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I let my dress fall to the ground and turned around. “You like your wedding present? My besties picked it out.”
My friends had gotten me a set of the world’s most comfortable fetish wear to go under my wedding dress. It was made of golden, shimmering narrow leather straps that went around each breast, crisscrossed my abdomen—even making room for the tiny baby belly that gently curved out below my ribs—and continued down to where it culminated in a set of buckled garters on my upper thighs. I also had on a pair of the laciest, prettiest underwear, that looked like a gold foil bikini bottom pressed onto my skin.
Giovanni’s voice was a harsh growl as he looped two fingers through the straps under my breasts and pulled me toward him. “Tell your friends I’ll buy them their own yachts if they keep giving you this sort of thing.” He pulled harder, and my back arched, exposing my nipples to him. “Damnit, princess, if I’d known you were wearing this all day, I would have thrown you down in the ballroom and fucked you right there.”
“Better late than never, Grumpy,” I said breathlessly. “Let’s go to bed?”
He surprised me by shaking his head. “I have a present for you, too.”
“Another one?” He picked me up and carried me to the door.“Let me put on a robe!”
“No wife of mine will ever wear clothing,” he growled, squeezing my ass so hard, the underwear tore. He grumbled an apology and ripped them the rest of the way off, dropping them to the floor. “That’s better. Start out as you mean to go on, right? Naked.”
I groaned. “Now who sounds like the fortune cookie? Please, don’t embarrass me.”
“I would never. You think my staff would risk their lives by coming into this wing when I’ve told them to stay out? They all know anyway. Some of them even helped with your wedding present.” He carried me down the hall and opened the door into a short hallway with another door at the end, painted a subtle golden-yellow.
“What is it?” I breathed, but he’d already opened the door and was setting me on my feet. “A nest?”
He stroked my cheek with the backs of his fingers. “On my boat, that evening when you’d made that little nest with your twin mattress in your cabin… I knew if I ever had the chance to be with you, I’d make sure you had a nest you could be proud of. A perfect place, just for you.”
Itwasperfect. The room was the ideal size for a nest, about fifteen feet square. A small open door on one side led to a closet-sized bathroom, but other than that, there were no windows. The ceiling was low, and fairy lights had somehow been embedded into the surface, making it look like a night sky. The walls were painted a soft blue-green.
“The exact color of your eyes,” Grumpy said, dropping a kiss on my forehead. “I made them remix the paint twelve times.”
Except for a small walkway around each edge, the floor was covered with an enormous square mattress, mounded high with blankets and pillows in every shade of yellow, green, and blue. A small table in one corner had a bottle of water and two glasses on top, and what looked like a carved wooden treasure chest underneath.
The best thing about the entire room was the aroma.
“It even smells right!” I threw myself onto the bed and pulled a pillow over my nose, inhaling our mingled scents. “How can it already smell like us?”
His cheeks darkened. “You know how you steal my belts and ties? Well, I’ve been sneaking things out of our laundry, and the maids have been pulling sheets and blankets. Not the really dirty ones, just a few. If anything’s not right, just let me know, and I’ll make sure—”
“Don’t changeanything.Just… how?” I laughed, rolling over. “How did you get this done without me knowing?”
He shook his head at me, smiling again. “Billionaire, remember? I paid them to work quietly.” He shucked off his dress shirt and slithered out of his boxers, staring down at me. “May I enter your nest, my sweet omega?”
“Yes, Alpha. You may.”
He slid in next to me, patiently waiting as I moved the pillows and blankets into the exact places where I instinctively knew they needed to be. When everything was just right, I leaped on top of him, kissing him thoroughly. He let me stay there for a while, then gently flipped me over on my back, using the harness I still wore.
“This could come in handy. We should order a few more.”
“One in your size? I don’t know if they make them that big,” I teased, as he grasped the leather straps at the tops of my thighs and pulled my legs apart, then instructed me to hold my legs up.
He purred as he began nibbling his way down to my clit. “Oh, Sunshine. Haven’t I taught you by now? We can stretch almost anything to fit.” He reached down and tapped the exposed gemstone on the plug he’d slipped into my ass halfway through the reception. “I’m glad to see you’re still wearing this. I wouldn’t want to have to spank you on our wedding night.”
I felt a blush work its way up from my chest to my ears. “I mean, I can take it out now…” He was still laughing as his mouth closed around my clit, and he began doing what he did best.
Which, as it turned out, wasn’t building up companies, or intimidating his competitors. It was making his wife come again and again, until I almost blacked out. Sometimes, I did.
“Present, Omega,” he demanded, though he was already using the leather straps to move me into position. “Up on your knees, arms in front, spread those legs a little wider. That’s right.” He grabbed some pillows and placed them under me for support. “You tell me if it gets to be too much. If it hurts.”
I moaned and stretched my arms out. “You know I kind of like the hurting parts.”
“Naughty girl,” he purred, and started to feed his cock into my swollen pussy. “I’m going to fuck you hard, and fast, and fill this aching pussy up with my cock.” He leaned over me, his warm chest pressing down on my back as he slid into me, the stretch of him still almost too much at first. It was even more intense with the plug in my ass. He whispered, “But I’m not going to fill your dripping cunt with my cum. I’m going to pull that pretty little plug out, stuff my thick cock into you, and come inside your ass tonight, sweet Sunshine.”
All I could do was moan in answer at his filthy words as he made terrible, wicked promises about how much he would make me love it. I was nervous, and he knew it. But he also knew just how to relax me.
