Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 289

So I yank it towards me so he’s forced to sit up or be strangled. His eyes widen in alarm as I get nose to nose with him.

“Who holds the power here?” I ask quietly.

“It looks like you for now,” He’s put on a grin.

“But don’t get used to it so much. You won’t get much fun,” He claims.

Whatever!

Then I smile and push my lips to his, a collective m.o.a.n mingling between our mouths. I force my body into him, pressing him back down to the bed, while our mouths work each other in perfect harmony.

Both our connection is so incredibly in touch with each other. In fact, I know what he wants and how he wants it.

As I’ve been getting far too much of his gentle way much before our wedding day, so now I’m going to get his hard medicine now. So I break away from his lips and work my way into his neck and savouring the feeling of his muscle hands sweeping across my n.a.k.e.d back.

“To burning, my lady,” he m.o.a.ns.

“Oh? So you don’t like it?” I tease as I start nibbling at his ear slowly circling it before firmly strokes in the hollow below his lobe.

Oh, God. His scent is addicted.

“Never ask those stupid f**king questions,” He warns then pushes against me, and I know he’s going to spin me over, take back his control, and then probably give me sleepy love, so I force myself back down onto him.

“No. No,” I watch his chest heaving, his stunning face strained.

He is clearly fighting instinct to take over here, but I’m not giving in. I know he could tackle me onto my back in a split second, and with little energy or strength, but he won’t. On top of being far too gentle with me, he’s trying hard to prove a point that he can relinquish the power so that he can be reasonable.

Now. He’s trying so bloody hard… instead he was failing. I reach forward and take his hand, and he watches carefully as I lift it, the cuffs chinking as they unravel.

My eyes flick to his so I can gage his reaction, and I find a look of understanding surfacing. His arm getting tenses. So I tug gently, but he won’t let me guide it to where I want it to be. And this is the ultimate test, so I do know how he will feels when he’s unable to access me, but it’s an unreasonable and unwarranted fear, and we have got to get past it. I tug again with slightly raised eyebrows.

He’s reluctant, but he lets me guide it to the headboard.

“I won’t let you leave this time,” he pants.

“So swear that you won’t repeat it again? If not…” He warns as he guessed what’s coming.

“That’s if only you promise you won’t get mad,” I snap the cuff over the head board holder and look down at him.

“Promise? Yes or not?” I ask again.

He shakes his head faintly and takes a deep breath. I know how hard this is for him.

“Kiss me!” He orders harshly instead of promise me.

“NO! I’m in charge now,” I remind him.

“Please, no babe. NO! Please, don’t make this harder than it already was,” He reaches out with his free hand and grasps the top of my arm, pulling me down so I’m flush to his chest again.

My lips land on his and his marvellous mouth saturates me. Gradually, I start working his tie loose as he claims me with his tongue, and yanking it from his neck and then beginning on the buttons of his shirt until I’ve got the lusciousness of his hard chest under my palms.

Slowing our kiss down, I pull away and he growls, his eyes clenching shut, but I ignore his obvious displeasure and start trailing my lips down his neck, onto his chest, across his solid stomach until I reach the zipper of his trousers.

My nose runs the length of his hidden under his trousers. Just then, his h.i.p.s jerk up, a supressed bark flying from his mouth.

YES! My plan is working.

Actually my plan is, I’m going to work him up into a frenzy so when I release him, he’ll be rampant and hopefully make love to me unconsciously.

Because we’ve got missed too much hard love to catch up on.

When I feel his hand land on the back of my head, and he yanks at my hair a little. Instantly, I smile to myself in smug satisfaction, then slip the button of his trousers and slowly pull his zipper down, sliding my hand into his boxers and firmly grabbing his hard length.

His h.i.p.s fly up, the metal of the cuffs clanking loudly.

“NO! STOP IT, MY OBEDIENT WIFEY!” His head shoots up and he hits me with desperate, hungry eyes.

“KISS, now!” He shout commandly.

Then I crawl back up his body and grab his cheeks in my palms.

“Oh, you want me to take you in my mouth. Ermm…” I press my lips to his… hard.

“Do it!” He command.

“Iskh! Tell me who holds the power, my great husband?” I bite his lip, and he m.o.a.ns.

“You! Yes, you do. Please, wife. Your mouth,” He beg.

I smile against him and drift straight back down, pulling his stuffed high length free and licking a teasing, wet lash straight up his shaft.

“Oh MY GOODNESS,” he groans.

“Oh GOD, I love your mouth,” He exclaims in pleasure.

“Good?” I ask as taking him halfway, before drawing back again.

“Too good. From our first met, I know that’s you were meant only for me.” He claims.

I bite into his flesh lightly, warningly.

“All the way? Can I?” I asked.

“Yes, please all is yours,” He announced.

Then I wrap my lips around him and glide all the way down, until he hits the back of my throat. He groans loudly, his groin pushing up highly. So I try to relax my mouth, to try to accept the invasion, but my mouth reflex fails me and I’m suddenly retching.

OH NO! I drop him fast and leap up from the bed, my stomach convulsing, a sweat breaking out across my brow.

Gosh! I’m going to throw up, so I fly into the bathroom and collapse in front of the toilet, then proceed to evacuate the contents of my stomach, trying to hold my hair out of my face while aiming right.

“Babe!” he call franticly.

The sound of the cuffs start clanging loudly.

“Wife! Answer me!” He shout this time.

“Elp. I’m…” Then I throw up again, choking as I try to talk, try to assure him that I’m fine.

Oh no, I need to release him.

“OH, GOD! My babe!” The persistent clattering of metal on wood rings out through the suite, accompanied by his panicked yells.

I can’t talk now. My throat is blocked, my eyes are watering and my stomach is aching from turning so much.

What the hell is wrong with me? I’d hardly started. I’ve taken him endlessly like that and it’s never had this effect.

Wait, I feel queasy. So I grab some toilet tissue and dab at my forehead. I really need to get my grip and get my arse back in there to release him before he get heart attack.

“Babe!” There’s an almighty crash, and then he steams into the bathroom, shirt open, trousers undone, and a look of pure dread on his face.

Then, I try to wave an arm at him, anything to reassure him that I’m okay, but I’m quickly grasping the side of the toilet again, bracing my arms as I continue to throw up and choke.

“Oh,god! Oh god! My babe,” He sounds so worried as hell.

Gohs! I’m only being sick. Then I feel him close in behind me and gather my back, holding them and rubbing my back.

“Sorry, I’m fine.” I wipe my face and rub my palms over my cheeks when I know I can’t possibly throw up anymore.

“Yes, I know,” he mutters dryly.

“Let me look at you, wifey.” He ordered.

I shuffle around on a sigh.

“Hmm…Still want to consummate?” I ask in attempt to soothe his obvious worry.

He rolls his eyes.

“Babe, not a right time to pull a jokes,” He said.

“I’m sorry.” I apologised.

“Do you know you almost kill me off just now? I swear,” He pushes my hair from my face.

“You okay now?” He ask worriedly.

“No, I feel very sick,” I collapse forward, my cheek colliding with his bare chest where his shirt is open.

“Why do you think that is?” he asks quietly.

Just then, I’m stiffen. GOSH! Oh no! I’m really not ready to deal with it yet as I haven’t got the energy right now, so I keep my mouth shut, but I need to take my head out of the sand and face reality, the reality that I’m might certainly pregnant.

“Hubby. Take me to bed, please,” I plead.

I can hear him exhale deeply. It’s an obvious demonstration of frustration. I won’t be allowed to live in denial for much longer, but his need to care for me at the moment is getting me off the hook.

He stands and pulls me up.

“Know that, you are the most frustrating woman on the planet. Hey. Do you want to brush your teeth?” He ask.

“Please,” I nodded agreed.

He smiles down at me and brushes his knuckles across my cheek.

“No worries, everything will be fine,” He assures me.

Will it?

That’s only for him, not mine after all. He gets what he wants, although why he wants it is a f**king mystery.

“Hmm…Okay.” I agree feebly, catching a glimpse of a hanging handcuff from his wrist… and a huge red blister.