by Stella Stone
I pace in front of the full-length mirror in my new ostentatious closet. I have a total of about ten dresses that Sterling had taken me out to buy the other day. None of them are dinner with Sterling’s parents, appropriate.
I hadn’t thought about going anywhere really when I picked them out. I figured I’d just wear them around the house, maybe brunch again at the club. What I did not expect was to wear them to meet Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery.
“Baby, what are you doing in here? Come downstairs with me,” Sterling coos from the doorjamb.
I stop pacing, turning to face him as I cross my arms under my breasts and shake my head. He smirks, but otherwise doesn’t move. “I can’t meet them looking like this,” I hiss.
His eyes widen, and he crosses his arms over his own chest. “And why not?” he almost drawls.
“This isn’t dinner wear, Sterling. This is brunch, or lunch, maybe early appetizers, but this is not dinner.”
Sterling’s mouth turns up into a huge smile. “My parents aren’t snobby assholes, trust me, you’re fine,” he murmurs.
I watch as he pushes off of the jamb and makes his way toward me. I continue to shake my head, taking a step back for each one he takes forward, until my back is pressed up against the full glass backyard entrance door.
Sterling’s hand lifts, and he wraps it around the front of my throat, loosely holding me while his blue eyes stare directly into mine. “You’re on my arm. You live in my house. You sleep in my bed. I fucking own you, pretty girl,” he clips. “Never think that I would put you in a situation where you would ever be out of place. I wouldn’t.”
“Okay,” I whimper.
His free hand slips between my legs and I let out a gasp. “You pissed me off, Tilly. I only have ten minutes before my parents show. They’re fucking prompt as shit. Spread,” he grinds out.
My legs widen at his command. He doesn’t bother pulling my panties to the side, he tugs them down and I hear the fabric ripping before it falls to my ankles. Without a word, he slams two fingers inside of me and curls them. I let out a gasp of surprise, but his hand tightens around my neck.
“Quiet, the cooks are downstairs preparing, the house is full of people,” he rasps, his lips a hair’s breadth away from mine.
When Sterling’s thumb presses against my clit, I bite my bottom lip and whimper. My pussy flutters around his fingers and I clench it, hoping to keep them inside when he begins to pump in and out of me. His finger thrusts are rough, hard and unyielding.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper, leaning forward and brushing my lips gently against his. His fingers tighten around my throat for a beat and then he pulls out of me and takes a step back. “Sterling,” I cry.
His eyes meet mine and his lips twitch. “On your knees,” he orders.
Immediately, I fall to my knees, happy to oblige. I would do anything right now, I’m so on edge, my body feels like it’s going to explode at any second.
I watch Sterling unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip his trousers. Fisting the back of my hair, he tugs my head back, forcing my neck to stretch and my eyes to look up at him.
“Open. You don’t touch yourself, you don’t come. This is punishment for not trusting me, your fiancé, your man, and your goddamn owner,” he roars.
He claimed to be worried about staff, well he must not be now, because that was loud. I don’t have time to contemplate more before his cock slips past my lips and down my throat. He doesn’t go too far and I’m thankful, but he does fuck my mouth.
Sterling’s intense gaze doesn’t leave mine as his cock slips in and out of my mouth. My pussy clenches, and aches, as it practically demands release. I don’t reach between my legs though. Sterling buries himself as far as I can take him and he growls as his release fills me. I swallow every drop he gives me, moaning as I do.
It’s not that he tastes spectacular, but the way he’s looking at me has me whimpering and wishing that I could touch myself. I’m so aroused it’s beyond anything I’ve ever felt before in my life.
Sterling gently eases out of my mouth and cups my cheek with his palm. My breath hitches when his thumb swipes some of his cum from the corner of my mouth. He shifts his thumb against my lips and I happily lick it off of him.
“Straighten up, pretty girl, and come downstairs. My parents will be arriving in the next five minutes, and I can’t wait to show off my new bride,” he murmurs.
He gives me a wink, and then he straightens, tucks himself back in his pants, and turns around swiftly leaving the bedroom.
STERLING
I hurry downstairs and am lucky that I arrive when I do. I hear the bell ring and head straight for the front door. Pulling it open I’m greeted with both of my parents concerned gazes.
“You’re going to tell us right away why you called an emergency family meeting, correct?” My father grunts as he breezes past me.
Smirking, I turn to my mom but she just shakes her head, a matching smile on her face. “Well, if you must know immediately,” I say but my mom looks up and gasps.
Turning around, I watch as Tilly descends the staircase. “Tilly Harrington is walking down from your bedroom,” she murmurs as she swiftly makes her way to my father’s side in the foyer.
“What’s happening here?” My father asks as he looks from Tilly, to me, and then back again.
Closing the distance between me and the staircase, I hold my hand out, for Tilly. Her small fingers find my palm and I give them a squeeze as she continues to my side. “Since you both cannot wait. Tilly and I are to be married,” I announce.
My mother gasps, bringing her fingers to cover her gaping mouth. I watch as my father looks from Tilly, to me again, with obvious concern. He frowns but doesn’t say anything. He wouldn’t, not in front of Tilly, anyway. He’ll pull me aside and talk to me man-to-man.
“Oh and the wedding will be Saturday,” I announce.
Tilly’s fingers squeeze mine hard, but I ignore the bite of pain. My mother’s eyes widen even more and my father frowns a little more as well. “Oh dear, I didn’t know you’d been seeing one another. Let’s all sit down so that I can hear the entire story,” she urges.
My parents head toward the dining room and I attempt to follow them but Tilly is like concrete against the floor. “Tilly?”
“I can’t believe you told them like that,” she says in a daze.
“They demanded to know what was happening immediately. Now, we can just get to know one another, the hard part’s over.”
Tilly lets out an unladylike snort. “Yeah, right.”
I don’t let her doubt get to me. My parents will fall for her immediately, just like I have, I know they will. Tilly and I make our way toward the dining room to join my parents for our first family dinner.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
TILLY
Natasha, Sterling’s mother, watches me. It isn’t an assessing gaze as much as it is curious. The food is all laid out in the center of the large dining room table but we all just watch one another, everybody too afraid to reach for a dish, or speak.
Emmet, Sterling’s father, is the first to speak, breaking the silence. “So, what is it you’re doing now, Tilly? I haven’t seen your family at the club in years.”
Sterling’s hand wraps around my thigh and gives me a squeeze, while I am unable to hide a flinch. Emmet raises a brow at my reaction to his question. I let out a shaky breath before I speak, telling him as much of the truth as I can.
“I’m, I just finished high school not long ago, and I’m not sure where the future will lead.”
Emmet clears his throat. “Apparently, its leading you down the aisle?” he grunts.
“Father,” Sterling warns.
Emmet shakes his head. “I’m not implying anything. I’m merely asking Tilly a question.”
Sterling grunts, his hand slipping between my thighs. He keeps his fingers wrapped around my leg, but he’s just centimeters from my still aching and needy pussy. “Father, Tilly is young. There’s
no need to put pressure on her future, quite yet,” he mentions.
Natasha reaches for a plate in the center of the table and asks who wants food. Emmet grunts, shifting his gaze over to her and for the next few, awkward moments, we dish out our food. Except Sterling doesn’t move his hand from my thigh so I actually put his meal on his plate for him.
“So, are your parents excited? Have you found a venue or a dress yet?” Natasha asks, moving her food around with her fork.
My brows knot together and I shake my head. “My parents and I are… estranged,” I attempt to explain.
Emmet’s eyes flick up to mine and I watch as his lips twitch. It seems like he knows something that I don’t, a secret maybe. I don’t get the chance to ask him because that’s when Sterling decides to move my panties to the side and slip two fingers inside of my center. My entire body stiffens but I try not to let my surprise show on my face.
“Do you have a dress? It’s only a few days away, you must,” Natasha rambles.
I shake my head, attempting to gather myself. “I don’t. I haven’t even looked yet,” I breathe.
Sterling chuckles, taking a bite of food, then speaks. “I haven’t given her a chance. I only told her about the wedding two days ago,” he shrugs.
“Son, why don’t you two wait? Have a proper engagement and a proper wedding,” Emmet urges.
Sterling shakes his head, his fingers curling inside of me. He does this all so slowly, so achingly slow that it takes everything I have not to allow my eyes to slide closed at the delicious feel of his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy.
Sterling grunts. “I don’t want to wait. I know what I want, and it’s Tilly to be mine,” he announces.
Emmet growls, but Natasha interrupts him. “Well then we don’t have a moment to waste. I’ll call Darla, our planner, and we’ll put an affair together in time. It won’t be as elaborate as we could do if you would wait a few months, but heaven knows when my Sterling has his mind set, there’s no changing it,” she babbles. “Now, we’ll go shopping first thing in the morning, are there any girlfriends you’d like to invite? I’ll have to tell the shop how many will be in attendance.”
Sterling continues fucking me with his fingers while his mother rambles about the wedding, and planners, and dresses. All I want is his cock inside of me. He’s had me on edge for far too long, and I feel like I’m seconds away from climbing into his lap, parents or no parents.
“Bexley,” I say breathlessly. “Bexley is the only person I would invite to join me.”
Natasha nods, pulling her phone out and I watch as she begins to type something. “I’m sending a text to the dress shop owner, and Darla. I think we may be able to have the wedding here. The gardens are absolutely beautiful. Have you seen them?” she asks lifting her head from her phone to look at me.
My face heats and I know it turns bright red. “Yes,” I whisper. “That would be perfect.” She tilts her head to the side, watching me for a brief moment, then turns back to her phone.
I wrap my hand around Sterling’s wrist in an attempt to stop him but it doesn’t work. He continues his ministrations, and it is fucking torture.
The rest of the dinner is filled with conversation of the wedding, or at least with Natasha’s conversation of the wedding. I try to stay involved but Sterling won’t stop finger fucking me beneath the table, and my thoughts are all jumbled. Emmet and Sterling stay silent, and I can practically see the tension between them.
STERLING
I pour my father a drink and make my way outside. Tilly and my mother are in the sitting room discussing wedding shit. Well, if Tilly can concentrate that is.
I smirk to myself, thinking about the way I fucked her with my fingers through our entire awkward dinner. I didn’t do it only to be a bastard, nor to continue punishing her, I did it to keep her mind off of the dinner and my parents questions, specifically my father.
“Tell me the truth, son,” my father murmurs as soon as I step up to his side.
He turns and takes the cocktail from my hand. I watch as he brings it to his lips, his eyes never leaving my face as he waits. I let out a puff of air, shifting my body, and turning my gaze to the grounds of my estate.
“The truth is she’s mine,” I shrug.
I can’t look him in the eye, and I can’t tell him the complete unbridled truth. He can never know that I purchased another human, that I fell for her hard, and now I’m marrying her.
“Are you digging her parents out of their financial ruin?” he asks, his voice low and almost accusing.
I snort, chuckling as I shake my head and take a sip of my own drink. “Fuck, no. Tilly was telling the truth when she said they were estranged.”
In actuality, he’s not too far from the truth. I didn’t pay the Harrington’s themselves, but their debt was the reason Tilly was on that auction block. However, I don’t tell my dad any of that information.
“So, you’re rescuing her?” he asks.
I shrug. I did rescue her, in a sense, but although she was a damsel in distress, she is also more than just that to me. She’s quickly becoming my heart. She owns me, and I can’t imagine not making her my legal wife, not putting my babies inside of her and watching them grow. She’s everything.
“Maybe she’s the one rescuing me, dad,” I shrug.
He grunts, then I feel his hand on my shoulder and he gives it a squeeze. “I hope you’re making the right choice, son. She’s awfully young.”
I nod. His concerns are valid. If she were just some girl I’d met on the street, or in a club, I might agree with him. However, that’s not the case, so I don’t, not this time. “I know she is. She’s also, mine,” I state again.
“Okay. If you love her, then that’s all I need to know.”
I tilt my head to the side, looking at my father before I turn my entire body to face him. “I love her, dad. She’s mine, and that’s all I know.”
My father’s lips twitch and then he smiles. “Then, I support it.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
TILLY
My hips are wrenched back, and my head follows immediately. “Yes,” I cry out as Sterling fills me from behind. His hand wraps in the back of my hair, pulling, my neck arching me a bit further.
Sterling’s hips move, his cock thrusting in and out of me with long, even strokes. I’m drenched, I know that I am, and I don’t care. I’ve been on edge for hours, so much so that I think a light breeze could have gotten me off at one point.
“Fuck, yes,” Sterling grunts behind me. His hand firmly wrapped in my hair, his other gripping my hip tightly. “Come all over me, pretty girl,” he groans.
I push back against him, fucking him as he fucks me, gasping with each slam of his hips against my ass. Gripping the sheets in my fingers, I hold on tightly, my teeth clenched tightly as I search for my release. I can feel it building, and I know, once I topple over the edge, that it’s going to be huge.
“Goddamn you’re wet,” he rumbles behind me. His words, they only turn me on more. “Yeah, Tilly. Show me how wet my pretty girl can get for me,” he purrs.
His words are my undoing. I scream. My release completely taking over my body, and I begin to shake. Sterling continues slamming his hips against mine, his cock moving inside of me over and over, until I feel him bury himself deep and roar with his own climax.
My arms completely give out, and Sterling gently lowers me onto my stomach and chest on the bed. His dick is still buried inside of me, as he lowers himself down, resting his chest against my back. His lips skim my shoulder and he exhales loudly against my skin.
“So good, pretty girl,” he breathes. I moan at his words, wishing we could do it all over again. “Go to sleep, Tilly. If you’re good, I’ll fuck you again in a few hours.”
I shiver as he continues to kiss and lick my shoulder. His teeth nip my skin, and then he slowly slips from me with a groan. I immediately miss him, wishing he could have stayed—forever.
Turning over, I
start to throw my legs over the bed. “Where are you going?” he asks.
“To clean up.”
Sterling makes a tsking noise, shaking his head. “Nope,” he grunts. He reaches for me, pulling me against his body. “I like the way your pussy feels, and looks, with my cum dripping out of it,” he whispers.
I press my lips to his muscular chest, then lift my head. “Do you now?” I ask, my voice sounding husky.
Sterling reaches behind my knee, and yanks my leg up, wrapping it around his waist. Then, his hand is between my thighs and his fingers gently glide through my soaked, sticky, slit. “Yeah, I do,” he grunts. “You’re so warm, so fucking full, pretty girl. So mine,” he hisses.
Arching my back, I mewl as his fingers swirl my sore and sensitive clit. His blue eyes intensely focus on mine and he parts his lips, then wets them with his tongue. “If I could, I’d always keep you full of me, aching and needy. Since I can’t, you’ll fall asleep with my cum dripping out of your tight little cunt.”
“Sterling,” I gasp, his fingers filling me.
His lips turn up into a small grin. “Sleep, Tilly. Tomorrow’s a big day.”
I fall asleep, Sterling’s fingers buried inside of me, my body filled with his release, and a smile on my face. Nothing could get me down, not now, and not ever.
I’m going to marry the man of my dreams in just a few days, a man who has fallen for me as quickly and hard, as I’ve fallen for him. I’ve never been so happy in my entire life.
STERLING
I glance at my phone, frowning at the time. Only ten minutes have passed since the last time I looked at the damn thing. I’ve been away from Tilly all morning, and I miss her. She’s spending the morning wedding dress shopping with my mother, and Bexley, and I’m… working.
My secretary pages me over the intercom and I sigh before answering it. “S-S-S-Sir, Mr. Aldrich is here to see you,” her voice hesitantly stutters.
I don’t blame her for being a bit nervous around me, I’ve been quite the bear since arriving a few hours ago. I want Tilly. I want her with me always, she’s like a goddamn drug that I can’t quit.
