felt like I’ve been sent to heaven.
“Yes….” I whisper without even realizing it. Rick smiles, although again there’s no real warmth to his smile but more amusement. Still, as he climbs back onto the bed to rub the deep reddish-purple head of his cock through my pussy lips, I am still filled with a hunger, a need to feel this man c
laim me and take me. I spread my legs a little wider, curling my hips up to meet him and make it easier to slide into my body.
“Then now,” Rick says, impaling me with one savage thrust. It’s agonizing but also thrilling as his cock spreads me open, feeling like it’s ripping me apart from the bottom up and leaving me breathless again. Tears form in the corner of my eyes, and Rick pauses, watching my face as I adjust to his massive girth. My pussy squeezes and contracts around him, slowly accepting this powerful invader, and when it’s finally ready I give him a slow nod. “Hold on.”
I reach up, holding onto Rick’s shoulders as he starts pumping, thrusting his cock in and out of me in long, deep strokes that does more than stimulate nerves I never knew existed, but feels like he’s truly telling my body that I now am his. I clutch at his back, trying to look into Rick’s eyes, but I have to turn away after a moment. He’s not cold but I can see in his face that while he’s enjoying what we’re doing and he’s not trying to hurt me… there’s no tenderness there. He doesn’t care about my feelings, although he’s also going to make sure I enjoy this as a matter of course or just common courtesy. It’s slightly… embarrassing.
My body doesn’t care though as Rick’s hips drive his cock again and again into my pussy. His skin rubs over mine, grinding against my clit and sending shockwaves of heat through me each time he withdraws, only to powerfully take me again. I’m driven again, higher this time as my body knows that I’m being fucked thoroughly and completely, in a way that I never thought could be done. I certainly never felt this last time, and I’m squeezing him, trying to give him as much pleasure as he’s giving me.
My pussy clenches around him, and Rick grunts, speeding up as he’s pushed as well, abandoning his cool politeness to indulge in his animal desires. Faster and faster he fucks me, our bodies sweaty and slapping together as he pounds me deeper into the mattress. I tremble, caught on the edge of cumming again but some instinct inside me wants to feel Rick first. I dig my fingernails into his back, scratching him as his powerful ass muscles thrust his massive cock deep inside me, and Rick growls.