Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“If my wife wants to wear jewels from head to toe, then she will.” He gives my ass a squeeze when the elevator doors open to the penthouse.
I’m not sure what I was expecting when we re-enter Phillip’s home, but it’s not piles of velvet boxes laid out all over the dining room table.
“Phillip,” I whisper, running my finger along one of the boxes.
“Open it,” he encourages.
“Are you serious right now? These are all jewelry?” This is starting to get crazy for real now.
Maybe when I got hit by that car I actually died, and this is my version of heaven.
“Yes.” He smirks.
“Where did it all come from? Do you just have stacks of jewelry around the house somewhere?” I’m not sure what to think of all this.
“I do have some family jewelry that’s been collected, but I had this brought in for you.” He comes to stand behind me.
“This is insane.”
“Open it,” he says before his hands rest on my hips.
“You always have boxes of jewels dropped off?” I peek over my shoulder at him.
“No, this is something I put together for you.” His hands slip around to the button of my pants. “I know someone. You’ll pick what you like, and we’ll send the rest back.”
“What if I like it all?” I laugh, teasing him.
“Then so be it.” His expression doesn’t change, and I think he might be serious. There’s no way I’m going to keep everything, but it really makes me wonder who my pretend husband truly is.
I open the first box, and an entire row of diamonds shines brightly under the light. I gasp as I stare at the wedding rings. My fingers go straight for the one with the pear-shaped diamond, but I pause right before I touch it.
“Take it,” Phillip says before his mouth brushes against my ear. I pluck it from the case and just stare at the flawless diamond. “Put it on,” he encourages, but again I hesitate. “On your ring finger.”
“It fits,” I say, and I sound shocked even to my own ears. Phillip spins me around, and I stare up at him as my hand rests on his chest. The diamond is sparkling, and I can’t believe this is real life. “What’s happening?”
“What’s happening is I’m making you mine.” His eyes grow darker. “Now strip. I want to see you naked wearing the ring. And something around your neck.”
“A necklace?” I ask, but Phillip is already pulling at my clothes because I’m not moving fast enough.
“You can call it that if you want.”
“What else would you call it?” He’s watching me, and I guess he sees the confusion on my face.
“A collar, baby girl,” Phillip responds.
A collar? Is he serious?
I’m starting to realize that everything my husband says he always means.
Chapter Twelve
PHILLIP
“I’ll show you,” I tell her as I finish taking off all her clothes. “Don’t be afraid. I want to look at you first.”
Part of me needs to see her like this, wearing nothing but my ring. Then I want to put my ownership on her in every way possible.
“Okay,” she says hesitantly as I step back and look at her gorgeous body.
“My god, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” I take off my coat and toss it on the couch next to us. Then I unbutton the cuffs of my shirt and roll up the sleeves. “Get on your knees for me, baby girl.”
Her eyes widen a fraction, but she does what I ask and sinks onto the plush rug. When I come closer, I cup her chin so she looks up at me, and I run my thumb over her bottom lip. Then I use my other hand to undo my belt and push down the front of my boxer briefs.
“Just stay like this for me,” I tell her as I pull my cock out, and her eyes widen. “I want you to watch.”
The little temptress licks her lips as my cock juts out in front of her face. I’m so fucking thick and hard that it’s straight out and seeking her wet warmth like a missile. The fat heat is swollen and so fucking eager it’s already dripping.
“Phillip,” she says while looking at my cock, and I can see curiosity and maybe even a little need in her eyes.
“Shh, just watch, baby girl.”
Using my hand, I grip the base and then slide it all the way up to the wet tip. I thrust my cock through the tight fist, and I can feel my balls heavy with cum. I need to do this, I need to take the edge off, but I also want to mark this perfect angel.
My cock is so long and thick that it takes me a second to stroke up and down enough that the cum lubes the entire length. Her eyes stay on my cock as she watches me do it, and I jack myself slowly right in front of her face.