by Lucy Leroux
Tahlia and Chang have never hung out together, and they were having fun getting to know each other—although Tahlia was a little quieter than usual at first. But the lovely brunette seemed happy about Maia’s impending marriage. A little surprised, but definitely pleased.
“Where is the groom-to-be?” Tahlia asked, sipping on champagne while admiring the kitchen and adjoining living room.
“Calen is going out with his friends for dinner. He’s promised to stay away until at least eleven, so we’ll have plenty of time to pick the dress and do the first fitting. His best friend’s sister Maggie and her friend Peyton are coming over, too. He wants me to get to know them better since we’ll be spending a lot of time with them in the future.”
Tahlia’s face lit up. “That’s good. I’ve been thinking you needed to get out more and make new friends,” she said, an odd light in her clear blue eyes.
“I’ve never met Peyton, but Maggie is nice. Her husband is an FBI agent.”
Tahlia didn’t even blink when she nodded, which suggested that she didn’t know about Calen’s family.
The two women in question soon joined them. Peyton was a very pretty girl with auburn hair. Watching her laugh at something Chang said, Maia wondered if Calen had spent any real time with Peyton before. She was pretty enough to have caught his eye. But Peyton didn’t seem at all upset by the fact that Calen was getting married. She seemed perfectly genuine when she congratulated Maia.
After they had spent a little while eating and chatting, the dress coordinator arrived with a dozen gowns to choose from. Maia immediately knew which one Calen wanted her to wear, but she was so spoiled for choice that she decided to try them all on. The others encouraged her to do exactly that, and soon they were sitting on the long couch in front of the fireplace, sipping champagne and cheering her on as she twirled and modeled thousands of dollars worth of wedding finery.
There was one choice she saved for last, knowing that it was the one she would ultimately choose. She slipped the white silk confection on, and the dress coordinator helped her adjust the corset bodice to conform to her body.
The straight cut bodice lifted and molded her cleavage. It was overlaid with a gauzy embroidered white silk that matched the skirt, which floated around her legs in asymmetrical layers.
The coordinator tried to give her a matching coronet for her hair, but Maia drew the line at that. The dress already screamed fairy princess without it. Instead, she asked for white orchids to be put in her hair the day of the wedding and the coordinator promised to arrange it.
“So this is the one?” the eager woman asked.
“Yes, definitely,” Maia said, running her hands over the delicate material reverently. "Is this one of the dresses my fiancé chose?"
The woman nodded, pins in her mouth. Satisfaction flooded Maia. This was the dress Calen wanted her to wear. She knew it instinctively. He still left the choice up to her, but this one was his fantasy. And it was beautiful.
Is this the way he really sees me? Maia ran a hand over the sudden flurry of butterflies in her stomach.
The dress lady said something, but her voice was distant and tinny.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“I said I agree,” the woman said, adjusting the bodice, having taken the pins out of her mouth. “The others are lovely, but this one seems like it was made for you. I’m sure your audience out there will say the same thing. Go out and show them!”
When Maia did, the girls and Chang hooted and hollered louder than they had for any of the other dresses. It was a smashing success.
She pirouetted and twirled before announcing. “This is the dress I’m going to be married in. I think it suits me best, and I’m positive it’s the one Calen wants me to wear. He didn’t say so, but I think it’s obvious.”
“Yeah, it is. Man, he’s not kidding around about the fairy fetish,” a red-faced and tipsy Peyton giggled.
“Peyton,” Maggie hissed, poking her in the side with an elbow.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Peyton said horrified, her hand flying to cover her mouth.
“A what fetish?” Tahlia asked with a grin.
The wine had loosened up her usual reserved demeanor and she was laughing and joking in a way Maia hadn’t ever seen. Not even on her own birthday.
“I take it you know about Calen’s collection,” she said to Peyton before she could stop herself.
“Oh, thank god!” Peyton said, collapsing onto the couch in relief. “You know about his collection, too!”
Maggie smiled sheepishly. “Me and Liam have gone shopping for the collection together before...and I have a big mouth. But Calen doesn’t know I know. Please don’t tell him!”
“What collection?” Chang asked wide-eyed, bouncing up and down on the plush couch cushions in his excitement.
The glass of wine he was holding sloshed dangerously. Tahlia took it out of his hands before Maia answered.
“I’m not allowed to discuss Calen’s collection,” Maia said, trying hard not to laugh. “But I will say that I was relieved to find out it did not involve porn of any kind.”
The girls burst into laughter, and Chang begged to be let in on the secret, but Maia was adamant. She had promised Calen. Peyton and Maggie could tell him in the elevator when they all went down if they chose. They had already offered to give him a ride home.
“And this is the man that owns all those nightclubs?” Tahlia asked. “Including Siren? He is starting to sound interesting. I wish I could meet him.”
Tahlia had already announced she needed to leave early, before Calen arrived home. She also had a family event she couldn’t get out of and wouldn’t be able to attend the wedding that weekend.
“You’ll meet him when you get back from Florida,” Maia said.
Tahlia’s smile stiffened, but she agreed. “Of course I will.”
The coordinator’s assistant came out of the bedroom after they finished packing the rejected gowns. She took some measurements and announced that the necessary alterations would be minimal and mostly to the hemline of her dress. Maia changed back into her clothes and started to celebrate with more wine.
Tahlia had already been gone for half an hour when Calen came home. He breezed in with Liam and Trick, all of them flushed and talking loudly. They swept into the room, filling it with their presence. The Tylers were impeccably dressed, as usual, but Calen put them to shame in his tailored charcoal grey suit.
The trio had clearly been drinking, too.
“Hello, nymph,” he said, sweeping in and kissing Maia soundly.
The others snickered. Chang hopped up to say hello, his face flushed and excited. At first, Calen was guarded, but polite. But after some more chatting and a round of toasts made by Trick, Calen warmed up to her other office-mate. He even invited Chang to the bachelor party Liam had decided to throw him on Friday night.
Feeling festive, Maia joined Maggie and Peyton as they grew more and more tipsy. By the time everyone left, she was as drunk as she’d ever been. Soon the others got up to say their goodbyes. Chang left with the girls, thrilled to be included.
“I think you have a new fan,” Maia said, carefully making her way to him on unsteady feet.
Calen watched her with a big grin. He cocked his head at her.
“Baby, are you drunk?”
“I’m definitely not sober.” She giggled as she reached for him.
He let out a little growl as he reached for her. “I think this calls for some nakedness,” he murmured in her ear as he carried her to their bedroom.
He dropped her on the bed and turned to dim the lights and strip off his suit jacket.
“No,” he ordered. “Let me.”
He crawled on top of the bed. Taking hold of her dress, he tugged it off eagerly. When he was down to her matching black bra and panties, his eyes flared with hunger. He ran his hand over the embroidered surface of the bra and then started tugging. Hard. A loud ripping sound filled the air.
“Oh, sorry, that was cute,” he murmured.
He dropped an apologetic kiss on the top of her head before pulling down her panties. He tossed them away before leaning over to stroke the tall black leather boots she was wearing.
“Keep these on,” he said huskily, running his fingers along her leather-covered calves and up over her naked thighs.
Her breath caught, but Calen stopped before he reached the area that ached for his touch the most. Instead, his finger splayed on her thighs and curled until he was gripping her legs.
His eyes locked with hers. “Baby, can I tie you up?” he asked.
Maia froze. Briefly, apprehension tightened her chest, and she had to breathe in deeply before she realized she wasn’t truly afraid. Just startled…and a little aroused.
Why not? She trusted Calen.
“Okay, let’s try it,” she whispered.
He shot her a sexy grin before hopping off the bed to dig through his closet. He came back with some of his neckties clutched in his hand. After wrapping one silky tie around her wrists, he checked the knot before tying it to the headboard. He tossed the other one away.
“I was going to blindfold you too, but I think I would rather see your eyes when you are at my mercy,” he growled.
Maia’s heart pounded as she tested her restraints. Her hands weren’t that tightly bound, but she couldn’t move them much. With her hands over her head, her breasts were lifted higher as if she was offering them to Calen.
And he soon took advantage. His large hands covered the small peaks, twisting and kneading gently until he pinched her nipples hard enough to make her cry out. It didn’t really hurt, but the sensation was intense.
Her already warm body grew hotter. She could feel herself become wetter as Calen crawled over her like a predatory cat. Except for his shoes, he was still dressed. He lowered his body and her brain went into sensory overdrive as the rough texture of his shirt made contact with her naked breasts.
She didn’t understand why it was so hot that he was clothed and she was naked, but her brain was threatening to melt down when he rocked forward and the fabric of his pants abraded the softness between her legs.
“We’re going to ruin your suit,” she said, in a tone suspiciously close to a squeal.
Calen laughed, the husky sound vibrating through her. “Don’t worry about that. I have plenty of others,” he said, working his way down her body. “You only worry about this.”
He parted her legs with firm strong hands and lowered his head between them.
Maia’s eyes closed in ecstasy as Calen’s lips showered kisses all over her pussy, stopping to nibble on the lips before his tongue began to lick in long sure strokes. She could almost hear the blood pounding in her veins and would have sworn that her heartbeat had moved from her chest to her pussy, where her lover was using his mouth and hands to make her mindless.
Her legs shifted restlessly, and her hands trembled in the restraints. She could hear someone moaning in time with his rhythm and was startled to realize it was her.
The pressure built and built, until the pulsing pleasure tightened like a bowstring. After a few heartbeats, it broke and she cried out, “Oh God, Calen!” as she thrashed her head against the pillow.
Maia came back to herself reluctantly when Calen yanked down his zipper and pulled out his cock. He parted her legs roughly and crawled between them, guiding himself to her small silky entrance. He stared down at her face as started to work himself inside her.
“Shit,” he groaned. “You are so tight. It’s like taking a virgin every single time,” he panted as he worked his full length inside of her.
Maia could only whimper as he slowly impaled her. Calen did have to be careful each time he entered her. He was too big for her petite frame, but she couldn’t help but find the contrast between them exciting. He towered over her when they were standing. Even when he was above her on the bed, his size overwhelmed her, and she felt a thrill of sexual fear being at the mercy of such a large, muscular man.
But she knew in her heart that he would never hurt her.
****
“Beg me to stop, little nymph,” Calen panted as he continued to work himself in and out of her.
Maia’s tight sheath gripped and fought him at the same time—as if she was simultaneously trying to push him out and keep him in. It fueled the fantasy he was creating with her boots and bound hands.
“What?” she gasped as her body was carried up and down with Calen’s thrusts.
“I want you to beg me to stop fucking you...you tricksy little fey.”
His voice was ragged with an edge of desperation and Maia’s entire body tightened in response. Calen groaned when she gripped him even harder.
“Please, please stop, sir,” Maia said.
“Sir? I like that. Beg sir for mercy. Tell him not to take your virginity,” he hissed.
“But you’ve already—”
“Doesn’t feel like it. Now beg.”
She obliged him. She begged and pleaded, weaving a fantasy around him that had him pumping into her in fast hard strokes. He swore under his breath. Maia made him hot when he was stone cold sober. But like this, with her warm and aroused from the alcohol, and he was burning up. He hadn’t even been able to undress properly.
Having her tied to his bed, at his mercy, was satisfying in a primal and unfamiliar way. The sharp edge of his need urged him on until he was pumping into her harder than he ever had before.
Luckily for him, Maia was with him all the way.
The more she pretended to beg for mercy, the more force he used to hold her down and take her. But she didn’t object, instead she wrapped her legs around his pumping hips, digging her boot heels into his flexing buttocks.
Lost in his own personal paradise, he fought to last a little longer.
****
Pleasure mounted as Calen ground into her harder. Though it hurt a little, the pressure inside her built higher as she tried to clamp down and hold him inside of her. She didn’t want to let him go.
Unable to hold it off, her inner muscles began to flutter and spasm. A heartbeat later, she cried out as her whole body convulsed around him. Calen’s cock swelled and pulsed inside of her as he let out a hoarse shout. It felt like he was pumping an endless amount of his seed straight into her open, waiting womb.
He stayed suspended over her for a long minute before he finally rolled over and collapsed next to her.
Maia whimpered slightly as Calen lay next to her without moving to release her bindings. She twitched her arms and nudged him with her hip. “Sorry, baby,” he panted. “I’ll let you go, just give me a minute.”
It actually took several minutes, but when he finally untied her he kissed her wrists, rubbing them gently before pulling her on top of him so that her back was to his front.
Maia was limp as Calen raised his knees and pulled her closer, shifting until her legs were over his, her buttocks against his softening erection. Lovingly, he put his arms around her, his hands cupping her breasts, tracing a line over them and down her waist. His hands rested there, and she was suddenly aware of what he was doing.
Calen was holding her in this position, with her legs up, to increase the chances for fertilization. He was trying to make sure she conceived his child.
The realization that Calen was, at this moment, trying to put a baby inside of her made Maia slightly dizzy. And conflicted. Deep down, she knew she wanted his baby. She wanted to give him ten babies. But she couldn’t shake the louder more practical voice in her head lecturing her that she was too young, and there was still so much she wanted to accomplish in her life before she had children.
And she didn’t know Calen as well as she should.
And that’s what’s actually bothering you. Not the fact he wants children, but that he wants them now.
She had always wanted a baby, after all. He hadn’t been wrong about that. But she’d never had a boyfriend before, and financially there had been no possibility
that she’d be able to care for a child on her own. But Calen was wealthy. A baby wouldn’t be a burden to him. He was also very open and intensely affectionate.
And I’m going to be married to him in a few days. Soon I’ll know almost everything about him. But if there were any surprises coming her way, she might be pregnant before she became aware of them. Then it would be too late.
“I’m sorry I can’t let you out for a bachelorette party,” Calen said, distracting her from her troubled thoughts. “Especially since it looks like I can’t talk Liam out of throwing me a bachelor party. I know Maggie and Peyton were dead set on taking you out if we were doing something.”
“Don’t worry. I don’t know them well enough yet for me to comfortable with them all on my own at something like that. I wouldn't want them throwing me a bachelorette party. Especially with Tahlia being away. Also, I get to blame you so they don’t think I’m the bad guy or some freaky closet case,” she said cheekily over her shoulder.
“You’re welcome, I guess. But I am sorry. There would be too many variables, and I don’t want to make things harder for your security team than it already is.” He was quiet for a minute. “Hey...why didn’t you mention that Chang was gay?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
“If you had mentioned it, I would have had him over sooner. Not Wesley, but the gay guy is welcome,” he said magnanimously, the possessive note in his voice sending a warm thrill down her spine.
“I had a crush on him before I realized he was gay,” she said innocently.
Calen’s hands clenched in her hair, and he tugged on it gently until her ear was next to his mouth.
“You like to play with fire don’t you, baby?” he asked before he bit her ear. She squealed slightly and tried to wiggle away, but he held her firmly to him. “I can’t believe you liked that skinny little drip of a kid.”
Maia laughed. “He was nice to me and I was very shy. I am still shy. If we hadn’t met the way we did, then I would never have had the courage to talk to you. If I’d seen you at your club, I would have been afraid to get caught even looking in your direction,” she said honestly. “And I sort of knew Chang was gay before I officially found out. He was safe to like.”
