Forgiven (The Dark Billionaire, #9) (4 page)

“I don’t know, Bruce. I’m scared.”

“So... you want to change your mind?”

Jennifer didn’t reply. She was conflicted as hell. Of course she still wanted to explore her fantasies and experience what it felt like to be fucked by strangers. But she couldn’t accept the idea of hurting Bruce’s feelings. He meant the world to her and if her libido was an obstacle to their happiness, she was willing to make the sacrifice.

However, the opportunity was there. Just a few hours away. Jeanne had informed them that a giant sex party would occur on that very same beach after midnight. The concept was just amazing. So wild. The temptation was incredibly powerful. Jen had never felt so excited: she wanted to attend it. She knew she would regret it for the rest of her life if she didn’t.

But she wasn’t the only one involved. She wasn’t single anymore. It was a decision that could have disastrous consequences and she couldn’t predict where it would take her marriage. But she didn’t want to think too much. She didn’t want to think long term. She wanted to fulfill her desires, today. Now. She needed instant gratification. Sex. Wild and hot sex.

For the very first time in her relationship, Jennifer wondered if she was that kind of woman. The kind who cannot stay married. It was truly disturbing, considering that finding her soul mate had been among her top priorities for most of her life. And even worse, she had nothing to complain about; Bruce was everything she had ever dreamed of. But... he wasn’t enough.

Oh my God, she thought. She immediately felt guilty and incredibly uncomfortable. She pushed the thought out of her mind. How could she think like that? How in the world was it even possible? Bruce, not enough? Come on. It was ridiculous.

Yet, she couldn’t convince herself otherwise. The more she explored her sexuality, the more she discovered a part of herself she didn’t know existed. The shy and conservative Jennifer was long gone. Her lifestyle with a billionaire had completely transformed her. She had gained so much confidence and independence that she couldn’t believe how different she was now.

What’s wrong with me? she thought. Am I becoming a bitch? Am I taking advantage of Bruce’s situation and kindness? Or is it something else?

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

She cleared her throat. “I don’t know what to do. I want to go further but it feels so wrong to me.”

“What if I encourage you to become who you truly are?”

“Even... even if it means...”

She couldn’t say it. She felt incredibly shy and embarrassed to have this conversation with Bruce. Was it really happening? Were they really talking about the possibility for her to have mind blowing sex with multiple partners?

Jen felt her cheeks getting red. She was hot, even though the temperature of the water was decreasing. She felt her crotch aching and her pussy was dripping with her fluids. This conversation was killing her.

She wanted to be fucked hard by other men and Bruce had agreed: what was the problem, for Christ’s sake? Why was it so hard to let go and embrace this once in a lifetime opportunity?

“I told you: I want you to experience everything you want to experience. I don’t want to be the man who prevents you from living your dreams,” Bruce said.

“I’m not very comfortable, baby. It’s so weird. I want it so bad, but there’s this little voice inside my head. It tells me that I shouldn’t do it. That it’s bad.”

“You’re fighting with your belief system. You’ve always believed that you could only have one man in your life, right?”

“Of course. That’s what normal people do.”

“Not everybody. Look at Jeanne and Marc. Look at all these people at the sex club. They seemed pretty normal to me.”

“Bruce, I need to ask you something but I’m afraid to know the answer.”

She paused and waited. Her heart was racing and she could hear the blood pumping against her temples. His answer could potentially destroy her emotionally. But she couldn’t hide forever. She needed to know.

“Okay,” she said with a sigh. “If you allow me to have multiple partners... what about you?”

“How do you feel about it?”

“I’ll be totally honest with you and I know I’m fucking selfish. But I don’t want you to fuck anybody other than me. My God, I can’t believe I just said it, but it’s true. I won’t be able to live with it. I can’t let you slide your beautiful cock into someone else’s pussy. You’re mine. Your cock belongs to me.”

Jennifer started crying and pressed Bruce against her. She was completely breaking down. A huge burden was finally off her shoulders. She could breathe. Finally. She had said what was on her mind, even though it wasn’t fair for Bruce. It felt good... but she was ashamed.

“You think I’m crazy, right?” she said.

Bruce caressed her hair and kissed her neck. “I know you, Jen. I never expected you to allow me to have multiple partners. What I did, I did it out of generosity and understanding. Not because I had a secret agenda. I don’t want anything in return. This is not a negotiation and it’s not a competition. I just want you to be happy...”

Jennifer took his face in her hands and stared at him. She couldn’t believe it. He was so beautiful, both on the outside and the inside. This man was sent from heaven. There was no other explanation.

“You’re the most incredible man I’ve ever met, Bruce. I’m so lucky to have you. I don’t deserve you.”

“No. You deserve everything that’s happening to you. I wouldn’t be your husband if I didn’t truly think you deserve the best. I want you to have the best. Money can’t buy everything but I’m willing to do anything to make sure you get what you want.”

Jen burst into tears and kissed him hard. He kissed her back, with intensity and passion. It was the most incredible kiss she had ever had with him or anybody else.

She closed her eyes and felt like she was melting. Bruce was penetrating her. His swollen knob was sliding between her tight vagina, invading her deep inside. Soon, she felt his entire length buried in her channel and the delicious explosion of his sperm radiated through her whole body.

B
ruce and Jennifer were invited to a BBQ on the beach at night. There were at least a dozen people from different nationalities: French, German, Spanish, Italian, Dutch and Czech. Bruce and Jen were the only American but everybody could speak English.

The atmosphere was very casual and relaxed. Jen could tell that they were very simple and open minded people. Everybody was friendly and outgoing, which helped her forget about the reason why they were all here.

Jeanne hadn’t arrived yet. She was waiting for Marc but had promised to come as fast as possible. They still had three more hours before... the big night.

Jennifer could feel the tension and anticipation building up in her gut. She tried to eat to have enough energy: Jeanne had warned her that it would last until dawn and she needed a lot of stamina. But Jennifer wasn’t hungry. She couldn’t eat. She could only drink. She asked for more punch and an older gentleman brought her a plastic cup.

“Here you go,” the man said. “I’m Boris, nice to meet you.”

“I’m Jennifer, nice to meet you.”

“Are you staying with us tonight?”

Jen nodded. “Yes.”

“First time?”

“Yes, very first time. I’m a bit nervous.”

Boris touched her elbow and gently rubbed her forearm. Jennifer forced a polite smile. Boris was at least twice older than her, bold and not in shape. She knew he was trying to be nice but she couldn’t help feeling disgusted. Was he hitting on her? Was he expecting anything? She forced the disturbing thought out of her mind and suddenly felt worried: she had no idea what to expect. What if everybody looked like Boris tonight? Somehow, Jennifer had imagined that most of the participants would look more attractive but she now realized that it was out of her control.

In a way, it reassured her. If they were all ugly and didn’t make her feel horny, she would simply watch - or go home. No guilt. Things would be simple like that. At the same time though, she felt disappointed. That’s it? She secretly hoped that the night wouldn’t be a total disaster.

“Don’t be afraid,” Boris said. “Take it easy. After a few more drinks, you’ll feel better. Wait until everybody arrives and you’ll start to feel the heat.”

He sent her a wink and walked away. At least, he wasn’t trying to push his luck. She walked back to where Bruce was waiting and he caressed her shoulders. She shivered and he wrapped her with his muscular arms. They were standing around a big fire camp but it wasn’t enough for now. The temperature had significantly dropped and Jen needed more heat. Now.

After an hour or so, more people started to join the group on the beach. They all looked happy and excited. Jennifer felt slightly relieved: she could now see a few handsome men sitting around the fire with a can of beer of their hand. They weren’t naked yet; just bare chested, but it was enough to convince her that things could be very, very intense.

A gorgeous man suddenly caught her attention. He was shorter than Bruce but his shoulders were wider. His back was thick and his torso looked hard. He wasn’t built like a fitness model or anything like that. Jennifer didn’t know how to describe him but there was something raw in his demeanor, something dangerous and incredibly sexy. He looked at her and she felt struck by lightning. He was so hot. His eyes literally hypnotized her and she stared back at him with her mouth open.

God, he’s so sexy! she kept repeating in her mind. That’s so wrong. I can’t let him get close to me. I won’t be able to control myself. It’s too dangerous. He looks dangerous.

She couldn’t move her eyes off him, though. The corner of his lips rose up. Was he smiling? Or challenging her? Was it a sign of courtesy? Or pure lust?

Jen finally looked away and blushed. She knew her face looked like tomato right now. Oh crap! He was moving toward her now.

“Salut. Moi, c’est Bastien, ça va?” he said.

“Sorry, I don’t speak French.”

“Aw, okay,” he said with an irresistible French accent. Jen wanted to bite him. “I said, hello, I’m Bastien. How are you doing?”

He extended his hand and she shook it. As soon as they touched, she felt goose-bumps throughout her entire body. His skin was soft as a baby but she could feel his strength and power by the way he squeezed her hand.

“I’m Jennifer,” she said, unable to pronounce anything else. She was hot now. Extremely hot and sweating.

Bruce came back with two plastic cups and nodded at the French man. Bastien’s expression suddenly darkened and he seemed destabilized. Nobody said anything for at least twenty seconds - the longest twenty seconds of Jen’s life. It was weird.

“Are you guys here to have fun tonight?” Bastien finally said.

“We don’t know yet,” Bruce replied. She could hear by his tone that he was defensive. Something was happening inside of him, Jennifer could feel it.

“Well, I hope you’ll make up your mind before dawn,” Bastien said with a grin. His gaze landed on Jennifer and she immediately looked away. This situation was becoming awkward.

“Yeah, we’ll send you an email,” Bruce said. He grabbed Jen’s elbow and they turned away, leaving Bastien alone.

Once they reached a safe distance, Jennifer grabbed Bruce’s wrist. He was squeezing her arm so hard that the blood couldn’t reach her fingers. Her hand felt numb.

“Baby, it hurts,” she said.

He didn’t say a word and released her. His face was dark. He was frowning and his lips were pressed in a hard line. She knew what he was thinking.

“Honey, we don’t have to do it. We can go back to the yacht now and forget about it,” she said as she took his hand.

Bruce kept silent. His jaw was clenched and he closed his eyes. Jen immediately regretted everything. This whole idea was stupid. She felt stupid for pushing him to that extreme.

“Baby, look at me,” she said, taking his chin in her hand. “I’m still yours. And I will always be yours. I’m sorry. It was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever asked you and I’ll never do it again. Please, look at me.”

Bruce’s chest was heaving up and down. He was struggling to calm down but finally, he looked her in the eyes.

“I can’t do it,” he whispered. “I can’t let do you that, Jen. It’s impossible!”

“I know. I know, don’t worry. It’s my fault. I’m such a bad wife. I feel so dirty right now. I shouldn’t be so naughty...”

“You don’t get it. I love it when you’re naughty. I fucking love it! But you belong to me. I’ve always fought for what I want, and I can’t let some stupid guy touch you. They don’t deserve it. They don’t deserve you. They didn’t fight to be with you. I did!”

Jennifer stared at him in astonishment. She had never seen him so emotional; so passionate. And so damn sexy. He had never opened up like this before. She knew that he loved her, but he’d always been so contained and measured. His business persona had never really allowed her to see underneath the toughness.

Tonight, though, he seemed to be a different man. It wasn’t the Bruce she used to know. He had spoken from his heart, with his guts. He had never been more genuine and authentic during their entire relationship.

“Baby, calm down,” she said. “I won’t go anywhere and nobody is going to touch me. Ever. I promise.”

“I want to be perfect. I’ve always been the best. I’ve always been a winner in business and I want to be the best as your husband. But this... this is too much for me. I can’t give you what you want, Jen.”

Jennifer bit her lips. Now it made sense. Bruce didn’t really agree to let her explore her fantasies: he didn’t want to look bad.

“You never really wanted me to do it, right?” she said softly.

He shook his head and a tear dropped on the sand. “I thought I could handle it. I thought I’d be strong enough and allow you to be happy.”

“But I
am
happy. You don’t need to do things you despise for me. I am already a happy woman. Bruce, look at me. I mean it. This sexual fantasy, it’s just... it’s a fantasy! It doesn’t have to become a reality. I already live a dream. I don’t need more.”

“I hate myself for looking weak in front of you. Now, you’re probably trying to make me feel better but you must be terribly disappointed.”