There’s an ache in my pussy when I wake up the next morning.
Thankfully, being clouded by Dash and surrendering under his dirty words, filthy demands, and rough touch chased away all my bad thoughts. I was almost disappointed when I found his side of the bed empty. That disappointment all but disappears when I notice that he had left a note on the bedside table saying he needed to leave early to oversee the preparation for tonight’s gala.
Except, he sneakily hadn’t mentioned that there was a surprise waiting for me just after breakfast. It arrived in a flourish with a zealous and vivacious bunch of three women, who were sent to spoil, pamper, and dress me for the function.
I was treated like the queen of the castle the whole day.
I’m so busy gawking at my reflection in the full-length mirror, that I don’t recognize the woman staring back at me. My long curly hair, which no amount of spray could tame, is straight and flowing down my naked spine. The evening gown I’m wearing is a light purple, sheer corset dress. The intricate lace and silk hug my curves like a second skin, while the bottom flares into an A-line skirt with a high slit.
It took the three of them to get me into it without tearing it with one hard pull. But so, so worth it. I can’t wait for Dash’s reaction when he sees the deep V of the neckline. My breasts, held by two thin straps.
“That dress is perfect for the belle of the ball,” sighs one of the girls, Ria, dreamily.
“You belong on a red carpet, sweetie,” says Pia.
Mia, who is fussing with my hair, also chimes in, “Man, I wish you were a lesbian.”
Yep. They all have rhyming names. The comical expression on my face had them chortling. I grin at Mia’s remark, who flirted with me nonstop, because her comments were kinda flattering. She’s such a cutie and if I had a friend who was into girls, I would totally set them up.
“Stop, you guys. It’s all because of your magic hands,” I say genuinely.
“Just imagine what else I can do with those hands,” winks Mia while wiggling her fingers.
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Your loss, honey.”
“Not denying it.”
“Your husband is one lucky man.”
“Tonight, he will be.” I smirk and they howl in laughter. “Thank you, guys. This was the best day ever. I wish you all lived in my city. My friends would’ve loved you.”
“We do travel for clients, actually.”
“Really? My best friend is getting married soon. Would you be interested?”
“Hell yeah!”
“Perfect.”
The pinging of my phone startles us and I grab it to see a text from Dash.
DARLING HUSBAND: Are you ready, kitten?
Biting my lip, I turn to the mirror, snap a quick selfie in the mirror with a seductive smirk and send it to him. His reply is instant.
DARLING HUSBAND: Fuck.
DARLING HUSBAND: Do you want me to kill everyone at the party tonight?
ME: So I guess I shouldn’t tell you I’m not wearing any panties.
DARLING HUSBAND: Are you trying to kill ME, wifey?
ME: You always fuck me at parties. So I’m making it easy, darling.
DARLING HUSBAND: Keep dirty talking to me and we won’t make it to the party on time. And when we do get there, I’ll make you walk with my cum in your cunt and a vibrating plug in your ass.
My pussy quivers at his salacious threat and I clench my thighs to relieve the ache. I berate myself for stupidly playing with fire. His filthy mouth always leaves me soaked and speechless. All I can think about now is his cock piercing my pussy and ruthlessly pounding into me. The need to touch myself skyrockets my lust.
DARLING HUSBAND: Dare to touch your pussy and I’ll make your ass red.
Damn him. How did he know? Just then another text pings.
DARLING HUSBAND: I’ll be there in an hour.
I tell the girls about Dash’s expected arrival and they spend the next hour doing last-minute touches before they leave with a hug and goodbye and a promise to see each other again. I’m alone for less than two minutes when I hear the chime of the elevator and determined footsteps walking down the hallway.
My pulse pounds in my throat and with his threat still running through my veins, my pussy clenches in desperation. My skin feels like it’s on flames and my heart stops when he rounds the corner. His black tux molds to his muscular physique perfectly and his chiseled face that God carved from stone is dark and stormy with carnal intent.
Tongue tied, no sound comes out as he slowly takes a step. His piercing eyes send shivers down my spine as they possessively run all over me. I don’t even finish admiring him before I’m inching back as he stalks closer. He continues the predatory dance until I’m pinned between the wall and his towering frame.
“Oh god!” I cry out when he thrusts one finger in my pussy without any warning.
“Fucking drenched.” He slides another in while his thumb rubs circles on my clit. “Is this what you wanted, wife? Needed this eager little hole filled?”
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
I clutch his shoulder as a tremor racks my body and the ache heightens to a familiar peak before I fall toward ecstasy. Moaning and panting, I ride his fingers desperately. My pussy, seeking a friction only his fingers can give.
“I’m fucking your ass tonight for giving me a hard-on in front of my staff.” Thrusting faster and harder, he commands, “Now come on my fingers.”
Two savage thrusts, a pinch to my sensitive clit, and I shatter on a silent scream. The climax is so powerful that I shudder again. Dash bends and his teeth latch onto where my neck and collarbone meet, and he bites. Hard.
Marking me.
Possessing me.
Owning me.
My body feels lightweight as he slowly pulls out his fingers. He traces my folds once more before bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking off my juices. The act is so hot and erotic, especially when his eyes become hooded and primal with lust.
“Keep staring at me like that, kitten, and your dress will be a torn heap on the floor.”
“We’re not ditching the gala,” I defiantly say, and his lips curve to the side. “Besides, Justin would hate me if I kept his best friend away.”
His eyes flash with jealousy at the mention of his best friend’s name. “I’m afraid his best friend title is up for debate.”
“Why?”
“He tried to steal you from me.”
I roll my eyes. “He did not.”
“He flirted with you.”
“Pretended.”
Dash’s broad shoulders roll in a shrug. “Pretend or not, no one but me gets to touch you. So if he knows what’s good for him, he’ll keep his distance from you.”
“Look at it this way. If he hadn’t, you’d still be keeping me at arm’s length. So maybe forgive him this time.”
“I would’ve said yes.”
“You do know you’re stubborn, right?” I taunt playfully.
“So are you, kitten. You wouldn’t have given up until I said yes.”
“True.”
Shaking his head in amusement, he wraps my hand in his and growls, “We are late again because of you, wifey.”
He chuckles when I smack his chest and call him a lying jerk. It was entirely his fault.
As promised, a shiny black limousine is waiting for us. The driver nods and we slide into the back seat. The ride begins and as I gaze out the window while watching the streets fly by, the weight of my past lifts off my shoulders. All I feel is bone-deep happiness. With each new memory I create with Dash, the old sad ones disintegrate.
I glance at my husband and notice that he’s deep in thought. He’s staring out the window on his own side while his thumb caresses his jaw absentmindedly. Our thighs touch as he leaves no space between us. Pressing even closer, I rest my head on his shoulder and when he kisses my forehead, I thank the angels for sending him to me again.
Maybe, it takes being heartbroken once to meet the one we truly deserve.
Just like weathering a storm before we reach the peaceful high.
If only I knew that a storm is yet to come.
***
When we arrive at the seven-star hotel hosting the charity function, Dash orders the driver to take the back entrance so we don’t have to go through the sea of flashing cameras. My protest that I can handle it goes unheard and shushed with a hard kiss.
Inside, though, I’m grateful.
Spotlights are not my thing and never will be.
The party is in full swing as we enter the ballroom and instantly, we are swarmed by people wanting to meet and converse with Dash. Some congratulating us on our recent nuptials making the headlines while few discuss business. Dash is polite as he makes small talk and I love when he pulls me into the conversation, genuinely interested in what I have to say.
The names and faces all blur as time passes. I thought I’d be bored but hearing everyone praise Dash for his efforts and the difference he’s made over the years in so many lives fills me with pride.
“Hey, beautiful,” a familiar flirty voice drawls. “Long time no see.”
“She’s my wife, you dickhead,” growls Dash. “Go find someone else to call beautiful.”
“Dash,” I scold.
“Shame you couldn’t teach him manners, Bianca.”
“You aren’t so innocent either.”
Justin’s smile falls while Dash smirks and hides his chuckle in my shoulder.
“Hey! I’m the reason you’re both together,” Justin says. “Don’t hate on the Cupid.”
“Seriously. People need to stop taking credit for us being together.”
“Who else said it, kitten?”
“Rosa.”
Both men freeze in shock. Their eyes widening in disbelief at her name, and it is hilarious. They look at each other before Justin asks, “Are you sure you’re not confusing her with Iris?”
“Rosa can be soft, okay.”
“Whatever you say, kitten,” Dash drawls but I know they don’t believe me.
Before I can fire back with a response, someone interrupts our private circle. The man looks at Dash and informs, “The organizer wants you in the back, sir. Please come with me.”
Instead of answering, he faces me. “Will you be okay?”
“Of course. I have Justin to keep me company.”
“I’ll be back soon.” Kissing me once, he follows the guy and disappears down the hall.
“Want to have a drink, beautiful?” asks Justin.
“Yes, please.”
He offers his arm like a gentleman and I rest my hand in the crook as he guides me to the bar and teases, “So, you two, huh? When did that happen?”
“What can I say? I’m irresistible.” I smirk. “And he’s a catch.”
He laughs boisterously and the sound draws the attention of a group of girls who trail their gazes over him in admiration. Justin winks when he notices and they giggle. I sit on the high stool while he orders our drinks. I’m impressed when he remembers my choice.
“Resisting you was never the issue, beautiful. You and him were a long time coming.”
Dash had mentioned something similar and it makes me pause. “Did you know he liked me back then?”
“Like?” he scoffs. “The man was obsessed with you, Bianca. I’m surprised he didn’t just steal you away.”
Justin says it so casually as he takes a sip from his drink, that it escapes his notice how I freeze at the tidbit he shared. The word obsession rings in my ear and a strange feeling courses through my brain. The more I think, the more little snippets come to the forefront.
I’ve been in love with Bianca for as long as I can remember.
Though it took her a while to finally see me and confess she feels the same.
You may never give your heart to me but I won’t let anyone else have it either.
Could it be that Dash behaved that way on purpose? Antagonize us so that he could ruin my relationship with Niall?
No. It can’t be. I’m being absurd. It’s probably just my old habits resurfacing, sabotaging every good thing that’s happening in my life. The same old fears and wounds, holding me back from being happy and trusting.
“Bianca?”
“Yeah?” I blink back to reality at Justin’s pinched voice.
“You all right?”
I push the ludicrous thoughts away and grin at him. “Of course. I just thought Dash had a small crush on me.”
“It was always more. I don’t think he realized until you left.” Turning serious, he genuinely confesses, “He has spent his whole life believing he can’t be loved. So, I’m happy he found you.”
A man interrupts us before I can reply and notice that it’s Justin’s colleague. The air feels suffocating all of a sudden and I don’t understand it. So while they talk, I make an excuse. “I’m going to the ladies’ room.”
Then I ran.
