C4 My new life as Mr. Cold's wife

Cameron leads me over to the bed and pushes me down on the mattress, then pulls my panties off my legs. He stares at my most sensitive spot for a long time, then lowers his head.

He starts to lick me with his tongue, running his wet tongue over my folds. I feel the heat inside me starting to build, my arousal growing.

“Oh!” I cry out, my hips bucking up.

“Be still,” Cameron commands. “Let me make you feel good.”

I do what he says, letting him lick me until I’m squirming with pleasure. Then, he stops.

“No,” I whine. “More.”

“You’ll get more soon,” he promises. “Now, turn over.”

“What?”

“Turn over on your stomach,” he murmurs, giving me a slap on my thigh. “And get up on your hands and knees.”

I frown at him, but do what he says. I turn over and get up on all fours, feeling my cheeks flush red. He positions himself behind me and runs his fingers down my spine, then grabs my hips.

“Spread your legs a little wider,” he commands.

I do as he says, feeling my inner muscles clenching with anticipation. Then, I feel something thick press against my tight opening. I gasp in surprise, not realizing how big he is.

“Relax,” Cameron murmurs. “It will be easier if you relax.”

I take a deep breath and try to do as he says. He pushes into me slowly, stretching my tight opening with his length.

I cry out as he fills me up, feeling a tear running down my cheek.

“Are you okay?” Cameron asks.

“Yes,” I whisper. I feel him reach up and wipe away my tears.

He pulls out slowly, then slides back into me. I feel my arousal building again, the pleasure starting to return.

He thrusts into me a few times, and then I feel a rush of warmth. He groans loudly, his hips stilling against me.

“I’m sorry,” he pants. “I couldn’t control it.”

“It’s okay,” I whisper.

He pulls out of me and turns me over, pulling my body into his arms. He strokes my hair gently, cradling me to his chest. I feel his sensitive part softening against my leg, his chest still heaving with exertion.

“Sleep,” he murmurs. “We’ll try again tomorrow.”

I nod and curl up against him, feeling exhausted. I close my eyes, trying to process what just happened. I’m married now, married and in bed with Cameron Braxton.

And we’ve just had sex for the first time.

The last thing I think about is the fact that he didn’t use a condom. But before I can ask him about it, I’m already asleep.

I woke up the next morning still curled up against Cameron, my head on his chest. The covers are pulled up over us, and the room is quiet and peaceful.

I raise my head and look at him. His eyes are still closed, his breathing deep. I take a moment to study him, drinking in the sight of his naked body. He’s hard and toned, all lean muscle beneath his tanned skin.

I studied his face, too, noticing the small scar above his left eyebrow. I wonder where he got it. He looks so peaceful now, so gentle.

It’s hard to believe the man I’m looking at is the cold, heartless man I met in my father’s office.

I hear footsteps outside the room and frown to myself. Who is it?

I climb out of bed and pull on Cameron’s shirt, then head out into the hallway. I follow the sound of footsteps until I come to a huge kitchen.

There’s a woman in there, making coffee and frying bacon. She looks up as I come in, giving me a smile.

“Hi,” she says. “My name is Ellen. I work here, for Cameron. Or, rather... for both of you now.”

I nod, smiling back. “Hi,” I say. “I’m Rebecca.”

Ellen nods. “Nice to meet you. How are you doing this morning?”

“Um... fine, I think,” I murmur. “Do you know where my husband is?”

“He’s still in bed,” Ellen tells me. “He likes to sleep in on Saturdays. Would you like some breakfast?”

I nod, and she pours me a cup of coffee. I take it gratefully and sit down at the table.

“Would you like bacon and eggs?” she asks.

I nod again, sipping my coffee. “Thank you.”

Ellen starts to cook, and I watch her in awe. She’s efficient and quick, cooking breakfast like a pro. I’ve never had a personal chef before, and I’m excited to try whatever she’s making.

She finishes a few minutes later and sets a plate down in front of me, then sits down across from me. “So, how are you really doing?” she asks.

“Um...” I pause. “Well, I guess it’s all kind of surreal. Everything happened so fast.”

Ellen nods sympathetically. “Yes, it must have been. Cameron told me all about what happened.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“How your father forced you into marrying him,” she explains. “I didn’t know anything about that until yesterday. I’m so sorry, Rebecca. What a terrible thing for you to go through.”

“It’s fine,” I say quickly, glancing at the clock. “He’s happy, so I guess it doesn’t matter.”

Ellen looks like she wants to say something, but doesn’t. She just smiles. “Well, you’re safe now. Cameron will take good care of you, I promise.”

“I hope so,” I murmured.