by Pamela Ann
She sobbed before rasping out a weak, “Yes.”
“Open up to me,” I demanded as I splayed her open, my cock delving deeper into her snug passage. “That’s it,” I urged, out of my mind as her tightness expanded to receive me. Upon reaching a barrier, I kept sliding in and out of her cunt, coaxing the hindrance to open for me. Each time I pressed against it, it suctioned my cockhead as I pried it open before closing in on me again. Fevered, my slowed speed picked up pace, plunging deeply, harshly into her tunnel. “Wider. Open up for me, kitten. That’s it. That’s it, babe. Take me in. Take all of me into your tight cunt.”
“Jared…fuck…slow down…please,” she choked out with a sob, shaking lightly from my pressured intrusion into her untouched depths. “Oh, God. You’re so big. Don’t go too deep. Careful!”
Needing to reassure her, my lips feverishly brushed hers, but she remained unresponsive, stiff as a board against my warm, obliging lips. “Kiss me back, damn you!” I shrilled, infuriated at her stubbornness as I halted all movements while I gazed down at the minx. Fiercely. Passionately. “Do you want me to stop? Just say the word. I won’t touch you again.” I meant it, too. If this is what she intended for our weekend to be like, I wanted no part of it. I wanted her all—her entire surrender—and this…This half-hearted attempt wouldn’t suffice.
“From the start, you’ve been so cruel to me.” She looked away, her pussy tightening around my girth. “Why do you torture me so much?”
Her sullen state made me feel like a monster. “I’m never this cruel...” But how could I explain it to her when I couldn’t even define the insanity wracking through me each time she and I were in the same room? “You drive me mental. You’ve plagued me every single day. It’s quite disconcerting. I don’t know…I honestly don’t know. When it comes to you, everything’s just plain mental.” I had begun to pull out when her hand gripped my hip, halting me.
“Don’t,” she pleaded, reaching for me. With her soft palm cradling my cheek, I succumbed to her warmth and everything else she was offering. “But do take me slow. I beg you. If you go any faster, you’re going to split me in two. So, please, fuck me with care. Look at me, hold me, gently make love to me, Jared.”
Without breaking away, her hungered lips clashed against mine again, blindingly addicted.
So, we did. Slowly, unhurriedly, we made love just as she had asked until I reached into her womb, taking all of my entirety with slow certainty. We mated for hours on end. We were insatiable. Untamable. It was as if all the bottled-up emotions we’d had through the months climaxed, and the only way we could communicate it was through our fevered mating.
Even after hours of hedonistically savoring her, it wasn’t enough. Not by a long shot. I needed more, so much more. Would the fire be quenched once the weekend was over? I hadn’t a clue.
We had about an hour before we were scheduled to land in Tokyo. I knew I ought to wake her, but for some reason, I held back, needing a few more minutes with her. Spent from our session, Gisele slept in my arms with her head on my chest, dozing off soundly.
Like flashbacks, the events jogged through my mind. It seemed our conflicts were mostly all based on sex and jealousy. Quite frankly, I was beginning to wonder if I was able to keep my end of the bargain—leaving her after this trip.
Being with her…It never failed to impart a great sense of contentment. It was rather bizarre. A few months back, it used to place me in limbo. But things had drastically transformed since. Today, however, I grasped the gravity of its purpose.
Ever since moving to San Francisco, I had breezed through life, living daily with one thing on my mind—work and more work. Even during sex, I fucked hard, rough, and fast. It was always about the race to completion, never once stopping to smell the roses, so to speak.
But with Gisele, my routine had altered. Albeit, not so impactful by any stretch, but it was something to dwell upon. This notable change stunned me remarkably.
Basking in her warmth, time started to slow down, and I could actually savor the little things I used to not care about…like right this instance. I was not one to stay in bed when there was so much work to be done. This was the first time in my life I felt idle, and what was more alarming was there wasn’t even a trace of guilt about it. In the back of my mind, I was fairly convinced my idleness would be costly once I opened my flooded emails, but what the hell? I deserved a moment’s reprieve to relish this time with my wife.
My wife.
My wife.
My throat constricted at the sound of that. With painstaking care, I slowly peeked at the dozing woman on my chest. Since when did I begn to regard Gisele as such? Sure, I’d teased her about it or I’d scathingly referred to her as one when I was beyond infuriated. But it was all done in jest…until right this moment when I truly saw her as one, not just the girl I had to marry, my business partner by default, but as my wife. When did I truly see her as my spouse? I couldn’t be sure.
Like the theme of the day, I was stuck in a peculiar haze of confusion.
Less than twenty-fours together and the results were staggering. I dreaded what it would be like once the weekend was over. Hopefully, nothing too drastic. A man could only handle so much.
For a few more minutes, I cherished having her with me before I reluctantly began to wake her. “Rise and shine, sleepy head. We’re almost there.”
“I was having such a nice dream,” she moaned grumpily.
A soft smile curled my lips up until another thought entered my demented mind. “It better not be about other men.”
“Well, that’s too bad,” she giggled, shifting her body, yawning like a little gorgeous angel.
Groaning in earnest, I pulled her atop my body, my fervent hands snaking around to cup her luscious arse before smacking it harshly in a few rapid successions.
She yelped, eyes gleaming impishly.
And just like that, I was besotted utterly. I wanted her just like this consistently, forever if possible. “One thing you have to remember woman—the moment you wake up and the moment before you fall asleep, you are to kiss me. Understood?” My hand whacked her ample arse just to drive the point home.
She saucily pouted, feigning wonder. “Jesus, why are you so bossy for kisses, Jared?”
Massaging her well-shaped bottom, I used my gripping hands to thrust her upwards so we were at the same level. “Come here and kiss your husband, woman.”
A teasing brow arched, provoking. “Oh, so we’re playing married now?”
“You are my wife.”
“Fake wife,” she prompted, grinning madly.
Maybe not for long. Bloody hell…Where had that idea taken form? I blanched, quite aghast.
Desperately needing to drown out my insane thoughts, I immediately rolled her onto her back, capturing her lips as I did so, before my arm hooked underneath her leg and thrust into her drenched paradise in one firm, deft stroke. Her cunt clamped down hard, and when I tried to pull back, it sucked me back again and again, utterly voracious and unquenchable.
“Jared, what the Hell! You promised you wouldn’t until tonight!” Gisele grudgingly complained as she moaned my name.
“It’s what you get for not kissing me,” I unforgivingly pointed out as I plunged into her slick snugness. “Besides, I’m doing us both a favor…You’re wet and horny, anyway. Don’t deny it. I tried to withdraw, but you held me down, choking it without mercy. I’m nothing but a man, kitten. How could I resist you when it begs me to satisfy your body’s wishes?”
“You’re hopeless.”
“Only for you, sweet wife.”
I was crazy about her. Indisputably.
Our time was limited. Savoring her whenever possible was something I greatly looked forward to basking in.
I had all the wicked intentions of leaving her raw, exhausted beyond comprehension, to the point of blissful mental incoherence.
25
Jared
After finally arriving at Ritz-Carlton in midtown
Tokyo, I imagined after our shared intimacy Gisele would succumb and share my bedroom without qualms.
But alas, she simply plucked one of the two-set keycards and chose one of the suites as hers. Subsequently agreeing to a particular time to leave for tonight’s schedule, she barely glanced at me before stepping into her room and hastily locking the door, barring anyone from entering without bothering to extend an invitation to me. It was one thing to shut the door on me and quite another to shut the door and lock it.
It was merely moments ago when she couldn’t get enough of my body. Yet here she was, confusing and frustrating the living daylights out of me.
What the bloody hell was going on in that beautiful head of hers?
Women! I would never dream of daring to decipher the intricate madness of their ever-shifting mood swings.
Feeling beyond damningly rejected, I stood there, furiously glaring at the door, partially tempted to knock it down and drag her to my bed just to prove a bloody point, while the other half argued she rightfully needed a short reprieve from my ravenous appetite and consistent onslaught on her hole. You see, she was a tad swollen. It seemed the more abuse her cunt got, the tighter she became. It was surreal, but I couldn’t get enough of her either way. So maybe her locking the door was a testament that I’d gone overboard.
I was beyond miffed she chose to shut me out. Her defiance merely got me even more determined to win her over.
“Bloody hell,” I muttered under my breath as I raked a hand through my hair. After directing another lingering glance at the door, I grudgingly spun on my heels and retreated into the suite which was right across the hallway from hers. Alone.
After showering, I opted to dive into work. We had several hours left until we were to have dinner with our hosts. Gisele should have the respite until it was time for her to play her role.
Several hours later, primed and ready to leave, Gisele was nowhere to be seen. I specifically had ordered two keys for each room, ensuring one had access to the other at all given times for emergency reasons, amongst other obvious motivations.
After promising she’d be in my suite at the time we agreed upon, the woman chose to be late. Or had she fallen asleep? Hell, I hoped not.
“I should’ve dragged her to stay with me,” I grunted under my breath, slamming the glass on the bar before going out the door.
Hastily striding towards the suite across from mine, I rapped at her door, and she merely hollered back she needed five more minutes to finish. So, I went back into my suite and waited while enjoying a glass of brandy, patiently eyeing the time on my wrist.
Her time came and went, and she still wasn’t ready. Damn, what was she doing in there, priming for a beauty pageant? Trotting back out to the hallway, I tried to slide the spare key into her bedroom to no avail. The bloody thing was still barred.
“Five minutes just passed, Gisele!” Irked, I’d resorted to yelling in the damn hallway because she had barred my entry, at a Ritz at that. It didn’t bode well with me.
Goodness me, how arduous was it to don a dress and be done with it?
“Okay, I’m done. Cool it, sheesh!” she griped as she yanked the door open, strutting out dressed in a red embroidered Chinese silk dress with explicit high slits that almost reached her hips. Displaying her long-toned gams and ample curves. Hair in a high chignon profiled her delicate features. Heavy winged eye makeup made her gray eyes mysteriously exotic.
She was the embodiment of demure stretched to its limits.
Noting the look on my face, Gisele began to frown. “I know we’re not in China, but I’ve always liked this dress. It’s not offensive, is it? Asian customs can be quite strict, and I just want to make sure I’m not stepping on anyone’s toes. I don’t want to insult anyone.”
The only thing insulted was my cock.
I pressed my grim lips together, rapacious eyes roving over the delicious stunning creature before me.
“You look exquisite, Gisele.” I doubted any man would be thinking of anything other than their hardening pricks at the sight of her in a tight-hugging dress. She put runway models to shame. Good God, I loathed to ponder the night ahead.
“You sure?” She enticingly bit down on her crimson bottom lip, still unconvinced. “Or should I go change?”
“Ah, no can do! I’m not going to wait another God knows how long for you to change. This deal is quite important. Letting them wait will certainly insult our hosts. Your father used to deal directly with them. Let’s not give them the impression we’re not up to the task of continuing Peter’s good graces.”
As much as my perverted eyes hankered to see her strip naked, jeopardizing this deal was out of the question.
She made a curt nod, erotically sashaying as she closed the gap between us before leaning over to leave a sensuous peck on my lips. “Let’s go,” she whispered mischievously before her wicked hand cupped my manhood, pleasingly purring when she found the hardened state of it. “Good to know you definitely like what you see.”
My upper lip twitched, tempted beyond comprehension to pin this minx against the wall for locking her damn door on me. “Enjoy it while you can. It won’t be long until it punishes you for shutting me out.”
“Ooh, I’m shivering down my spine,” she retorted, pouting mockingly. “If you’re through with your itsy-bitsy penis threats, St. James, can we get a move on now?”
I groaned as my palm heavy-handedly smacked her bottom cheek before squeezing it avariciously. “You’re really getting it tonight.”
“I look forward to it.” She kissed me softly, thoroughly, painstakingly.
It couldn’t be helped. I was unequivocally mesmerized. She was the ultimate tease. “Christ, Gisele. You’ve bewitched me.”
“Good. Now we’re even,” she cheekily stated, earning her another firm smack on the bottom.
Arm secured around mine, we headed downstairs. The chauffeured car was at the curb the moment we stepped foot outside the hotel. We were immediately greeted with the cool air. Placing a firm hand on Gisele’s backside, I led us towards our awaiting ride.
The Michelin star restaurant was located in Azabu, a little gem of a place located in the foothills south of central Tokyo. The Kagami brothers consisted of Haruto, the oldest out of the trio, followed by Kosuke and Takeshi. I’d met them a handful of times. Once here when I came with Peter three years ago and the rest were back stateside.
Though the two younger brothers were pleasant to deal with, the older brother, Haruto, was the one to fully home in on our focus since he made the final decisions. Being the scrupulous one and as the oldest, his approval would ensure we’d continue renewing our contracts with the same terms as Peter previously negotiated.
We were warmly received upon entering the famed restaurant.
Haruto was the first to step forward. “Konbanwa,” he cordially greeted, along with his brothers in a formal bow, a customary greeting where one exhibited respect. Depending on the angle, the lower the bow, the greater the respect.
“Konbanwa,” I smoothly countered back, nodding lower than usual before extending my hand to each sibling, addressing each one by name.
“It’s good to see you again, Mr. St. James.” Haruto beamed before his attention shifted to the red siren next to me. “Ah, Ms. Weber. Finally, we meet. You have our deepest sympathies. Your father was an extraordinary man. The world mourns his loss.”
Gisele respectively bowed in the same crucial method before surprisingly replying to Haruto in fluent Japanese. The old man’s face lit up before he guffawed, brightly impressed with his guest. The two brothers chimed in on the conversation, mirroring the same reaction as their older sibling.
Unfortunately for me, I had learned Mandarin, French, and Spanish. So, whatever it was they were discussing, I was in the dark.
Fortunately, the awkward ordeal didn’t drag on. With the formalities out of the way, they led us towards the back of the restaurant where our large party was situated. It seemed being graced by
Peter Weber’s only spawn and heir had intrigued quite a few. So much so that every eligible bachelor in their family was brought in to be introduced to Gisele. Another plausible reason was out of curiosity. Due to my meticulous obsession of ensuring she got to have as much privacy as possible, I consistently made sure her pictures never graced the tabloid drivel, and her name was scarcely referenced in the news.
Gauging their overly animated reaction to her slight bows and warm smiles, awestruck was too mild a word to describe their expressions.
Before we took our designated seats, Gisele stood close to me, dipping her mouth close to my ear. “Everything okay, sexy stud? You’re sulking.”
Mirroring her low baritone voice, I cocked my head so my lips were close to her but kept my eyes engaged on the rest of the party. The less intimate we appeared, the less inquisitive observers took note. “You never mentioned you spoke Japanese.”
“You never asked.” Her eyes twinkled, amused.
My gaze lingered too long on her lips, noting how my body ardently responded at the sight of her crimson puckers. “Do you have any more surprises for me?”
One beautiful brow pointedly arched, cheeky. “I don’t think you’ll stay long enough to find out.”
“Really, Gisele.”
“Yes, really, Mr. St. James.”
Smirking at her mad mission, making sure I understood there was a barrier between us now, I cast her a piercing, primitive gaze, one that entailed all the wicked things I longed to do to that wicked mouth of hers. “The second that bloody door shuts, I’m going to rip that little snug dress off your body, bend you over the nearest chair, and strike that little insolent arse until it’s pink and sore.”
“I’m sure you would. But until then…” she murmured, letting the words hang between us, teasing me to no end.
Our gazes locked for a hasty moment. For a wild heart-thumping beat. Senses heightening. Pulses quickening as we instantaneously got engulfed by raw, potent lust. Like a snake, it wrapped around the body, clutching onto it with deft precision, mercilessly constricting its fragile structure as it seized its hapless prey, biding the perfect ripened time to consume it whole.
