Dirty Owner

Epilogue: Aurora

6 months later

The sound of wedding bells chime as we exit the church. When Ford asked me to marry him, he definitely wasn’t joking. We started to plan the wedding a few days after my contract had ended.

Ms. Bowen called me after the money had been transferred into my account and said there was an available date if I wanted to go again. Ford growled, and I chuckled as I told her that I’d have to decline. The huff in her voice implied she knew exactly what happened.

That I’d fallen in love with my…owner.

After that, Ford took me to bed and showed me how much of him I was. That if I was going to stand in a frilly little nightgown in front of anyone, it’d be him. I had no idea how jealous Ford could be. Sometimes just for fun I’d casually mention the other men who saw me at the auction and he’d take me wherever I was and fuck me until I saw stars, chanting ‘mine’ the entire time.

He had nothing to worry about. I knew I was his and I was more than happy to stay with him.

I love him after all.

He likes to tease me back, making me pay for stealing from him. Though his punishments were almost reward-like because he spanks me, then feeds me his cock. In the end, I get to come.

Except for the one time he left me hanging.

“You’re not going to come until I say so, Aurora,” he said.

He said my vibrator—that he got me, I might add—was not allowed to help me find relief, and neither were my hands. It was a very uncomfortable time. Though, totally worth it when he ate me out until I came a few hours later.

Ford ushers me into the limo so we can drive to the airport. We’re going to New Zealand for our honeymoon and leaving on his private jet which blows my mind.

As we pull up to the plane, my jaw opens, practically falling to the floor. The plane is long, sleek and all white. Even the inside is white with brown wooden lining around the chairs and the floor.

There are a few staff on this plane but we’re generally left alone during the flight. I tell Ford that I want to change out of my wedding dress and he leads me to a freaking bedroom in the back. Which is both exciting and dangerous when I’m all emotional and in love and he’s is, well…Ford. ?

The delicious man in a black tux looking handsome and sexy as hell. I want to climb him like a tree. But he tells me we have to wait since we’ll be flying soon. I will need to be seated with the seat belt on. Safety first.

I huff, then undress right in front of him.

The dress is pretty easy to take off and put away. I wanted something simple like that. It’s a white dress that hugs my body and ends just below my knee. It’s got these lace shoulders and one long zipper at the back that’s slightly hidden by a thin strip of material.

I don’t have any friends or family so I had no one to invite to the wedding. Ford invited his sisters and his parents so it was a small event. Plus the priest who married us. The chapel was small and very cozy. It felt very comfortable. It was an easygoing wedding with no reception. Ford wanted to get me alone and in New Zealand as quickly as possible. He says it’s his favorite vacation place, and he has a small house there.

Of course has a house in New Zealand.

Because of how thin the material was, I wasn’t wearing panties or a bra. So I stand there naked as I pull out a T-shirt and a long skirt out of my bag pretending like Ford isn’t standing there, broody and hard as a rock.

Once I get my clothes on, we find our seats and I grip the armrest as the plane takes off. I’ve never been on a plane before and all the nerves that I had during the wedding come back two-fold as the plane lifts off of the ground.

I look over to Ford who reaches over and holds my hand, kissing my head. Once the pilot removes the ‘fasten-your-seatbelt’ sign I start to calm down.

Ford pets me and nuzzles the top of my head until I’m steady all the way.

That's when I notice Ford is still rock hard in his tux.

I figure the best way for me to forget I’m in this tin can in the sky is to keep my mind, and my mouth, busy. So, I undo my seat belt and start skimming my hand up Ford’s thighs. His legs part instantly and the wicked grin on his face tells me that he likes it so I keep going.

When I reach his belt, I get up and kneel between his legs. I undo his belt and pull out his cock. It’s hard, dripping with pre-cum.

“I was so tempted to take you in the bedroom when you took off your dress,” Ford says through gritted teeth.

I lick up his shaft, chuckling.

“Rules are rules, I guess,” I say and suck the head of his cock like a lollipop.