A year later
I loosened my robe, and it fell to the ground, my naked body now in his view. I looked down into his eyes. Christian's eyes were doing the thing they always did whenever he saw me naked. A mixture of emotions. The lust was clear. The want, even clearer. And then some other thing I couldn't quite decipher.
I stood at the edge of the bed, watching him. His body danced with excitement, like a kid about to play with a new toy, his eyes never leaving mine. He tried to hide how much he craved me, but I knew the tells. We'd done it too many times, and I'd mastered his reactions. In that area, he couldn't fool me. It was during moments like this I knew I had power.
I'd come to accept that beating Christian meant using everything to my advantage, my body included. And sex, it gave me the upper hand.
"Just perfect." His gaze lingered on my breasts.
Christian raised his hands and tried to touch them. I lightly pushed him, and he fell on his back on the bed. He grinned like a Cheshire cat, as if he was watching a movie play, he put both his palms under his head and relaxed. His arms and torso flexed, his shirtless body giving me an unadulterated view of his muscled frame. I almost lost focus. Under the bright light; Christian loved having sex under bright lights, his skin glistened despite being dry.
Who was seducing who?
I liked that his eyes never left my body. It meant he liked it, not that the boner struggling to free itself from under his pants wasn't enough proof.
Christian scrutinized me, the impatience in his eyes almost masking the lust.
I raised my right leg, and lightly placed it on his black joggers that housed his bulging crotch. He must have trusted that I wasn't going to harm him because he didn't flinch. I lightly rubbed, and he jerked. I smiled, repeating the same motion. This time I heard a small groan.
That sound… It was music to my ears. I returned my leg to the ground, and slowly bent down. My hands grabbed the waist of his joggers and began to thug at it. He raised his hip, making it easy for me to free him from his pants and briefs.
I'd seen his dick many times. Yet every time he was naked in front of me, my mouth watered. Except Google and pornhub, I had nothing to compare him to. With the little information I had, Christian was big and long. I'd never been able to fit all of him in my mouth before. It was a challenge I'd accepted and was eager to win.
My mouth teased, licking between his thighs. I'd get close to his balls and just before my tongue touched him, I would move away. He groaned every time I did this. A few times, he gently nudged my head with his hand, but I hit it, sending it away.
Christian's hands found my head again, this time he was stubborn about letting go. He lightly nudged me towards his dick. I steadied myself with my hands on his brawny thighs, going upward, I gave his balls one quick lick, he tensed, waiting for a second. I hesitated, Christian's body responding nicely to my teasing.
I wanted him to beg for it, but knowing Christian, he'd never do anything so out of character.
I opened my lips wide and took his balls in my mouth, sucking gently, and when I released them, there were silent whimpers. This was the only way he begged. I settled for it.
With my right hand, I held the base of his dick, then I began to trace the silky body with my tongue, starting from his balls to the tip of his length. Once at the top, I sucked on his cap, salty precum mixing with the saliva in my mouth. I spread it around his tip with my tongue, and Christian bucked his hips, failing at an attempt to fill my mouth. His protests had gotten louder, but we weren't quite there yet. I wanted him to writhe under my touch. For his body to feel cold in my absence. I fit him in my mouth, only able to house half his dick. I tried to fit in more, my gag reflex triggering. So I pulled out and continued to suck, my hand still wrapped around his base. My head began to bop up and down, fitting what I could in my mouth. Christian's hands found my head again, but he didn't push. He simply ruffled though it, massaging my scalp.
His pelvic began to rock upward as he fucked my mouth. I let him.
I removed my mouth, releasing his dick, I got on my feet.
His eyes flashed open and it greeted me with a hunger I recognized all too well. It was only a matter of time before he decides to take the lead, me under him. I couldn't let that happen. Slowly, I crawled on top of him, my wet folds sitting on his lower stomach. His erection brushed my back and I shivered.
"Say it."
"I want you." There was no hesitation in his voice. No uncertainty.
His quick response made me feel imperious. His eyes begged me.
With one quick move, I lowered my opening unto the top of his dick. Unhurriedly, I sat, and he filled me.
My own moans threatened to escape my mouth. It felt so good. when all of him was finally inside me, I bent forward, lying on his chest. Our eyes reflecting the same thing.
"I want some shares in your company. Or I stand up and leave. Your choice."
It was arrogant of me to think that I had Christian Gulf wrapped around my fingers, but I thought it and almost believed it too.
"You're not fighting fair." He grinned.
"All is fair in love and war." I repeated what he'd said to me just hours ago.
"Is this why you came into my room tonight? And here I was thinking you simply wanted to fuck my brains out. Silly me." He didn't lose the grin.
He was enjoying this game too much. And I was determined to play it.
"I need to stay the majority shareholder. I can't give any to you."
"Is that a no? I thought I was entitled to those shares."
"By law, as my wife you own half of everything I own."
I knew that. I always wondered why he never gave me a prenup to sign. And it wasn't in the contract either. Again, I wondered if maybe a part of Christian trusted me.
Christian began to move his hip. This time a quiet moan escaped my lips. I allowed him, enjoying every thrust.
Focus.
Even though I was enjoying the way his face contorted as he fucked me, I put an end to it, stoping his movement. He was stronger than I was, but ever since we started having sex, he had never used force on me. Unless I asked him, of course. And even then, he would make sure he wasn't hurting me too much.
That was one of the many things that confused me about Christian. He could be sweet and gentle. And he could be a monster. He chose being a monster more times.
"I want shares in your company, are you gonna give me'em?"
I pressed my lips on his own, he opened up for me, then I moved my ass, bouncing on his full length. Pleasure shot through my body, but I contained it. I was on a mission. I moved my pelvic back and forth, a skill I'd learnt from pornhub, satisfied with the result that was Christian's face. I bit his lower lip, and sucked. Then I released him almost immediately, my hips still rocking his dick.
"I. Want. Some. Shares."
"You can have it." He said between moans. I took his word for it, because Christian was a man of his word through and through.
As soon as negotiations were over, my mind blocked everything out, my full attention now on the sex. My pace increased, and I began to move faster. One of Christian's hands was stationed on my waist, pressing almost painfully, the other found my ass and he tapped at intervals.
Now my moans were the loudest, unabashed, unapologetic.
I loved sex with him. I loved fucking him. I loved him on top and under me. He was the only man I'd ever been with, and surprisingly, even with all the porn I'd been watching so I could learn a thing or two, he was still the only man that made me wet just by looking at him. The only man I wanted to fuck.
"I'm about to come."
I was at my climax too. "Hold it. Just a little longer." I said breathlessly.
Christian's thrusts were harder and faster, and I matched his pace, bouncing my ass on his dick. A few seconds later, I was spent. Christian's release followed after mine. I fell to his side, as I tried to catch my breath.
"Nice doing business with you."
His response was a loud throaty laughter.