Oh no, no no no, Cade was Mr. Tall, dark and sexy? Fuck….me…Oh wait, he had; and it was so damn good. Remembering it I felt dampness between my legs, and promptly crossed them attempting to regain my composure. Which was very hard when memories, almost like pictures, of our night together kept popping into my mind. His smooth chest, the way he worked me over, the heat in his eyes as he feasted on my womanhood. In fact, I was having a hard time pushing those memories out of my head.
“Mr. Amata” I said smoothly, raising my glass to my lips, relieved I had put on my deep plum lipstick and silver eyeshadow, a combination that I knew looked great on me. Taking a long swig of my drink I placed it a little too loudly on the table beside me, he raised a dark eyebrow.
“Something the matter Ms. Kane?” He asked, his face serious, but I saw mirth dancing in his eyes. This asshole. In a way I guessed it was my fault seeing as I had never so much as glanced at a picture of Cade. If I had simply looked, I immediately would have known who the mystery man was, and now I was locked into a forced marriage with him? I didn’t know if I should rejoice, he was gorgeous, or be sad because his personality was terrible; maybe if we didn’t have to interact too much, and I could just use him for sex every so often.
“Mr. Amata” I said, with more courage than I actually had, “I assume then you are here to discuss the finer points of our arrangement then?”
“Indeed. After all, there will be another contract between us once we agree to the parameters of our union.” I wanted to gag, union, this guy was so stiff and stuffy. Yet, the person he had been in the bedroom blew my mind and trying to the reconcile the two was causing a small headache.
Smiling sweetly, I asked “and what sort of things did you have in mind to include?” He sat down and placed his work bag in front of him. A black over the shoulder laptop carrier I realized as he pulled out a slender, silver laptop. Several folders poked out from the inside, and before I could see anything else he zipped it back up. He was quiet for a few moments, then handed the computer to me and I could see a document was pulled up.
My eyes scanned it before re reading it, to ensure nothing was missed as it was how I found myself in this situation anyway. We were expected to make public appearances together, which made sense. Once a week we would be seen in public on a “date” or something similar to prevent questions of our marriage not being a loving one, this also made sense, we had to convince people because it was highly doubtful anyone would expect us to be together. Once the contract was signed this would start immediately so the marriage would not be “sudden” we would simply state we were going public with it as we had been keeping it a secret previously. This was good thinking, and I found myself nodding. Of course, the Amata’s would keep any romantic relationship secret for as long as possible, as they were frequently in the media. So, we would come out as engaged, and having been so for some time but with the wedding coming up we had decided to go public; well played Cade, well played. I had to give him credit where credit was due, there was one issue though.
“This all makes a lot of sense” I started, his eyes flicked to mine and held them. “However, if we are engaged” I dropped off, hoping he would realize what I was trying to ask.
“If we are engaged then we need proof? Yes Ms. Kane I have already accounted for that, however, did not presume to know your tastes so I would require your presence to make a decision.” I felt my cheeks furiously heat up, he wanted me to pick my own ring, of course he did. He had no idea what I liked, and we needed this to be as realistic as possible. This was not a real or regular proposal; this was a business transaction; and the ring was simply proof of the transaction. My marriage would be another transaction, a stepping stone for both parties yes, but at what cost? I studied Cade. How was he fine with this? I couldn’t think of any man who would willingly get married to someone who was a stranger to them, what was his agenda? How did this serve him? I wanted to ask but bit my tongue, not wanting to jeopardize the contract at all. This was a question for another time, one after the ink had dried on papers time, not before.
“If you are agreeable, I have a few jewelers picked out, we can visit them soon and you can pick your ring out.” He stated as if he was talking about the weather, and not an engagement.
“That would be fine with me” I answered, in my best business-like voice. If he was going to treat this as a business transaction so would I. My eyes went back to the document, I was almost finished when I saw it. My eyes flew wide, and I audibly choked, which got a small chuckle from the infuriating man in the chair beside me.
“Mr. Amata” I began.
“Ms. Kane” he replied, his eyes smiling but his mouth a straight line.
“What is the meaning of this?” I demanded, my eyes shooting daggers at him.
“Meaning of what Ms. Kane?” He asked, folding his hands together neatly on his lap. Oh, he knew exactly what I was referring to. I highlighted the few sentences and bolded them before handing the laptop back to him.
“The item I have highlighted” I gritted out in annoyance. He smiled.
“Why Ms. Kane, as husband and wife we have certain duties to uphold do we not?” I gaped at him. Closing my mouth with a click I shot him a dirty look.
“While that may be true, it does not mean we need to go above and beyond what others see” I pointed out.
“How else are we supposed to forge a relationship if there is no physical intimacy? Then when we need to engage in it publicly it will not be believable or natural.” He raised his shoulders in a small what did you expect gesture.
“So what? We engage in exposure therapy?!” I bit out, enraged. It was one thing to play act in public but to engage in physical activity neither of us wanted or welcomed when not necessary was, well, insulting.
“In a sense yes, after all we need to look natural and in love” he smiled at me. “I understand this is not ideal, however I do hope it is tolerable for you as you could do worse than me.”
I ground my teeth in frustration. He wasn’t wrong. Cade Amata was a fine specimen of a man, and the sex would surely be mind blowing provided he performed similarly to what I had already experienced. He was great to look at, and his bedroom presence, well that was on another level. But day to day? Living with Sir cunt chops?! Being married to him? Oh, sweet Jesus in heaven I truly did not think I could do it. He was boring, stiff, snobby and irritatingly conceited. One of us would not live through this, and I wasn’t quite sure which one of us it would be.
“Is this part at least negotiable as to how often?” I inquired, trying to be as patient as my temper would allow. Sex once a week? Was he out of his mind? Bad enough were being forced to get married, but now required intimacy even behind closed doors. Could I truly not be free from this contract in any aspect of my life, even my personal time?
“I’m afraid it is not; this seemed the best and most logical choice. Given the work week and both of our other obligations. We can combine it with our weekly dates. Two birds, one stone.” I spluttered at him, trying to form words.
“Two birds one stone?” I stood up. “Is that what this is? Do I not get a say? Or am I going to be forced into not just this marriage but also scheduled marital duties?” I spat out at him. His eyes flashed, something feral lurking just beneath the surface. He stood up, towering over me, gods the man was tall and that was so, freaking, hot.
“Do you think I enjoy this Ms. Kane?” His voice was low, even, yet had a dangerous edge to it that had me shrinking back slightly. “I want this as much as you do, however I did not believe either of us were complaining previously during our marital duties.” I felt my ears grow warm as I remembered the command he had of me, my body and where he took me that night. Shaking my head, I met his cold gaze.
“Then why do this if you don’t want to?” I asked, truly curious, and if this wasn’t necessary then we could put an end to it.
“My reasons do not concern you” he stated softly. And I thought I saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes.
“The fuck they don’t!” I practically snarled. “How do they NOT concern me when I’m part of this too?” I gestured to us and the general vicinity.
“Do you not like being treated well?” His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “I do not intend to abuse our relationship Ms. Kane. You will be well cared for and have things you previously could not without this partnership. I do not ask you to compromise who you are, nor do I intend to neglect you in any way.”
“What’s the point in treating me well, or anything else if you don’t want to?” I grumbled more to myself than him.
“Because” he said, his long fingers lifting my chin up to meet his gaze. “You are a business partner who should be treated with the respect befitting that title.”
“Yeah, me and my vagina. Business partners with you and your dick. Can’t wait to have forced sex with you Mr. Amata” I said, ice and steel in my voice. Bending down to gather my purse and jacket and leave. I felt his hand on my arm.
“Ms. Kane” he said, his voice somehow more melodic than it had been. I looked up, and his eyes seemed to draw me in, I stood up, my belongings in hand. “Do you truly find me so distasteful?”
“N-N-No I don’t” I managed to stammer out as his face drew closer to mine.
“Good” he smiled, and I noticed how sharp his canines seemed to be. “The contract starts now” he murmured right before his lips met mine in a searing kiss. His lips molded to mine, soft and warm as his tongue darted out, parting the seam between my lips. I practically melted into his arms as I felt him invade my mouth. His tongue twined with mine, dancing around it and stroking it while his hands planted themselves on my hips. A moan escaped me, and he swallowed it immediately, one of his hands dropping slightly lower, spanning the area between my lower back and ass. His other hand cupped my face as he pulled away, leaving me feeling oddly empty.
“There now Ms. Kane, we can make this work don’t you think?” And without waiting for an answer the insufferable man gently kissed my cheek and walked out of the room. Leaving me standing there, completely flabbergasted, one hand on my cheek and the other loosely clutching my purse and jacket.
To say that I was not amused was the understatement of the century. I had not heard from Cade since that night and to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to. Our pending nuptials were bad enough to digest, but my brain and body had also declared war on each other. Oh, my brain was staunchly in the Cade Amata can suck it camp and my body? Well, it was telling me what exactly he had sucked and how good he was at it. Fuck fuck and more fuck. Why did such a panty dropping man have to be attached to a personality like his? I groaned and put my head in my hands, another week had flown by, and we were one week closer to saying I do. He had said not to worry he would take care of the arrangements I simply needed a dress and bridesmaids, but that was a tall order. We also still had the small matter of rings to take care of, which needed to happen sooner than later. As if on cue my phone beeped, a text message alert.
Nikki was already there when I walked in, she took one look at me clutching the cold brew growler and smiled.“That good?”“That good” I confirmed with an eye roll, taking a swig of the coffee. She snickered. I briefly told her about my glorious faceplant, the red diamond and my near meltdown. She let out a low whistle.“You’ve had a day, but damn girl” she draped an arm around my shoulders. “You sure you up for this?”“I’m sure I don’t have a choice” I said, mustering a smile.“True” she nodded “and it should be fairly simple right? We know you don’t want to look like a puffball!” I laughed and nodded. That
I sucked in a breath as his eyes met mine, our gazes locked as he slowly approached. It reminded me of the night I met him, of the things he did to me. The things I did to him. I shuddered. His gaze was predatory, burning me with its heat. And damn if he didn’t look delicious. His tall form struck quite the form in a well-tailored suit jacket, a deep slate grey that seemed to shift colors as he moved; he wore it unbuttoned, a white crew neck T-shirt underneath which only served to highlight his dark features. His pants were black, and I couldn’t tell if they were jeans or slacks, tapering to his ankles in a very flattering form fitting way. His shoes were slick, black dress loafers and I swear my mouth watered looking at him, my body responding to him on a physiological level. I swallowed my coke, hard; and swiveled my chair to the bartender, breaking my gaze.“Can you make my next one a
I thought I had misheard him, but quickly realized I had not. Cade walked into the adjacent room and came back, holding a long length of bundled purple rope. Oh my. I swallowed, hard, and felt my throat tighten. This man had just made me cum with a flower and his hands, now he was going to tie me up? Just when I thought I couldn’t get any wetter I did. He placed the length of rope on the bedside table before laying down beside me, pulling me close to him. I inhaled his scent as he did, my nostrils flaring, he smelled of darkness and night if it had a smell. His arms wrapped around me, cradling me against his chest. I started to ask a question but bit it back. This was not the time to ask about his contradictory nature, this was the time to enjoy the attention he lavished on me; and I did not want to ruin what was to come with my questions. Cade Amata in real life and this fantasy Cade Amata, I knew which one I preferred. I felt his breath, warm
His lips pressed to the base of my neck, his free hand moving to my throat, around the collar, his other holding the leash at my waist. I felt the delicious scrape of his teeth as they grazed my burning flesh there. I dropped my head back, allowing him better access, his cock stiffening against me. I slitted my eyes open, taking in our forms in the mirror. Both of us naked, his larger body dwarfing my smaller one, at 6’5” he was taller than most anyone. The olive hue to his skin a contrast against my creamy white one, my curves and slopes punctuated by his hard lines and angles. In short, a study in opposites. He tugged lightly on the collar, his heated eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “Follow me cor muem (my heart).” So, I did, following several footsteps behind him as he led me back to the bedroom. A million tho
Cade, per typical Cade I was learning, had been in minimal touch with me since we had sex; and while it had only been a few days part of me was a bit hurt, despite this being basically expected if his previous sexual times with me were anything to go by. Which was part of why I had jumped at the last-minute invitation to have lunch with him. We were closing in on our wedding date fast, and I was getting ancy so I figured he probably wanted to discuss the finer points of our “wedding,” and even if he didn’t we needed to talk regardless. He had said he would take care of everything, and I had the dress, but I had questions too as I did not want a large wedding, or a lot of media present. I knew the Amata’s were prevalent in society, and now I too would be under a microscope. Great, I couldn’t wait to be harassed by the paparazzi once they found out we were engaged or married, however long we could keep shit a secret for. Ca
Shocked didn’t even begin to cover it. I had gone to the address Cade had given me and while I had been expecting a mansion the small, understated house in front of me was what I ended up in front of. Pulling into the brick driveway of the quaint, deep grey house I took it all in. This was not what I was thinking it would be. There was a yard on either side, littered with a mish mash of shrubs and trees so that it appeared almost like a jungle. I had packed a small overnight bag, with a few outfits and the essential toiletries and makeup. I took a deep breath and talked to myself, I could and would do this; after all this was going to be my home soon and I needed to do some reconnaissance work. This was going to be where we lived, where we slept, where we did everything together.Where we fuck the thought crept unbidden into my head and I felt myself bl
I woke to find myself in quite a bind, and I did mean literally. My feet had soft cuffs around the ankles, and when I moved them, they had a little give, but not much. My wrists had suffered the same fate, the soft cuffs fastened securely around them as well. The cuffs were connected to each corner of the bed. Cade was notably absent. I struggled a little before settling back down, he wouldn’t leave me here, would he?“Cade?” I asked hesitantly and heard the soft pad of his footsteps.“Ah Sloane, you are awake. Are you comfortable?” I snorted at that.“As comfortable as I can be in this set up. Cade, what exactly is this for?” I asked, but in my mind I already knew. Cade was a dominant, and he was about to dominate me again. And a dirty, little secret part of me couldn