“Aaron,” Melanie moaned ever so softly, throwing her head back.
“What’s the matter, baby?” I whispered into her ear. I feigned like I was about to continue but instead I pulled away.
“Please…”
I squeezed some shampoo into my hand and started to lather it into her hair.
She sighed with pleasure. “That feels really good.”
“Good.” I smiled, pampering her as best as I could. “I want to make you feel so good tonight. You’re going to be screaming my name by the time I’m done with you.”
“You’re such a tease,” she complained. “I want you so bad and here you are taunting me.”
“How bad do you want it?”
“So fucking bad.”
“What if I said that tonight I’d be in full control? You have to do everything I tell you to do.”
She bit her bottom lip, a bit hesitant. “What kind of things?”
“Anything. That’s for me to decide. You just have to trust me.”
She nodded. “I trust you.”
I was surprised by her response. I expected she would be a little reluctant about agreeing to complete submission. After all, I could have asked her to do absolutely anything. She was taking a risk by agreeing to this. And yet, she did it so easily.
She must really love me.
Well, I wasn’t going to make her regret her decision.
Eager to get things started, I rinsed her hair and turned off the water. Before she could react, I swept her off her feet and carried her bridal style to the bed. There, I tossed her onto the mattress. A second later I pounced on top of her, shoving her head into the comforter as I used my other hand to guide her ass into the air.
“Shake it,” I growled.
At first, she didn’t react, probably too surprised by the suddenness of the position. To prompt her into movement, I smacked her ass – hard. An angry red handprint appeared on her ass cheek.
“Shake,” I repeated.
This time, she did as I asked, swaying her hips back and forth as those mountainous cheeks jiggled. Damn. Somehow, she kept surprising me with how sexy she was. It was hard to believe that this woman had been a virgin only a few weeks ago. Had she always been this sexually devious or had I turned her into a slutty nymph? Either way, it didn’t matter. She was mine and I was about to have a hell of a night.
I smacked her other cheek for good measure.
She jumped and whimpered softly.
Suddenly, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked it back roughly. She cried out as her back arched. To make her feel good, I rubbed her pussy hard and fast. She moaned and squirmed with pleasure.
“I’ll tell you a little secret,” I whispered into her ear. “I like it rough. Very rough.” Before she could prepare herself for it, I shoved myself into her soaking wet pussy. I tightened my grip on her hair, using it as a handhold as I started to fuck her harder and harder.
“Aaron!” Melanie screamed as her hands clawing at the sheets, toes curling as I continued to pound her tight little pussy.
She was so wet that her juices were flowing down her thighs and coating my cock, the sucking noises obscene.
God, I fucking loved this woman.
I growled as my animalistic impulses came to the forefront and the bed began to rock. If I went any harder, I risked breaking the frame but maybe that’s exactly what I wanted to do.
“That’s it, baby, scream my name. Tell me exactly how much you love it.”
“Oh Aaron,” she groaned. “I love it.” She struggled to say these words, breath ragged. “Please, don’t stop.” She lifted her ass further into the air.
I grabbed hold of her hips, fingers digging into her supple flesh as I tore her pussy to shreds. I lost all control, going harder than I ever had as I pounded her hard and fast.
All too soon, Melanie exploded in orgasm, body shaking as her pussy creamed and quivered on my cock. I pulled back and my shaft was almost white, it was completely covered in her nectar. I didn’t stop though. I fucked her through it. She tried to pull away, but I kept her pinned to my body, determined to take her to the brink of insanity.
With one hand, I pulled her hair and lifted her off the bed to expose her chest. With the other, I grabbed her breast, squeezing it hard and rough. I tweaked her nipple, twisting it until she cried out.
I wanted to hear her scream.
“Aaron!” Her face was painted with the hues of pain and pleasure. It was a sweet, torturous mixture that was highly addictive.
“Come for me,” I growled into her ear, wanting her to experience back-to-back orgasms strong enough to turn her brain to mush.
“I-I can’t!” Melanie trembled as she spoke.
I chuckled. “Oh, trust me, you can. This is only the tip of the iceberg.” In response, I fucked her even harder, before delivering a sensuous pinch to her clit.
She screamed at the top of her lungs as she came for the second time.
Still, I continued to torment her, fucking harder and faster without slowing down.
When she was looking like she legitimately couldn’t take it another minute more, I slowed down. My cock slipped out of her sloppy pussy with a pop. It was thick, veiny, and throbbing as I took it into my hand and started to stroke it. Soon enough I felt my balls tightening and the cum rising along my shaft. I leaned forward, aiming my load for her bottom and coated those creamy cheeks with it. It was disgusting, the goopy sperm sliding down her butt cheeks and into her deep crevice. Like a slut, my little nymph reached back and rubbed the man juice against her anus before reaching down and pushing some of it into her pussy. Fuck. I’d trained her right. She was my dirty little girl.
I groaned in pure pleasure as I collapsed beside her. “Fuck.”
“That was amazing,” Melanie agreed softly.
Amazing didn’t even come close to describing it. But what would happen after she left? After all, the lies were building. I’d never paid her mom a million dollars. The whole deal had been a hoax. But what happens when she finds out? Would I lose my little girl for good, her trust and love gone forever?
Chapter Seventeen
Melanie
It was the last night.
How had three months flown by so quickly?
I couldn’t believe it. There had to be time left, right? But deep in my heart, I knew it was over. The date had hung over my head from the very beginning. At first, I couldn’t wait for it to arrive so that I could be done with this ridiculous arrangement, but it didn’t take long for me to dread the end.
I wanted to stay with Aaron.
Forever.
These thoughts ran through my head as we were snuggled up in bed.
He squeezed my shoulders and kissed the top of my head. “You should get ready.”
“For what?” I asked.
“I’m taking you out.”
“Where?”
“Dinner.”
“Dress?”
“The red one,” Aaron answered, already getting to his feet.
I wanted to pull him back onto the bed, but he was too far away. I frowned. I felt like a part of me was missing now that he wasn’t lying next to me. I watched him with longing as he slipped into his walk-in closet. Standing there, half naked, save for his boxers that hung loosely on his hips, he picked out his outfit for the night.
White oxford button-up. Black slacks. A matching belt with a shiny buckle. He completed the look with some aged-leather shoes, wing tipped, and a nice, fitted blazer. No matter what he wore, Aaron always looked so well put together. He radiated confidence.
I bit my lip, once again feeling the wash of dread. How could this be my last day with him? I tried to convince myself that I still had time but deep down, I knew it was over. After tonight I’d go back to my life serving greasy pizza to ungrateful customers. Sigh. Well, at least on the bright side, my mother would have the money to go to rehab finally.
Aaron stepped out of the closet and raised an eyebrow in my direct
ion. “What are you still doing in bed?”
“Sorry, I was just enjoying the view,” I answered with a coy smile.
“Oh yeah?” He grinned. “You’ve become such a naughty girl. I love it.” He walked up to the bed and ran his fingers through my hair. “To think, when you first arrived, you were an innocent little virgin.”
“Not anymore.”
He chuckled. “No, definitely not anymore.”
“Can’t we just stay in tonight and enjoy each other’s company?” I begged, looking up at him with big puppy-dog eyes. All I wanted was to feel his warmth against my body. I knew that his embrace would trump anything he had planned for that night.
“No. I made reservations for eight and if you don’t get that lovely ass out of bed then we’re going to miss it.”
“So what? It wouldn’t be the first time we missed a reservation,” I pouted.
“Melanie,” he growled.
I could tell by his tone of voice that he meant business. If I continued to test his patience, then he was bound to get angry with me. “All right,” I nodded. “Just give me a minute.”
When I rolled out of bed Aaron slapped my ass, making it bounce. I jumped in reaction, pouting coyly at him over my shoulder. “What was that for?”
He smirked. “Simply because I wanted to.”
Just to tease him, I swayed my hips a little more dramatically as I walked toward my closet. Maybe I could tempt him into staying home. After all, he always found it impossibly hard to resist me.
But to my disappointment he remained on the bed, patiently waiting for me to get ready for our date.
Sigh.
The red dress Aaron was talking about was tucked away in the back of my closet. I took it down from the rack and looked at it. It was beautiful and simple. Custom made for my body, it fit me like a glove. At first, I had felt strange wearing something so expensive. I was just an average girl, and not someone who wore designer dresses. But after a while, I got used to it. Aaron refused to let me wear anything but the best, so it wasn’t like I had much choice in the matter.
Slowly, I stepped into it before rolling it along my body until the sweetheart neckline settled into place. Reaching behind me, I pulled up the zipper, watching as the fabric hugged my every curve to perfection. I smiled into the mirror. Spending time with Aaron made me feel beautiful.
Once I was dressed, I hurried into the bathroom to tidy up my hair and makeup. About a half-hour later, I emerged looking like a new woman.
As soon as Aaron saw me, a bright smile painted his lips. He took my hands and kissed them. “You look absolutely stunning tonight, Melly.” And with that, the billionaire dragged me to his car.
A few minutes before eight, we arrived at a fancy restaurant situated in the Catalina Foothills overlooking Tucson.
Aaron found a parking spot toward the back of the lot. He edged his car as close as possible to the ledge. “This is my favorite view,” he explained, glancing over at me. “There’s just something about it. Especially now when the city is all lit up, the stars pale in comparison.” He said this with such passion and excitement that I found myself scooting forward just to get a better look.
The scene truly was spectacular. Tucson was a city like no other. Metropolitan but dwarfed by the mesmerizing mountains in the background, it juxtaposed technology and nature that’s hard to find.
For a while we just sat there, enjoying the view.
But I couldn’t stand the silence for long. There was a question buzzing around in my mind that I needed to ask. I turned and looked at him. My lips suddenly felt dry as I took in his profile. Somehow, he managed to become more and more attractive every time I looked at him. In this moment, he was stoic with his lips pressed into a hard line and brows arched ever so slightly.
“Aaron,” I started but my voice was barely a whisper.
He didn’t react. Maybe he hadn’t heard me?
I tried again, wetting my lips before I spoke. “Aaron?”
“Hmm?” He broke away from the view and gave me his attention, eyes warm and gentle.
“Are you happy?”
“I am,” he answered without an ounce of hesitation. Gently, Aaron reached forward and cupped my cheek in his hand. “You make me very happy.”
Hearing those words, spoken so genuinely, made my heart melt.
Our lips gravitated together into a kiss. My skin tingled as they danced together. I felt all the emotions of our relationship swirling inside my chest and turning into butterflies. This was a magical moment, I could feel it.
Surely, he’d ask me to stay.
But all too soon, he pulled away. “We should head inside.”
With my thoughts racing, all I could do was nod in response. “Okay.”
He got out of the car and rounded the hood so he could open my door. As always, he offered me a hand, acting like the perfect gentleman.
Once I was steady on my feet, I hooked my arm with his and matched his stride despite the high-heeled shoes I wore. Over the last three months, I had gotten a lot of practice with heels. Since Aaron was tall, it helped offset our height difference. Also, Aaron liked the way they made my legs look, saying that I resembled a gazelle. My cheeks flushed. Me, a gazelle? Hardly, but I loved the compliment anyways.
When we reached the entrance, a man wearing white gloves greeted us with a warm welcome while opening the doors. He wore a polite smile.
“Hello, do you have a reservation with us?” the hostess asked as soon as we walked up to the counter.
“Yes. Reservation for two under the name Black.”
“Black,” she repeated, running her finger along the list of names. “Ah, here it is.” The woman glanced into the dining room. “Your table will be ready in just a few moments. We apologize for the wait. In the meantime, please accept a complimentary glass of wine and feel free to explore the grounds. We have a beautiful garden in the back.”
Aaron nodded. “Thank you.”
Together, we walked up to the bar. Aaron handed me a glass of red wine. He knew by now that I preferred it to white.
“What are you drinking?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
“Oh?”
“I’ll save it for dinner,” Aaron said with a smile.
“Oh, okay.” I now felt awkward holding my glass, but I couldn’t refuse it at this point, so I took a sip. As always, the alcohol felt nice and warm as it trickled down my throat. Warmth radiated through my chest. I took a deep breath and smiled.
Aaron took my hand and led me towards the back. The hostess hadn’t been lying about the garden. “Whoa,” I whispered in awe.
The square overflowed with beautiful blossoms that were closed tight for the night. Roses climbed toward the sky, weaving through ornate wooden archways. In the middle of the garden was a large, artificial pond with a waterfall. At the base of the waterfall, imported carp chased one another with slick flips of their tails.
We stopped in front of the pond and watched the fish struggle against the water.
I smiled and leaned toward Aaron. The air around us was still. I could faintly hear his heart beating through his chest. Should I ask him or should I not? Will we continue to see each other after tonight? The question was on the tip of my tongue, but unable to speak, I looked up at him instead.
Aaron smiled down at me. His eyes sparkled with happiness as he leaned down to kiss me. The kiss was warm and passionate. He held me tighter, almost lifting me off the ground.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers into his hair and tugging on it slightly. In that moment, it felt like if I ever let go, I would lose him forever. So I got on my tip-toes and kissed him even harder as I tried to convey through osmosis what my words would fail to say.
When we pulled away, Aaron held my face in his hands. The way he looked at me, I felt assured that I no longer needed to ask him. My heart beat peacefully with certainty that this man loved me.
“Why don’t we go home?” Aaron suggeste
d.
“What about dinner?” I asked hesitantly, even as heat rushed into my cheeks.
“I’m not very hungry.”
“Me neither,” I agreed.
With a smile on my face, I walked back to the car with him. This confirmed it. He was sure to ask me to stay past the three-month time frame. This was more than just a contract. This was real. I could feel it deep inside my bosom, growing into something beautiful and true.
***
As soon as we stepped into the house, Aaron lost control. He pushed me against the door and pinned my hands over my head. The door felt cold against my back but already there was a fire burning inside my stomach that was growing hotter and hotter with each passing minute.
He attacked my neck with kisses, nibbling and sucking on my flesh. As he left behind love-marks, he pressed his body against mine. Our hips ground together. His erection grew massive as it rubbed against my thigh.
“I want you.” His voice was a low growl.
His hand crept up my leg until it reached the hem of my dress. Without hesitating, he jerked it upwards to reveal the bright red thong I wore. He smirked.
“I thought you might like it,” I whispered, trying to sound as seductive as possible. “Why don’t you take it off and see how wet I really am?”
Aaron didn’t need to be told twice. He hooked his finger around the waistband and tugged upwards, teasing me.
I moaned as the thong buried itself deeper between my ass cheeks, the fabric scraping my clit.
He pulled on it hard. Suddenly, the thin material snapped. “Well, you won’t be needing that anymore.” Aaron grinned while holding the torn triangle of fabric on his finger like a trophy.
I ran my fingers through his hair trying to anticipate what he would do next. To my surprise, he got on his knees and began immediately lapping at my pussy. His tongue moved back and forth along my clit, driving me insane. With his hands on my thighs, he moved even closer. His tongue found my entrance. Teasingly, he probed around it.
“Aaron,” I moaned, tilting my head back. “Please don’t tease me like this.”
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