Submission Specialist: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 2) (4 page)

Skylar

If anybody had have told me that I might end up in an arranged marriage, I’d have said they were crazy.  Yet, here I was, about to announce it to the world.

Marriage had always been on some untouchable pedestal in my mind.  That pillar of my upbringing came crashing down when I was faced with the choice of this or going home, though, and I signed the contract.  I signed the non-disclosure agreement too.

I thought that, one day, I’d find my Prince Charming and he would be sweet, kind, and perfect.  My dad would finally be proud of me, because I made it all the way to my wedding bed without scandalizing Brookmere and dragging his name through the mud with my slutty behavior.

Instead, I agreed to marry a man who, at the time, I’d only met once, and who hadn’t shown any of those qualities.  The way he made me
feel
, well, that sexual
excitement
hadn’t featured in my hopes and dreams, but sweet and kind and perfect he certainly was not.

Since then I’d been avoiding him as much as possible, and I’d never been alone with him again since that night in the dressing room.  I couldn’t trust myself.

There’d been a few meetings where Robbie Johnson filled us in on this or that aspect of his grand scheme, though.  Even then, just sitting next to Austin, I could feel an undeniable
pull
in his direction.

The sight and smell of him alone was enough to send hormones racing through my bloodstream, conveying messages to my body that I did not want, preparing me for sex, and lots of it.  It was so embarrassing, sitting there trying to concentrate on what Robbie was saying, and all I could think about was the feel of Austin’s body when I touched him, and I ended up slick between the legs without fail every time.

Yes, just being close to him was bad enough, but when he actually
touched
me?  I felt like the whole world disappeared, and all that was left was the two of us and all those unspoken promises of mind-blowing pleasure.

He seemed to make a point of making me squirm like that.  When he touched my leg, I wanted that knee as far away from my other one as possible. When he reached out and touched my hand, I wanted him to
make
me feel his muscular torso again, take away my choice so I couldn’t feel guilty about it, so I could let go and just
be
.

Each and every time the shame returned, though.  I was bad, bad,
bad
, for having those thoughts, an evil, selfish, shameless little bitch.

Sometimes he’d call or text, wanting to see me, and I always found a way to turn him down.  When he wasn’t right
there
, I managed to find the willpower.

Today, though, was going to be tough.  As part of the promotion for the next NHBFC event in Las Vegas, where Austin was going to be fighting Ernesto Sanchez, we were going to be filming a short segment of the two of us walking along the lakeshore next to the New Ashby Event Center and announcing our relationship and impending marriage.

Robbie had told me about half an hour ago, a make-up lady had come and spent ten minutes with me, and now I had a few minutes left to go over the notes before I met Austin and the crew outside.  Apparently the two of us met when he saved me from a mugger.  Well, that was less embarrassing than the truth, at least.

Somebody knocked on the door a fraction of a second before it opened.  I looked up and froze like a deer in the headlights.  Austin was here.  And I was all alone.

His eyes quickly found me, and a satisfied smirk took hold on his face as he closed the door slowly, but firmly, behind him.  I gulped when it clicked loudly.

“They said you’d be here.”

“Um… yeah, but I guess we need to get going to the lake-” I said.

“No.  We’ve got enough time.”

Austin slowly stalked in my direction, and my sense of being a deer frozen in surprise as an alpha predator bore down on me was more powerful with every moment.  I stood and half-tripped over my own chair as I unconsciously began backing away from him.

“T-time for what?”

My ass hit the wall and I braced my hands against it as he came closer, gradually looming over me.  With all that size and strength, he should have been a lumbering giant, but I’d seen him move lightning fast too.

That’s what made this slow advance feel even more like he was toying with me.  His eyes dropped down, then slowly worked their way back up, drinking me in with such intensity I almost thought my clothes must have disappeared.

I waited for the surge of shame that always followed any interest from a man, and again it didn’t seem to be able to rise over how
hot
he made me feel.  My stomach fluttered, and I felt a jolt of unexpected sensation from between my legs that made me gasp quietly.

Untouched though I was, having Austin’s eyes on me felt like an itch being gently scratched in my belly.  The satisfaction spread all over my body, but concentrated on my clit.  Why couldn’t life be simpler?

“Time to practice our kissing scene.”

“W-what?”

He was right in front of me now, and I couldn’t back away any further.  His biceps strained at the sleeves of his shirt, even though he was as relaxed and cool as could be, and that intoxicating aroma of his that haunted my dreams made me ravenous for something other than food.

“Page three,” he chuckled. “Guess you haven’t read that far yet.”

“Oh, I… well…”

Austin put his finger to my chin and guided my face up to look at him. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

I blushed. “No, I… it’s-”

He shook his head, cutting me off.  “You’re fighting hard, but I know you want it.  You’ve got the most innocent
fuck
-
me
-eyes I’ve ever seen… but they’re still fuck-me-eyes.”

The way he emphasized “fuck,” I could tell that if he had his way, that’s exactly what would happen.  There’d be no sweet lovemaking, no candles, just endless lust.  Images of it flashed through my mind, shouting over my inhibitions for attention.

Austin’s finger trailed down from my chin to my neck, leaving a trail of dull fire, until he gripped my throat with that one huge hand.  I could breathe, but found it difficult when I gulped again.

He could crush the life out of me with that hand if he wanted to.  All that power, all that raw danger, pinning me against the wall, was barely held in check.  He was totally in control of me.

The powerful fighter leaned down and, as his face came closer to mine, it dawned on me that I was about to have my first kiss, and it was
nothing
like the romance movies I’d seen.  He never said he loved me, never gave me any flowers, he just held me against the wall and utterly dominated my will to resist him.

My heart was beating so hard, I wondered if he could feel my fear and excitement pulsing in my neck.  He must have been reading me like a book, sure of himself as he was, and when his lips touched mine, I absolutely melted in the moment.

Austin kissed me deeper and deeper, forcing my mouth ajar further with each motion of his jaws until it was wide open and I felt his tongue touching mine.  His hand curled around to grasp the back of my neck, pulling me into the kiss even harder.

My whole body was tingling with exhilaration, nowhere more so than my nipples, which were diamond-hard and aching with a need that I’d never experienced before.  Somehow, I knew, that ache could only be satisfied by the sucking, the pinching, the kneading of my breasts by a strong male hand.

He was so close, I wanted to push against him and feel his strength along the entire length of my body.  I realized I was standing on the tips of my toes,
straining
up to let him continue to steal my breath away and only barely keeping my balance.  I needed him. 
Needed
him.

I felt his knee push between my legs and roughly shove them to either side, which brought me down from the tips of my toes, and I felt my rear end slide a couple of inches down the wall as our lips parted.  With his spare hand, Austin reached under my skirt, and I felt his fingers trailing up my inner thighs, towards the most carefully guarded treasure I had.

A sudden flash of, not quite shame, but definitely self-doubt struck me.  If he touched me through those panties, I might or might not explode, but he would
definitely
feel how wet I was, and my last veil of deniability would be gone.

Weakly, I reached down and tried to push his hand away, but I might as well have been trying to stop the tide coming in.  Only a few seconds later, he was cupping my sex through my sopping wet panties with a look of smug triumph on his face.

“You are so fucking hot for me, I’m surprised you’re not begging for my cock yet.”

I shut my eyes at the mention of his manhood, so he couldn’t read my wild desire for it in them.  That only served to make it easier for my imagination run wild, and for a moment I saw with crystal clarity my virgin pussy stretched around his thick rod, and heard my screams of ecstasy.

“So go on,” he continued.  “Fucking
beg
for it.  Make me believe it and I might just put you out of your misery.”

“I… I… please…”

A knock followed by the sound of the door opening snapped me back to reality, but I was still powerless to move.  I stared into Austin’s eyes as somebody said words in what I thought must have been English.

“Austin?  Skylar?  We’re ready for you, could you hurry up plea… oh.  Sorry.  Um… just come on out… uh… please.”

The door shut again in a hurry, and Austin looked like he was weighing up some options.

“Saved by the bell, eh?”  He moved his lips close to my ear.  “
You
are a sexy little
fuck
waiting to happen.  Mark my words, you
will
beg for my cock before this is through.”

With that, he let me go and headed towards the door as I swayed a little to keep my balance.  He closed it behind him, leaving me alone in the room again where either it or my head was definitely spinning.

I stumbled to the table, to my handbag, feeling like I’d just jumped off the railway tracks before the train came through, and pulled out a handkerchief.  Pausing to make sure the empty room was really empty, as if there was anywhere that anybody could hide, I quickly stroked it up the inside of my left thigh, where a single trickle of my natural lubricants was cutting a tickly trail towards my knee.

This was crazy.  I should stop this right now before his prophecy came true.  He was going to make me do everything I’d been trying to avoid my whole life if he had his way.  And if things kept on going like this… I
was
going to beg him to do it.

Austin

Holy matrimony blah, blah, blah, cherish forever fucking yadda-yadda-yadda.  The second I got Skylar alone in that honeymoon suite, that’s when the real celebrations would begin.

How she managed to avoid me enough to keep that precious virginity intact this long, I was still trying to fathom.  The worst part of it was that I couldn’t fuck around with other women in the meantime.

If the press got wind of me going balls-deep in Ariana, for example, well, that would blow my new nice guy image right out of the water, and there went the title shot with it.  Tonight though, in that honeymoon suite, I was going to fucking erupt.  It was going to be like Mount Cum-more in there.

I hoped Skylar survived until morning, because fucking my virgin bride to death would probably be contrary to the image Robbie Johnson was trying to foster too.  Damned if I was going to hold back, though.

I’d never gone for this long without fucking ever since I started, and it was driving me crazy.  It wasn’t helping my predicament that Skylar looked like sex on legs.

When I saw her walking down the aisle, a couple of things struck me.  First, it was strange that she didn’t have anybody walking with her, giving her away.

Second, I was glad I’d called Robbie a cheap fuck and chipped in some of my own cash so Skylar could get a wedding dress from a different designer than the one who had made her Tier-2 Sports Therapy uniform.

Perhaps it was for the best that she walked down the aisle by herself.  She was so fucking hot that anybody walking with her might have withered away like a vampire in the sunshine.

She was so shy that she didn’t meet anybody’s eyes as she walked except mine, and even that was only the most fleeting of glances.  It made me rock-hard knowing that under that form-fitting, pristine-white dress was a tight little virgin pussy that I was going to have all to myself after weeks of waiting.

For her part, Skylar looked like she was slowly, agonizingly, letting herself get swept away in the fantasy of it all.  When people told her how beautiful she was, she tentatively thanked them, but it seemed like she was always waiting for a backhanded insult to follow the compliments.

That cloud that crossed her face whenever she might be in danger of feeling good gradually cleared, and this smile that could end empires took a hold.  I’d never seen anything like that kind of joy before.

The guest list consisted of a few friends of mine, a bunch of people organized by Robbie and the NHBFC, like fighters from other weight divisions that I’d never get to fuck up, and their families, and some star-struck girls from Skylar’s college.  Some of
those
girls were going to be living out some fantasies tonight if I was reading the situation right, and I was.

I gave Skylar her first dance for the mandatory photo opportunities, and then hung back because fuck that shit.  Skylar cut some shapes out there on the dancefloor with her friends, but came over to me if another guy danced too close for her comfort, as if for some reassurance about something.

To my surprise, whatever distance was too close for Skylar’s comfort was actually further than mine.  Heel-face turn or not, I’d have snapped anybody’s neck if they had the audacity to try and pull anything at my motherfucking wedding, even if it was a fake marriage.

As early as was humanly possible, I bundled Skylar off to the limo and climbed in after her.  At last, after I put up the privacy window between us and the driver, I had her alone again.

I saw her wringing her hands in front of her, her purity ring now gone and replaced by
my
ring.  She was wearing that little piece of jewelry that proclaimed to the whole world she was mine, and all that was left to do was for me to claim her.

I shifted closer to her and she shrank a little, her body language betraying all her nerves, but those eyes of hers still begged me to fuck her.  That wish was going to be granted.

“You were the sexiest woman ever to walk down the aisle today,” I said.

“Oh.  Th-thanks.  I got kind of lost in the moment there.  Forgot myself.  I’ve never had a day anything like that before.”

I reached up and tucked an errant strand of her hair behind her ear.  That white gold and diamond bridal tiara of hers caught a few glints of light, but it wasn’t as bright as her smile had been.

Curling my fingers behind her neck, I took control of her like I had in that spare room at the New Ashby Event Center.  I could feel her shaking with that same fear and excitement; she was positively humming under my touch.

“Um… so, you’re sleeping in your room, I’m sleeping in mine?” she asked.

One corner of my mouth raised in a smile, and I had a single humorless chuckle as I reached up under her wedding dress.  Those wholesome pecks for the TV spot, and the family-friendly kiss after we were proclaimed man and wife, were nowhere near enough.

I wanted to pick up right where I’d left off, with my hand on her soaking wet little pussy as I kissed her so hard her head spun.  Because now it was
my
pussy.  All fucking
mine
.

“You know what I’d rather do?” I asked.

Skylar’s resistance was as token and ineffective as it had been the last time.  Wriggle around though she did, grasp at my wrist though she tried, she actually
opened
her legs further to give me easier access.  Her bluff was called.

“You… you want to have sex with me,” she said.

“No.”

The look on her face told me that was the
last
answer she’d been expecting, and she went still.  Her hands halted their resistance in confusion as I closed the distance to the tight opening I was going to fuck bareback as soon as possible.

“You… don’t?”

“No.  I want to
fuck
you until you scream my name, until you scream it so loud that you know you’re
mine
as much as I do.”

My hand touched the crotch of her panties and I could feel her virgin slit through the thin material, so wet, radiating sexual heat. 
Mine
.

Skylar gasped and I kissed her,
hard
.