Marrying my high school bully

Lorraine

I regretted asking him that question immediately after the words left my mouth.

“Sure,” He answered with a lackadaisical tone. “You’re going to give me a child, Lorraine. It’s a part of the contract.” He said obstinately while I raked my hand through my hair.

“I can’t get pregnant now.” I retorted.

He folded his hands with an amused expression. “Why not?”

My eyes churned with tears at his emotionless question but I blinked hard to keep them from falling. “I don’t think I’m ready to have a child after what happened with Eden. Right now, I’m still trying to find myself and having a child with someone I don’t love… That would be very difficult.” I explained.

I loved him before, but I wasn’t sure I didn’t right now. There were several barriers between us and having a child for him would do nothing but remind me of my resentment for him.

“That’s well understood and I won’t bug you now, but you still have a lot of time to have my child.” He walked away, ending the conversation.

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The sprain was healing already which made me giddy with excitement. It’s been two months of being pampered and taken care of by Dexter.

Fortunately, he did everything without complaining and I wondered how he could pull off being nonchalant and caring at the same time.

Ever since we talked about having children, I’d avoided any situation that would lead us to having intimate moments. Until we pushed away the barriers between us, I wouldn’t allow myself to carry his child. Contract or not.

I woke up quite early to prepare for work. I’d actually missed dressing up to go to work and interact with other models. Seeing their clips everyday motivated me to practice harder despite the pain.

Dexter tossed slowly on his side of the bed after I turned on the room light. His eyes flew open and he quickly sat up, blinking continuously. “Thank God you woke up early, I have a meeting that I have to be ready for.”

He returned late from work last night and I didn’t bother to ask where he went knowing that it would sound personal.

I nodded and took off my robe then headed for the bathroom. Walking around wasn’t a hassle anymore even though I usually felt a tinge of pain if I was too stressed.

He joined me in the bathroom with a toothbrush in his hand. After we finished brushing, he dropped the brush and stared at me, his eyes filled with uncertainty. “Do you mind us bathing together?” He asked with doubt blaring from his tone.

My brush which was still in my hands fell to the ground as his question got me bamboozled. “Bath together? We aren’t a real couple, Dexter. How many times do I have to remind you of that?” I rasped.

He rolled his eyes which was quite funny because he looked childish. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.” He teased, wiggling his brows with a mock grin.

“I’ll allow you to bathe before me, but that’s it.” I retorted.

“Okay.” He raised his hands in surrender, but I didn’t expect the next thing he did.

He carried me over his head, my legs flailing in the air as I struggled to get away from his body. “Let me go, you snake!” I screamed, hitting his back with my fists but with his huge size it was like pouring water on a rock because he didn’t bulge.

Quickly, he dropped me inside the shower cubicle and turned on the shower while I stared at him, unable to make a move. It wouldn’t even make sense for me to move out of the bathroom with my wet clothes so I allowed him to take them off.

Shyness washed over me as his eyes caressed my body slowly with a feeling that resembled lust. “God, you are so beautiful.” He muttered almost inaudibly.

The nervousness dissipated slowly since it was getting replaced by my own feeling of lust. If we kept staring at each other that way then we would do more than bathing.

My body craved his touch as a pool of wetness was already forming around my mounds. “We should be bathing right now, Dexter.” I croaked, my voice hoarse as my chest experienced a feeling of tightness.

“Yes, we should but I can’t stop what I’m feeling right now, Lorraine.” He said, pulling his face closer to mine.

I stayed still, eager to have a taste of his lips again as the memory of the last kiss we had dominated my mind again and caused my body to fire up with a strong desire to have him inside of me.

His eyes kept searching mine for any trace of doubt that would have probably disappeared with how tenderly he gazed at me. He was no longer the Dexter that hurt me, right now, he was the man that my body craved like a drug.

“Kiss me.” I demanded, my voice was soft and light like a whisper.

He drove in without hesitation as if he had been waiting for me to permit him before making any step.

I wrapped my fingers around his neck, kissing him desperately like my life depended on it. The light caresses he made while massaging my ankle each night, the subtle looks he passed while he helped me undress built up within me and the kiss did nothing but break the walls clogging the dam of my feelings.

His strong capable hands ravaged my body fiercely, his fingers twerking the nubs on my chest. My sanity had vanished and all I wanted was for him to take me until I wouldn’t be able to breathe.

His lips replaced his fingers so swiftly that I didn’t have the chance to explain. I liked how he massaged my ass like he was trying to make a mark on it.

“Ahhh! Dexter! Don’t stop.” I pleaded, bobbing my head backwards as I let the pleasure from his finger on my clit overwhelm me.

I didn’t think I could hold off my need any more, and when he hoisted me up so that my thighs could straddle his waist I knew that I was a goner.

“Do you want me inside of you, baby?” He grunted.

That was when I closed up. The maddening desire for him to touch me disappeared and my senses returned, including the hurtful flashes of the past. This naughty question he asked me now was the same thing he said the last time.

How could he repeat it again?

I jumped down from his body and stepped out of the shower cubicle, my face as hard as stone. “I’ll wait for you in the bedroom. Be fast, please, I don’t want to be late for work.” I said coldly and stalked out, leaving him utterly speechless.