Chapter 112
The blazer I hold against Brandon’s torso doesn’t suit him, I shake my head and return it to the wardrobe, walking back to him a while later with another jacket. An exercise we have been going at for fifteen long minutes. If the tensing of Brandon’s shoulders and his pointed stare are signs to go by, he will snap soon. I want him to look his best, that’s all.
Joshua insisted I dressed nice but nice in a billionaire’s vocabulary could mean a lot of things and I want his parent to have the best first impression of me. Other daughters-in-law have their husbands' guidance on their choice of outfit, mannerisms, yet here I am fussing over my husband and the meeting with his parents. They must think me a snub.
I called them only once, to invite them for the dinner. They promised to keep in touch and they haven’t, so, the blames can be equally distributed. The hand clamped on my wrist stops me from retreating to the wardrobe for another outfit. His mouth is pressed into a thin line that has uncertainty seeping into me and I yank my hand from his grip.
His dark gaze brimming with a hint of annoyance sweeps over my body, I start second-guessing my decision to wear this nude matching underwear. We engage in a battle of stares. I silently implore him to be calm, but a corner of his lip turns downwards until he’s scowling. My hand reaches for his in a bid to placate him, I plant a kiss on the inside of his palm and smile shyly. He relaxes only a little before his shoulders stiffen again.
“What is going on?” He enunciates each word, I twirl the pendant of his locket, hesitant to reply. There’s no way I can lie to him about this. But I can’t tell him the truth. “Elna.”
“Do you trust me?” I ask. My hand lowers to my waist, eyes lock with his. If my bump wasn’t separating us, I would have hugged him or reached for his beard but that simple action seems to require a lot of strength which I don’t have these days and I yawn.
Sensing my tiredness, Brandon tries to guide me to the bed but I shake my head. I have a feeling he might blow up soon and I need to be standing when he does. Without another look at him, I saunter to the dresser where I recline. For now, it can support my weight.
The glare I am rewarded with doesn’t bother me as much as the fact I am keeping a tiny secret from him. A secret in the form of three people seated at our gazebo. The place we celebrated his post-birthday dinner. Only two of us were in attendance and he made me promise to never make a fuss about his birthday again. He is so against the idea of celebrating something as silly as a birthday, but I am glad to see him rocking my gifts.
In his opinion, birthdays are not important but we will have that fight another day. He sandwiches me between himself and the dresser as if afraid it will fall apart, I take the chance to slide my hands under his singlet, catching his tiny nipple between my fingers.
I know we should discuss like two adults but Brandon is overly sensitive about certain things like Brianna, his parents. I need him to be relaxed when I tell him about them.
The vibrating phone on the bed catches my eyes, I palm Brandon’s face to stop him from following my gaze. It has to be Josh or Lydia. She had the job of ushering them in, and I hope this doesn’t cost her her job. I want them to reconcile not grow further apart.
Making more room for him between my legs, I massage his shoulders. “Do you trust me?”
“Right now? Not so much.” My hands almost drop from his chest, I swallow my fear and push out the words to convince him. I need him to be in a good mood when we step out.
“You know I love you.” He nods, I push my hand into his boxers to stroke his dick. Eye contact is important but it’s hard to maintain it. “And I want what’s best for you, right?”
“Right,” he says, “because you want what’s best for me doesn’t mean you know what’s best for me.” He knows. Does he? Breathe, El. There is no way he knows, I was discreet.
Too subtle.
“Maybe,” I whisper, willing myself to maintain the facade of calm. “But I love you, with all my heart.” He nods stiffly, I swallow. “I don’t want you to be upset with me, okay?”
He strokes my cheek so softly. Fear starts to build inside me. Each caress reminds me of a scene straight out of a movie, the moment before secrets are out in the open. His smile sends chills shooting up my spine, my breath hitches when he reaches behind for the hook of my bra and my breasts spill out. He cups them gently, careful with his touch.
I am supposed to be in charge, but my hand inside his boxers trembles. He snatches it to hold it above my head. A moan slip from me when his mouth closes over my nipple, my body jerks forward, welcoming the pleasure he provides. By the time he is thrusting his tongue into my mouth, I am certain I was being paranoid. He doesn’t know anything.
When he carries me bridal style to the bed, my thong is halfway down my legs. He stops me from pulling it off completely, a look at his naked body causes heat to scorch my inside. I sit on the bed, confused and excited with pillows behind my back and waist.
We are forever trying new positions. I don’t know what to expect now. He hesitates at the foot of the bed, a hungry look in his eyes as he strokes his dick. I want his cock in my mouth but the reasonable part of me knows we only have time for a quickie. Beckoning on him with a crooked finger, I fondle with my breasts, loving the way his dick twitches.
“On your knees.”
He doesn’t have to say it twice. I turn. My knees dig into the bed, I push my ass up in the air. The bed sinks when he kneels behind me, tracing a line from my spine down to my butt. My phone vibrates again, I place it face down and shove it under the pillow before Brandon has a chance to spot the caller. With the way my core is throbbing for a release, I bet I won’t last five minutes. These days, I need less than that to come undone.
My asshole puckers when he flicks a finger complimented by his tongue over it. I thrust my butt, grinding my ass against his groin. He leans over to whisper, “Who’s calling?”
“No one,” I breathe out, willing him to carry on.
The first thrust comes after my reply, my eyes squeeze shut and I let out a whimper. Still thrusting into me, he bends to grab my breast, alternating between my stiff nipples. I jerk my hips for him to quicken his pace but he slows to a torturous rhythm and I sink my teeth into my lips. He is killing me with these strokes, I need him to go hard and fast.
“Is this about my parents?”
Oh, my God. He knows. My mouth parts, his hands roam my body, touching and lighting my nerves on fire. He places a kiss above my spine when I freeze, pumps into me faster at my lack of response. I shiver but not from having his dick inside me. Brandon knows.
His hand sinks into my scalp, keeping my gaze straight ahead when I try to twist my neck to get a look at his face. Clearing my throat, I say, “How...how do you know?”
“You are as obvious as I am when it comes to keeping things away from you,” he says.
Each stroke feels like a lash on my naked body, I lick my lips and yelp when he yanks my hair. He massages my scalp, then grabs my waist. I get it now. This is my punishment.
No point beating about the bush, I forget he is still inside me and try to pull away but he drags me back and rams into me, causing a strangled sob to escape me. Tears line my eyes. “You’re hurting me,” I murmur, he slows his pace. “Will you like to see them?”
Another thrust, he spanks me and massages the spot. I sniff, wishing the headboard in front of me has a mirror so I can determine his reaction. Resigning to my fate, I stay there and try to enjoy it and I would have if I didn’t suspect him to be upset with me. I don’t want us to go back to the old days where sex was the form of punishment. I hate it.
“Do I have a choice?”
Alarm bells ring in my head at his tone of indifference, I nod and say, “Of course you do.” I groan when he doesn’t give me a chance to look back, desperate for him to believe me but he continues thrusting and I whisper a reply, “Baby, you know you do.”
“Right.”
“I’m sorry.”
Willing myself to keep still until his release, I bite my tongue when he hits my sensitive spots but the traitorous moans spill out. It doesn’t take long for my body to vibrate. He continues pumping into me after he comes. I am so close, my inner muscles clench around his dick, my body jerks and my nails dig into the bed. I freeze, breathing out his name as I near my peak and a cry of horror tears through my lips when he pulls out.
The next seconds are a blur. I feel the tissue on the insides of my thighs, cleaning up his seed trailing down my lap and I can’t help rubbing my legs together to give me a much-needed release. But that fails and a ball of frustration hits me. I move to sit on the edge of the bed, legs spread out shamelessly to reveal my glistening vagina. I need him now.
“Please.” My fingers circle my clit, I slip a finger into my wetness under his scrutiny but the action only seems to turn me off. He’s the one I want. His dick. “Brandon, please. I’m sorry,” I say with my lips quivering. He shakes his head, stubborn man. “Baby, please.”
With a bored expression, he murmurs, “We don’t want to keep my parents waiting, do we?” I frown and he nods. “They hate tardiness and your phone won’t stop ringing.”