Chapter 9: Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

Margaret’s POV

I would never deny the fact that curling up in William’s arms and sheet gave me more warmth than I had ever received. Although he had a cold exterior that drove people away from him and an attitude that would make you decide at a glance that he was an annoying prick. He was strict with dealing with the public. He was a no-nonsense man and a disciplined man. Yes, he could be easily photographed as a playboy but in my eyes, he was the perfect man—an alpha male, a guardian, and defender. For the rest of the world, he was an unpredictable and dangerous egoistical b billionaire. It was strange and exciting, being tangled in his sheets and arms without a label or anything with a consequence. Since last evening, when he had begun our escapade, I was wondering if I could spend the rest of my life with this man. Don’t ask me why…

“We need to talk, Margaret,” William said suddenly, keeping his eyes on the TV.

“You rejected my call today and then turned your cell phone off. I’d like that to remain the first and last time. This is about your safety. If you’re not in a mood to talk to me, pick up and tell me. Don’t make me do things such as tracking you.” I stopped in the doorway, fully prepared for an argument, but my plans reverberated in my head. He was right. I walked over to the bed, allowing the towel I was wrapped in to fall to the floor, facing William naked. He didn’t even look at me. Fuming with anger, I threw myself onto the bed, turned my back on him, and fell asleep nearly instantaneously. He knew I wanted to take my revenge on Raymond by myself I just didn’t understand why he was so angry about it. We were planning our trip to San Diego and if this was how we would fight throughout our journey they I didn’t want to go. I was woken up by a gentle touch on my clitoris. I felt two fingers sliding inside me. Suspended between sleep and wakefulness, disoriented, not sure if this was really happening, I asked, “William?”

“Yes?” I heard his sensual whisper right next to my ear.

“What are you doing?”

“I need to get inside you. I’ll go crazy if I don’t,” he said, nearing his hips to mine, his hard cock resting on my buttocks.

“I don’t want you to.”

“I know,” he said, and impaled me.

He shoved his penis into my hole, wet with his spit. I moaned, my head snapping back, leaning against his shoulder. We were lying on the side, and his powerful arms snaked around me, tightening. His hips were still, and his hands slowly traced lines across my breasts. With a reverence approaching worship, he touched my body, pinching my nipples once in a while. His touch woke me up, stoking the passion inside me.

“I need to feel you, Margaret,” he said as my hips started to sway gently. “Don’t move.” I was pissed—he woke me up, made me horny, and now was ordering me to lie still like a piece of driftwood.

I slid him out, turning myself over and sitting astride him.

“You’ll feel me now. Deeper and faster,” I said, clasping my hand over his throat.

William didn’t resist. He gripped my hips with both hands, moving them gently. Even lying beneath me, he had to at least pretend to be in control. I tightened my grip and leaned in toward him.

“I am going to fuck you this time,” I said, starting to rock my ass.

As my clitoris rubbed against his belly, I felt the need to feel more. My movements sped up, getting more ruthless and insistent. The Man in Black dug his fingers into my buttocks, painfully, and moaned loudly. I couldn’t help myself and slapped him on the cheek with my free hand, immediately orgasming with incredible intensity. Wracked by spasms of ecstasy, all my muscles tightened, and I froze. William clutched at me harder, starting to move my hips steadily. A moment later, I felt his finger slipping into my ass and I came again with a loud cry as he pushed himself inside me faster and harder.

“One more time, baby girl,” he whispered.

I lifted the hand that was resting on his torso and slapped his cheek again. I have never orgasmed for so long and so intensely. William rolled over, throwing me to my back—his dick never slipping out of me—and knelt. I was exhausted, but I wanted more.

“I’m not going to come,” he said, stopping and lying down. “Besides, we left the condoms back in the car, and I never stop halfway.”

Puzzled, I sent him a look, but I couldn’t see his face in the darkness. I had always treated making him come as a personal challenge, more satisfying than my own orgasms.

“If you don’t want to come, I’ll do it for you,” I decided, shoving his cock down my throat, keeping my hand wrapped around its base. His breathing grew heavy, and he writhed beneath me. His body told me he was nearly there.

I grabbed his hand and placed it on my head so he could control my pace. William tightened his grip on my hair and pulled me closer to his hips, making me taste his entire manhood.

He started to come, and a wave of his seed flooded my throat. I couldn’t swallow, and it spilled from my mouth. He didn’t seem to care, lost in the ecstasy my lips were giving him. At one point, the grip on my head loosened. His hand slipped off, hitting the mattress. I raised my eyes and licked his belly clean.

“You’re sweet,” I said, lying next to him.

I pressed a button on the remote I found on the night table, making the LEDs under the bed light up, so I could see William’s face. He was perfectly still, drilling me with his eyes.

“You’re a pervert, Margaret,” he breathed, unable to calm his breath.

“Didn’t your visions have anything sexual about them?” I asked, provocatively licking the remains of his jizz from my lips.

“I often thought about what you were like in bed, but I always fucked you— not the other way around.”

I moved closer to him and kissed his chin, gently stroking his balls.

“That’s just me, you know. Sometimes I like to be in control. But don’t worry. It doesn’t come often. Usually I prefer to be the slave. And I’m not perverted. I’m kinky. There’s a difference.”

“Well, if it doesn’t come too often, I think I’ll allow it. And trust me, baby girl,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “You are perverted, promiscuous, absolutely debauched, and—thankfully—mine.”

….

Around seven in the morning I was woken up by gentle prodding. William’s erect phallus was pressing itself against my buttocks. I turned my head his way, discovering with some amusement that he was still asleep. Slowly I slid my hand between us and grabbed his penis, starting to stroke it. William moaned softly and turned onto his back. I propped myself on my elbow and watched his reaction. My grip tightened and my movements grew faster. Suddenly his eyes snapped open, but when he saw me, he closed them again. His hand slid under the sheets and started to softly rub my lace panties.

“Harder,” he whispered.

I did as he asked and felt his hand venture deeper, reaching my wet snatch. William inhaled sharply and started to play with me, writhing in ecstasy. His phallus grew longer and harder.

“Get on top of me,” he said, licking his lips and throwing the duvet off the bed. The motion revealed his astounding erection, and I suddenly felt hot.

“Not going to happen, love,” I replied, kissing his chin. “I want to pleasure you this way.”

“But I want to be inside you.”

He turned to the side and pressed himself to me, hooking his finger under the fabric of my panties and drawing it away before roughly shoving his cock inside me. I cried out, my fingers digging into the skin of his back. He fucked me hard and violent, until he remembered that he couldn’t finish inside me—we had no condoms. So he pulled out, panting heavily, and moved up over my head, placing his hands on the wall behind the bed.

“Finish me off,” he whispered, sliding his cock into my mouth.

I sucked him passionately, my fingers delicately stroking his balls.

A moment later I felt his body growing tense, and a wave of sticky semen flooded my throat. He bellowed loudly, his hands clutching the headboard. When he was finished, William collapsed onto the mattress next to me, trying to catch his breath.

“You can wake me up like that every morning,” he breathed, smiling.

I tried swallowing his load but felt myself gagging but I managed to push down his liquid down my throat.

“Are you done with putting your shits together? We are leaving in two hours’ time. The jet would be available in exactly ninety hours’ time and I don’t want the sun in in San Diego to set rise before we get there…”

“That’s one weird way of saying I shouldn’t take long in getting ready. I know you are scared of me but unless we are talking about your dick or lips, you know I don’t bite right?

“And I thought I was the one with pride issues” he hissed as he proceeded over to the bathroom. He stopped at the threshold and crossed his hands. “You know very well that prick Raymond would be going there too and that shitty ex-best friend of ours, is there anything you would like us to do in case something might blow out of proportion. I have a pistol you know? We could go with it just for security measures or if would need to blow some nigga’s brain off.”

“I told you already that I can take care of Raymond… of course, I would need your help in doing so, but let me ask for it. For now though, I would rather you give me some more orgasm” I said standing to meet him with no form of clothing covering my nakedness.

“In as much I would like to devour you again right this moment, I cant. We would go late and I don’t want that… we would be meeting with a few friend of yours before our meeting with Raymond and properly hit some of the local weekday’s club… so no. you would definitely need your strength for later baby girl.” William’s concluded with a wink before he completely moved into the shower to continue his bath.

“Ah yes, I have been meaning to ask” I said entering the bathroom with him. Williams’s bathroom was very big. Bigger than my whole apartment combined. I mean, the man had two shower head and two Jacuzzi bath in his bathroom. Two of everything… sinks, double chest of drawers and all and since I was a usual at his home, I had some of my things at his place and I have never had to replace them because the moment they get finished, William’s would replace them for me.

“What have you been wanting to ask?” his cold voice was as chilly as the water that poured down on my body after switching on the shower.

“Your meeting with Raymond, what is it about really?” I asked.

“I don’t understand you. What do you mean what my meeting with Raymond is about?” he asked scrubbing his skin.

“I want to know if it because of our revenge plan or if it has something to do with the meeting you had with your father and brother.”

“Ever had of the saying ‘killing two birds with one stone?’ he asked raising a brow. I already knew what he meant so instead of answering him, I angled my head and smiled at him.