Page 89 of The Reluctant Bride
The Jaguar Holdings summit was quite the affair, Lauren thought. She'd reluctantly realized that as Number One's wife, she was now the one who needed to help put together these events and oversee the social side of the summit. Fortunately, it kept her busy and she found that several of the spouses helping her were pleasant, more fun and relaxed now that the group operated with a decisively different aim. Most of the boring and haughty members of the old charity committee, fortunately, ended up with one of the two new companies. There was more laughter and offers of help in this group, and she cautiously began going to lunch with one or two of them, maybe getting a cocktail after a long meeting. One, she reminded herself firmly, with a bit of a chill, just one cocktail these days. So, standing backstage with Thomas at the large and luxurious ballroom they'd prepared, Lauren could feel the excitement; from the audience, from her husband, who looked magnificent in a perfectly cut navy blue suit that outlined his spectacular ass so nicely. Realizing she was staring at that portion of his anatomy, she looked up guiltily to see him smiling in that scary, meaningful way.
"How do I look, darling?" Thomas purred, enjoying the fact that he could still make his wife blush such a pretty pink. Almost the color of her luscious little ass when he'd spanked her, perhaps three or four swats when it turned such a delicious shade of-
"They're just beginning the introductory video, Mr. Williams." Chuck was at their side, still scanning the area around them.
"Thank you, Straker," the new Number One said in a stately way, "is there a spot with a mirror around here?"
"Of course," he intoned, leading them both to a little closet of sorts that was apparently meant to be a dressing room.
Uncomfortably wedged into the dusty space, Lauren managed smooth her husband's tie and smile up at him. "You look so handsome. You're going to rock this." Her hands wandered to the strong column of his neck as she sighed a little. "Yeah, you're going to be..."
The big, warm hands of her spouse were sliding along the light silk of her dress, and Thomas's voice was suddenly hoarse again. "And you, my darling, so sweet. Your beautiful face smiling up at me..." His hands were drawing the soft folds of her dress up without really being aware of what he was doing, but he suddenly groaned. God, this woman- she smelled so fucking good, so delicious, he wanted todevourher and-
His mouth slammed down against hers, swallowing her grateful little whimper as her hands went to his belt, feverishly yanking and trying to free it from his dress pants. The tenuous thread of control he'd been hanging on to for weeks andweekssnapped and Thomas growled, reaching under his wife's clothing to yank down her underwear. He briefly noted they were her plainest cotton ones, the "laundry day" type she'd been sporting recently to discourage herself from letting him see her scantily clad. Number One chuckled darkly against the wet mouth of his pretty bride. She could be wearing one of Kingston's suits and he'd still not be able to resist her. Wedging one polished shoe against the door and bracing with the other, Thomas hauled Lauren upwards, grinning at her stifled shriek and greedily gripped the soft globes of her bottom in his hands, squeezing and massaging them.
"I fear I cannot wait, lovely," he growled, running his tongue against fluttering pulse in her neck. "I must fuck you right now or walk out on stage with the largest erection of my life."
To his pleasure, Lauren burst out laughing, strong thighs tightening against his hips and awkwardly perched against the rickety table under the mirror. "Please don't wait, oh, god, Thomas! I've been waiting and waiting - I've been so good, Sir!"
The smooth and urbane Number One groaned. "Oh, god!" he managed, before diving back in, slanting his mouth harshly against hers and sliding his tongue between her lips, smothering her moan. Bracing her pelvis against his thigh, hitched up to hold her then left one of his hands free to grip her hair, yanking it back to bare her throat to him. He could dimly hear her gasping breaths, hands digging in to his shoulder, the other in his hair, nails scraping pleasurably along his scalp. "Beautiful, perfect girl," Thomas managed, "you're rubbing yourself against my thigh, riding me like the dirtiest, greediest little girl. I can feel your swollen clit brushing my trousers, darling." Unfairly, his other hand shifted to help her move against him, the soft lips of her center swelling and slick as Lauren rubbed helplessly against the lean muscles bulging in his thigh, braced perfectly for her. Only the tips of her pretty high heels touched the floor, pushing desperately to give her more traction against his thigh. Her back was arched, long lashes fluttering and that pretty mouth open and gasping as his lovely bride brought herself to her finish, Thomas hastily slamming his mouth against hers to stifle the rather loud trill she gave as she came.
There was a fairly urgent knocking at the door and Chuck enunciated, "Mr. Williams, they have introduced you and are now applauding to welcome you-"
"One moment!" Thomas not quite shouted, inelegantly heaving his moaning wife to the left and grasping his cock, sliding it along her lusciously silky slit.
Putting his mouth to her ear, he diabolically whispered, "You must be quiet, my darling. You don't want everyone to know what a delightfully dirty little girl you are, now do you?" Unfairly, he'd wedged the tip of his cock at the entrance of her passage, and as Lauren attempted to answer him, he thrust. Thomas dimly felt her nails sinking into his neck and could only enjoy the sting along with the overwhelmingly intense pressure of being inside his wife. "The heat of you, darling," he hissed, "the way you're gripping my cock, I can barely move-" He did heroically manage to begin force himself in and out of her spasming channel, enjoying pushing her through her orgasm and extending it as he forced her open.
Sweat was beading on their foreheads as they pressed together, Lauren desperately trying to smother her whimpers as he moved faster inside her. It had been so long- he thought disjointedly, and she was very slick and sweet, her body clutching him inside her, heels pressed into the small of his back and he could feel the moisture between them making it easier to thrust harder and faster. "I am not a gentleman, darling," he groaned, "I'm sorry this is a bit-" he thrust hard, enjoying how his wife desperately bit into his neck to keep from screaming, "abrupt and harsh, I'd intended to-" another vicious thrust, and another sharp sting from her teeth, "-to seduce you and prepare you slowly, it has been so long and darling, oh-" Thomas thrust up so hard he moved her up the wall, which was fortunate because the little table underneath her ass cracked, one leg dropping and tilting the whole thing sideways.
More urgent knocking and Chuck's voice, beginning to lose its constant composure. "Sir! I must insist that you-"
"IN A MINUTE!" shouted Mr. and Mrs. Williams together, both gasping as his cock swelled impossibly harder. Really, Thomas thought, he was amazed he hadn't come the second he'd managed to get inside his wife, but it all felt so unbearably good that he almost dreaded finishing. But he could feel her slick walls beginning to flutter, and he knew she was ready to come again, and not even the vaunted self-control of Thomas Williams was enough to resist the moans and gasps from the woman he loved as her cunt clamped down hard enough to strangle his cock. So with hastily smothered groans, they exploded together, Thomas feeling every ripple of her body against him and feeling his throat hitch back a sob because nothing would ever feel as tight and beautiful and perfect as this girl, and-
"MR. WILLIAMS!" shouted Chuck, "The audience is waiting and you are wearing a mic!!"
Lauren froze in horror, hands batting against his suit jacket to find the tiny electronic device that so effortlessly delivered his voice to-
One big hand covered hers, smothering the lapel microphone. "It's not on, lovely," Thomas crooned, "don't worry." They both strangled back another moan as he pulled reluctantly from her and she yanked over a box of tissues from the broken table to dab helplessly at the shiny wet spot on his expensive trousers.
"Oh, god, honey," she moaned, "oh, shit, I'm sorry!"
"Language," Thomas corrected absently, hastily stuffing his cock in and zipping up, tucking in his shirt and fastening his belt. "No one will see a thing," he soothed, "I shall be behind a podium, now give me a kiss." His deliciously cringing bride did as she was told and he licked the traces of her mint-flavored lip balm from his mouth.
Such was the stern gravitas of the new Number One of Jaguar Holdings that there was not a single giggle, not the tiniest of titters as he strode into the lights, calmly gripping the stand and mesmerizing the crowd with his speech. And if his mic had been on before he took the stage, there was not a soul in that vast room suicidal enough to tell him.
Three days later...
"Happy anniversary, my dear husband." Lauren shyly handed Thomas a glass of champagne, blushing as his gaze dropped to her bare breasts as he accepted it.
"And happy first anniversary to you, my sweetest and most lovely bride," he returned, kissing her lingeringly, enjoying the tart sparkle of the wine on her mouth. They were resting against a mountain of pillows - something he'd requested specifically when he booked the cottage, knowing how much Lauren loved them - and looking out at the surf, the moon shining on the ocean and the salt breeze drifting through the open window. He looked down into the shining eyes of his wife, this beautiful, impossible, courageous woman who chose to love him against all good sense. And he thanked the god he'd not spoken to for decades for it. "I love you, Lauren," Thomas blurted without any of his calm or measured speech.
Her arms went around his neck and he could smell the lavender and honey warmth of her skin. "And I love you, Thomas," she kissed one high cheekbone and then the other, "Sir... with all my heart."
Rolling over on to her back and smiling up at her spouse with an utterly mischievous leer, for the moment Lauren pushed away all the requirements of being The Corporation's new Queen Bee. Including planning a funeral for her father Frank, who'd apparently perished during a fishing trip off the coast of Cape Cod. Sadly, there was not enough left of him for an open casket. But that was all right. She was good at handling those sorts of things. She was, after all, Mrs. Thomas Williams.
