I trembled, his skin warm against my sensitive prick, but this time I didn’t struggle. I pressed my palm to his chest as he wrapped his hand around me and began to jerk me off in slow, even movements that had desire snaking its way through me. The shock kept me frozen.
“You will not see him while you’re with me, Noah,” he whispered into my ear, his breath tickling my neck. “Or I will destroy his entire life. Am I clear?”
I chewed on my bottom lip, something other than fear prickling over my skin. No, it was a bubbling pleasure that wormed itself through me until I had goose bumps rising on my arms. The threat in his voice should have terrified me, but it did the complete opposite—the thought of how dangerous he was excited me. That was fucked-up.
His fingers strangled my dick in a hard grip, and I moaned. “I asked a question that I expect to be answered.”
“We’re not... we’re not serious,” I stuttered out as he stroked along my length and his nails bit into the head of my dick. Pleasure zipped through me and my balls tingled.Fuck. His touch felt so fucking good, and I couldn’t remember the last time I was so hard. No one had made me feel this way. “He’s... just a friend.”
“Is that so?” His teeth caught my earlobe and nipped it, wringing a moan from deep in my chest. “You have sex with him, though, right?”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him I was a virgin, that I’d never had a dick in my ass. How embarrassing with a man like this. For years I had a strong conviction about my choices, but now I felt like he would think I was a child, innocent and naive to the real world. “Yes.”
“Then you will never fuck him again. Ever. If Ihearof him coming anywhere near you, I will destroy him.” His Texan accent turned husky and dropped low, and my dick throbbed at the tone.
“I don’t belong to you,” I whispered, trying to gain some control back. It was a losing battle. A contract I’d signed said I belonged to him, that I was marrying him, and there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it. I was trapped.
“You’re mine for six months,” he growled out, biting down on my ear harder. “As of tomorrow, you’re my husband. After those six months, if you choose to divorce me, you’ll get ten mil. But until then, I can do what I want with you.”
That shouldn’t have sounded as good as it did, but my dick gave a pleasant throb and my balls pulled tighter to my body. He stroked faster, and I arched into him. Alton held me against the wall, his hard chest pressed against mine. I squeezed my eyes closed and huffed out quick breaths as my heart beat faster. The exhilaration of a hand on my dick and the desire swimming through me had me trembling. I wassofucking close it hurt.
“Wait,” I cried out, pumping my hips as he began to jerk me off harder. He didn’t stop; he went faster until I had no choice but to spray my load, covering his fist with hot spunk. I shivered through my release, tendrils of need pulling at me tightly. My orgasm was an explosion of stars behind my closed eyes, and it had never felt like this with my own hand. “Oh fuck. Ohfuck.” I shouted the words and didn’t care who heard. Everything was fan-fucking-tastic.
When it was all over and my balls were empty, I collapsed against him. He held me up, kissing my hot cheek and wrapping an arm around my waist. I muttered “fuck” a few more times, and he laughed.
“I know it felt good, precious. Come on, let’s get you into the shower.”
He bent over and gently tugged at my swim briefs, and I stepped out of them so I was completely naked. I was so high on bliss, I didn’t care that anyone could see me as he slowly led me out of his office. At this point, I would have followed him anywhere. An orgasm like that warranted the ecstasy that had me floating.
I hadn’t even realized he’d gotten me into the spacious shower until warm water hit my languid muscles from two different directions—one silver showerhead protruded from the wall in front of me and one dangled directly overhead. There was a natural gray stone block bench to my right and behind it a wall made of sandstone bricks. The other two walls were relaxing brown tiles. I blinked up at the spray, then behind me, where Alton had gotten naked and stepped through the open glass door to join me.
Fuck, he was big in every way. His half-hard dick hung between his legs, meaty and thick, and all I could think about was how much it would hurt to have him shove it into my ass. He had no idea I was innocent that way, and while the intellectual part of my brain was telling me to confess my virginity to him, the stubborn part of me wouldn’t allow it.
The entire thing was simple—I’m a virgin, Alton—but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I’d told Christian I was waiting for the right man, and tomorrow, Alton would be my husband. How did it come to this?
“Turn around,” he said in his husky voice, and I complied. I pressed myself against the cool wall tiles and turned my head to peer at him over my shoulder as he grabbed a loofah and poured something onto it. He pressed it to my back and rubbed circular patterns over my skin, taking considerable care with me, something I hadn’t expected from him. His eyes were narrowed, though, like he was deep in thought.
“Why do you want to marry me?” I whispered. “Is it for my dad’s business? You could have bought it without me.”
“I know.” His mouth curled to one side. Steam billowed around us and his freckles were more prominent on his pale skin, splattered across his cheeks and forehead. The water made his red hair darker, too. He turned me around and I went without a fight. I reached up to caress his forehead, and he froze, as though surprised I had dared to touch him. With my heart hammering, I pressed the tips of my fingers to his temple and followed the trail of freckles over his cheeks and nose.
“I’ve never seen someone with freckles like yours in real life. Only in movies. They’re nice.”
He snatched my hand from his face and held it tightly as he brought it to his lips, laying kisses across my palm. It was... an intimate action that didn’t quite fit him, but I wasn’t complaining.
“I want to own you in every possible way,” he growled out, upper lip curled. “Every inch of your skin is mine, every crevice on your body, your dick and ass are mine.”
“I don’t belong to anyone.” I tried to snatch my hand away, but he held on tightly.
“You don’t get a choice. Tomorrow you’ll become Noah Divine-BouchardorNoah Bouchard. That decision is yours.”
“How kind of you to give me a choice on my name.” I rolled my eyes. “Let me go.”
“No.” He smirked again and lowered my hand until it was on his thick dick. I thought about pulling at it hard, but fear had me refraining. Alton didn’t seem like a person to piss off, and I wanted to see my family again. “On your knees.”
I raised my chin and flashed my teeth at him in frustration but didn’t argue. If I was getting married to him tomorrow, then I would have no choice. I belonged to Alton for six months. My parents had signed me over like I was a piece of meat, and there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it.
I fell to my knees like a good boy because if Dad sold me off like a whore, I had to act like one, right? This was something I could do and had practice with.
