The Marriage Dare
Not the way I was to him.
No one will cry for me because I had to beg for a few orgasms.
I’ve done far more damage. This is nothing in comparison.
A gasp escapes me, bringing me back to the present, another surge of pleasure washing over me, so sharp it almost takes me over. “Please, can I come?”
“No.”
I’m looking up at his face, and he’s studying me. There’s no anger or cruelty in his eyes. If anything, there’s compassion. It raises something into my chest, an emotion that I can’t name, amplified by the pleasure in my veins.
“Please.” My voice is desperate. “I need to. I can’t hold it back.”
“You will.” His words are at once an assurance and a command, though he doesn’t slow his fucking, adding a third finger to my pussy. It only makes it worse. I moan, writhing on his hand. I can’t see him anymore, I’m blinded with the pleasure. “Breathe,” he tells me, and I do. I take one breath and then another, going through the storm of pleasure. Sizzling in it.
Daniel’s thumb brushes over my clit in small circles in time with his thrusts, and I can’t bear it. I’m right there. I’m so close that I don’t think I can take it back. “Please please please please please.” The words spill out of my mouth. I beg him. “Please, Daniel, I can’t—I need—”
“Okay, Princess.” The words are soft in my ear. “Come.”
My orgasm roars outward from his fingers, consuming me. I think I scream. I’m aware of nothing but this pleasure flying through me, making me fly. I’m shaking, my pussy squeezing down on his fingers and pouring my orgasm onto his hand.
He doesn’t stop fucking, triggering a second orgasm, and then a third like fading aftershocks of an earthquake. It might be the best orgasm that I’ve ever had in my life, and I’m not sure that I’ll ever recover.
When I come to, I’m breathing hard, and I’m no longer on the floor. I didn’t even notice Daniel picking me up and holding me close, moving us both to the couch. My head is lying on his shoulder. “Did I pass out?”
He chuckles, the vibrations soothing. “I don’t think so. It’s only been a couple of minutes.”
We sit there in silence for a few moments before Daniel turns toward me, taking my mouth in another soft, aching kisses. “Was that so bad?”
I shouldn’t want to be near him, and I can’t bear the idea of not touching him. So I hide my face in his neck. “Which part?”
“Any of it.”
“The orgasm was nice.”
He laughs again. “And?”
I pause, not wanting to say anything. But after everything, it seems silly. I was bared to him in every way just moments ago. There’s no reason that I shouldn’t be able to talk. To be honest. “You’re really going to make me talk about it?”
“I am,” he says. “But it doesn’t have to be right now if you don’t want that.”
“You’re not going to make me beg to talk about it, are you?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
“Good.”
I don’t say anything more. I don’t know how to feel and I don’t know what to say. Maybe when he asks me again there will be something else in my mind. But right now my mind is…quiet. Which it hasn’t been in a long time.
“The lawyer will be here soon,” Daniel says quietly.
That brings me out of my reverie. “I don’t have anything to wear. Please don’t make me wear this.”
He kisses me on the forehead, a surprisingly tender gesture. “In my room, bottom drawer. There are some sweatpants and a t-shirt.”
“But it’s the marriage lawyer,” I say.
He grins, lifting me up and setting me on my feet. “We’re getting married regardless, and he gets paid no matter if you’re wearing sweats or not.”
It’s a fair point. “Okay.” It’s better than being in cum-covered lingerie. I walk toward his suite—the direction he points, but just before I turn the corner, I look back at him.
He’s looking out the window, and he’s so fucking beautiful. He looks like he doesn’t have a care in the world, but he does. He didn’t leave me on the floor, he picked me up and cradled me. He took care of me. No man that wants to completely destroy me would do that.
It seems like both of us aren’t admitting the whole truth. There’s more to this marriage than he’s letting on, and I don’t hate him as much as it feels like I should.
The words he spoke to me echo in my head. I’m going to own you, Princess. Heart and soul.
There’s a whisper from deep inside that tells me that he’s right. And I’m not sure if I want to stop it.
7
Daniel
I don’t remember the last time I’ve lost control like that. Ever. Monica drives me crazy in a way that I absolutely can’t explain. I want to break her as much as I want to cradle her. The way she hid her head with me just now—seeking comfort even when I forced her to the edge—raises a protective instinct in me that I don’t want to ignore. And that I can’t afford.