The Second Bride

Episode 4

Chapter 4

A week later

William stands up from his sitting position to sit properly on the bed, his leg gently landing on the fine wooden floor. Chastity leaves her side of the bed to graze her fingers on his back.

"Are you okay dear William? This is no look for a soon to be husband"

He remained silent. His situation with Greta has skyrocketed out of his plans. He's not been able to rid himself of the burning desire to have feisty Kesington in his bed. Rumors of their marriage have circled the entire town and sooner or later the wedding date would be picked and he'd marry a woman he only felt lust for. But he's not going to marry her, never. He had to tackle Louis's plan to meet up and discuss the wedding preparation. Hell, he is a lord and he can damn say he just wants to have s*x with her but that would scare Greta off before they even started anything. Or maybe if he just told her what he wants, she might oblige but then again, he had already promised marriage which he did out of the heat of the moment from his bulging c**k.

Everything is now complicated because of his lustful desire.

"Who would have thought the cold-hearted Lord had a heart?" Fully naked Chastity dropped kisses on his nape.

That's true, he's known for treating women with no respect, he f***s them and gets rid of them except for Chastity who on her own part tried to be a hard clingy thorn. He also didn't understand the kind of feeling he was having for Greta that's making him go gentlemanly on her, instead, he blamed that night. Why did she have to kiss him so intensely and make him crave for her in a way alien to him? She was wet and it triggered every hair on his body. He should have just f****d her there and then but he felt righteous and only came back to his senses when she hurried off the darkroom. It was too late to grope her and the only alternative was to prove he wanted more than s*x.

"You have no idea what they say about you"

"That's gossip" he hissed

"Well you worked your way up to become the most trending topic in Sinclair this past year"

Chastity kneels in front of him, gently stroking his slowly arousing c**k.

"Are you really going to marry that girl? I'm not worried though cause I know I'm the only one that can satisfy your needs, I'm just curious, it's hard to read your mind you know"

She gives his shaft a tongue tease and he groans in return.

"I know you don't love her and just wants to f**k her" she continues to tease his tip.

That was true. He'd seen Greta almost every day and instead of them getting soaked in each other's sweat, they were busy discussing the future, one he hadn't thought about his entire life. Greta had also revealed that she wants to have him deflower her and that the reason she wouldn't engage in premarital s*x was because of her father, she couldn't bear to disappoint him and the statement further infuriated him for not sleeping with her when she clearly wanted it at the ball.

"Then marry and divorce her once you've had a taste of her, I can share you for a few months, as long as it makes you satisfied" she continues to lick his hardened c**k.

That's it! The perfect solution. He flings her on the bed and begins to ram his c**k in and out of her entrance in rough thrusts. That was the commendation she got for her brilliant idea. He would meet with Louis this night and approve of the wedding day and once he's fulfilled his desire, he would file for divorce and go back to his cold default self. He would be satisfying Greta's needs also which means he's doing the right thing, right? Not that he cares about that.

Call him the devil's incarnate, he'd wear that title with pride.

The king-sized bed made a squeaking sound against the floor which resulted from their s****l romp. Chastity moved rhythmically to his fastened pace, her round t**s clapping and perfectly waxed groin milking in his length. His final thrust was deep resulting to his release. He got off her quickly to consume his glass of whiskey across the wide room. The Earl had been lonely since the loss of his parents, not that their existence mattered but because it made the huge castle seem empty. It was just him and the long list of workers and also nights when Chastity would beckon to his call of fuckery. His life lacked love from the beginning because his parents had been married out of convenience thus resulting to their tasteless marital life. They didn't have time for him, his dad was busy minding political affairs and sleeping with w****s while his mum drowned in alcohol and depression. There was nothing much he could've done to mend their relationship, the ties had been severed for long.

He grew up from accidentally watching his father f**k a strange woman every night in their home to his mum drinking to ease her regrets for marrying a Smith. He was going to marry a woman for his own convenience but he is going to end it before they became miserable. Before it gets to his parents' extent. He filled his glass again and made his way back to the bed.

"You haven't talked about the thing I asked" Chastity begins to tie her wrist to the bed using William's belt.

Yes, he's a dominant.

She should be sore from the back to back adventure but instead, her sexually insatiable self begs for another o****m.

William drops the glass on the bedside table and begins to tie her other hand above her head to the end of the bed. He ties her legs on the opposite sides as well before lashing stinging strokes on her soft her t**s. Her n*****s hardened and she groaned in both pain and pleasure. He mouth gags her before proceeding with the use of the riding crop whip on her t**s.

She's widely spread out on the bed for him, each whip made her core juice more and lust heightened. 

Tears begin to erupt from her eyes indicating how she's enjoying the pain. Her n*****s have gone red from the whipping and William happily took each throbbing t**s into his mouth. The pain further infuriated her burning core. His d**k briefly hits her wet entrance and he could have sworn he was going to die. He fixed himself inside her, throwing merciless thrusts and whipping her privates. This was the reason why he couldn't get rid of her, she understood his needs and excellently provided them. For a split second, he fantasized about having Greta in the same position, tied and vulnerable for him. He swore he wouldn't gag her though, her rude mouth would complement the Spitfire moment. Sweet Greta. On that note, he climaxed, dropping his weight on her as he shudders.

He begins to untie her in a heartless manner.

"I've secured the mansion for you, you may move in when you please"

Chastity beams in excitement. This was the reason she continued to dally in this, the amazing s*x, money and all material things. The Earl gave her all. 

She unties her other hand as William makes his way into the bathroom.

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Hi lovely readers! I had so much fun writing this chapter, and I hope to have more fun all the way to the end.

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