Falling into Black
strong arms encompassed me from behind. “Venice is a treat. You
always wanted to come, right?”
    I nodded. “How did you
know that?”
    “I know all about you,
Alicia. Now let me show you your wedding present.”
    His powerful body led me
away from the window to the full-length mirror, its edges gilded with painted
gold. I took in my reflection. The full curves of my breasts and hips, the tuck
of my waist. My round thighs and thick calves. Dorian stood more than a head
taller than me, his bare, sculpted chest pressed flat against my back.
    “Aren’t you beautiful?”
he asked and ran his fingers over the collar around my neck.
    It sparkled with pink
and yellow diamonds, tastefully delicate. I gaped at him in the mirror, then
back at the collar.
    “I didn’t need this,
Dorian!”
    His fingers danced up my
stomach and cupped my breasts. “No, but I wanted to give it to you. Our wedding
vows were only the first part. This is you agreeing to be mine in private. To
wear this collar for me and me alone. What do you say, Alicia Black?”
    My stomach clenched when
he used my new name. Alicia Black . I hadn’t taken the time to let the
truth of my situation sink in – not until now.
    “What does it entail?
I’m already your wife. Is there more?”
    Fingertips flitted over
my sensitive nipples, exciting my flesh with each gentle caress. “Yes. You’ll
be my wife, but you also agree to my control. My desires. Submit to me
completely, Alicia. I’ll always take care of you. Keep you safe and love you
completely.”
    I moaned, my mind
clouding with the moment. “I want to but--”
    “But what?” he asked and
tightened his arms around me.
    “If I agree to your
control, do you agree to never toss me away? Never leave me for another woman?
It’s not fair if this is all one sided.”
    He clamped onto my
breasts, tenderly squeezing my nips until I gasped in delightful shock. “Yes.
I’ll never leave you or toss you aside. And I will never, ever cheat on you. I
promise. You’re the only woman for me.”
    His green eyes shimmered
in the reflection, his face solemn and perfect.
    “Then I agree to your
terms, Mr. Black.”
    As soon as I uttered the
words, he spun me around and kissed me. His lips smashed against mine, his
hands gripping my back as the thick length of his cock pressed into my belly.
Instead of the bed, he pressed my body flush with the window, and his strong
hands gripped my thighs and hiked me up.
    “They’ll see!” I cried
as his lips burned their way down my delicate neck.
    “They’ll see what
they’re missing. Can’t I show off my new wife?” he groaned and slipped the
turgid head of his member along my eager clit.
    I shuddered at the
pleasure exploding in my sex. The idea overwhelmed me. He wanted to show me
off. He wanted people to see how much he loved me. God I hoped the damn window
didn’t break!
    His mouth clamped over
my breast as he guided his slick cock inside. The cool shock of the windowpane
against my back eased my feverish flesh.
    I wound my fingers in
his hair, moaning at each perfectly aimed thrust. Every touch titillated my
flesh. His lips, chest and hands, rubbing and holding me with brute strength.
The forceful urgency of his hips slamming into mine.
    The raw animal passion
of the moment filled the air. The scent of our sweat tickled my nose. My body
tingled with lusty need, and I relished in the idea that I belonged to Dorian
Black – body and soul. He consumed me with his heat, his overwhelming
desire, and I succumbed to it willingly. Gladly, even.
    His tumescent shaft
glided over my clit with every entrance, pushing me closer and closer toward
the height of satisfaction. Dorian’s lips met mine as my pussy’s walls
tightened around his member. Moaning into his mouth, my body writhed with
fervor as he spilled his seed inside me.
    “Oh Alicia,” he groaned
as the heat of his come dripped down my thighs.
    I smiled at him, and we
kissed again. Our tongues mingling together

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