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I roll my eyes and laugh as I look at Mr. Winters's sleeping face, "I can't wake him up. He's too adorable when he's sleeping. Plus, I'm not scared of what he'll do. I trust him," I hear Violet sigh.
"Well, that's one way to put it. Have you talked to him about the wedding details yet?" I sigh as I walk to my side of the bed and sit down.
"No. I'm kind of nervous to talk to him about it. Every time I talk to him about something serious, I always smile and get butterflies in my stomach like it's nothing to worry about," Violet laughs.
"You're nervous? You should have seen Mr. Winters when he face-timed me to pick out your ring. For a man who shows no emotions, he sure did ask me if you'd like it a lot of times," I chuckle as view at the back of his head.
"He was nervous?" I say, smiling.
"Of course, who wouldn't be when proposing to a fox like you," I roll my eyes, "Oh! I have to go! Donny's about to come in. It's our first time," Violet says, and I laugh.
"Yes! Go, Sis! You go and score! At least one of us is scoring," Violet laughs.
"Now you're starting to sound like August," I roll my eyes, hearing his name, "You would be scoring, too, if you didn't make a deal with the devil. I got to go. I love you," I roll my eyes again. Violet says.
"He isn't the devil, Violet. I love you, too," I say, and Violet hangs up.
I put my phone on the charger and snuggle in bed, staring at the ceiling. Mr. Winters turns towards me, wrapping his arm around me, and pulls me close to him.
"I knew you were awake. How much did you hear?" I say, staring into his drunk, smokey-blue eyes.
"Nothing that I didn't already know. Plus, what can I say? I can't sleep unless you're in my arms," He says and kisses my lips, letting me taste the cheap whiskey on his lips. I pull away from his lips.
"You drunk cheap whiskey?" I ask.
"Even though it tasted awful, it was the only way to get drunk enough where I don't pin you against the wall and have my way with you. I have to say, you performed a great show. It almost had me giving up the whole deal," I chuckle and kiss his lips.
"You drunk cheap whiskey to resist me? God, I love you," I say and kiss his lips.
"As do I, but we have to get to sleep before I change my mind," I grin.
"It's still my day," I lean close to his ear, "So, I say we fuck," Mr. Winters sighs.
"You're not going to let this go, are you?" I shake my head no. Mr. Winters shifts me below him, letting him be on top of me.
"Let me make this clear, kitten. My dick isn't going anywhere near your pussy tonight. One night of pleasure doesn't match countless nights of having my way with you," I grin and slide my hand into his underwear.
"That's a.. nice position you have me in. It'd be a shame if something were to... happen," I say, grabbing Mr. Winters's dick and rubbing my hand up and down on it.
Mr. Winters's eyes close, and his head leans down as a small groan escapes from his mouth. I rub my hand to the top of his hard dick and circle my thumb around the tip while he breathes heavily. I lean close to his face, my lips almost touching his.
"Still think you can resist me?" He shoots his eyes open, looking into mine, and grabs my hand.
"Yes. For you to be mine in whatever way I want until our connection in marriage, I can resist tonight," He slowly removes my hand from his underwear and lays next to me.
I look out of the car window as the sun sits high noon. It's been Mr. Winters's day, yet we're almost home, and he still hasn't made me do something. Maybe I pushed it too far when I almost gave him a handjob. The funny thing is, I can still feel the touch of his dick on my hand even though I've washed it countless times. You never forget your first banana.
"We're home," Mr. Winters says, grabbing my hand. I snap out from zoning out and look out the window, seeing our house.
"We're home already?" I say as Mr. Winters parks in our parking lot. He chuckles.
"It's been a long flight, so I think we should go to the bedroom and... rest," He says as he gets out of the car. I watch him walk around the front, and open my door. I get out of the car, holding his hand, and look around at the many cars parked.
"Why are there more cars than usual?" I say, looking around and seeing Violet's car, "That's Violet's car! What's she doing here?" I ask.
"You'll see. Now, come inside," Mr. Winters says as he holds my hand, leading me inside, up the stairs, and to our bedroom door. He opens our bedroom door, and leads me to a no-sleeve dark red ball gown with light red ripples and designs, lying on our bed next to a black suit.
"Put it on," He says as I look at the stunning details on the dark red dress.
"It's gorgeous. Do you think it'll fit me?" He chuckles.
"I know it'll fit you," He says as he reaches into his coat pocket and hands me a red U-shaped plastic object, "Wear this with it. It'll match your dress," I look at Mr. Winters, confused.
"How am I supposed to wear-" My eyes widen, and I gasp as I realize what it is.
"No! Is it even safe for me to use a vibrator when I'm pregnant?!" Mr. Winters stares at me with darkened eyes.
"Trust me, kitten. You'll be safe using it," I reach my shaky handout and grab the vibrator from his hand.
"So, how does it work?" He pulls up a small black remote with a circle joystick and a press button on top. He clicks the button on top and circles the joystick, making it vibrate in my hand.
"There's different settings on it and different ways to control it. The joystick, being one, and the other way is on my phone. Silent, but effective," I stare at it wide-eyed as he demonstrates it. I look at him, seeing his deep-set eyes behind his black mask.
"Get dressed, kitten. They're waiting on us," Mr. Winters says.
"Who's waiting on us?!" He says nothing as he picks up my dress and hands it to me. I grab my dress and place it on the bed as I undress.
"I can't wear a bra with this dress, can I?" Mr. Winters says nothing as he strips his regular bland clothes to put on the suit.
I take my shirt off and stop and stare as Mr. Winters unbuttons his and takes it off. He turns around and looks at me. My cheeks start to fluster as I look away and clear my throat. I strip my pants off and dig in the closet. I pull a pair of black stockings out of the drawer.
Mr. Winters stares at me as I set my leg on the bed and slide my stocking onto my foot, pulling up to my upper thigh. I look at him, and he looks away.
"Staring are you?" I ask.
"I'm planning tonight. If you keep teasing me like that, we'll be late," I chuckle.
"I'm just putting on my stockings," I put my other stocking on my leg and grab the vibrator.
"Need help?" He says, looking at me. I look at him clueless.
He slides his hands under my thighs and lifts me onto the bed. He opens my legs slowly, lifting them in the air, and staring at my vagina with thirsting eyes. He grabs the vibrator from my hands and slides my underwear down. My eyes widen, and I gasp as I feel it getting shoved into my vagina.
"Do you feel it?" He asks. I bite my bottom lip and shake my head.
"Good, then it's in deep enough," He says as he slides my underwear slowly on, staring at me temptingly.
I move my legs down with his body between my legs and lean up as he stares at me intensely. I swallow, staring up into his smokey-blue eyes.
"We... we should get dressed now," I say, trying to move past him, but he stands like a brick wall before me. He blinks behind his mask and grabs my dress.
"Good luck," He says, backing up as he hands me my dress.
I look at him, confused as he walks to his clothes on the bed and grabs his pants. What is he up to?
I step into the dress and pull on the top as I slide it up my body to my ribcage. I look up at Mr. Winters, seeing him with his pants and shirt on, buckling his smooth leather belt. I reach behind my back for my bra strap, unhooking it, and sliding it off my arms, hearing the metal hooks make a noise as I drop it to the floor. Mr. Winters looks at me, squinting one eye as I quickly slide up my dress, not wanting to put a show on for him.
I look away and lift my boobs with my hand, adjusting it into the dress as Mr. Winters watches me. I clear my throat and look at the both of us in the mirror as Mr. Winters puts his suit coat on.
"We look..."
"Like royalty?" Mr. Winters says, stealing the words from my mouth. I look at him, perplexed.
"I don't get it. Where are we going to look like royalty?"
"To the backyard, of course," He says as he holds out a black half-face masquerade mask with exquisite designs.
"What's this for?" I ask, grabbing the mask.
"It's for the theme," I smile as I walk to my mirror, grabbing my brush.
"Oh! So, it's like a masquerade party?" I say while taking my hair out of a ponytail and brushing it.
"Something like that," He says as I watch him take off his black mask that covers his whole face and put on a black mask that covers his whole face, only revealing his mouth and the stubble on his chin.
"You almost ready?" Mr. Winters says as I fix my hair.
"Almost," I say as I put on a quick face of makeup.
"You look stunning already. What more do you need to do?" I laugh.
"If we're going in front of a lot of people, I don't want them to see me in a ravishing dress and no makeup," I say, putting on lipstick last, "Okay, now I'm done," I say, putting on my mask, and adjusting it in the mirror.
"How do I look?" I say, standing up and neating my dress out.
"Like a princess," He says, staring at me fondly. I cringe.
"Ew, don't call me princess. For one, princess sounds like a word you use to describe a little girl who's cute, and second, I could never match to the level of being a princess," Mr. Winters chuckles.
"Okay. Are you ready, my queen?" He says, holding out his left arm. I roll my eyes. After putting on my black high heels, I slide my arm under his.
"Now, you're doing it on purpose," He laughs and leans for a kiss.
"Wait, you're going to get lipstick on you," Ignoring me, he leans in, kisses my lips, and backs up slowly.
"You think I care? Your lips are worth every stain," I smile and kiss his whiskey-tasting lips again.
He leads me out of the room, and we walk side by side down the stairs and into the kitchen. He reaches his left hand into his pocket as he opens the sliding door with his right hand.
"CONGRATULATIONS!" I hear yelling while I look around the yard. I smile, seeing friends, family, and familiar people raising their fancy glasses of champagne and water.
My eyes widen, and my right leg gives out, causing me to lean down on my right side as the vibrator quicks on.
"Fuck... you...," I whisper to Mr. Winters. He leans towards my ear.
"You will later. Now, stand up straight and smile. They're expecting a show from us," Mr. Winters whispers.
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-End Of Chapter 60-
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