“Oh, yes,” I breathed. And then my body clenched around his fingers, my back snapped into an arch, and I ground against his lap as the wave of pleasure broke inside me.
I was still twitching and riding it out when Grant chuckled. “You knew he could come back at any time. Such a good girl.”
His mouth found mine, and I didn’t leave his lap until it was time to eat. While we ate, he told me about the special pair of panties he’d bought me to wear to my cousin’s wedding, and how we’d have to save them for our honeymoon. They held a small vibrator that would lay tightly against me
And he would control the remote.
I was already thrilled at the idea of getting married, but having him so in command of what I felt and when while we were out and about wherever we honeymooned? God, I couldn’t wait.
When the check arrived, Grant reminded the man that he’d pay for the broken glassware, and he held my gaze while he spoke to the server.
“Once again, I’d like to apologize on behalf of myself . . . and my wife.”
The server assured him it would be fine, and I think asked a question. Grant didn’t answer, so the man walked away after a few moments.
“Your wife,” I whispered. “I like the sound of that.”
“I hoped you would.”
The server brought the receipt and a broom and dustpan to clean the mess. Without looking away from me, Grant said, “I’ll quadruple your tip, in cash, if you make sure we’re undisturbed for 20 minutes.”
The man didn’t even speak. I heard him moving, and the terrace doors closed.
“Come here,” he said. “I want you to ride me, right here, right now. Mrs. Michaelson.”
We hadn’t even gotten married yet, and that thrilled me like nothing else. “And if I say no?”
His eyes lit up. “Have I told you in the last few minutes just how much I love you?”
“Tell me again,” I said.
Grant chuckled and curled his fingers in a come here gesture. His buckle clinked, and his belt whispered as he slid it off.
“Even when you’re so very bad, I love you,” he said.
And then he showed me just how much.
Epilogue
I was never much of a flier. It usually took a few Dramamine and lots of keeping my eyes shut to avoid motion sickness in a plane. But in Grant’s private jet, which was more luxurious than any apartment I’d ever lived in, I guess a burning ass and an orgasm that he kept teasing me with but not letting me have was enough distraction to keep my stomach from acting up.
He sat in a sort of leather captain’s chair, pants around his knees, and I straddled him, completely naked. His cock was buried deep inside me, while he held my hips tightly. He moved me how he wanted, giving me almost no control. That was fine with me—I knew that no matter what happened, mind-blowing pleasure was always the result.
When he lifted and lowered me, the sting of my cheeks touching his legs was a reminder of that morning, when we’d discussed wedding plans and he’d made me describe exactly what I wanted while he spanked and teased me. He didn’t let me come after that, promising that he’d make it up to me later.
He was doing that now. Except he held me down for too long—I wanted to ride him, wanted to bounce until my body gave itself over.
“I have billions at my disposal, and this is the wedding you want,” he said, still in disbelief.
“Yes.”
He lifted me, let me bounce on his cock a few times, before holding me in place. I could feel his hardness throbbing inside me. He was delaying the pleasure for both of us.
“I’m going to be hard the whole time, knowing how red your curvy, perfect ass is under your dress.” Lift, lower, lift, lower.
And then I gave him what I knew he wanted most. “Please, Grant. Please.”
“Please what, baby?”
“Let me come.”
He sucked in a breath through flared nostrils. “If you can stay quiet, I won’t have to spank that ass before the ceremony. Think you can do that?”
“Mm hm.”
His hands urged my hips to move. “Do it,” he ground out.
I flexed my thigh muscles in an attempt to just bounce on him. I knew that would drive me over the edge. But despite giving me some control, he held my hips to keep me from going too fast.
I whimpered in frustration and put my hands over his. Faster, faster, MORE.
He smiled and shook his head. “Come,” he growled.
I fought against his hands with my body, trying to push myself, lift myself, but he was too strong. When he loosened his grip and I could move freely, it took two thrusts of him inside me to make me shout louder than him. I tossed my head back and arched, and if he hadn’t grabbed my hips again I might have toppled backwards.
“Good girl,” he groaned, thrusting into me as pleasure overtook him.
I hadn’t been quiet. I knew that meant that before our wedding, he was going to push my dress up, bend me over, and spank me so that I’d feel his hands on me through the entire ceremony. Two months before, I’d have laughed if anyone had told me that I’d go from mostly virginal to aching for a man’s domineering hand and commanding presence.
I’d have been so wrong.
I loved him, and I loved the way I belonged to him, completely.
Grant
Sophie was so beautiful in the La Costa dress I’d bought her to wear to her relative’s wedding. Sorry to that woman, but I couldn’t have been happier that her wedding got cancelled. It had worked out so well for my life.
After she accepted my proposal, I told her we needed to get married immediately. As soon as whatever wedding of her dreams could be planned. She’d laughed and said there was no need to rush, was there?
There wasn’t, except I wanted her to be my wife.
I dispensed with the prenup, which my lawyers nearly had seizures over. But I wanted her to know just how serious I was. “Marry me as soon as possible, and if you regret it, you can always divorce me and live like a queen for the rest of your life. The only one risking anything here is me.”
I was happy to take that risk, even though it wasn’t one. She could have sold the dresses and jewelry at any time. More than that, she could have blackmailed me, demanding payments to keep her from telling Hollis I was a fraud. She did none of that.
It looked like a risk to everyone else, but I knew Sophie belonged to me. And I was going to make sure she never forgot it, never had reason to wonder if she’d made a mistake.
As we got cleaned up on the plane, I still couldn’t believe that this woman—so beautiful and vivacious—hadn’t been snatched away before I met her. And with the possibility of a million-dollar wedding, she’d chosen something so . . . basic.
I never dreamed I’d end up married at all. But once I really thought about it, with her, I never imagined she’d want to say I do at a Vegas wedding chapel. We didn’t tell anyone, didn’t invite guests. I suppose we eloped. My Aunt Marie might be disappointed that she didn’t get to see it happen, but I thought her elation that it happened at all would probably wipe that out.
We were about to get married by a man dressed like Elvis, and have it witnessed by the organ player and perhaps the chapel maintenance man? I didn’t really know.
“You’re sure about this,” I asked, as she took her seat next to mine for the landing. “You wouldn’t rather have a big wedding? All the trimmings?”
“I just want to be your wife.” She ran her fingers through my hair—a gesture I’d come to love. “I told you, I’m a simple girl.”
I laughed. I still contended she was anything but simple.
***
She changed in a special room at the chapel, and was walked down the aisle by a very old man in a suit, with a tiny, elderly woman in a black dress and white pearls playing an ancient-looking organ. She was stunning: her hair was down around her shoulders, the dress fit her perfectly, and she wore the happiest smile I might have ever seen.
I was al
so aware of what she looked like under that dress, including the rosy shine I’d put on her bottom in the hotel. I took a deep breath and tried not to think too much about that until we were alone again.
Elvis, who really did look like a middle-aged King, kept the words short and sweet, just as we’d asked, and then asked Sophie if she vowed to love, honor and obey. We both smiled. They’d balked at the traditional vow and explained that it was all right to change it, since many women preferred cherish instead of obey these days. We’d insisted it be left in, but hadn’t explained why. Our own private joke.
When we slid the rings on each other’s fingers and Elvis Presley told me I could kiss my bride, I did. I bent her back and gazed down at her for a moment, before I kissed her with all the feeling and meaning I could pour into one single gesture.
Elvis cleared his throat repeatedly, because I guess I’d gone on a little long.
“Mr. Presley, I’ll give you a thousand dollars to give us the room for an hour.”
Elvis, the organist and the man in the suit glanced at each other. The organist, I swear to god, clutched her pearls. In a tiny voice, she said, “We have another appointment at 3 o’clock. Jeff—I mean, Elvis—would have to stand outside the door to make sure—”
“A thousand for half an hour, then.”
And the little, pearl-clutching lady shouted, “Deal!” and they headed out the front door.
When the doors closed behind them, I smacked Sophie’s ass and swooped her into my arms, then lay her on one of the four padded “pews” for guests.
“You’re insane,” she said, laughing.
“Am I?” I grinned down at her, unbuckling my pants. She carefully pulled her dress above her hips to reveal no underwear, but a blue garter belt that said What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
I grabbed her wrists and pushed them above her head. “Going to obey me, wife?”
“Yes.”
I wasn’t supposed to fall in love. I was never supposed to put myself at risk like that. And here I was, married to a woman so perfect for me, I still wondered what I’d done to deserve that much happiness.
“They’re right on the other side of that door.” I kissed her and nipped at her bottom lip. “If you’re too loud, you’ll scandalize Elvis.”
“I’ll be good,” she breathed.
She looked up at me innocently, her eyes dark with arousal, and I knew that meant she would practically howl when I made her come.
My god, I loved that woman.
*****
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