Control Me(39)

“When you’re ready, Princess, I’m going to tap that sweet hole; just say the word. Do you know how hot you look with both your holes winking at me, babe? Hot as fucking hell!”

“Hurry up and fuck me! And do it hard; I can take it.”

I slammed into her with a loud groan, feeling her wet heat surround me. Jesus, I could stay in here forever. She was pushing her hips back and forth against me. I continued to fuck her, I couldn’t hold back any longer; my cock swelled, and I thought I was going to explode out of the condom any minute. We both came at exactly the same time, me grunting like a madman and her sagging into the mattress face-first.

She rolled back over to face me, kissed me tenderly on the lips and whispered, “Thank you.”

“Pleasure was all mine, Princess; trust me. Looks like I’m going to be getting my money’s worth after all in this marriage then, eh?”

Jada burst out laughing and swatted me over the head.

“Dickhead!”





CHAPTER EIGHTEEN


JADA

Over the next week, we managed to be quite civilised to one another, and the sex, God, the sex was just out of this world! There wasn’t one night that we didn’t make love. Unless, of course, when Max was away on business, and even then we managed to squeeze in some phone sex.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would enjoy having sex this much. I never had anything to brag about before Max. The way he made love to me was so sweet, so sensual and tender that I actually believed he loved me. What the hell was I saying, ‘make love’ and ‘love me’? Max didn’t love me; he just loved the sex; in fact, so did I. Especially the hard, fast and rough sex where he was dominant and controlling. I loved every minute of it.

Still in my daydream, I heard the intercom buzz letting me know Milan had arrived to pick me up to have lunch at my parents’ house. Max left early that morning for the Sinclair Winery, as harvest season was well under way. Thanks to Max, everything seemed to be going according to plan with getting the winery back on track. A wedding date was set for the end of the month, and my schedule was busy with fashion shows and promotional events coming up.

It would be my first time back in the public eye, and I was feeling extremely paranoid and nervous about it all. If I went shopping, I felt like someone was watching me. I would go out for lunch or coffee with Mia and Milan and have a sense I was being watched. The paranoia was killing me, escalating because Max was away on business; he made me feel safe. I’d been in contact with my therapist, and she’d organised for me to see someone closer in Adelaide. Mia would take me next week; that way, we could say we were going for a shopping ‘day trip’. No one would be the wiser.

“Hi, you’re early.” I hugged Mia as she stepped into the penthouse.

“Yeah, I know, but if I didn’t come and pick you up now, your fiancée was going to blow a fuse!” Milan answered back.

“Oh, really, why’s that?” I asked, confused.

“Honestly, do you really need to ask? That man is so bossy. How the hell do you put up with him?

“Well, he’s not that bossy, and I have my ways,” I teased her.

“Please, no more sex stories. I’m having a drought, and I do not need to hear how many times a week or day you are doing it!” Milan covered her ears, pretending to block them.

“Ha! Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?”

***

“So, tell me, darling: what’s next on the agenda for you two lovebirds this week?” my mother asked as we all sat down to eat lunch.

“Well, Max is busy here with harvest season all week, and he’s waiting to seal some deal about building a new Hotel Spa and Resort in Darwin. As for me, I’m working in Sydney on Friday, shooting a commercial for Myer department stores.”

Max frowned at me. “Jada, it definitely cannot be this Friday. Did you forget I told you we’re flying to Darwin Friday morning? I’m meeting with the Board of Directors in the afternoon so I can give them my last sales pitch, and Saturday evening they are hosting a dinner for us.”

“No way, Max! Darwin is this week?”

“I told you about it last week, babe.”

“What, when?” I demanded. “Did you tell me after the engagement party, because I honestly can’t remember you telling me, Max? All I can remember was being angry with you about arriving late and then when we got back to the penthouse—”

“Yeah, but when we got back to the penthouse, we really didn’t do a lot of talking, now did we, Princess?” he murmured seductively, ignoring my father’s icy glare.

“Stop playing with me and trying to embarrass me in front of my parents with your sexual innuendos!” My mother blushed, and Milan just covered her face. “You did not say that Darwin was this week. You told me we were going, but you never gave me an exact date!”