His Virgin Wife

Chapter Four

The message had been clear.

For breakfast, Emily was to go to the dining room without any clothes on.

At first, she thought that meant going through his home completely naked.

There was no way she was going to pass the soldiers without wearing clothes.

Dom had told her to ignore them and pretend they didn’t exist, unless she felt scared.

That was not going to happen.

She was not alone in this house.

So, she pulled on a robe and that was all she wore.

She pinned her hair up and then made her way downstairs, going toward the dining room.

She passed three soldiers on her way. If she had been naked, she would never be able to face them again.

She stepped into the dining room, and once the door was shut, she then removed the robe.

She had already spotted Dom sitting at the table.

The moment she saw him, she felt a little disappointed since he was completely dressed.

She took a deep breath, and he didn’t seem to complain about the robe, so she was about to sit down.

“No, come here,” he said.

This was new. He normally made her sit in her seat beside him. She moved toward him.

There was no food, nothing on the table other than the newspaper he liked to read. The moment she arrived, he picked it up and dropped it on the floor. At least, she seemed to be more worthy of his time than the newspaper.

He placed her in front of him. She hoped the table could hold her weight.

She felt those butterflies swirling in her stomach as she looked at him. Sometimes, it was easier to not even look at him, but this was not one of those times. Emily didn’t want to look away.

He lifted up her feet and rested them on his thighs. Both his hands circled her ankles, and she took a deep breath. His touch, even now, was like fire. She felt the heat swirling all around her, and she didn’t want it to stop.

“Last night, you fascinated me,” he said.

She loved last night. There had been so many times she had watched a woman sucking a man’s cock, and she had wondered what it was like. To feel his thick length sliding in her mouth, to watch him squirm, and then that final moment when he filled her mouth.

She’d also read a lot of books, and maybe she was a little … obsessed, especially when it came to Dom.

“You’re a virgin, Emily, aren’t you?”

This made her pause. What did it matter?

She could lie and pretend she had many lovers, but that didn’t feel right. “Yes.”

“Have you had any boyfriends?”

“No.”

He raised a brow and she took a deep breath and waited.

“So, tell me, how you were not frightened or alarmed when I filled this sweet mouth with my cum?” he said.

He ran his thumb across her lips. And then, she realized what he was asking her.

She’d been ready for it and waiting, anticipating his release last night, because not only had she read about it, she had watched it. Admitting that to him seemed dangerous.

“I studied biology,” she said.

There, a simple explanation.

“I know biology, Emily, and they do not discuss in great detail what happens when a woman sucks a man’s cock. In biology, it is all clinical facts. If you have never sucked a man’s cock before, how did you know? And if you have sucked a man’s cock, I want his name so I can kill him.”

She knew Dom’s threat was real. There was no one. Emily was not going to lie to him. It wouldn’t achieve anything.

“I watched,” she said.

Dom tilted his head to the side. “Come again.”

She licked her lips that were suddenly dry, and she knew her face was bright red. This was embarrassing. Not once did Emily think she would have to tell anyone about what she watched. It was her private business. Dom was not going to let this go. She could see it in his eyes.

“I watched … porn.”

She spoke the last word so softly.

There was silence.

She waited, not exactly sure what was going to happen.

Dom began to stroke up her legs, gripping her calves as he went up to her knees. At her knees, he gave them a squeeze and then spread her legs wide.

“You watched porn?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“And tell me, Emily, did you like it?”

He stroked the inside of her thighs, moving up toward her pussy.

She bit down on her lip, trying to contain her excitement, but it was getting harder to hold back. “Yes,” she said.

What was the point in lying now, or denying it? He already knew the truth. She loved watching porn, seeing two or more people coming together. Most of the time, she had been into just the men and women, the singular making love, or cold raw fucking.

He didn’t touch her pussy, and he stroked a hand up her body, gliding over her tits, then circling her neck. There was no tightness to the grip.

“Look at me,” he said.

He let go of her neck, and she was already leaning back on her hands.

“Spread the lips of your sex, I want to look at your cunt,” he said.

Emily moved and then reached for her pussy, spreading herself open. She was already soaking wet, and his command made her even more so.

Was he angry at her? Disappointed? Ashamed?

“What did you like to watch?” he asked.

Emily wanted to play dumb, to pretend she didn’t know what he was saying or understanding, but what was the point? Dom had already figured it out.

These were her deepest, darkest secrets. Even her mother didn’t know what she liked. It was pathetic, being a virgin, wanting to find that special someone. She didn’t just want to fuck random men.

She was messed up, she knew this. Emily always figured it had something to do with her father.

“I like watching men and women fuck,” she said.

“Tell me more.”

He stroked the inside of her thighs, and he kept moving close toward her pussy, but then he wouldn’t quite touch her. It was driving her crazy. She wanted his touch.

“I love seeing his cock as he enters her pussy. The way it stretches around his dick.”

She licked her lips. “The reason I didn’t panic last night, is because I enjoy seeing a woman sucking a man’s cock, and watching how she takes it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. Also, when he asks to see his cum in her mouth, which is why I knew what was coming. I knew what you were going to do, because I’ve seen it.”

“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you, Emily?”

“I’ve never been with anyone,” she said.

“No, but you want to, don’t you? Specifically, you want to be with me,” he said.

She could lie. It would be easy to do, but lies only got people more in trouble.

“Yes,” she said.

He got to his feet, and then wrapped his fingers around her throat, but he didn’t strangle her. No, he held her as he kissed her.

This was a different kind of kiss. This was a hunger, a feeling she had never experienced before.

Dom broke the kiss before her. “Then I’ve got another deal for you, Emily.”

Deal?

She then remembered their first deal. For her freedom, she had to belong to him until he got bored. Yes, she had to keep remembering that.

“If you want my dick, and to find out what exactly it means to be my dirty little girl, you’re going to have to marry me.”

This made her gasp.

He pulled back just enough to kiss her lips, and then he stared in her eyes. “And if you want to know what it is like to ride my cock, to make you watch as my cum falls from those pussy lips, and then my dick sliding deep into your juicy ass and showing you everything it means to be dirty with me, you’ll marry me.”

With that, he stepped aside. “Oh, and you cannot touch yourself or let yourself come until you give me a decision. I will know as well.”

He left her sitting there on the dining room table. Her hands still holding open her sex, she was so wet, sodden even.

What the hell had just happened?

Dom had changed the game. She now had to marry him, and he was going to show her everything she wanted. What? How did this work?

She was his captive. Didn’t he just want to fuck her until he got bored?

She let go of herself and climbed off the table. There was no way she was going to marry him. She stomped to the door and grabbed her robe. Marrying him didn’t set her free.

Do you want to be?

She paused.

Or don’t you want to see how good it will be to belong to him? To fuck him every single day. Come on, Emily, live on the dark side for a bit.

This was not good. But what other choice did she have? Dom was not going to let her go. Why didn’t she at least enjoy what they could have? What was wrong with that?

****

Dom should have known what her answer to his curiosity was going to be. He didn’t expect to find the perfect woman. Emily was untouched, she was different, and she was not looking for a way to use him to gain power.

She was his enemy’s daughter, but pushing that aside, the way her gaze looked, he saw the hunger in her eyes.

Life could be cruel at times, but this solution would work well for both of them. He could teach her everything she knew, and he’d get to keep Nigel’s daughter. Even when he was done with her, he wasn’t going to let her go. Then, piece by piece, he could finally rid the world of that piece of shit for good.

The only problem was, he didn’t need Emily to do what he already planned. Emily was not a pawn in this game. She had become his fucking queen—a dream come true. The woman had stepped right out of his fantasies.

He took a long drink of his whiskey. He’d not seen Emily all day, and he knew she had been around the house. From time to time, he heard her speak to one of his soldiers. He told her to ignore them, but he also knew Emily couldn’t be rude.

There were a lot of things he knew about Emily. Which is why he anticipated her stepping into his office at eleven at night. She closed the door behind her.

“What would it mean to be married to you?”

Emily asked.

He turned toward her. “What do you want?”

“I want to be … free. To come and go as I please.”

He raised his brow.

“I’m not even allowed to leave the house. I’m only allowed in the gardens when I’m with you. I’m trapped here. Being married to you, I want to be able to leave, to go shopping, or to walk the gardens without asking permission.”

“As my wife, there will be limitations. I will insist on a guard being with you at all times.”

“Will you kill me when you get bored?”

she asked. “Don’t lie to me either. I know how this goes. I’m not a fool. I may not have lived with my father for very long, but my mom told me everything. I know I can’t go to the cops. That I can’t … I know the limits.”

“I won’t kill you.”

“And I can believe you?”

she asked.

“I have not lied to you since you’ve been here in my possession.”

She nodded.

He moved toward her. “Being married to me will mean you belong to me, Emily. You are my possession. My plaything. You can think what you want, do what you want, within reason. But the moment I click my fingers, you come back to me. You answer my call. You’re mine, and you will not forget that.”

She looked at him, and for several seconds she didn’t move.

“We don’t have to get married,” she said.

He knew that. “Those are my terms, and trust me, Emily, one day you are going to see how good it can be between us.”

Dom kept telling himself it was because of who her father was, but the truth was, a marriage bound her to him. There was no holding back. That ring on her finger told the world that Emily Craven would be under his protection.

“Yes, I’ll marry you,” she said.

Dom smiled. “Take your clothes off.”

“What?”

“You heard me, and you better start listening, Emily, because I am not going to keep repeating myself.”

He stepped back from her, and he saw how doubtful she was of following his instruction.

So, he started by removing his shirt.

He loosened each button, pulled it from his trouser pants, and then dropped it onto the floor.

By the time he got to his pants, Emily had already opened her robe and was removing her negligee.

He saw her hands shake, but within a matter of minutes, they were both naked.

“I’m not going to fuck you,”

he said. He would save that for the wedding night.

He grabbed her hand and walked her over to the sofa. Dom let go of her hands, and he laid down on the sofa. She looked at him with a frown.

“I want your pussy right here,”

he said, pointing to his face.

Her cheeks went bright red.

“I don’t think…”

“Now.”

He was not above giving a command. “I want your mouth on my dick, and your pussy on my face.” He tugged at her hand.

Dom watched her take a breath, and then she awkwardly moved into position.

He helped her place her legs either side of his head, bringing her pussy right above his face.

The position of her knees helped open the slit of her sex, and he got to see her pretty cunt, as well as the puckered hole of her ass.

Running his hands over her ass, he couldn’t help but let out a moan at the pretty sight.

She was so fucking stunning.

One day soon, he was going to have that ass.

The sooner they were married, the better.

He didn’t even know why he’d given her this fucked-up ultimatum.

When he kidnapped her, it had been for a favor.

Tormenting her and seeing her reactions had all been par for the course, and now he was going to marry her. He didn’t know when it had happened, or even how he’d come to that realization.

Trying to force the thoughts out of his mind, he cupped her ass and brought her down closer to him.

The scent of her pussy was intoxicating, he couldn’t get enough of her.

His mouth watered for a taste, and all it took was him lifting up just slightly and touching his tongue to her clit.

The temptation to slide inside her cunt, to taste her as he took her virginity, was strong, but he held himself back.

He was serious about intending to marry her, even if it hadn’t been his intention in the first place.

At the feel of her lips wrapped around his length, he had no choice but to pause, as it felt so fucking good.

He closed his eyes, loving the way she suckled him into her mouth.

Her untutored movements should piss him off and be like a blast of cold water over him, only it wasn’t.

He loved that she didn’t know her way around a man’s cock. He found it highly erotic, and he couldn’t wait to show her everything he wanted from her.

Marriage was not going to be a hardship, especially if the past three months were anything to go by.

He actually liked having her around.

That was the most fucked-up thing about all of this, apart from the kidnapping.

He had everything else under control, and that was messed up.

He knew this.

Once he got control of himself and was no longer ready to explode in her mouth, he began to explore the pretty cunt in front of him.

He took her swollen clit into his mouth, sucking on it, and then releasing it, to explore more of her pussy.

She was so freaking perfect.

His mouth watered for more, and she let out this little moan that vibrated up his cock.

The truth was, he didn’t know how much he was going to last with her mouth doing that dance on his length, so he got to work bringing her to orgasm.

He wanted her to come, and quickly.

Taking her clit into his mouth, he used his tongue to tease across and around, then suckle her.

He felt her thrust down against him, and he let her go long enough to slicken his fingers with his saliva and then press them right against her anus.

She let out a single cry and jolted as if she was trying to throw herself off.

With his other hand, he banded it across her hips, not allowing her to go anywhere.

He wanted her all to himself, and he was not going to let her go, even for a second.

Another moan, another whimper, and then he felt her tip right over that edge, coming.

Her pussy growing wetter by the second.

Her orgasm triggered a fire within her, and he felt the change as she seemed to take more of his cock deep into her mouth.

He felt the tip hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t seem to care, as she went deeper.

He was close, and he kept prolonging her orgasm, not letting her clit go, until he felt that shot of bliss as he came, filling her mouth.

Once again, Emily surprised him by swallowing every last drop.

Marriage to her might not be so bad at all.