Chapter Four
Lily watched the passing scenery with half a heart. Wayne, her future husband, carried her all the way to the car and strapped her in. His attentiveness was sweet after the demands he’d made earlier.
With a sigh, she rested her throbbing head against the windowpane. Her life would change forever. Her thighs still ached from having him between them, her pussy and panties soaked from her climax. When she’d awoken this morning, it had never entered her head where the morning would go.
Wayne took her hand, and she wanted to pull away but knew he owned her. She didn’t have much of a choice but to do as he said.
“What happens now?” she asked.
“I’m taking you to my apartment in the city. We’re going to spend a little time house hunting before we pick a property, and then I’ll organize for a wedding planner to come around for you to plan our wedding.” He sounded so chirpy.
“What happens to my family?”
“Why do you care about them so much?”
“Because they’re still my family, and I love them.”
She knew what he was thinking. She still loved them, but they couldn’t give two shits about her. Pitiful. The entire situation simply highlighted the fact she would do anything to gain their love and respect.
She continued to watch the flow of trees and houses. She refused to look at him.
“They’ll be looked after. The debt will be paid and they'll be given an allowance, but they must keep within their means. I’m not some bank account.”
“What happens to my father’s companies? And you do sound like a bank account. What makes you think I’m not some gold-thingy or other? I can’t remember what you people call them.” She knew his business acumen left a lot to be desired but she hoped, in his own way, he would still care about other people and their loyalty to her father’s company. She really hoped he cared enough. He'd bought failing businesses and built them back up with the same staff.
“They’re still his but my company will be overseeing them, trying to find ways to turn a profit. The term, by the way, is gold-digger.” Wayne chuckled. Seconds later, his chuckle turned into laughter.
“Please make sure you don’t fire or get rid of any of his staff. They’ve had a tough couple of years and don't need the fear of unemployment looming over their heads.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
She couldn’t do anything else.
“Why are you laughing at me?”
“You didn’t even know what a gold-digger was, so I’m reassured you’re not after me for my money.”
“The only reason I’m in this car is because of your money.”
“No, it’s not. You’re in this car because you want to protect your family at all cost.”
Lily shrugged. She guessed it was true.
They travelled through London traffic, well, more like slowly crawled through the city. Lily saw Wayne getting frustrated. She hated how the man at her side intrigued her. Never before, with any other boy, had her body come alive the way it had with Wayne. But he wasn’t a boy but a man. A full-blown hard as nails man.
Her pussy still throbbed, and an emptiness consumed her. Lily couldn’t explain it, but after her climax, she expected more and didn’t understand why Wayne hadn’t continued. They came to a stop outside a busy and extravagant apartment complex.
“I take it this is yours?”
“Bought it several years ago. It’s just easier to come here instead of finding a hotel.” He handed his card over to the man waiting outside the doors.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Brown,” the man said at the same time as he took his card. Wayne cut the engine, got out, and went to assist Lily.
She smiled because of his attention. After so many years of looking out for herself, his care seemed a little out of place. Nice though it was, it was from the Beast.
Lily didn’t get the time to look around. Wayne took her by the arm and led her over to the elevator. Another man stood to greet them. Wayne pushed the highest button and they were moving in no time.
Never before had she travelled with such luxury. Her family hit hard times well over ten years ago.
“Thanks, Fred.”
Wayne led her down the hall until he pushed another key in the of the penthouse suite.
“The richest come here which is why all the security codes and keys,” he explained. “Take a look around.”
At what?
Lily stared around at the formal apartment, wondering why anyone would live in a place with so much white, black, and chrome.
“What do you think?”
I left my cold, practically auctioned off home for this sterile place that leaves me feeling colder than the North Pole?
“It’s lovely.”
She folded her arms and walked over to the window, the cerulean sky and setting sun offered the only colour to the room.
“How about a tour?”
This was getting more awkward by the second. She stood in her soon-to-be husband’s living quarters, and if anything, she felt she was on the planet Mars.
“Sure.”
He showed her the kitchen—again every surface was squeaky-clean, looking more like a featured home than a place someone lived in.
There was an office, living space, and the veranda that had a pool so she didn’t have to go and use the public one in the main drag. Every room left her cold, and then he showed her the one bedroom. The master bedroom.
A dominant king-size or was it queen-size? She never could remember which one was larger, sat in pride of place in the centre of the room. A vanity table, chest and drawers, and a few other pieces of furniture were dotted around the room.
“Where’s my room?”
“This is it.”
“Where’s your room?”
Wayne took her hands, and Lily wasn’t ready for this.
“We will be married soon and sleeping in the same bed.”
Is it possible for the temperature in the room to rise and drop at the same time? Heat gathered in her cheeks as the world fell out of her stomach.
“I can’t do that.” She pulled her hands out of his grip and moved away, going back to where she started in the centre of his living room. The place was as empty as her thoughts. Strange, even though her mind was a riot of images, they all contained a naked and aroused Wayne.
He wanted to sleep with her? Okay, a little overreaction since she let him finger her pussy, but full-blown sex? No man had been there before. She was a virgin for crying out loud. Surely, he appreciated her time to be on her own before he took over everything.
His hands landed on her shoulder, and he spun her around. “Don’t ever turn your back on me. I don’t like it.”
“Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?” she asked.
The man terrified her in all different ways.
Wayne brought her flush against him. His dick pressed into her stomach. She gasped, unable to move away and not wanting to either. Lily struggled to move out of his hold, but she wasn’t strong enough. In the next breath, his fingers latched into the flesh of her ass and rubbed her belly hard over his cock.
“The next time you turn from me, I’ll take this sweet ass.” He squeezed her large, round butt to get his threat across. “And spank you so damn hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week. Imagine the possibilities of having you kneel at my feet.”
Holy shit, she was so damn turned on; her clitoris ached to be played with. Lily shook her head. She shouldn’t react to the thought of having her butt smacked, should she?
“You can’t do that. I’m not some child.”
She cried out when he squeezed her ass again, the slight pain doing wonders for her pussy.
“Baby, I know there isn’t a thing about you that’s a child. But smack this ass, I will.” To make his point, he landed a hard slap on her right ass cheek.
Lily gasped, her eyes widening.
He just hit me! Why aren’t I mad?
She was confused, no man had struck her—besides her father—and instead of being disgusted and upset, Lily wanted him to do it again.
One side of her ass burned, and she wanted to beg him to make the other burn the same.
“Looks like I’ll have to find another punishment for you. You like my taps a little too much,” he said. Before Lily could protest, his mouth covered hers, and she was once again blown away by the passion present inside this man she didn’t know.
Lily moaned when his fingers dug into her hair and pulled her head back. She gasped and opened her mouth. He thrust his tongue inside, and within moments, the simple kiss became hot and searing.
Her own hands wrapped around him, pressing him close: her lips danced with his.
Wayne moved away, and she turned in shock. Someone was knocking at the door, and she’d been so consumed with her passion for him up until now she hadn’t heard it. When Wayne stepped away, she could think clearly. The bang echoed off the walls of his apartment. Rubbing at her lips, she tried to rid all evidence of his power over her but it only inflamed other parts of her body. She wanted his lips.