Chapter 6 – Cullen
Chapter Six
Cullen
Idon’t mean to swallow my new husband Padraic’s cum, but I don’t think he meant to explode down my throat.
I wanted to teach him a lesson not to underestimate me, but he pumps a thick load down my throat that hits so far back that I have to swallow every drop.
He shudders and groans, pulling away from me and stepping back with a terrified expression on his face.
“I’ve never felt a mouth like that,” Padraic says.
There’s a hint of anger in his voice that confuses and surprises me.
You would think that he would be happy. He wipes the rest of his cum off on my lower lip and I look away from him in humiliation as I lick his seed off my lips.
It tastes good, but I don’t want him to see.
“Look at me,” he says after a few seconds of awkward, heavy breathing. I made him cum, so does that mean I’m done with having sex? My lashes flicker upwards towards him and my pussy throbs with uncomfortable attraction. He looks like a total douchebag in his suit with nothing but his cock exposed.
I don’t think he meant for any vulnerability to erupt between the two of us.
He didn’t mean to instantly cum in my mouth or lose control here.
Eye contact is Padraic’s best effort to re-establish control, but I already feel a slight high off the slightest surge of power I have in this dynamic.
Whatever little power I wrestle away from Padraic in the bedroom is all I’m going to have in this place.
“You are perfect,” Padraic says. I didn’t expect that to be his breathless confession.
Frankly, I don’t see how he could be right, either.
I can’t be perfect. I’m a wreck in every sense of the word.
If I weren’t a wreck, I wouldn’t have sold my hand in marriage to a crazy-eyed billionaire with a powerful, dominating cock that he just shoved into my mouth, which he then used for his pleasure.
There are no feelings between us or in this arrangement, and it certainly isn’t perfect.
My heart pounds, fearful that Padraic will detect that he struck a nerve and use that to some cruel advantage. This man clearly likes having total control over everything in his world. Here, I’m powerless. More than I’ve ever been.
“I don’t want to force you to make love,” he says, gazing down on me from a towering height that he must understand intimidates me. My chest lurches uncertainly. “But we have a contract. Get up.”
His voice is serious, but not cruel. And deep. I’ve never met a man whose voice naturally booms like that. Everything about Padraic oozes power. And as much as I feel powerless and small, as much as I want to hate him, for some reason, I can’t.
What would make a regular human being like anyone else build up so many walls around themselves and become such a stiff, unbreakable thing?
I rise to my feet slowly, maintaining steady eye contact with him because it’s the only power that I have left.
I watch his Adam’s apple moving slowly, perhaps nervously.
He’s so much taller than any man I’ve been with and much more fit too, judging by the breadth of his shoulders and powerful chest muscles. I shouldn’t be thinking about that.
“This will be much easier for us both if I take you from behind,” he says, eyes glazing over with an impenetrable chill. “There will be no mistake that this is nothing more than fulfilling a duty.”
His eyes flicker over my body in a look that feels derisive and judgmental.
My stomach tightens in a knot. I feel more objectified than I have at any moment in my life, wrapped up in bridal lingerie as an arranged partner for a deranged billionaire who bought me and my debts.
Consenting to something like this shouldn’t be allowed, but here I am, ready to do everything in my power to start fresh.
“Understood,” I whisper in the soft tone I suspect my new husband wants to hear. He took the same vows that I did. He must want to be here, even if he acts so… strange. Withdrawn. Like he thinks opening up would kill him.
“Turn around,” Padraic commands. I realize everything about this lingerie has been designed for a special purpose.
I turn around, putting more of my body on display for him.
I’ve never shown myself off to a stranger like this.
My nipples tighten and press against the fabric, initially as a nervous reaction until rubbing against the silky corsetry stimulates me.
I feel a swish of motion behind me and then warmth.
He cups my ass and then squeezes. Pain sears through me along with a gush of something as having this unfamiliar man grope me that sends a variety of emotions surging through me.
His hands are firm and strong. More weathered than I would expect for a billionaire who presumably never leaves his office.
I shudder as his hands move in further exploration across my ass cheeks and his thumb dips into the crease of my ass and slit, purposefully examining me.
I remain stiff and compliant for him, letting this young and dangerously hot billionaire grope me like his personal, prized possession.
“My brother didn’t think I enjoyed thicker women,” he murmurs. I wonder if the words spill from him more easily because we aren’t facing each other. I feel his breath on my neck and then his body getting closer to mine.
“It’s nothing I’m familiar with,” he whispers. This time, I feel as if his lips are brushing against my neck. “I’ve never seen a woman with so much flesh all over. And certainly not this shade of mahogany…”
My thighs squeeze together involuntarily. A gush soaks out of me, probably ruining the white panty portion of the lingerie get-up. What the hell is wrong with me? Breathing slowly doesn’t help. I can’t feel any oxygen coming in. I’m too frozen. At that precise moment, Padraic’s lips meet my neck.
“My black wife,” he whispers. “I’m going to bend you over our marital bed and take exactly what’s mine…”
His words tickle my neck and I wish they didn’t turn me on because there’s something so dark and charged in what he says that the trickling down my legs feels like some kind of unbelievably cruel self-betrayal.
Padraic’s fingers deftly untie the silk bows pinning my corset to my back. I can feel tense sweat building up at the nape of my neck as he unfastens the tight lingerie his maids dressed me in strictly for the billionaire’s pleasure. I can feel his hands brushing lightly along my spine.
Fear tightens in my chest as he gets closer to exposing more of me, but I can’t help breathing more deeply when the tightest part of the corset loosens under the deft work of Padraic’s fingers.
Once he exposes my bare dark brown skin, he reaches out to touch me with a bare hand.
A sound like a low growl emits from the bottom of Padraic’s throat.
A chill runs down my spine all the way to my core and the embarrassing wetness between my legs gushes again. Then I feel another kiss on my shoulder and the tension I feel gets worse. It surprises me entirely that Padraic notices how tense I feel – or any of my feelings.
“Relax,” he whispers. “It won’t hurt… I’m sure you’ve had sex before…”
Finally, the corset is entirely loose and Padraic slides the entire accoutrement clinging to my slick body all the way to the ground.
He inhales sharply and I wish it were easy for me to interpret the sound as either positive or negative.
I freeze, not wanting to displease him, which would make this entire situation even more humiliating than it is already.
“You are beautiful,” he murmurs. Padraic’s hands reach around the front of my body and he grabs my breasts, holding them in his hands and relieving the weight on my chest and back, not like that’s his intention.
Padraic’s fingers find my nipples and send another surge of pleasure straight through my core again as he touches and teases my breasts.
The breasts which now belong to him fully.
His lips find my neck quickly after his fingers touch my nipples.
The stimulation forces a moan out of me that I don’t expect.
This unfortunately rouses him so much that one hand leaves my breast and travels straight down past the front of my underwear and between my lower lips.
I squirm and then I moan as Padraic’s fingers immediately find my clit and he knows exactly how to rub me…