Mr Reluctant Billionaire || BWWM

Three

I wake up to light caresses on my face and a hand squeezing my ass. I moan but keep my eyes shut, afraid that if I open it, he might stop. He runs the edge of his palm between my buttcrack, creating friction that has me raising my hips to get access to more of his touches. His fingers pinch my clit before dipping into my wetness. My eyes fly open and I forget all about keeping quiet.

Brandon flips me over without warning and my lips part open to let out a soft sigh. He’s dressed in blue, biker shorts and a white vest while I squirm underneath him, staring at him through lust-filled eyes with my nakedness on display for him to do with my body whatever he wills. If he will.

A lock of hair falls to his forehead, he flips his hair and the strand returns to its previous position. He’s a gorgeous man and I want all of him inside me.

The itch between my legs is back, my erect nipples are begging to be touched but I remain still, I lay there and wait. I wait and watch as his eyes trail my body. Even as I feel myself getting hot all over, I don’t do anything. He wants obedience, I’ll give him that and maybe more; if he lets me.

His hand cups one of my breasts, his fingers run around in circles on my areola, making sure to steer clear of my erect nipple and my eyes shut tight on instinct. He leans in close enough for his breath to fan my ear then bite my earlobes. I shiver and the tingles spread to every part of my body, causing me to curl and uncurl my toes.

I go rigid when he hesitates, if my excited shivers are turning him off, I can tone them down. It is hard but I try not to move as he flicks his tongue over my ear, trailing wet kisses down my neck and back to the corner of my lips.

When his lip hovers above mine, I raise my head slightly, hoping he will take the hint and kiss me. He doesn’t. Instead, he grabs my slender wrists in one hand and I look away, reminders from last night washing over me. He had left me cuffed to the bedpost until sometime after midnight.

“How was your night?” he whispers and peppers kisses all over the inside of my wrists as if to appease me. “Does it hurt?”

“No.” I shake my head and he lets my hands drop to my side. The cuffing doesn’t hurt as much as him leaving me here. I’ll never do that to him. And if my wrists were hurting before, his kisses have taken away the pain.

“What’s wrong with being a virgin?” I ask.

He looks taken aback by my question but still provides me with an answer. “Nothing.”

“Then why am I being punished?”

“God, El. I forgot to take the damn cuffs off,” he pauses to stare at me as if he’s seeing me for the first time today, “you think I left it on purpose? Why would I do that?”

I don’t want to tell a lie so I change the subject. “Where did you sleep last night?”

After freeing me, he went off to God knows where. I spent my wedding night alone, in a new place while my husband was probably balls deep inside some non-virgin female, fucking her to satisfaction.

“In one of the rooms.”

He pulls me to a sitting position, wraps the duvet around my chest and I fling it. I want to flaunt my body. “I slept inside the house.”

I am not sure I believe him but I have lost interest in that conversation already, I want to consummate our marriage. Now.

But Brandon has other thoughts. He points to the tray that has baked beans, toast, sausage and yoghurt and my mouth waters. I know Pa and Ma have a hand in this. They must have given him a file on my likes and dislikes, the same way they gave me his. Unlike me, he took his time to go through it.