by Hamel, B. B.
I didn’t expect that… I didn’t expect it at all.
Afterward, at the reception, I stayed right by his side. He never once left me or walked off to do something else. He stuck close by, holding my hand for most of it. He introduced me to person after person, some of them rich and powerful, but mostly…
I just listened to him talk. I just felt his hand slip into mine, or slide along the small of my back.
I just felt him dancing close.
And it was magic.
* * *
My wedding passes in a blur.
“You look tired,” Knox says to me in the limo that’s driving us to the hotel.
“I guess I am.” I stretch my legs and smile at him. “Thanks for today.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Thanks for showing up.”
I laugh. “You thought I might run?”
“I was pretty sure you would, honestly.”
I grin and shake my head. “Nah. I’m not that kind of girl.”
“Oh, yeah?” He leans closer to me. “What kind of girl are you, exactly, Ruby?”
I blush and look down at my feet. “I don’t know. I guess I’m still finding out.”
“I think I know.” He puts an arm around my shoulder and I lean my head against him.
He doesn’t elaborate, but I can guess what he’s thinking.
It’s our wedding night.
Certain things are expected of a bride on her wedding night.
I’m supposed to do things… things I’ve never done before.
To be honest, the thought of it doesn’t terrify me like I believed it would. I mean, I never thought I’d still be a virgin on my wedding night, to be totally honest. It just sort of worked out that way.
But I’m not afraid of being with him that way. I should be. He’s a stranger, after all.
But he’s Knox…
He made me feel so good already. He gave me just a taste of what he can do.
I feel my heart flutter. Maybe he’s right about me.
Maybe I am…
The limo parks outside of a huge glass skyscraper. I frown at him. “What about the hotel?” I ask.
“We’re staying someplace nicer now,” he answers, climbing out of the car. He helps me out. “Don Grosso won’t bother us for a couple of weeks at least.”
I stare at him, shocked. This is the first time he’s mentioning the mafia and he does it so… casually.
“You made a deal?”
He nods, his face unreadable. “Come on.”
I want to press for more details but he’s already leading me inside. People are staring, people on the street and in the lobby, I guess because I’m still wearing my dress.
“Oh my god, you look so pretty!” a young woman shouts.
I smile at her and Knox brings me inside. More people stare and I feel like I’m famous or something as he leads me through the lobby. He’s smiling a little bit, clearly proud to be leading me toward the elevators.
“Where’s our stuff?” I ask him as we head up.
“Already here. Don’t worry. I’m taking care of everything.”
“That’s what you do, huh?”
He shrugs a little and pulls me against him. He looks down into my eyes and there’s a dirty little smile on his lips.
“I’ll take care of you,” he whispers softly. “And you’ll return the favor.”
“You want me to take care of you? I’m not sure I can.”
He laughs gently and tilts my chin toward him. “Oh, no, no, no, little Ruby. You most certainly can.”
I feel a tremble when I realize what he means.
He kisses me gently. I kiss him back, letting it linger. It’s a lot like that kiss in front of the crowd, our first kiss as man and wife…
Except it lingers longer. His tongue tastes more like grass and air and sky…
The doors open. I expect to be greeted by a long hallway like in any other hotel.
But instead, the doors open directly into a room.
“What?” I ask stupidly.
He laughs and leads me inside. “I guess you didn’t notice me swipe the key back on the elevator.”
He’s right. I didn’t.
“Holy crap.”
He takes me inside and shows me around. The elevator opens directly into a living room with couches and chairs, everything comfortably and expensively furnished in a modern style. There’s one bank of couches and chairs grouped around each other on a large red carpet near what looks like a real, working fireplace.
On the other side of the room is a large couch in front of a big screen television. Behind it all are huge windows overlooking the city.
There’s a kitchen and two bedroom, and three bathrooms but all I can do is stand at the windows and stare.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asks me, appearing at my shoulder with a glass of wine.
I take it and sip it. I didn’t drink anything all night. I was too anxious and afraid I’d get drunk.
“Amazing.”
The view is incredible. We’re high enough that no nearby buildings get in the way. I can see South Philly spreading out toward the river, a tangle of lights and buildings and cars, everything looking so small… but like a puzzle. Like some puzzle only a god could put together.
His hands are on my shoulders for a moment before he kisses my neck. I smile a little, leaning back against him.
And then I feel his right hand move to the back of my dress and slowly unzip it.
I feel my breath catch as he slowly pulls the zipper down.
“You looked amazing tonight,” he says softly. “The most beautiful woman in that room by far. Did I tell you that yet?”
“No,” I whisper.
He finishes unzipping me, but doesn’t take the dress off.
“I was proud to stand next to you up there,” he says gently. “Very, very proud. There were a lot of jealous faces staring back at us.”
“I didn’t notice.”
“Of course you didn’t.” He pushes his right hand into my hair and pulls gently, tugging me back toward him. He kisses me over my shoulder, hand buried in my hair, my dress unzipped and barely staying on.
My heart’s racing hard. We’re in front of enormous windows, anyone could see… and yet, I know nobody can. We’re too high up and there aren’t any windows remotely close by that could see.
He kisses me softly, before moving to my neck. “You’re gorgeous, my Ruby,” he whispers and takes the glass of wine from my hand. He places it down on the end table to his left. “I got lucky when you stumbled into my life and decided to sleep on my couch.”
“Please. I was lucky… you saved my life. You’re still saving it.”
“True.” He kisses me softly before his free hand moves forward, sliding down the front of my dress to lightly cup my right breast, teasing my nipple gently. I feel a thrill run down my spine. “But you should know something.”
“Yes?” I say, slightly breathless.
“You don’t owe me anything. If you want to back out… I’ll let you. I won’t force you. To be honest, my Ruby, I’m proud enough to call you my wife.”
I bite my lip. “Really?” I whisper.
He smirks. “But I don’t think you’re going to.”
For a second, a million thoughts run through my mind. All my fears, all my worries, they all come out.
I’ve never done this before.
But…
He has.
“No,” I say and it comes out almost a moan.
“No,” he repeats. “I didn’t think so.”
His hand leaves my hair and he pushes my dress forward. I let it slide off, down my arms, slumping down my midsection. I shimmy my hips and it drops to the floor.
He pushes me forward. I put my hands flat on the cold glass and groan. My gorgeous dress is lying like a puddle on the floor as he kisses my neck, hands moving along my skin. He teases my breasts, cupping them and rolling my nipples. I look over my shoulder at him, heart racin
g.
I could’ve said no… I could’ve stopped…
But god, I don’t want to.
I want this so badly and he fucking knows it.
He kisses me hard and I moan into that kiss. One hand grabs onto my hair again as the other moves forward, down my stomach, over my belly button, and down the front of my panties.
I moan and my fingers curl, pulling along the polished glass, leaving little prints. He slides a finger down along my slit and I gasp, only just realizing how dripping wet I am.
He practically coos into my ear. “Soaked,” he says. “Like I knew you would be. Try as hard as you want, my Ruby. You can’t stop yourself from feeling how you feel.”
“And how do I feel?” I groan at him.
He slides a finger inside of me and back out. It’s dripping wet as he rolls it along my stiff clit.
“You’re aching to be fucked by me,” he whispers gently.
I let out a groan.
“You’re aching to take my cock… you’re aching to be fucked and controlled. You want someone to take care of you, little Ruby. And that’s going to be me.”
I gasp as his fingers slide inside of me. He pulls my hair hard and I groan against the pain. It mingles with the pleasure, confusing the two, making both so much stronger.
His fingers are fierce and uncompromising. He presses me forward again and I can feel his hard cock against me as my breasts press against the glass. It’s cold and the shock of it only heightens the sensation of pleasure as he teases my pussy, fucking me with his fingers before sliding them back out to press my clit in perfect knee-shaking pressure.
I groan and roll my hips back against him. He’s incredible and knows exactly what he’s doing… and it drives me wild.
This isn’t what I expected… not what I expected at all.
I’m losing it, letting myself drop into that space of pure bliss where nothing else exists but this man that’s touching my body. He can take me here so easily, with only a whisper, only a nudge…
And he wants me to plummet so far.
His lips brush against my neck… and I feel him release my hair. He grips my ass then spanks me.
I moan as he drops down to his knees and grabs my hips with both hands. He slides my panties down and I stare at him over my shoulder, pushing my hips back again, arching my back. My hands stay on the glass as he purrs and growls his delight.
“Look at you,” he whispers, spreading my ass wide. He licks me and I gasp, shock and pleasure mingling. He’s so dirty… so filthy. And it feels so good.
“Delicious,” he growls and spanks me. I gasp and he spanks me again before spreading me wide and licking me. His tongue licks every inch of me from behind, finding my pussy and rolling back to lick my ass. I gasp as he spanks me again, harder this time.
He stands and his fingers find my pussy from behind. He slides them inside, two of them, thick and deep. I gasp, arching my back again. I groan and roll my hips as he kisses me. I can taste my pussy on his lips.
He spanks my ass and grabs my hair. I’m naked, so naked…
And he’s still fully dressed.
I turn around and push against him. He grins as I fumble at his clothes. He grabs my hair tight and pulls back. I gasp as I finally manage to unbutton his shirt… and push it open.
His body is muscular and intense… incredible.
I groan as he takes off the shirt, releasing my hair. I back up against the glass window again and watch as he undresses, so easily and quickly and gracefully. He tosses his clothing down onto the floor… a black puddle to match my dress’s white.
When he’s finished, he stands in front of me, his massive cock in one hand, slowly stroking. I feel fear and desire mingle and spike as he steps forward.
“Little Ruby,” he purrs. “So fucking beautiful. So delicious. I need to feel your wet little cunt wrapped around my big, hard cock. Can you take every inch, my darling?” He purrs into my ear and I groan as his fingers tease me again.
I reach down and take his cock in my hands… stroking him with both of them.
“Yes,” I groan. “I’m ready. I think I’m ready.”
“Oh, I know you are.” He pulls his fingers back and slide his index finger into my mouth. I suck it hard, tasting my pussy… tasting how wet I am. “You’re dripping, my filthy Ruby.”
I groan as he pulls me away from the window. He takes me over to the huge couch and pushes me down.
I fall onto the cushions… and my hair spills all around me.
He kneels between my legs. My heart races, so fast, so fast…
I can barely breathe.
He leans over me and kisses my lips. “Don’t worry,” he says, and presses his cock against my gaping, soaking pussy. “I’ll be gentle with you… this one time.”
And he slides himself inside of me.
I gasp, back arching.
It hurts… and it feels good.
God, it’s confusing. It hurts and feels good and I want more of him. I grab onto his back, fingers digging deep as he slides his cock into me… filling me… stretching me…
“Knox,” I gasp.
“That’s right, my little wife. You can take me so easily, you filthy girl.”
He fills me to the brim. I know I’m full of him, every inch of his huge cock buried between my lips. I’m flushed and wild with pleasure. I kiss him, grabbing onto his hair… as he starts to slide in and out.
Slowly at first, so slowly. It feels like heaven as my pussy relaxes and takes his massive cock in and out. He’s easing me into it, I know he is. He knows what he’s doing.
I moan into his ear.
I need more… more…
He fucks me faster. He kisses me, everything a blur of bodies. I’m sweating and moaning, and he’s growling his pleasure…
I can’t help it. I take his massive cock and he guides me through this, easing me into it…
“Ruby, Ruby,” he growls in my ear. “You feel incredible. God damn, your tight pussy is like heaven. Slick and warm and fucking incredible.”
I gasp and let him fuck me. I feel the muscles in his back tighten as he does his work, moving in and out. I can’t help myself and start to roll my hips against him. I’m moaning, saying his name, groaning.
“My delicious wife… perfect tight cunt, beautiful little breasts…” His lips find my nipples then my lips, kissing me…
I take his massive cock. He fucks me faster and we’re moving together, writhing and sweating and fucking. I never knew it could be like this. I never thought I’d be able to feel like this.
But my god.
It’s heaven. Every stroke is pleasure.
I need him to keep going. I dig my fingers harder.
“Knox,” I gasp in his ear. “Don’t stop. Oh my god.”
“You like it, you dirty girl,” he growls. He’s groaning, panting.
He’s fucking me faster now. I roll my hips, taking him, letting him fill me. I gasp his name, back arching.
He fucks me harder, rougher. His lips find my lips, my neck, my breasts, his hands move along my skin, grabbing my hips, teasing my nipples, pulling my hair. I’m in a frenzy and I completely forget where I am or when I am. I forget the wedding, the danger, everything.
There’s only Knox and his body.
I can feel the pulse between my legs, the glow growing, the pleasure mounting. He keeps stroking into me, gorgeous and muscular and hard. I gasp, rolling my hips faster. I can’t help it, I push back against him.
He groans and pulls my hair and rips into me. He’s fucking me hard now and it’s all pleasure and pain and so good, so good, god, so good.
“Don’t stop!” I gasp.
He growls and fucks me, grabbing my hair. He rails into me, filling me, thrusting deeper and deeper. I feel my breasts shake with every hard stroke and I need it so badly I can barely understand what’s happening.
And slowly it builds, so slowly, so deliciously. He keeps going, making that spark turn into a fire, into
an eruption.
“Come for me, little wife,” he growls, a command. “Come for me right now, you filthy girl, my Ruby.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes yes yes, Knox, yes.”
I feel it overwhelm my senses. It rips through my body and I gasp, back arched, moaning his name.
“Knox!” I cry out and he keeps going, fucking me as I come.
The orgasm is like heaven. I nearly black out, my breathing stifled into moaning gasps, the only word I can seem to say is his name. I come hard and he keeps going, his ripped muscular body still doing its work. I dig my fingers so hard I think I might break skin.
He doesn’t stop. He growls… groans.
And I feel him fill me up.
His orgasm explodes into my pussy. I feel him come and it fills me up, fills me deep. I’ve never felt this before…
But god, I love it. I love it so much. His cum makes my own orgasm so much sweeter.
We come together, sweating and groaning, overwhelmed and intense.
And finally… slowly… we finish. I end up lying next to him, his arms wrapped around me. We’re sweating and breathing hard like we both just ran a marathon.
I’m floating and smiling like a moron.
“Imagine,” he whispers, “that was only the first time. It only gets better from here…”
I nuzzle against him.
My husband.
If it can get better… I can’t wait to find out.
12
Knox
Our first night as husband and wife swirls through my mind all the next day.
I can still taste her on my lips… still feel her warm, tight pussy wrapped around my cock. I smile to myself, stretching in bed, while she’s still asleep.
I sneak out into the little kitchen and make coffee. I order down for some breakfast and stand near the window, watching the city slowly wake up.
I know how to make this casino thing happen.
It’s obvious, if inelegant. I know all the right people, all the right places. I know the strings to pull.
It’s just a matter of writing big enough checks.
That’s my main worry. I’m afraid the checks won’t be large enough… or if they are, two weeks is just too fast. No matter how much money you have, there’s always a limit.
