Chapter Six

Candy

My head spins as I watch Ethan’s employees carry in the bags of clothes, shoes, and accessories that he bought for me today. I barely spoke the entire time, too overwhelmed by the items he was showing me. The price tags made my head swim, but Ethan didn’t bat an eye when he handed his card to the associates.

“You okay?” Ethan asks, coming up beside me and putting an arm around my shoulders. He pulls me snug against his side. “You’ve been quiet since I took you shopping.”

“Yeah,” I say, putting on my best smile and looking up at him. “I’m just a little overwhelmed.”

“Overwhelmed?” he says, bringing me inside the mansion he lives in. “Why’re you overwhelmed?”

“That just seems like a lot of money to spend on me,” I admit, my eyes tracking another man laden with bags that are all for me. “I appreciate this all, but I have enough.”

He chuckles, walking me up the stairs so quickly that I can’t properly take stock of my surroundings. My eyes catch on expensive looking pieces of art and sculptures that I’m sure must be original pieces. It feels almost like I’m in a museum rather than in someone’s house.

When I was here last night, I wasn’t able to fully appreciate the displays of wealth that are a part of the normal decor. Everything was draped in gold and red. There were Christmas trees and garlands of evergreen and holly. Now, they’re all gone, and I get to see the house as it normally is.

“You got rid of the Christmas decorations,” I say as we walk down the long hall that I know leads to his bedroom.

“I already told you I don’t like Christmas,” he says, kissing my forehead. “But I guess it was a waste of money to only decorate for the night. If I’d have been thinking clearly before I left yesterday, I’d have told them to leave some up for you.”

“Oh,” I say, unable to process the fact that apparently those gorgeous decorations were only for one night.

“Anyway,” he says, opening up the door to his bedroom, “let’s talk about the ceremony.”

I’m not sure how many times his words are going to give me whiplash. My mouth opens and closes, and I feel a little like a fish out of water. Finally, I croak out, “Ceremony?”

“Ah, I guess I didn’t really tell you my plans, did I?” he says, pulling me onto a loveseat – how did I not notice that his bedroom had a lounge area last night?

“No,” I breathe. He’s so close that his expensive cologne floods my senses. “What– what plans do you have?”

“I’m going to marry you, Candy,” he says frankly. I want to believe he’s joking because there’s no way that someone like him wants to marry someone like me, at least not so soon after meeting me. “I told you I was going to make you mine, and I don’t say things that I don’t mean.”

His declaration is so full of conviction that I have no choice but to believe it. My soul is on board, knowing that this man is perfect for me, that I’ll be happy with him. My head points out all of the ways that we’re different – the biggest is how it feels like this is just charity. I’m some broke girl that he met and feels like he can impress with the way he throws money around.

“Isn’t that a little fast? You don’t even know me, Ethan,” I say, squeezing his hand as I speak. Why would a man like him want to marry me?

“Maybe,” he says with a shrug, threading our fingers today. “But I know that I want to be with you, Candy. That’s enough. We can figure out the rest as we go.”

I like Ethan a lot. I like him more than I’ve ever liked another man. Sure, there are some things that I don’t understand about him, but my gut feeling tells me that he’s a good man. Still, I can’t help but question is motives.

“Ethan, you don’t even understand what you’re getting into. I come from nothing, like literally not a thing to my name, and you have all of this,” I say gesturing around his room that is bigger than any place I have ever lived. “Am I a charity case to you?”

Ethan raises his other hand to grasp my cheek and the show of tenderness makes me melt. “Candy, I knew you were meant for me the second I saw you last night. Sure, it might be a little fast, but when you know you know. You’re not a charity case for me, I would choose you no matter how we met.”

“Okay,” I say, staring into his eyes. The blue-green depths are ever-changing and always light up when he looks at me. I believe him, despite my reservations, I think I should give him a chance.

“I guess we should give it a whirl,” I add after a few moments.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he says with a grin, leaning over to kiss the tip of my nose. It’s a surprisingly tender gesture from a man who I understand to just take whatever he wants.

“Is that why you bought me all of that stuff?” I ask, furrowing my brow as I try to make sense of all of his behavior. From what I can tell, he’s stingy with his money. He might have an expensive home and expensive decorations, but he didn’t seem too happy about decorations that were only for a one-time use. “So that I’d marry you?”

“I wanted to buy you all of that,” he says. “You deserve the world, and I want to give it to you. Money’s no object when it comes to you.”

Before I can ask why, the weight of his words settles over me. It ignites something in my belly, and I see the moment that Ethan realizes what he’s done to me. The moment sizzles between us, then he presses forward into my space, kissing me so hard my world turns on its head.

I reach out, grabbing onto his elbows to keep myself from floating away. My lips struggle to keep up with the intensity of his kisses, but I do my best. He takes care of me, though. His tongue swiping across my bottom lip, urging me to open up for him.

Without thinking, I let my mouth drop. Ethan takes advantage of the opening, and I think he might be counting my teeth. I let my tongue touch his, whimpering at the feeling of the wet slide. He huffs, the noise sounding almost like a laugh.

He grabs onto my hips, pulling me even closer to him. I let myself be yanked forward, enjoying that he’s strong enough to move me around without much effort. My mind provides images of him throwing me around and holding me down. I feel myself getting wet between my legs at the mere thought of being used like that.

After a few more minutes of heated making out, Ethan pulls back. I’m leaning forward, chasing him before I even realize what I’m doing. He smirks at me, clearly amused by the way I’m so easily affected.

“I want to try something,” he says, squeezing my hips before standing up.

“What?” I ask, confused as to why he’s getting up in the middle of something so heated. I can see the obvious bulge in his pants – it’s clear that he wants this.

“I picked something up while we were out today,” he says, grabbing one of the bags from his bed.

I watch with unsealed interest as he digs through the contents. My eyebrows shoot up when I see the box he’s holding – it’s a toy. I’m not sure what it does. It looks like it might be a dildo, but I think I see the word “vibrating” from here.

“I think you’ll like it,” he replies as he opens the package and slides the device out. He pops batteries into the toy before turning back toward me. “What do you say?”

I can’t find the words to respond, so I nod. The smile on his face gets wider, and he looks almost sinister. It should scare me, but instead it just makes the anticipation in my stomach grow even hotter.

“Go ahead and take off your clothes for me,” Ethan says as he starts to cross the room.

I’m quick to oblige, tossing my dress to the side and peeling off my panties. By the time he gets to me, I’m totally naked. When he sits back down, I settle in next to him.

Before he kisses me again, he undoes his belt and slides his pants down his thighs, revealing his leaking cock. I don’t get a chance to admire it, his mouth insistent on mine. It’s not hard to get lost in the kiss.

I’m so focused on the way that his mouth feels against mine that I jump in surprise when I feel the toy grazing my inner thigh. Ethan shushes me softly before continuing to drag the cylindrical device closer to my center. I relax my body, letting my legs fall open.

“That’s it,” he says against my lips as he pushes the tip of the toy into my pussy.

I tilt my hips up, allowing him to slide the device even further in. It’s not too big, so the stretch is pleasant. And, when he starts pumping it in and out of me, I can’t stop myself from whining at how good it feels.

“You ready for the good part?” Ethan asks after a few minutes of fucking me with the toy.

“Yes,” I say, not sure what he’s getting at.

I find out almost immediately after. There’s a clicking noise from between my legs, and then the toy is vibrating inside me. The sensation is overwhelming in the best way possible.

“Oh my god,” I say, my hand flying out to grab onto his bicep.

“You like that?” he asks, groaning loudly at the way my body twitches against the intrusion.

“Yes,” I breathe out. “Oh my god, yes.”

“Good,” he says, leaning over to kiss my cheek. “Do you think that you can jerk me off?”

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. Slowly, I extend my hand toward his leaking cock. He hisses when my fingers wrap around him, thrusting up into my fist. I tighten my hold slightly, and me makes an animalistic noise, taking it as permission to fuck my hand.

He continues pulling the vibrator in and out of me, and I feel my orgasm approaching quickly. It’s coming on so fast that I almost can’t comprehend how it’s happening. My mouth falls open to tell him that I’m getting close, but the only thing that comes out is a high-pitched moan.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Ethan says, sounding wrecked. It feels like he might be enjoying using the vibrator on me just as much as I’m enjoying being pleasured by it.

Another choked sound escapes me. The pressure in my gut is only getting more and more intense. I’m barely able to keep my hand moving to give him even half of the delicious ecstasy he’s giving me.

My brain goes blank as liquid heat courses through my veins. It’s all the warning I get before my body is shuddering, arching as if trying to get both closer to and further away from the vibrator. My orgasm is so intense that it burns in the soles of my feet. It’s like my body is on fire, and Ethan is just adding more fuel to the flames.

As I’m riding out wave after wave of unrelenting pleasure, Ethan groans beside me. A few seconds later, my fist is covered in something wet and sticky. In the back of my mind, I know that he just came from fucking my fist, but my brain is still so fuzzy from my own orgasm that I can’t do anything but whimper.

He has mercy on me right before the vibrations go from being pleasurable to painful. As soon as he takes the toy out, my body feels empty and under stimulated. I know that I make a pitiful noise, but I’m too blissed out to care.

“Safe to say you liked that, huh?” Ethan chuckles, turning off the device.

“I did,” I agree, smiling when he uses his shirt to clean off my hand.

We stare at each other, gazes heating as we think of the pleasure we just brought each other. I want more… need more from him, but I don’t know how to ask for it. It’s my first time being filled with this overwhelming desire for someone else, the first time I feel like I’m with someone worthy of giving myself to.

Ethan must see my thoughts on face, he pulls me on top of him, stroking my hair as he speaks.

“Tell me what you want, Candy.” He looks at me reverently and it gives me the courage to continue.

“You… Ethan. I want to experience all of you. I want you to be my first, my last, my only,” I spill out. The moment I finish speaking, Ethan flips us so he’s on top of me, balancing his weight on his arms on either side of me. In this light he looks so handsome, the salty flecks in his hair shimmering in the dim light. I know he is it for me.

“I want that too, baby girl,” he says before sealing his mouth to mine. I open for him, our tongues mix and I feel us melding together. Within seconds, I can feel myself dripping for him yet again, can feel him ready for me too.

He moves his kisses down my neck before stopping and lavishing each of my breasts with suction that nearly sends me to the edge. He rises, lining himself up with my entrance.

“You’ll tell me if I’m hurting you?” he asks, stroking my hair again. The emotion in his eyes makes me nearly burst into tears. This cold, frosty man who looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world. I need him. Now.

“Yes,” I mumble. With a deep kiss, he slowly slides into me. It stings at first, but he’s so gentle it quickly turns to pleasure. He warmed me up well with the vibrator and he is able to easily seat himself within me.

I moan at the fullness, ready for him to take me in every way.

“How is that, baby?” he asks.

“Good… great, actually. You make me feel like I’m home,” I say. He hits me with an ear splitting grin and starts to move inside me. His long, languishing strokes make me buzz. He picks up his pace as I grow more conformable.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to last much longer, baby,” he says as he continues to up his pace. With that, he moves a hand between my legs, rubbing circles on my clit and the added sensation sends me over the edge. God, this man is perfect.

I pulse around him, my orgasm drawing him to the edge too. “Where do you want me to come, Candy?” He grunts as he drives into me with a swirl that makes my eyes roll back.

“My chest,” I say, desperate to feel his release on my skin again. With one more driving stroke, he pulls out of me and explodes across my tits. I feel filthy and powerful, covered in the marking of this billionaire who has already changed my life.

Ethan collapses next to me, linking his hand with mine. “Are you alright?” he asks after a moment.

A tear falls at his kindness. Kindness I know he only shows me. “Yes,” I respond. “A little sore, and a little messy, but so happy to have been with you,” I finish. I squeeze his hand as his stare lingers on me.

“I’m going to run us a bath and have the cook start us dinner,” he says after a moment, giving me a kiss as he’s standing up. “Do you like lobster?”

“I, uh,” I begin, reality crashing down on me. We come from such different lives. “I’ve never had lobster.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” he says as he leaves the room.

I sit there, dumbfounded. While I’m excited for the experiences I’m going to have with him, something about indulging in these displays of wealth doesn’t come naturally to me. Maybe I’ll go back to the shelter tomorrow to volunteer as a way to make up for the luxuries I’m being allowed to experience.