Rapine 2: Ravished by the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife) (3 page)

“I love you too,” I respond.

Julian kisses me softly on the lips and I kiss him back without hesitation.

“Let’
s get some sleep. We are heading to Whistler tomorrow,” Julian informs me.

We get into bed and cuddle
in each other’s arms before falling asleep. During the night I have strange nightmares.

I
dream of women pursuing and chasing after Julian. I dream of Julian playing out his ravishment fantasies with other women and wake up startled, only to find Julian sleeping soundly beside me. It’s a restless night, but after tossing and turning, I finally go back to sleep and sleep until morning.

CHAPTER THREE

In the morning, we board a helicopter. The helicopter pilot greets Julian cordially. We are on our way from Vancouver to Whistler. Julian informs me that the normal travel time is about two hours, but via helicopter we will be there in thirty minutes.

Julian makes me realize that although not the most important thing, wealth is a really
a helpful thing to have. As we fly in the helicopter, I admire the phenomenal views of the powdery white snow-covered mountains around us.

I’ve let go of and forgot
ten the incident of last night. I don’t hold anything against him. Although his past disturbs me, I reason that he is not presently guilty of anything.

In Whistler,
after we get out of the helicopter, there is a limo waiting for us. The driver opens the door, I climb in and Julian follows. Julian offers me a glass of champagne as we drive the fifteen minutes to Julian’s winter vacation home. I sip on my champagne as I gaze out the window, admiring the beautiful winter scenery.

Julian’s winter home is all wood and glass, a combination of cozy and modern.
Julian performs a fingerprint and eye scan to enter the home. I recall that Julian told me all his homes have high-tech security measures of the best kind.

The maid of the house greets us by the door.
Julian shows me around his 3,700 square foot, six-bedroom home. There is a cozy gas-burning fireplace, furnished terrace with a heated pool, gourmet kitchen, dining area that seats twelve people, and panoramic views of the surrounding snow-covered mountains.

“Julian
, it's beautiful here,” I gasp after thoroughly admiring the entire space.

Julian
flashes me a proud smile. “I only like the best of the best and my lady deserves the same.” 

I walk up to the large window in the living room and look out onto the breathtaking views. I gasp at the beautiful scene of the snow-covered mountains and trees. Julian walks up behind me, and embraces me from behind, enveloping me with his
muscular build and body heat. I feel his presence behind me like a sheltering mountain.

Julian and I spend the entire day skiing on Blackcomb Mountain with a private instructor for me. We do three runs of heli-skiing, which Julian informs me is one of his favorite activities.

We stop for lunch at
a modern, luxurious restaurant, located on Blackcomb Mountain with stunning views of Whistler Village and the surrounding mountain peaks. We enjoy a wonderful Seafood Bouillabaisse while gazing out onto the winter scene around us and occasionally locking eyes, communicating with our eyes that we love each other. Sometimes the best kind of communication is silent knowing.

Af
ter lunch, we do a few more ski runs before Julian suggests we go and unwind in our home. I know he could ski all day but he takes into consideration that I’m not as fit as him and he can perceive that I am already feeling exhausted.

As soon as we come back to our
residence, Julian commands me to get completely undressed and meet him in the washroom.

When I enter
, the lights are dimmed and there are thousands of candles scattered about all around the white marble washroom and around the hot tub.

I inhale the sweet and flowery aroma coming from the scented bubble bath. Soothing mellow jazz music plays quietly in the background. Julian is waiting for me
in the hot tub.

I
dip in beside him in the pleasantly warm bath. As I settle in, I am overcome by all the lavishness I’ve experienced over the past few months during our honeymoon. I also recall all that Julian has offered me so far: The money, the Centurion Card, promising to advance my career, but most importantly the endless romance and love. It’s so overwhelming and I feel so incredibly blessed. I smile in appreciation.

Julian appears
to be reading my mind as usual and he smiles back warmly. He places himself behind me and begins to knead my back. I relax under his gentle but firm pressure. I roll my neck forward as he works his fingers into my neck, releasing some of the tension compressed there.

I feel myself growing increasingly needy for him with each
passing minute. “I want you to relax and completely trust me,” Julian whispers into my ear as he increases the pressure of his fingers on my neck and shoulders.

“I
trust you,” I murmur. “Mmmm,” I moan, in need of him and relishing his touch.

“I need you to completely
let go,” Julian whispers.

I close my eyes. “I completely
let go.”

“I want to
ravish you,” Julian whispers seductively in my ear.

“You can do whatever you want to me,” I whimper, in desperate need of him
already.

“In that case, I will have my way with you tonight after dinner,” Julian says calmly and unemotionally.

I pop my eyes open.
What about now?

“For now, I will make yo
u so fucking sore, that you won’t be able to sit properly at dinner.”

Julian grabs a soft wash sponge, adds some body wash to it, and begins to rub
my neck and shoulders. Then he gently rubs the sponge down along my arms and back, massaging my back in circular motions. It feels so heavenly. I let out a sigh of pleasure.

Julian turns me around to face him
in the bath. He shoots me a fierce, penetrating stare, the kind that makes me weak in the knees and makes me want to submit to him entirely.

I follow his gaze down to my breasts. He rubs the sponge around each nipple
, instantly turning them hard. I look back up at him as he massages my breasts with the sponge. He is gazing intently at my breasts. I moan as I feel my nipples get unbearable hard and I tremble as I feel myself rage with desire for Julian.

Julian rubs the sponge on my
stomach, massaging in circular motions around my belly button, still gazing intently at my breasts.

H
e commands me to stand up. He works the sponge along my thighs, behind, and legs. Once he finishes, I get back into the water with him.

He emb
races me. “Hope you liked that, baby,” he whispers.

I nod and gaze into Julian azure blue e
yes, melting, and close my eyes, leaning in for a kiss.

“I enjoyed that much more than you did, believe me,” Julian whispers, b
efore planting his lips on mine and taking me deeper into my journey of desire. I savor his soft, luscious, sweet-tasting lips over mine. I moan into his mouth. We stay lip-locked for a while. I feel myself tingle in anticipation down below.

Julian runs his hands down
my body and enters my entrance with his two fingers. He rubs my spot with such skillfulness that if he didn’t periodically stop and massage my perineum, I would climax.

Julian’s eyes are fixed o
n mine dominantly, possessively, as he rubs and hit my spot expertly with his fingers and watches my response.

I moan in pleasure
. Julian has great power over me, just his glance, just his touch, drives me to insanity.
I want him inside me now.

I am so impatient with Julian. N
o man has ever been able to produce such a quick response in me.
How will I ever control my reaction to Julian?
I’d like to be able to just relax and enjoy the foreplay for once rather than getting all worked up and wanting him to fuck me right away. In just minutes of foreplay with Julian, I’m a trembling mess.

Julian senses my need for him
. He gazes deep into my eyes, lifts me out of the water, and turns me around. I position my hands on the edge of the hot tub, and bend over, exposing my rear end for him.

He grabs my rear end hard
and savors it’s roundness with the palms of his hands, massaging in circular motions. He clasps the sides of my waist and positions himself behind me.

I feel his hardness pressing
against my rear end. I hope he’s not planning on going
there
. I’ve only done that once before with Derek.

R
eading my thoughts, Julian whispers, “You’ll get used to it and you’ll like it.” He moves his hips forward and backward, rubbing his increasingly hardening length against my rear end.
Oh no, he’s going there.

“I don’t think I can handle it,” I protest.
Ten inches of Julian! Anywhere but there!
However, I stay in position for Julian.

“Don’t worry
, baby, just relax,” Julian reassures me as he continues to rub up against my rear end with his increasingly hardening length. “If it becomes too much just tell me.”

“Okay,”
I mumble.

“I need you nice and relaxed first,” Julian whispers.

I hear the click of a bottle and Julian pours some kind of cool, minty feeling gel on my perineum and rear entrance.

“This is specially designed to help you relax,” Julian says as he gently massages the gel on my
rear entrance. “It won’t hurt as bad.”

“Is it supposed to hurt at all?” I squeak.

“Sometimes,” Julian quietly responds.

My heart begins to pound with
anxiety and a bit of excitement.

I feel Julian insert
his gel-drenched finger inside my rear entrance. He gently moves his finger in a circular motion. I feel the cool, minty gel numbing me slightly. He inserts two fingers, gently moving them around, and after some time, he inserts three.

Julian’s fingers expertly move
inside me, dispersing the gel. This is so far beyond my comfort zone, but after a few minutes I relax and accept his touch as the gel lubricates me.

Julian wit
hdraws his fingers and within minutes inserts all three fingers drenched in more gel. I close my eyes and let Julian play with me.

Julian with
draws his fingers, positions his length by my rear entrance. He teases the tip of his length near my entrance. He groans in anticipation.

“Go gently,” I beg. I stay perfectly still, ready for him.

Julian slides his length in and begins to move slowly, letting me adjust to his size. I keep still with my eyes closed and feel the strong friction of his length penetrate me beyond my comfort zone.

I slowly be
gin to adjust with each thrust. Julian picks up the pace steadily. I moan as the friction of his length begins to feel acceptable.

Julian growls in pleasure as he slams
into me from behind, picking up the pace and increasing the depth.

He suddenly goes primal,
grabs ahold of my hair, tilting my head back and furiously and uncontrollable thrusting inside me.

Oh God
, what an intense feeling, being pounded beyond my comfort zone. I respond with nonstop wild screams and groans. I feel that if Julian goes any deeper, I might pass out. However, knowing deep in my heart that I can trust him, I let him have his way with me.

Julian smacks my rear end
several times as he rams his hips forward, driving his hard length deep into me, sending shooting stabs of pain and pleasure throughout my body.

Just as I feel I can’t
take it anymore, I feel myself slightly adjust, relax, and give way for Julian’s length. With every powerful thrust, it feels more and more agreeable.

Julian’s hand
comes around me, his fingers finds my clitoris. Julian rubs my clitoris with rapid speed and my pleasure intensifies.

The frict
ion of his length and the stimulation of my clitoris at the same time, gives me a volatile and explosive sensation. My mind goes completely blank, blood rushes and heats up my entire body, winding me up, building me up for what I feel will be a powerful orgasm.

I feel so violated
being fucked this way, but it sends such a thrill through me and as Julian methodically rubs my clitoris, I feel myself accept Julian’s deep, hard strokes.

Julian pulls back my hair
harder and I tilt my head back to the maximum, groaning and letting out high-pitched screams.

“It’s like music to my ears,” Julian growls th
rough clenched teeth, literally fucking my brains out as my mind goes blank. I let out loud, animalistic screams as Julian fucks me hardcore.

My
body has become incredibly tense and tight. I let out a shrill scream and feel myself climax, feeling Julian beastly slamming into me and after a few groans and grunts, he reaches his climax.

He
deepens his strokes, until finally slowing and stopping. We are very still for a few moments, I feel Julian’s length soften inside me and he withdraws. I come to, and relish the feeling of being thoroughly fucked, violated, and sore.

As my brain
begins functioning again, I realize sex with Julian is becoming more and more intense each time, but it leaves me feeling satisfied each time. I’ve never been driven to such unrestrained insanity during sex as I have with Julian. He has complete mastery over my body, my mind, and my spirit. I feel this growing connection between us each time we have sex. I feel an unseen tie developing between us that words can’t describe, but that many have called “being one.”