He grabbed my arm and pulled me onto his lap. Those bright blue eyes were staring down into mine. “You weren’t wrong. You’ve never been more right, Skye. I’m sorry I made you push for the information that I should’ve just shared with you. It’s just…I don’t like to talk about my past. It’s in the past. I want to move on and be Sterling, not the son of a crooked diplomat.”
“You’ll always be Sterling to me. I don’t care about what happened in your past, but I’m a nosy bitch. It comes from being a spoiled rotten brat, don’t you know?” I laughed and kissed his neck. “Now can we get back to that whole fucking ten ways to Sunday thing?”
“Are you sure? Because you didn’t seem real into it, the last time I was, you know, in it,” he smirked down at me.
“Shut up and fuck me, Sterling Smith.”
I knew at anytime I could go online and read every sordid detail about what had happened with his parents, but I wouldn’t do that to Sterling. It wasn’t my business and honestly it didn’t matter that much to me. Believe me, I understand how utterly childish that makes me sound, but I have never claimed not to be immature. All that mattered to me was that Sterling loved me and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him not making babies and living the high-life.
My family and friends were very warm to Sterling and welcomed him with open arms. I’m sure the fact that he was beyond rich helped things along a bit. My circle revolved around money, so they would welcome anyone in with a fat bank account who drove a car that cost more than the average American made in five years, and wore a Rolex on their wrist. The fact that Sterling was the most handsome man on the planet, not just my opinion, didn’t hurt the situation at all.
My wedding dress was ordered from Italy. The dress was exquisite. I would accept nothing but the best, and this was the best. It was white, I know, shocking. It was floor length and form fitting. The panels running down the sides and the four foot train were intricate lace. It had a deep v-neck that accentuated my breasts perfectly. The dip in the back circled just above the crack of my behind. I couldn’t have been happier with the way it fit, of course after all the dozens of fittings we had and all the information I sent over to the designer in Italy, it should’ve been perfect. Oh, and the amount of money my father paid for it. It cost more than the open bar for the reception…which was a hell of a lot.
The day of the wedding started like any other. I woke up, went for a run through Central Park, ate a grapefruit for breakfast, took a shower, and went into the gallery. When I got to the gallery, Lori was working away.
“What are you doing here?” She seemed to be in a bit of a huff.
“Last I checked that was my name on the door,” I responded.
“Of course it is, but don’t you have something more important to do today?”
“Nope. Nothing I can think of,” I laughed. “The wedding doesn’t start until eight o’clock. I have plenty of time. The stylist will be in my room at five o’clock. I can’t just sit at home and do nothing all day. You know me better than that. I have to keep busy or I might get nervous.”
I absolutely needed to work today. For some reason the nerves were creeping up. I’d never been nervous about anything. I don’t do that shit. I’d always been known for being very cool, calm, and collected, but thinking about the ceremony tonight had my palms sweating and I think my eye was twitching. Seriously? An eye twitch? You’ve got to be shitting me.
“Okay, well I’m here for you. I can do whatever you need me to today to help out.”
“Thanks, Lori. You rock my world, babe.”
She really did.
Lori was a wife, mom, full-time employee, and an ex-model. This chick had everything and she knew how to handle it all. She was awesome and I felt so lucky to have her working for me. She could do anything and she chose to work in my gallery. I was blessed to know her. My father wasn’t happy, but of course I invited her to my wedding. She was not just an employee, she was also a friend. In his words he didn’t want to “waste a seat” on an employee. That pissed me off, but I just let it go and invited her anyway. It was my wedding after all.
When I got into my office I sat down at my desk and swiveled around to look out over Central Park. It was so pretty this time of year. I loved winter time. I was a dark and dreary person. The cold weather made me feel warm and safe. Crazy, I know. But I’d always been that way. That was just me. I read a story once about this, it has a name and I definitely have it. I love rain, snow, sleet, and cold weather. That’s the way I’d always been.
I held my hands in my lap and thought about my future with Sterling. I’d never been this happy before. He made me want to be a better person. I tried not to be such a bitch when he was around and I found myself trying harder when he wasn’t around too. I hadn’t berated or belittled a waiter or bellhop in months. I’d actually started treating people like human beings, instead of possessions.
I was starting to feel better about myself and that was solely because of Sterling. He made me better and I hoped I did the same for him.
He told me everyday how much he loved me, and it hurt me inside that I wasn’t able to say it back. Even though I felt that way, I just couldn’t get the words to come out. That four-letter word just couldn’t pass through my lips, no matter how bad I wanted it to. Sterling seemed fine with it. He never forced me into saying it. Never pressured me to say it. I knew he wanted me to reciprocate when he said it, but he never made me feel bad for not saying it back.
I must’ve sat in my office daydreaming a lot longer than I thought, because Lori was yelling at me to get to the hotel. Looking down at my watch, a diamond encrusted Rolex of course, I saw that it was almost five o’clock and Lori was right, I needed to get my ass in gear.
My dress and the rest of my ensemble would come over to the hotel with the stylist. So I didn’t have to worry about any of that. I had my something new and blue - a gem encrusted garter specially made for me by a famous jewelry store that was well known for their baby blue packages. My something old - my grandmother’s platinum broach. And my something borrowed - this was a surprise for Sterling. I hoped he liked it. It was a little unorthodox, but I thought he’d get a kick out of it.
When I walked into my room at the Luxe my mom and the stylist were there waiting. Mom shook her head in disgust and then sat down in the wingback chair in the back of the room and took a swig of brandy.
My dress was hanging on a clothing rack right next to a large floor to ceiling mirror. It was oval and the frame was gold filigree. I decided at that moment I needed one just like it for my home. I would have to tell dad to find me one, or I guess I could tell Sterling. Now that I was going to be a wife, my husband would be expected to cater to my every whim, wouldn’t he? That’s what I needed from Sterling. Part of me really hoped he was ready for that, and another part hoped he would help me to not be that spoiled little rich girl anymore. That part was very, very small, but it was present.
The stylist, who I learned was named Cherie, did my hair and make-up. She pulled my black wings, that’s what I called them anyway, the points from my angled bob. She pulled them up and clipped them with a platinum clip. The clip also held my veil. The white tulle veil was covered in a layer of lace that matched the lace in the dress. Once my make-up and hair were perfect, my father was called in to inspect his purchases. Just kidding, he was called in to take me upstairs to my future.
“Darling, you look like an angel,” he whispered as he leaned into hug me.
“Careful, Father. We don’t want to mess up the masterpiece Cherie just finished,” I joked.
“Oh, so sorry. Cherie you did an amazing job of making my beautiful daughter even more beautiful.”
“Thank you, Father.”
“Are you ready for this? Are you ready to become Mrs. Sterling Smith?” my father asked.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I responded with a small grin.
He crooked his arm and I intertwined mine with his.
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��It’s time for me to give away my little girl.”
“Father, I haven’t been your little girl for quite some time.”
“Skye, you’ll always be my little girl. I love you, sweetheart.”
“I know you do,” I said. I didn’t really know that he did, but a small part of me always tried to believe he really did.
“Let’s get this acquisition started.” And now the father I’ve always known was back.
“Father, please don’t refer to my marriage as an acquisition,” I smiled.
My dad chuckled and we took the elevator up to the roof. When the elevator doors opened and we stepped out into the room where the ceremony would be held it took my breath away. The seating was perfect. White chairs linked together with lavender silk ribbon and white roses. The aisle was covered in a beautiful rug that was lavender, white, and lined with a black ribbon on either side. White rose petals were scattered all down the aisle.
Sterling and I were in no way traditional - not traditional at all. We decided not to have anyone stand up with us. We wanted the ceremony to be about us and only us. My parents were going to sign our wedding license as witnesses. The pastor, who I had never met before yesterday. I’m not much of a church gal, really, was standing at the end of the aisle. He wore a black robe with a lavender ribbon hanging around his neck. Yes, I made him color coordinate. Sorry, it had to be that way.
When my father and I got to the end of the aisle, the familiar wedding march started playing and that’s when my eyes met Sterling’s. He stepped out from somewhere in the side of the room and walked over to his place by the Pastor. He had on his black tux, with lavender vest, tie, and pocket handkerchief. His blue eyes were shining so bright. Okay, the candlelight from the chandelier hanging overhead might have caused the light, but I really believed that his eyes just shined like that all the time. His dark hair was slicked back into a perfect do and his beautiful smile was enough to make me smile back. I’m totally not a smiler, but boy could this man, my man, bring a smile to my face. I ran my tongue along my lower lip and gently bit it. I could see the lust spark in his eyes and that’s when I realized we had walked all the way down the aisle and I was standing next to Sterling. My dad released my arm and linked it with Sterling’s.
Sterling leaned over and whispered, “You are so fucking beautiful. I love you, Skye.” I looked up at him and nodded. That was the best I could do. I got a nod.
The ceremony didn’t last long at all. For all of the months of planning and the money, the ceremony didn’t last more than thirty minutes. It was quick and pretty painless. The only thing that hurt from it was my father’s checkbook.
“By the powers vested in me by the great state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your wife.”
“It’s about damn time,” Sterling said as he ever so gently pressed his lips to mine. Like hell this was gonna be gentle. I pressed my mouth to his and the rest of my body. I smashed my entire body to his and took his hand and placed it on my thigh. I encouraged him to lift my leg up so he could press further into me. He moaned, “You are such a naughty girl, Skye. I’m going to have to punish you later for that.”
“Thank God,” I cried.
Our guests laughed, some yelled, “Get a room!” It was priceless. The perfect wedding.
As far as receptions go I’d have to say ours was the best wedding reception ever, like ever. I may be exaggerating, I do that sometimes, but it was fucking amazing. We danced, we ate, we drank, and we partied until the wee hours of the night. It was spectacular. Sterling didn’t let me out of his sight all night. That man adored me, and I him. If I tried to talk to someone else, within seconds he was at my side, pulling me close to him.
We danced to every song that played. Our first dance as husband and wife started to At Last but we thought we’d be funny and do one of those crazy kinda wedding dances. So our song broke into Gettin’ Jiggy With It mid song. Everyone laughed, except my father, but it was priceless. When our dance was over, I danced the obligatory father/daughter dance and then we cut the cake and I tossed the bouquet.
“Can we please go to the suite now? Please?” I begged Sterling as he spun me around on the dance floor again.
“Are you getting tired, baby?”
I discreetly ran my hand along his hard length that was pressing into my stomach. “Not at all, actually. I’m ready to consummate this marriage.”
“Damn, how could I possibly argue with that?”
“You can’t. Seriously. There is no argument that beats that.”
“I love you, Mrs. Smith.”
This was it. It was time for me to say the words. I could do this. I could say this to him. He was my husband now. I needed to show him how much I loved him. I needed to say the words. He’d pulled me close and was resting his chin on my shoulder.
I turned my head to where my mouth was right at his ear. “Sterling?”
“Yes, baby.”
“I need to tell you something.” He started to pull back and I stopped him and held him tighter. “But I don’t want you to look at me when I tell you. Just stay right where you are.”
“Uh, okay,” he said in a questionable tone.
“Sterling, you are my future.”
“Well, yeah. I did just marry you. I wasn’t planning on returning you quite yet.”
I slapped his back. “Asshole. I’m being serious. Give me a second for god’s sake.”
“Well, hurry up. I’m ready to take you upstairs and do naughty, naughty things to you.” He gently nipped my shoulder. I moaned.
“I love you, Sterling. I love you. There that’s it. I said it.”
He leaned back and when his gaze met mine I could see the happiness in his eyes. I could also see a tear welling up there, but I didn’t want to screw with his manliness, so I let that one go.
“You said it?” he asked.
“Yep, I sure did. And my head didn’t explode or anything. Totally uneventful. I was thinking something exciting would happen.”
He slammed his lips to mine and spread them with his tongue. His tongue was plundering my mouth and my breath was caught in my chest. When he finally released my lips he said, “Believe me, something exciting happened.” That was when I noticed his erection pressing into me. “Upstairs. Fucking now,” he ordered.
We didn’t bother with any goodbyes. He helped me get my train into the elevator and just as quickly as the doors shut, his hands were all over me and I was pressed against the mirrored wall. That’s when he noticed my something borrowed. I’d borrowed a pair of his boxer briefs. They were way too big, so I had them pinned together with a safety pin, but I knew the reason why he would love them.
“What are you wearing?” he asked through his lust filled haze.
“You like?” I bit my lip and wiggled my eyebrow.
“Baby, I fucking love. Easy access to what I need,” he raised an eyebrow and licked his lip. “I need inside you now, baby.”
“In the room, not the elevator. Wait until we’re back at the penthouse, then we can christen our private elevator. I really don’t want our first time as husband and wife to end up on the front page of a tabloid.”
“Point taken.”
So, my husband was mauling me in an elevator and I didn’t think I could be any happier until he pulled me into our suite and showed me the surprise he’d brought for us.
“I want tonight to be like nothing you’ve ever experienced. Do you trust me to make this night perfect for you, Skye?”
Placing my hand on his cheek, I said, “Of course I trust you, Sterling. I married you didn’t I?”
He laughed a deep, slightly maniacal laugh. Slowly, he stepped forward and pushed me up against the door to our suite. My back hit the door with a thud, as his leg easily spread mine. Leaning in, he whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby. You’re going to come over and over again, screaming my name so loud that the people in the room next door will either call security or come ov
er and ask to join us.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “Really, it might be fun to let them join us. I always wanted to try that.”
“Bullshit! You’re mine and only mine.”
Gently, I sucked his ear lobe into my mouth and nibbled on it. “And you’re mine. Only mine.”
His eyes were blazing when he looked down into mine. “It’s time for me to introduce you to my box of pleasure.”
“You have a box of pleasure?”
“Yes, I sure do and I cannot wait to show my wife how much pleasure I can bring her.”
“I didn’t think we needed any help in that department?”
“Not help, just added excitement.”
My clit was already throbbing. We were positioned perfectly for me to gently rub it over his leg. I needed to feel him, but just when I tried to do what I was thinking of doing, Sterling grabbed my hips and pulled his leg away from my center.
“Not yet, baby.” Pulling my veil from my hair, he threw it to the ground. “We have got to get you out of this dress.” He took his hands and ruffled my skirt a little bit, making sure to stay far away from where I really needed him to be. Slowly, he reached behind me and pulled the zipper down. Kneeling in front of me he pulled the dress down and helped me step out of it.
I was standing before him in his boxers and my strapless white bra. His eyes were glued to my body. Raking up and down repeatedly.
“Like what you see there, Mr. Smith?” I laughed.
I heard something like a growl escape his lips, before he threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and ran down the hall to the bedroom in the back of the suite. The white comforter on the bed was covered with red rosebuds and there was a tray on the bed with a bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries.
Sitting me down on the foot of the bed, Sterling took the tray from the bed and placed it on the nightstand.
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