Chapter 1 Wayan
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Wayan
The soft knock on my cabin door raises my suspicion. No one but my brothers ever visit me, and when they do, they definitely don’t knock.
It’s my thirty-fifth birthday, and unless my brothers have completely forgotten, I need to stay alert for one of their tricks. It’s a tradition for us to team up against the birthday boy and try to outdo each other every year.
“I’m coming,” I growl, not caring that I just got out of the shower and only have a towel wrapped around my waist. I yank open the front door, expecting a singing birthday gram from someone dressed in a gorilla costume or something like that.
Instead, I’m greeted by a pair of the deepest brown eyes I’ve ever seen, framed by long chocolate eyelashes that match the sleek, low ponytail hanging down her back.
“Hi.” Her smile catches me off guard—her beauty takes my breath away. “I’m Fern. Your brother, Wilder, hired me. I’m contracted with the agency.” A conversation from a few weeks ago echoes in my mind, where my brother offered to hire an escort for me.
I’m pissed at my brother for sending me this beautiful fallen angel. But I’m even more pissed at the instant attraction I feel for her. The thought of her selling her body for money makes something in me snap.
“Take your coat off, go over to the rug, and get on your knees,” I growl, causing her eyes to widen. Realizing I might have been too gruff, I soften my tone. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
She shakes her head, which I interpret as a sign of refusal, and that's okay. I don’t plan to make her do anything she doesn’t want to.
However, she surprises me by slipping off her coat, placing it on the back of the couch, and then crossing the wooden floor to the soft rug by the fireplace, where she kneels—waiting for me like a good girl.
Contemplating my next move, I take in her appearance.
Her glossy brown hair tied back in a low ponytail is both practical and convenient for what I have planned.
The dark gray, fuzzy dress that ties on the side hugs every one of her lush curves, making her look like a birthday present, just waiting to be unwrapped.
And those knee-high black leather boots are the perfect finishing touch.
Her gaze never wavers—she stays on her knees, with her back straight and shoulders back, staring at the wall, waiting for my next command like the perfect sub. Obviously, I’ve never acted on my dominant tendencies—it’s just something I feel deep in my soul.
I’ve often thought it would be hard to find a woman who desires the darkness of being owned, just as I feel about owning her. Judging by how Fern, if that’s even her real name, responds, she’s my perfect match.
Striding toward her, I drop my towel from my waist, letting it fall to my feet—her gasp of surprise boosts my confidence.
I know I have a big cock, but seeing her reaction to it ignites my primal side.
“Do you like what you see, Fern?” I circle my hand around my shaft, bringing the tip to her lips and running my pre-cum over them.
“Open up.” I tap my shaft against her lips.
Her eager mouth opens instantly as her tongue swirls around the head, experimentally at first, then with a little more confidence when she finally takes me into her mouth.
“That’s it, take my cock deep into your pretty little mouth.
” My grunts sound obscene to my ears, but the feel of her velvety mouth taking me deep into her throat is going to have me coming faster than I want.
“Damn, Fern, your mouth is perfect. It feels like it was made for my cock.” I wrap her ponytail around my hand and wrist, controlling her head and the depth of my thrusts.
She moans around my cock, her beautiful brown eyes never straying from my face.
I drop my hand from my shaft only to have it replaced by her soft hands gliding over my skin, “Tighter.” I moan, placing my hand over her hands and showing her how I want her to touch me.
It doesn’t take her long to mimic the action on her own.
I drop my hand to my side, while my other hand continues to control her head, helping her take more and more of me.
She does her best to take me as deep as she can, but my cock is so big there’s no way she can fit all of it.
But damn, it still feels good. “You’re doing so good.
” I pick up the speed and the depth of my thrusts, knowing I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer.
“Shit, Fern. I’m going to come. You might want to stop if you don’t want it in your mouth.
” Positive, she’s going to pull back, leaving me to come into my towel.
I prepare myself for the loss of contact, but she surprises me by moving her hands from my shaft and placing them on my ass, pulling me closer like she doesn’t want to let me go.
“Damn, Fern.” Unable to stop, I fill her mouth with my release.
She does a great job of swallowing everything I give her.
But a small part of me wants to see it on her tongue.
“Show me what you have in your mouth.” Like a good girl, she brings her hands to my shaft and opens her mouth, my cock popping out of her mouth with an audible sound.
Another burst of come spurts out, landing on her lips when I see my come on her tongue, “Swallow.” I command, and she obeys.
“That was amazing.” I rub my thumb over her swollen, cum covered lips, gathering the excess of it and feeding her the rest of it.
“How long did my brother hire you for? A few hours? Overnight? I’d like you to spend a couple of days with me, because I’m not sure making love to you once or twice will be enough.
” Her eyes dilate at my words, lust clouding her vision.
I take her hand and help her stand, because if she stays on her knees in front of me like that for any longer, I’m bound to shove my cock back down her throat for another round.
“I’m not sure how much my brother told you, but the reason he hired your services is because I’m a virgin.
” I drop my hand from hers, bend over, and pick up my towel, tying it at my waist.
Before she can respond, my front door opens, and my brother Wilder walks in with a pretty blonde woman beside him. “Good, I see you’ve met Fern from the mail-order bride agency.” his eyes drop to the towel I’m holding around my waist. “What are you doing, only wearing a towel?”
“Mail order Bride agency?” I say, as the fog of lust finally clears from my mind. “You’re not an escort?” The last part, I say only loud enough for Fern to hear.
“Yeah, Fern owns the bridal shop in town with her sisters, Curvy by Design. She’s been helping Aspen onboard new clients. Fern is your assigned agent. Happy Birthday! I signed you up for the six-month mail-order bride package.” He walks over to me and slaps me on the back with a smile.
Relief is the first emotion that washes over me when I hear that Fern doesn’t sell her body for money. The second is confusion. Why would Wilder sign me up for the mail-order bride program? And why did Fern let me do that to her? I glance away from my brother to a shocked-looking Fern.
“If you’ll excuse me, could I use your bathroom, Wayan?” Fern’s beautiful face is a bright shade of pink.
“Sure, follow me. I need to put some clothes on anyway.” My mind races as I process what just happened with Fern.
I resist the urge to reach for her hand.
Even though my cock was in her mouth a few minutes ago, this new information makes me hesitant to touch her without her consent.
“Through here.” I open the door to the small bathroom in the hallway, but instead of leaving and giving her privacy, I follow her in and shut the door behind me.
“Damn it, Fern. Why didn’t you stop me?” Like a magnet, my body searches for her, cornering her up against the wall, our bodies inches apart.
“I’m sorry I made you do that.” I almost choke on the words because it’s a lie.
I loved every minute of what we did, and I’d make her do it again given another opportunity.
“A few weeks ago, my idiot brother Wilder made a ridiculous comment about hiring me an escort. Today is my birthday, so when I opened the door and found you standing there, and you said my brother hired you from an agency, I naturally assumed you were an escort, but that still doesn’t excuse me from shoving my cock down your throat and making you swallow my come. ”
Her eyes flutter closed, almost as if she’s recalling what I feel and taste like in her mouth.
Damn, if that doesn’t turn me on even more.
“It’s okay.” Her breathless voice caresses my skin, making my cock stand at attention, “Are you hard again?” Her eyes open and go straight to my growing shaft as it becomes evident, bobbing beneath the towel between us, as if it’s craving her touch, her voice filled with awe.
Her fingers ghost over my abs, not quite touching the skin, yet I feel the heat of her fingertips like a brand on my naked flesh.
“What can I say?” I shrug, trying to tame down my lust and failing as her teeth bite into her plump bottom lip.
“You’re a beautiful woman with a gorgeous body.
” A moan slips from her lips at my words, causing me to harden even more.
I grip the towel tighter, not wanting to make things any more awkward by dropping it and revealing just how much I want her.
“I want to apologize again for the misunderstanding earlier. I shouldn’t have assumed you were an escort. ”
“It’s not your fault.” She places her hand on my chest, and I can’t help but moan at the contact.
“I should have corrected you when I realized the mistake and not gotten on my knees.” Her eyes glaze over with lust. “But I’m glad I did.
I’ve never done anything like that before--you’re not the only one who’s a virgin. ”
“Damn, Fern. I never should have made you do that.” I grab her hand that’s still on my chest and try to lift it away, needing to create some space between us, but she doesn’t let me. She’s a virgin, and I treated her like a whore.
“It’s okay, Wayan. I liked it.” She looks at me, her eyes full of desire. “It was hot.” She leans forward, her eyes dropping to my lips.
Fuck me, if she isn’t the perfect woman for me. I lower my head to meet hers, our lips inches apart, when a loud banging on the bathroom door makes us jump apart.
“Are you two about done in there? Aspen is ready to discuss the mail-order bride program.” Wilder’s words are like a bucket of ice water ruining the moment.
My eyes stay focused on her lips as I answer my brother, “Give us a few more minutes.” I take a step back, putting some distance between me and the biggest temptation I’ve ever been faced with. “We should probably go out there before he decides to break the door down.”
“You’re right. I have a job to do. I’m sure this doesn’t look good in front of my boss, Aspen.
” She lowers her hand from my chest, but not before running her fingers through my chest hair and down my abdomen, tracing the line of hair to my belly button, before she comes to her senses and pulls her hand away.
“Sorry. Can I have a moment to freshen up?”
The beast inside of me wants her to carry my taste, but the gentleman in me offers her a new, unwrapped toothbrush from the cabinet. “Here. There’s some toothpaste in the medicine cabinet.”
She looks at the toothbrush with confusion until realization hits her. “Right, I should take care of that.” There’s a hint of sadness in her tone, like she doesn’t want to erase my taste from her mouth.
“I’ll meet you in the living room in a few minutes.
” I linger in the small space of the bathroom, not wanting this moment to end because I know once I step into that hallway, this whole encounter will become just a distant memory, and we’ll act as if it never happened, since Fern is here to do a job, just not the one I want her to do.