Chapter 39
39
ELLA
W hen Bennett told me that I was going to be his tonight, this isn’t what I expect.
I thought that when he said no interruptions that we would be going to the penthouse and having a night to ourselves. Maybe a candle lit dinner and the us with no clothes for the remainder of the night.
But I was wrong. Big time.
Because instead of us going to the penthouse, he brought me to a club. And not just any club, but Perversa, the club he told me during our honeymoon that he was going to bring me to.
Walking in was a bit of a shell shock to the the least. Even though I’m almost twenty-six, I never step foot into a place that had a club atmosphere. A dive bar sure, but never club, let alone a strip club. Or high end strip club which is what Perversa is.
Not just anybody could get in. You need a to be a member to be able to walk through the black door. Which is what Bennett is. I just don’t know if he’s a member because he’s friends with Dante, who is the owner of the place, or because he bought a membership.
As much as I want to ask, I keep that one question to myself and try not to think of anything else but the dancer that is performing in front me and Bennett at the moment.
She’s beautiful. Her body moves with so much fluidity and conviction that I can’t help but to wonder if she went to a school like Juliard to garner that type of skill. She deserves to on a bigger stage where more people could see her amazing talent, and the more she moves the more I’m in awe. What she is doing is more than stripping, more than just dancing to get money. It’s as if she is loosing herself in what she is doing because she loves it so much. And the confidence that she gives is what I hope I project every single day as the wife of Bennett Lane.
“She’s beautiful.” I whisper to Bennett at the dancer brings her performance to and end.
“That she is.” He says, and I’m about to make a joke about he isn’t allowed to notice the beauty of other woman in front of me when I turn and notice that he isn’t looking at the woman whatsoever. His eyes are on me and me alone.
Have they been on me all night?
My body is telling me yes.
As I stare into my husbands eyes, I conclude that I don’t want to hear any longer. I want to go home and get lost in the way that he makes me feel. Watch the woman dance lit up something in me and I want to show my husband how much I appreciate him bringing me here and I hope to do that with my mouth.
“I think that I’m ready to get out of here.” I say to him with smile on my face that I hope is sexy enough for me to convey why I want to go home and what I want him to do to my body once we get there.
He throws me a smirk, before giving me an understanding nod.
His hand wraps around mine and quickly pulls us out of the private room we were in
We move through the club quickly. So quickly, that I didn’t even notice that Bennett had called our driver until we were already sliding into the back seat.
As soon at the door is shut behind us, Bennett pushes the button to put put he partition between us and the driver and doesn’t waste as single second to pounce on me.
My tongue slide along his and I let out a moan. I only had his mouth on mine not even an hour ago and I already had been missing it.
Needing to feel him everywhere, I hike up the dress that I’m wearing and close the distance between us, climbing on him until both my thighs are straddling him.
Immediately, one of Bennett’s hands go to my hair and pulls my mouth even closer to him as if even when connected there is still too much room.
Our tongues dance together and my body grind against his.
I don’t know if it was the club, or the promises he made for the night, but my need for this man is on a whole other level. I’m close to tearing the material coving our just to feel closer to him.
Bennett must have read my mind or is feeling the same way, because the hand that isn’t in my hair slides up my bare thigh until he meets makes contact with my core.
His fingers slide against my panties and for the first time tonight I wish I had gone bare. With no material in the way, his finger would have been in me already.
I let out a whimper as his knuckle grazes my clit. My hips buck wanting to feel more.
“Sure a greedy little thing.” Bennett says right before taking my bottom lip between his teeth.
“Only when I really want something.” I say, grinding myself onto his grown with more need.
“And what is it that you want, Sweet Ella?” His mouth moves away from mine and moves to my jaw and then to my neck.
Would it make me desperate if I push his face further down until he takes my breasts out of my dress and place his mouth on one of my nipples? They feels needy right now and the only fix is him.
“I want you.” I voice, bucking my hips against his harding cock.
“You have me. Now what else do you want?”
I start losing my mind as I circle my hips. “I want you to fuck me before we get home.”
“And how would you want me to do that?”
This man is asking way too many questions right now.
My need for an orgasm building up by the second, I decide to my inner CEO and start getting shit done. I slide my hand into Bennett’s hair and pull until his mouth is off my body and his eyes are looking into mine.
“You either fuck me with your fingers or your cock. I don’t care which, but you will do it, I will take matters into my own hands and make myself come and while you watch.”
The smirk that lands on his face is so fucking sexy. If I wasn’t already dripping for the man, I would be with the way the smirk spreads on his mouth.
“Are you bossing me around?”
“Someone has to. The CEO needs to be reeled in sometimes.”
“Baby, you can real me in whenever the fuck you want.” He thrust up his hips and I can’t help but to let out a moan.
Bennett shifts a bit and I think that he is finally going to move my panties to the side and touch my pussy with his fingers, but no. Instead of my panties, starts undoing his belt and within second has his cock out.
My mouth waters as I watch him slide his hand against himself.
“You should come first before I give you my cock.”
“Trust me when I say this, Mr. Lane. My pussy is plenty went for you. Fuck me now and we will think about foreplay later.”
“That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble, Mrs. Lane.”
“You can take it up with my boss on Monday. I need you to fuck me now.”
His hand land between my thighs once more, his knuckles gliding over the now soaked fabric before he slides them to the side. When his fingers touch my bare skin, I swear I see stars.
I lift myself up until I’m hovering over him and his cock is lined up with my entrance. I slide myself down until I’m taking most of him.
Having his cock inside me makes me feel so damn feel. Feeling his hardness will never get old and I will always want more of it.
“My wife feels like a damn dream.” Bennett groans out, his hands going to my hips, moving me ever so slightly.
“You feel like a dream.”
I start bouncing up and down his cock without a single car in the world. I don’t care that there is a driver on the other side of the partition. I don’t care that we are driving through the city and that there is a possible chance that even through the dark tint someone could see us. I don’t care whatsoever.
The only thing that I care about it that my husband, makes me feel like a damn goddess and that I’m about a minute or two away from exploding around him.
Bennetts fingers dig into my hips through the fabric of my skirt and for a split second I get scared that he is going to rip it, but then I realize that I don’t care. He can’t rip whatever article of clothing he wants. I will add it to the stock pile that I have going on back home.
Our moans and groans fill the back of the car and hearing them has me moving my body with more aggression.
When Bennett’s mouth meets my neck, I don’t know how much longer I can hold off.
I need to come and I need to come now.
“I’m close.” I pant out, grinding my pussy against him.
One of the hands that is gripping my waist moves to where we are connected.
I feel his fingers on my clit and my panting starts to get louder.
He feels so damn good.
“It’s like you were made for me, Ella” Bennett’s words vibrate from my ear all the way to my toes. He knows how to make my body sing with his words and with his actions. “Come for me, baby. Cover my cock in everything you have and I promise I will give you a reward when we get home. Come, sweet Ella. Let me hear you moan out my name.”
It’s as if my body was waiting for his orders and I come so damn hard that I starts to see dark spots.
I continue to ride his cock through the high until my body falls limp and he takes over.
The way Bennett uses my body is absolutely delicious and I Feel another organs come on as he digs his fingers into my skin and thrust into my pussy methodically. When the wave of my second orgasm hits, Bennett lets out a groan in my ear, releasing his seed in me.
His forehead lands on my shoulder and for the remainder of the drive to the penthouse, we try our best to catch our breaths.
When the car comes to a full stop, I begrudgingly get off him, causing the mess that we made to not only slide down my thigh, but also cover his dark slacks.
I can’t help but to smile a little bit when I see the stains.
I’d happily buy him a near pair pants and add these to the pile of ripped clothes I have in my closet.
The smile stays on my face, as we get ourself situated, Bennett putting his cock back in his pants and me fixing my dress and sliding my panties back into place, and get out of the car and head upstairs.
Since we are still reeling from when Peter and Marisela’s men took me, we wait for Bennett’s head of security before getting off the elevator.
When we have the all clear, we head in and Bennett waste no time pulling my body to his.
“You look like you could use a relaxing night.” He whispers in my ear, before taking my ear lobe between his teeth.
My body melts against his as if the two orgasm I just had in the car weren’t relaxation at all. “What do you have in mind?”
His face leans down until his lips are pressed against my ear. “I was thinking maybe a massage. Go to the bedroom and strip. I want you completely naked on the middle of the bed.”
His words illicit a shiver.
With a nod, I follow orders as he follows close behind me.
When I reach the bedroom, I go to turn on the lights, but Bennett’s hand stops me. When I turn to look over at him, all he does is shake his head and nods toward the bed.
He’s up to something, but I don’t question him.
Walking deeper into the room, I starts sliding off my dress and let it drop until it’s a pool of material at my feet.
I feel Bennett’s eyes on be from behind, but I don’t turn to look over at him. I just continue of ridding myself of my panties and bra, dropping them on the floor with my dress and shoes.
As I walk over to the bed, that has be stripped down to a black fitted sheet, I sense Bennett moving behind me. When I turn to face him, I see him turning on handles all around the room.
He must have brought them here earlier because there wasn’t a single candle in this room the last time we were here.
About twenty candles get turned on, lighting up the room in the most sensual way.
When the last candle is lit, I finally take my eyes away from the man that owns every part of me and follow orders and lay in the middle of the bed.
I lay there facedown, for the next order to come, but Bennett doesn’t say anything for a minute or two. He continues to move across the room until the bed shifts under me and I feel his body hovering over mine.
“Seeing you like this is a glorious sight,” he whispers in my ear before placing a kiss just under my ear.
The kisses don’t stop there.
He continues to kiss his way down my body until he reaches the inner part of my thighs. A small kiss lands on my pussy and as if my body knows what is coming next, my legs fall open waiting for more kisses to come.
Bennett lets out a small chuckle and places one more feather-like kiss against my lower lips before he pulls away.
The bed shifts again, and this time instead of hovering over me, he straddles my body.
As his body rest against mine, I realize that he is just as naked as I am.
“I know we’ve talked about, but I need assurance. Are you still curious about wax play?” His hand start to massage the globs of my ass.
I try not to get lost in his actions and answer his question. “Yes. I’m still curious.”
“Would you be willing to try it tonight?”
I nod against the mattress. “Yes.”
His hands move to the upper part of my ass and it feels like the best feeling in the world.
“We’ll start off slow. If at any point, you want stop, say the word and I will. You are in control here, not me.”
“Okay.”
A few seconds after I say the word, something cold hits my skin and Bennett starts to move it around my body.
His hands slide with the oil and he starts kneading my muscles. I thought what he was going to my ass felt good, but this is a whole other level. His hands press into me hard and my continues to melt into the mattress.
I don’t know how long he massages my back and my ass, but by the time he tells me to turn around, my body is so relaxed that I feel like I’m more asleep than I am awake.
When I turn to lay on my back, Bennett does the same thing as a few minutes ago. Straddles my body and covers me with oil. But time thought, his motions are more methodical. He takes his time with my breasts, making sure that my nipples are are taut when he moves his hands down my belly. He continues to move down until his fingers glide through my pussy lips making sure that no part of me is left uncovered.
My legs twitch when his fingers meet my clit and when he pulls his hand away, I miss it.
The bed shifts under me as Bennett climbs off and goes to grab one of the candles that sits on top of the dresser.
As much I as I want to concentrate on what he is doing, I can’t pay it much attention with him standing only a few feet away fully nude. With the glow of the candles he lit and the moonlight streaming into the room, his body is lit up in a way that would be perfect for a museum. Every single inch of him is glowing and including that delicious V that I want to slide my tongue against, and his cock that is at half mast.
This man is gorgeous and perfect in almost every way. I can’t believe that I’m married to him. I can’t believe that an agreement of two years of marriage has brought me to this moment where my heart is so full and owned by the someone who was just supposed to be my boss. Never in a million years did I think that taking a job as an assistant would get me here, but I’m glad it did.
My eyes go back to what Bennett is doing when I notice him tilt the candle he is holding just enough to drop some wax on the inside of his wrist.
He’s testing it.
I find it insane that this man, this billionaire of a man that has other important things to do and think about, took the time to do this. To learn about something that he has never done just because I told him that I was curious about it. Any other person would have jumped in head first and probably would have made It dangerous for both of us, but not Bennett. From what I’m seeing, he looked into it and has learned the proper way to include something like wax in the bedroom.
It’s even the little things that he does that leave me in awe.
When Bennett is satisfied with the temperature of the candle, he walks back to the bed, but instead of getting on top, he stands close to the edge.
“Give me your wrist.” He orders, holding out one of his hands to me.
With butterflies of excitement moving through my belly, I sit up and give him my wrist. Ever so slowly, he drops a few drops of wax onto my skin and the sensation is not one that I thought that I would like but it feels really good. Better than good.
“Is that too hot?” He ask, his eyes on my face, making sure that I don’t like.
I shake my head. “No, it’s perfect.”
He’s perfect and I leaning up and place my lips to tell him just that.
“Lay back down,” he says when I pull away and I gladly oblige.
With my back to the mattress, and my eyes on Bennett, he hold the candle just above my body and he drop the first few drops of wax onto my skin.
This wax gives off a different feeling than the one waxers use on body hair. This one feels lighter, softer in away and I think I like more.
Bennett continues to speed droplets all over my body, starting with my arms and then moving to my belly and when he drops a few droplets on my chest, covering my nipples, I let out a moan. The heat feels perfect against my skin. He then moves back down my body again and this time he doesn’t stop until he has the candle just above my pussy.
My eyes stay on his face as he licks his lips and drops a few drop on my mound. Another moan escapes me when the hot droplets meet my bare skin. When a few drops land against my clit, I let out a yelp but then it quickly replaced with a moan.
Never in my life did I think that this would be something that I liked, that I even enjoyed, but I do. I guess it takes the right person, one that makes you feel safest try something like this with.
After dropping a few more beads of hot was abasing my thighs, Bennett places the candle down and takes a look at his handy work.
“How do you feel?”
I can’t help but to give him the dopiest smile ever. “Really good.”
“I’m about to make you feel even better.”
And he does.
He wasted no time getting back onto the bed and massaging in the wax so that it mixed in with the oil already covering my body.
His hands move against every inch of my skin, leaving no inch uncovered. the massage quickly turns into a sensual one when he leans down and takes one of my breast in his mouth and his fingers strum my pussy as if I were his personal instrument.
My body feels glorious and when he widens my legs and he slides his cock into me, I feel like I’ve earn a trip to heaven.
His eyes lock into mine as he pounds into me and I can’t help but to wrap my legs and arms around him, bringing are bodies as close as possible.
As I look into his eyes, I feel it. I feel the type of love that I never thought I would get to experience.
For the last five years, my life had been centered around one thing and that was giving my sister the best life possible. It took me months to realize that for a long time, that during that time I put her needs before mine. She was the priority and I didn’t care if I had to suffer. I didn’t think about dating or finding someone to spend my life with. Just as long as she was taken care of, I’d worry about myself later in life.
But then came in Bennett. What started as a simple arrangement has turned into so much more. He has taken care of me and Charlie. Protected me and for the first time in my life, has made me feel safe and loved in a way that I never thought would come.
Yet, here I am feeling every single ounce of it.
Sliding my hand into his hair, I bring his face down to mine until our lips meet.
“I love you.” The words come out as a whisper, but it’s the most powerful whisper ever spoken.
“I love you too. So damn much.”
And he continues to show me just how much he means those words.
…
“I have something for you,” Bennett says as we lay in bed an hour after we made love to each other.
He starts to move away from me, but my body is so wrapped around his that he lets out a chuckle as he shifts just enough to reach something from the bedside table.
When he has whatever he got in his hand, he shifts us so that we are both sitting up, my limbs no longer wrapped around him like a spider monkey.
With our backs to the headboard, he hold a small box between us. A small ring box.
I look up at him with curios eyes. “What is it?”
“Open it and find out.”
I take the box from him and do just that. Nestled inside the black cushions, is a beautiful cushion cut diamond, with other small diamonds surrounding it, sitting on a gold band. It almost looks like a flower that is blooming, making it unique and absolutely gorgeous.
“This is beautiful.” I say to Bennett, not taking my eyes off my piece.
“It was my mother’s. That’s the ring that my father proposed with. She didn’t wear it much after they got married, so it’s almost in perfect condition.”
“I’m sure it would have looked beautiful on her.” I say with a smile.
“It did.” Bennett says, a small smile forming on his face as if he is remembering something from his past.
I look back to the ring and that’s when his words finally make it through my mind.
“Wait. You’re giving this to me?” I ask, sounding a little shocked.
One of my favorite smiles spreads across his face.
“I am.”
“But I already have a ring.”
He takes the box from me. “And that ring is yours, to keep.” His eyes don’t leave the ring as he twirls it along his long fingers. “I never wanted to get married. I never wanted to go through the possibility of losing someone I loved like I lost my parents, but I always thought that if there was a woman out there to change my mind, then I would give her my mother’s ring. When I picked out yours, I thought about it. I thought about asking Henry for this one and giving it to you. I knew you’d cherish it even though our agreement was only for two years. It would have been an easy thing for me to do, but for some reason I decided against it.”
“It wasn’t the right move at the moment.” I voice out loud.
And it wasn’t. I don’t know how I would have reacted if he had given me his mother’s ring all those months ago. I probably would have freaked out that he was treated the marriage with a lot more seriousness than I thought necessary given the agreement.
Bennett gives me a nod. “No it wasn’t. But things change and I started thinking about giving it to you a few weeks ago and I finally asked Henry for it. It’s yours if you want it.”
Words aren’t able to form on my lips, so I give him a nod while I try to hold back tears.
With a smile on his lips, he takes my hand in his and places the ring at the tip of my finger.
“Are you sure” I ask, just before he slides the ring just above the one he gave me on our wedding day. The one that I know I will cherish jut as much as the one that belonged to Cathrine Lane.
“One hundred percent sure. Not only do you I love you more than I can ever comprehend, but you take the nightmares away. The bad memories don’t come when I’m with you. You are the light to the darkness that I needed and I’m never going to give you up. No matter how much the fear of losing you may affect me. You own my damn heart and now you can carry something that symbolizes that wherever you go.”
A tear escapes the corner of my eye and Bennett reaches over and wipes it away, just before he adjust the ring so it facing correctly on my finger.
The ring is absolutely beautiful. I never want to take it off.
“Thank you for trusting me with it.” I say before leaning up and giving him a kiss.
A smile forms on his lips when I pull away. “Thank you for agreeing to marry me.”
“I’d marry you a thousand times over, if I could.”
“Is that so?”
“One hundred percent.”
He stays silent for a second, but when he speaks again, he takes me by surprise. “Then let’s get married.”
“What?”
“Let’s get married again. For real this time. No arrangement or timeline in place. No satisfying of any clause. Let’s get married again, but because we truly want to.”
I think about it. It would be nice to have a wedding that I can look back on and think about how happy I was instead of how scared because I didn’t know what two years married to a practical stranger was going to do to me.
Not even two minutes into thinking about the idea, I’m giving Bennett a yes.
“Okay, let’s get married again.”
Bennett pounces. One second I’m sitting next to him, giving him a smile, the next I’m on my back and he is on top of me, giving me a look like he is ready to devour me for the rest of the night. But hunger isn’t the only that is floating though his eyes.
Love also floats in between.
He loves me just as much as I love him.
It’s crazy to think that eight months ago, we were just strangers. I needed a job and he needed an assistant. The job was nothing more than just a much needed paycheck for me but it has turned into so much more.
Love and commitment. Safety and protection. Family and forever.
Bennett Lane gave me so much the day that he hired me and I will forever be indebted to him. I will spend the rest of my life , making sure that he knows just how thankful I am for him and everything that he has done for me.
Who knew taking a job in the corporate world would be so good to me.
I run my fingers through his hair. “Thank you for hiring me to be your assistant and changing my life. I will never be able to thank you.”
He turns his head and places a kiss against my palm. “Thank me by never leaving me.”
“I would never dream of it.”
I will hold Bennett tight and never let go, fighting all of his nightmares along the way.