by Loni Ree
My face goes darker red when I answer, "I got the birth control shot the last time I went to the doctor, so I would be ready when we got married."
He runs his tongue from my chin to the top of my lips, and I get goosebumps all over my body. He smirks and replies, "Then hold on Sweetheart and let me do all the work. I'm going to warn you now, I have very little control left. Until I've had you at least two or three times, I'm not going to be able to let you touch me. But I promise to make it up to you. Ever since I walked into your bedroom and saw you in your bra and underwear, I have lived with a constant hard-on. Tonight, you are going to have to help me take care of the massive problem I have developed. All of my pants have permanent stretch marks in the front of them, and it is all your fault. I plan on taking my suffering out on your little ass over the next week. Get ready, you may walk funny for a while." He winks at me, and I laugh at him.
He then leans up and gently kisses me while running his hands slowly up and down my sides. When I finally start to relax, he starts running his tongue side to side over my lips seeking entry into my mouth, so I open my mouth, and he gently starts rubbing his tongue along mine slowly.
I'm so caught up in his kiss before I realize it, my gown is up around my shoulders. He breaks the kiss to gently pull it over my head. Then, he gently lays me back on the bed and starts to slowly kiss down my neck. When he gets to my left breast, he takes the nipple in his mouth and starts sucking vigorously on it while gently pinching the other nipple with his fingers. His actions cause my back to arch off the bed, and I cry out loudly, and I realize I have a death grip on his hair. He then kisses his way over to the right side and treats it the same way.
I start chanting his name over and over and over again. He then slowly kisses his way down my body. I lift my head and look as he's moving down my body and I'm shocked by the size of his dick. Surely, something so enormous is not going to fit inside of me. The last dick I saw was a joke compared to Lukas', maybe the mediocre sex wasn't all my fault. Soon, I get distracted.
I am shocked when he spreads my legs, and he is spreading my pussy lips with his fingers and blowing warm air on my heated skin. "God you smell good, let me have a taste of you." Then, he starts alternating between sucking hard on my clit and stabbing his tongue hard into my pussy opening. I'm holding onto the sheets so tightly, I think I'm going to tear a hole in them. He gently inserts a finger into me a far as he can and twists it around while sucking mercilessly on my clit. Wet, slurping noises fill the room, and I come so hard, I almost pass out. He keeps gently shoving his finger in and out while running his thumb over my sensitive clit. I grab him by the hair, and I am unable to decide whether to pull him towards me or push him away. He finally gets the idea and starts to slowly kiss his way back up my body.
He kisses all the way up my neck and whispers in my ear, "I'll try to be as gentle as possible." I feel him probing my opening and wetting his dick in all the moisture, then he kisses me and pushes into me hard and deep. I cry out from the burn, he is quite large. I feel tears leak out of my closed eyelids. He kisses the tears off of my cheeks and runs his hands soothingly through my hair until I start to relax. "You're doing so good baby, you feel so damn good. I've never felt anything like you in my life. I'll slow down until you get used to me. You just have to let me know when I can move."
I feel myself start to relax around him and I tell him, "Move, I am ready to feel you move." He starts to move, slowly at first, then steadily picking up speed. Before I know it, what I am feeling goes from an intense burning, and stretched feeling of fullness to the most unbelievable pleasure I've ever felt.
Lukas places his right hand on the headboard and his left hand by my shoulder and starts thrusting into me so hard, the bed is banging against the wall. He then starts demanding, "Now baby, come for me now. I know you are ready. Fuck, I can feel your pussy tightening up around my dick. Do it now." At his command, I have the most spectacular orgasm of my life and, at the same time, I feel Lukas swell and explode. He collapses on top of me and rolls over quickly. I snuggle up to him and try to catch my breath.
After his breathing returns to normal, he declares, "You have no idea how hard it has been to wait these past months to make love to you. Since I met you, I have walked around with a constant hard-on, but you were definitely worth the wait." He kisses the top of my head, and I giggle happily. I give him a small kiss and lay my head back on his shoulder. I am definitely starting to fall in love with my husband. Actually, I'm all the way in love with him.
L ukas
When I wake up the morning after our wedding, I check my dick to see if it is bruised. Her pussy was so fucking tight that when she came, I thought she was going to suck the insides of my balls out through my dick. I've never felt anything like making love to her in my life. If I'm this sore today, I know my Angel has to be hurting like hell. I may have joked about her walking funny, but I would never intentionally hurt Madison. Before she wakes up, I get up and go start the hot water in the jet tub. Hopefully, the water will help her sore muscles. I will have to take it easy on my tiny Angel since I don't want to put her out of commission for our honeymoon.
In the past, I have slept with plenty of women, and I have never, once, felt jealousy. Last night, when Madison told me she was not a virgin and had been in a serious relationship, I felt a rage so powerful, it nearly blinded me. All I could think at the time was I wanted to find the little asshole and annihilate him. Our honeymoon is going to be fantastic, but when we get home, I'm going to investigate the little fucker. For his sake, he had better have no designs on My Angel.
Our honeymoon flies by, and we only make love once a day which is a test of my control, but I want to go easy on Madison since I know she does not have my stamina and is new to sex. The rest of the time, I take her out all over the small island, and we have a wonderful time exploring and spending time together. We find that we have a lot in common. By the end of the week, I know I have come a long way towards my goal of making my wife fall in love with me. I couldn't be happier, but the little fucker from the past is still in the back of my mind. Before I know it, the time comes to return home.
On my first day back in the office, I call an old investigator I used in the past since I don't want to ask Drew to investigate his own niece. Terry works really fast, and by the end of the day, I have all the information I need on the little prick. The little fucker's name is Richie Archer and lucky for him, he moved to Arizona after graduating from college a couple years ago. As far as Terry could find, Richie hasn't had any contact with Madison in the four years since they broke up. He's been dating the same girl for a couple of years, so I know he is not a threat. I still want to kill him for having touched My Angel, but since she wasn't even mine at the time, I'll have to let it go.
CHAPTER 7
MADISON
We are already home from our honeymoon. It seems like the week flew by and now we need to return to the real world. While we were in Barbados, Lukas was so loving and attentive, I wanted to pinch myself to make sure the whole thing was not a dream. There was really no comparison between Lukas and Richie, my one and only ex-boyfriend. If I had known what making love was supposed to be, I would have waited for Lukas. My relationship with Richie was a mistake from day one. He was a business major, and his real motive for dating me was my family connections. Once he realized I was not a favored daughter, he couldn't leave me fast enough. I was hurt at first, then my mother was diagnosed with cancer. Between her illness and getting through my last semester of school, I didn't have time to mourn such an insignificant relationship.
Last night, I slept in Lukas' grand bedroom for the first time. I wake up today, the same way I did every morning during our time in Barbados, with Lukas going down on me which leads to him making love to me. I am so glad our room is on the opposite side of the house from the others, I would hate for them to hear our early morning and late night activities. It is a great way to start the morning, but it takes me a while to rec
over and get ready for the day.
By the time I make it down to breakfast, Lukas has already left for the office, so now I'll have to find something to occupy myself for the rest of the day. I make plans to have all of my things moved into Lukas' room, at least I'll have something to do for part of the day. I keep myself busy throughout the day. Brayden and I have dinner alone since everyone else is working. Lukas sent me a text earlier saying he had a late meeting and would grab dinner at the office. I get ready for bed and decide to go ahead and read some. Maybe Lukas will get home before I go to sleep.
The next morning I wake up, and I'm alone in bed. Lukas' side of the bed is rumpled, so I assume Lukas was home at some point last night. But he left again before I woke up, I miss him terribly, and I feel so unbelievably sorry for myself, I could cry.
Brayden is already having breakfast when I get to the dining room. I think Brayden can tell how upset I am. "I'm going out to look at a new horse we are thinking of adding to our stables. Please come with me, you shouldn't be stuck in the house all day."
"Sounds like a lot of fun, let me grab my jacket, and I'll be ready to go." I'm so excited to get out of the house and have something to do, I float up to the stairs. We end up driving about two hours away to a small little farm, and Brayden takes his time looking over the horse and negotiating with the horse's owner.
We also end up having a late lunch at a cute, little restaurant not too far from the farm. It turns out, Brayden is a lot of fun, and we are becoming good friends. While we are driving home, I go to text Lukas, but when I reach into my purse I find my phone isn't in there. I guess I forgot it this morning when we left home. We finally make it home, well after dinner, and the fireworks start.
L ukas
I started the day pissed off because I miss my wife. I arrived so late last night, Madison was already asleep. She looked dead tired, and I didn’t want to wake her up. Because of the fucked up mess going on at the Sterling-Ryan, I drag my ass out of bed way before anyone else and go to work way too fucking early. I have a brand new marriage, and I want to do everything in my power to make my wife fall in love with me, yet I find myself spending less and less time with her. My frustrations are building up on me.
Here I am sitting at my desk before the sun has even come up, overdosing on caffeine so I can make it through the today. Someone is stealing information from my company and selling it to one of my competitors. I have buried my head in the sand for way too long, now I have to face the facts, a motherfucker who I trusted, is screwing me over.
Even though I consider Drew Steele a shitty human being for the fucked up situation with my sister and his nephew, his security firm, DRS Security, Inc. is the best. When I began to have my suspicions, I contacted him and had him quietly start investigating. Yesterday, he asked me to meet him at his office, and he dropped a bombshell. He hasn't had time to figure out precisely who is behind the theft because the fucker is very good at hiding himself, but someone is selling my company’s secrets. This asshole had better find a big fucking rock to hide under, and this fucker had better stay under his chosen rock until I am dead because I will never stop looking for him.
Drew promises me, his guys will figure out who is selling my secrets quickly; I am anxiously fucking waiting. I keep thinking the apparent suspect is Marta, but the logical part of me doesn’t think she's smart enough or stupid enough to fuck me over. Oh well, I'll have to wait on Drew.
I'm here early before anyone else to meet Drew and find out if any new information has come to light. Earlier when I arrived, I let the night guard know to send him straight to my office.
Drew walks in the door, and I can tell by the expression on his face, I'm not going to like what he has to say. We shake hands, and I point to the chair in front of my desk to signal for him to have a seat. "Can I get you some coffee before we get started?"
"No, Lukas I had plenty on the way in here. I hate to tell you this, but you were actually right. Your former assistant, Marta Jenkins has been selling you out, big time. From what we have been able to find out, it started sometime around May of last year when she was approached by August Dunbar. It looks like he made her an offer she couldn't refuse. My IT/hacker guy is meticulously gathering all of the proof you should need to take to the authorities to have her arrested and prosecuted. The authorities should be able to prosecute Marta without any trouble using all the information we have discovered. There's also enough evidence for a civil suit against Dunbar if you so choose. If I were you, I would have her security credentials deleted immediately. Once you proceed though, she will be tipped off and know you're aware of what she's done and she may either disappear or start trying to cover her tracks. We already have more than enough evidence, she should not be able to delete or destroy anything pertinent to the prosecution. The authorities won't arrest her for days or even weeks until they conduct their own investigation so she will have time to disappear if she chooses that route." He tells me after he sits in front of my desk.
I get up and pour myself a drink to try to calm down. I know it's early, but the shock is overwhelming. After a few minutes, I have my thoughts gathered, and I respond to Drew. "I can't fucking believe it. I never thought the bitch was that stupid. She's been making quite a bit of trouble for me since I became engaged to Madison. Even though my relationship with her ended way before I even met Madison, she somehow believes if she throws herself at me enough, I will magically take her back. I fucking moved her to a different division in hopes she would lose interest in me and move on, but so far she hasn't. If anything, she's become way more aggressive. I'm going to use her stalking behavior as my excuse for firing her and removing her security credentials. Once I fire Marta, your guy should have more time to gather all the evidence out there. I appreciate everything you have done and how quickly you've worked on this matter."
After Drew leaves my office, I call Thomas, my head of security and update him on what I have found today. We make a plan to call Marta into the conference room near the security office on the second floor, so there is plenty of manpower for her firing. I'm going to need a drink when the meeting is over.
As I'm sitting at the conference table with Thomas, Wyatt and Julie Cannon, our Human Resources Manager, waiting for Marta to arrive, I decide to shoot Madison a quick text.
Sorry wasn't home last night or this morning. Busy at SR. Will be home in time to have dinner with you tonight.
There's a knock at the door, and I'm ready for the battle. Julie invites Marta to have a seat. "Marta, you've been asked to this meeting because Sterling–Ryan will no longer tolerate your behavior towards one of our employees. Even though Mr. Ryan is the CEO, he is still covered as an employee. He has brought to our attention several instances where your behavior is considered stalking and harassment. Mr. Ryan, himself, has tried to warn you to cease your behavior and you have ignored these warnings. He even changed your position in the hopes you would improve your behavior. Since all of these attempts have failed, Sterling–Ryan has no other option, except to terminate your employment, effective immediately. Your desk has already been cleaned out, and there is a security guard outside with your belongings. He will escort you off the premises. Please remember you signed a nondisclosure agreement upon your employment with Sterling–Ryan. If you do not abide by your agreement with Sterling-Ryan, then we will be forced to take legal action against you."
For a moment, Marta is too fucking shocked to say a word. Then all hell breaks loose, "You fucking asshole, did you really think I would let you get away with screwing me? Do you think you can fuck me over? Well, I won't let you! We aren't done!"
Suddenly, the stupid bitch is trying to jump over the table and Wyatt and Thomas have her on the ground. Thomas is trying to control her arms, while she scratching at his arms and anything she can grab. He yells to the security guards out in the hall, "Get your asses in here and drop her out on the sidewalk with all of her shit."
Once the circus clears the hall, we inform securit
y and the front desk of her contentious termination, and she is banned from all Sterling-Ryan property for life. Hopefully, Drew does his job, and the cops pick her ass up soon.
When I get back to my office, I look at my phone, and I realize Madison never did text me back. I give her a call, and it goes straight to voicemail. For some reason, it worries me, so I decide to call Marcy and find out what's going on.
Marcy lets me know Brayden and Madison left together right after breakfast this morning, but she has no idea where they were going. I check Brayden's calendar, and there are no appointments listed for today. Next, I give Brayden a call to see what the hell is going on and I'm worried and pissed off when his phone goes to voicemail, as well.
I spend the next six hours growing more and more panicked as I both text and call Madison and Brayden numerous times, with no response from either. By four thirty, I'm a complete wreck, and I race home to see if maybe they have returned home. I find no one at home except for Marcy and the staff. When I go to our room to see if I can find a note or any explanation for where she could be, I find Madison's phone still hooked to the charger. So at least I know, she's not ignoring my calls and texts. But there's still no reason for Brayden not to answer his fucking phone. I have Max, Bradley, and Annie out looking everywhere they can think of for them. Since Drew left for California right after our meeting this morning, I didn't even bother calling him.
By the time 8 o'clock rolls around, I'm picturing them dead in a ditch somewhere, and I'm so frantic I'm ready to puke. I'm praying. I'm begging God. By the Grace of God, they come walking in the door like I haven't spent the last several hours worrying my fucking head off. When I see them, I explode.
M adison
A s soon as we open the door, I feel like I'm hit with a missile. I have never seen anyone as mad as Lukas is right now. He grabs Brayden and shoves him up against the wall in the entryway. "Where the fuck have you been and why have you been ignoring all of my calls and texts? I have texted and called both of you numerous times all day long, and neither one of you have responded. I blew off two meetings today, and there are three people out looking for both of you. What do you have to say for yourselves?"
