The Irish princess that was once meant to be my wife, and after all these years, she’s still untouched.Mine, if I want her. I can be her first for everything, the way I was the first man to make her come, in a London elevator one floor away from the hotel room where her father was waiting to lecture me.
The absolute filthiness of that scenario, its eroticism, has me on the edge. My fist speeds up, imagining what could be to come—Saoirse’s soft lips around my cock, my cum on her tongue, my dick buried inside of her in a dozen different positions. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass, all mine for the taking, if I want it.
“Fuck!” I curse aloud, my voice a hoarse growl as my cock erupts in my fist, hot cum spilling over my skin as I imagine teaching Saoirse to take it, demanding pleasure from her, teaching her what I like. The Irish princess on her knees for me—the image is enough to give me the strongest orgasm I’ve had from my own hand in years. I groan aloud as my cock spasms in my fist, the pleasure rippling over my skin.
I stand there for a moment as I come back to my senses, catching my breath as my cock softens and I become aware of what just happened.
Potentially mine or not, Saoirse has a grip over me that I need to be careful of. She’s shown herself to be her father’s daughter, willing to manipulate and lie to further his ends, if not her own. If I become too enamored of her, it could be my own downfall.
She’ll be my wife if I agree to this, and there’s no reason I shouldn’t take pleasure in that. But as far as fidelity, or love, or devotion—
I contemplate the bathroom and a hot shower, thinking carefully.IfI do this,ifI go back to Boston, Saoirse will need to know what kind of marriage to expect, and it won’t be one where I’m her pawn, much less her father’s.
As she put it earlier, I intend to do as I please, both within the marriage and without. She’ll need to accept that if we’re going to be married.
Still naked, I stride towards the kitchen, grabbing a beer and then making my way towards the shower. I still don’t know what my answer will be, but I know one thing for certain.
Whatever it is, it will bemyanswer—and no one else’s.