Blackmailed by the Beast (6 page)

Her attire always
seemed to make some gossip cover somewhere, and questions of
Wayne's past conquests was getting tiring. The amount of time she’d
heard how she wasn’t good enough started to take its toll.

Wayne always insisted
they sleep together, and for the most part, he demanded they were
both naked.

Her pussy would flood
with warmth, and her cheeks would heat with shame. No woman should
respond in such a way to man she barely knew.

After a hiatus of
civility, Wayne and Lily came to blows over the arrangements of the
prenuptial agreement.

Both stood in Richard’s
office, the document heavy to lift.

“What do you want me to
do with it?” she asked. Lily didn’t care one iota about the money.
As far as she was concerned, when they divorced she wouldn’t want a
single penny from him or his family.

“You need to read
through carefully. If you’re not happy with it then let me know so
we can organize and change bits.”

“I need a lawyer for
that?”

“It’s all
necessary.”

“But not completely.”
Lily turned to Wayne as he said something.

“Why do you want me to
sign this?”

Her heart ached. One
week left until the wedding. No run through. There'd be a quick
church wedding—her dress had been picked, and the flowers
sorted.

The ring on her finger
was heavy. It hurt to lift the damn engagement ring.

“Can we just get it
over and done with?” she asked. Lily rubbed her aching temples.

Richard glanced at
Wayne. “What am I missing here?”

“You can sign the
document. Just put your trust in me, Lily,” Wayne said.

She nibbled her lip and
picked up the heavy bundle. Words she never even heard of threw-up
all over the page. She couldn’t afford a lawyer and didn’t want to
spend the excess time in another office, waiting for some outcome
or another.

Lily took a chance on
his good graces. He wanted her to be his wife after all. How bad
could it be?

She signed her name
along the dotted line, not having the first clue to what she just
gave of herself.

Chapter
Nine

One week later...

Wayne Brown and Lily
Jones’s wedding day.

The wedding went off
without a hitch—the flowers, the photographer, and cake. Everything
was beautiful and sparkling. Wayne stood with one of his friends.
He twirled the gold band on his finger, loving the weight and feel
of the simple cut piece. A symbol binding him to Lily. Taking
another leisurely sip of champagne, his gaze drifted through the
crowd searching for her.

Wayne watched her talk
with his friends and family, her natural caring nature coming
forward and embracing them all.

“I have to say, my
friend. You’ve got a great woman. A little full for my tastes but
great nonetheless.” Wayne glanced at his lifelong friend and
smiled. Tony wasn’t known for having any taste in women. If they
could spread their legs and get wet, he’d screw them.

“She really is.”

“What I don’t get is
how you managed to get a woman who is still kind and not been jaded
by the world. Does she even know your reputation, Beast?”

Wayne knew what he was
getting at, and he wouldn’t admit he’d used unscrupulous means of
which to claim her. Not on their wedding day.

“Her family looks like
fucking shrews.” Tony joked, and he couldn’t help but smile at the
death stares they sent out into the crowd.

“The daughter is after
some rich meat, so be careful,” Wayne warned. Stephanie took great
care to try to get him alone. He hated the evil looking bitch and
took great care to avoid her.

“Please. It looks to me
like you picked the best of that fucking bunch.”

The two men stopped
talking when Lily came over to them. Wayne hadn’t introduced his
best man, worried in case he’d say something to scare her off and
back out of their contract. Richard, he knew, would keep his
opinion to himself even if he did disapprove of what Wayne was up
to.

After Lily signed the
pre-nup, Richard wanted nothing to do with him, even avoiding his
phone calls. He didn’t believe in the tactics Wayne was using.

Thankfully, for his
wedding, all the animosity and the trouble had been put to one
side. Richard stood with some business associates.

“Tony Welland, I’d like
you to meet my wife, Lily Brown.” Tony made a great display of
taking her hand and kissed her knuckle.

“A rare beauty indeed.
How did the Beast manage to get you?”

Wayne tensed, knowing
Lily would be uncomfortable by his friend’s attention.

“Thank you for your
kindness, but I think Wayne gets whatever he wants when he wants.”
Lily smiled back but blushed, giving away her unease.

“That’s true, but be
sure, my beauty, whenever he gets out of hand give me a call, and
I’ll sort him out.”

“Before you start in on
my wife, I’m going to take her and dance. Come on, baby.” Wayne
took her shaking hand and escorted her to the still empty dance
floor. The music changed the moment they emerged, and the upbeat
pop song turned into a slow love tune fit for such an occasion.

Wayne placed a hand on
her hip and brought her close against his body. He tried to get her
to rest her head on his shoulder, but she wouldn’t budge. Hiding
his disappointment, he spun them so they wouldn’t see her face.

“You look beautiful
today.” The simple yet elegant dress did her colouring and figure
justice. Her mound of dark brown hair was wrapped in a bun, with
strands of curls falling around her face.

Make-up was minimal to
highlight her beauty rather than obscure it. The small amount of
cleavage he saw tempted him.

“Thank you. You look
handsome.” Wayne noticed she kept turning away from him, glancing
out at the crowd.

“Tell me what’s on your
mind.”

He spun her farther
away, allowing them some amount of privacy even if they were the
centre of attention on this big day.

“I’m just taking the
time to process. I’m married, and it's a bit surreal to me. I never
imagined—”

She stopped abruptly,
biting on her lip. “You never imagined—what? Come on talk to me.
I’m your husband now. You can’t keep secrets,” he teased.

Lily burst out laughing
and relaxed in his arms.

“I never thought my
marriage would be like this. I mean, it’s pitiful. I’ve got no
one.” His heart broke for her. When they’d arranged the guest list,
the only people she could invite were her family.

“Hey, look at me.” He
tilted her head back so she stared back at him. “You’ve got me
now.”

Lily smiled and placed
her head on his shoulder. They danced for the remainder of the
night. Neither caring what other people thought.

Chapter
Ten

Lily stood in the
middle of her room, rubbing her hands together. She still wore her
wedding dress, the reception not giving her any time to change.
They weren’t having a honeymoon, so it didn’t seem right to leave
the show only to come back again and dance. Wayne shut and locked
the door behind her, and she was grateful to him for shutting the
world away.

They may have been
living together for a month and shared a bed, but they’d never
shared the full intimacy expected of a man and wife.

“Are you nervous?” he
asked, coming to stand in front of her. He removed his tie in the
process.

“A little.”

“You know I won’t hurt
you, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what to
expect.”

At least she was being
honest with him.

“What are you
thinking?” she asked. Never knowing what was on his mind was
killing her.

“I was thinking about
how beautiful you are.”

“You don’t have to say
stuff you don’t mean.”

Lily bit her lip to
keep back her insecurity. After tonight, he would have seen every
part of her naked. Would he still want her in the morning?

He took her hand and
brought her closer, both hands going up to cup her neck, his thumbs
pressed on her chin to tilt her head back. “To me, you’re the most
beautiful woman in the world.”

With the way he said
the words, she wanted to believe him.

As if sensing her
doubt, his lips brushed along hers.

“I’m going to make love
to you and fuck every part of your body, Mrs. Brown.” Over the last
few weeks Lily knew the more coarse he spoke, the more it turned
her on. Hearing what he wanted to do to her drove her crazy with
want. “Would you like that? To start off slow and sweet while I
take your virginity, and then once I’ve claimed your cunt and
spilled my seed, do you want me to take you again, rougher and
harder?”

“What are you doing to
me?” she asked.

“Making you my woman.”
He thrust his tongue between her lips, his hands pulling the pins
out of her hair until the mass of brown tumbled down her
shoulders.

She closed her eyes,
luxuriating in having her hair touched. His fingers ran through her
hair, and she held her breath as he followed all the way down to
where strands lay across her covered breasts.

Opening her eyes, she
was struck by how quickly he could turn her into mush. Already, her
legs were shaking and her heart pounding. Her breasts threatened to
explode out from the tight corset-style dress.

“What are you
thinking?”

Lily bit her lip and
twisted to look at the bed. “Will this hurt?”

He cupped her cheek and
pressed his head against hers laying a kiss on her lips before he
let out a heavy sigh.

“Well, that didn’t
sound good.”

“Lily, you’re the first
virgin and the only virgin I’ll take to my bed. I don’t know if
it’ll hurt, but I can promise you I'll make it feel as good as
possible,” he tried to reassure her.

“Okay.”

Taking a gulp of air,
she moved her hair to the side and showed him her back. “Would you
help me?”

One by one, the buttons
and rope on her dress style corset came undone. She wished she
could watch him, but her eyes closed thinking of her mother and
sister’s advice before she’d left the reception.

He pulled her back to
face him and tore the rest of the dress off until she stood in her
white thigh-highs and small virginal panties. The dressmaker had
insisted on a thong, but she couldn’t bring herself to wear
something so small. The corset had been designed to not wear a bra.
Lily folded her arms over her breasts in an attempt to cover her
large breasts. They threatened to spill over, and Wayne pushed her
hands away.

“Never cover yourself
from me.”

With a jerk of the
head, she nodded in confirmation, moving her arms down. She fisted
her hands at her sides, her nails biting into her palm letting her
know what was about to happen was real.

She held her breath,
watching him remove his suit jacket followed by the tie. He
unbuttoned his shirt and then tossed it away from his body.

Wow
! He had hard
muscle underneath all of his prim suits, and he had a six pack.
Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she quickly glanced away
from the hard stomach. A small tuft of hair was peeking out of the
top of his pants. Where would the pubic hair lead to?

Wayne took her hand and
led her over to the edge of the bed, her heels clicked on the
floor. He eased her down and knelt at her feet removing each
heel.

“I bet they hurt.”

Not as much as other
parts of my body.

The stockings joined
their other clothes, and he lifted her off the bed and removed her
panties. She stood before him naked except for her hair that
covered some of her body.

“I never want any of
this hair cut off,” he told her, pulling back the mass that covered
her body.

He pressed her down on
the bed, and it was his turn to strip.

Her gaze followed the
movement of his hands, and she couldn’t stop her fascination. They
touched, and she’d seen him before through their time shared
becoming acquainted. Now they were married and the simple touch
that occurred before suddenly meant so much more to her.

The pants dropped in a
heap on the floor, followed by his boxers. Her toes curled, and she
clutched the sheet beneath her fingers to stop herself from
reaching out and touching. Tonight would see the end of her
virginity, and she’d have her long-awaited initiation into
womanhood. Who better to teach her than her husband?

“Are you afraid?”

“A little.”

“Don’t be.” He helped
her to her feet once again and kissed her. His lips always had the
power to take her mind off what she feared, and here was no
different. She moaned and pressed her tongue not waiting for him to
seek entry anymore.

Wayne pulled away,
picked her up, and she squeaked. “You’re going to pull a muscle.
I’m too big.”

“You’re light to me,
baby, and I love having you in my arms.”

He carried her to the
bed and placed her in the centre coming down to rest on either side
of her. They laid and stared at each other.

“What are you
doing?”

“Letting you get
accustomed to me.”

“I’ve been sleeping
with you in the same bed.”

“But tonight you know
I’m going to fuck you.” Lily jumped when his fingers skimmed up her
leg. “See.”

Forcing herself to
relax, she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the pleasure he
was creating.

His fingers caressed
her leg, and his tongue bathed her tight areola. Lily arched up to
his touch, her breasts tight and hurting from the budding nipple.
She cried out. His fingers slipped through her wet slit, the
dusting of hair already soaked from her arousal.

“You want me,
baby.”

“I always want you,”
she admitted. The one constant thought had been about this night
and what would happen.