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It’s only S.ex

Growing up, Chelsea said she was never going to get married, never have children and never fall in love. And she stood by that well into her twenties. At least until she mes Greg. The 35 year old billionaire. The man that had everything he wanted, until he met Chelsea and was determined to make her his in every way he could.

Chelsea had said from the day they met that she would never have children, and that she had an IUD. She could take it out if she wanted to, but as far as Chelsea was concerned, she would only take it out to put another one in. Chelsea stood firm that she wasn't looking for a relationship when she met Greg, but that took only a few months before she fell in love. She agreed that as long as it was only a relationship with s*x, she wouldn't mind.

But Greg had other plans.

"Babe? Are you done yet? We have to leave in ten minutes." Greg enters the bedroom he finally got Chelsea to be in too, and he smile as he sees the open door and hear the blasting sound of Miley Cyrus' Wrecking ball coming over the speakers. He stalks closer, catching the stunning reflection of his girlfriend. Her black hair hung in waves on her back, her long legs were going on for miles inside a golden dress with wide slits and she had golden Louboutin's. Her eyes met his, and she had beautiful golden eyeshadow, winged liner and big lashes, framing her eyes perfectly. The couple made her blue eyes pop. "Wow." Greg was speechless. He wore a grey Armani suit with black Louboutin's. He felt underdressed when he looked at her. "You are beautiful" he said as he moved closer, casually carrying a black, long box in his hands. He place it on the sink, open it and reveal a golden necklace with blue sapphires. Chelsea's nude lips open in a silent "wow" as she let a well manicured hand run over it. Greg can't help but smile as he takes it out of the box, move behind her and clasp it to her delicate neck before kissing it. "You look like a queen" he says and place his arms around her, hugging her tightly. Her eyes light up as she smile at him, truly showing him the adoration and love she truly feels for him. She finish the last touches and grab Greg by the hand, walking to the garage. She look from the black SUV in the left corner, to the Audi in the left corner, wondering which of his five cars their taking to the gala. Grinning, Greg push the button of his keys, and she can't help but roll her eyes as the black BMW starts to blink, signalling its open. She walks over, and Greg practically run to open the door for her, making her giggle. She sit down on the seat and start putting on her belt, waiting for her love to enter the driver side, and within a few minutes, their speeding down the road.

"So. You still haven't told me where we're going Greg" Chelsea says after a little while of silence, and she see how he just smirks, making her roll her eyes again. Greg's laugh fill the car, and he answers by grabbing her hand and kissing it. The rest of the ride is quiet, and Chelsea become more and more anxious about their destination. When Greg finally stop in front of a grand restaurant and a valet opens her door, she finally realise where they are. "Greg, this is to much" she says as he walks past the car to take her arm and hand the keys over. He starts walking, looking at the lovely creature walking next to him, darting her eyes nervously around. "Relax. I got you" he whispers in her ear as they walk to a man standing in the hall. "Name?" He asks, not looking up. "Greg Henderson." The man looked at them, finally realising who it was. "Mr. Henderson. Of course. This way please." The man turns and show them into the restaurant to the private VIP section in the back. He pull out the chair for Chelsea and present them with their menus before leaving them alone. "Have you thought about my proposition?" Greg casually asks her as he reads through the menu, trying to figure out what he wants. A slightly audible sigh come from Chelsea, and she peaks at him over the menu. "I have. And I may be ready to take that step, but only with you" she answers and choose her meal. She motion for the waiter to come take their orders, and they both place their preferred order to the young man.

"The dinner was wonderful. I think I would like some dessert" Chelsea says as she wipe her mouth once her plate is clean. Greg chuckle and motion for the waiter, already knowing what she wants. "Give me two chocolate mousse, please. And a coffee for me on the side." The waiter write down the order and disappear as fast as he came. A few minutes later they were eating the chilled mousse, and Chelsea savoured every bite. The last spoonful revealed something hard, cold and plastic. She slowly swallow the chocolate and pull out the plastic, revealing a ring. The delicate silver band has some lovely details from her favourite stories and it has a line of smaller stones going around it. In the middle of the lines is a huge diamond, making it look like it cost a million dollars, and it probably did too. Chelsea pull it away from the plastic and look at the ring with teary eyes. Greg slowly go down on one knee, grab her hand and look her in the eyes. "Chelsea. From the day we met, you told me I would never get your heart, your love or your soul. But you have made me a lucky man when you agreed to move in, and when you said you wanted to be my girlfriend. Now I ask for one more thing. Will you make me the luckiest man in the world, and marry me?" He asks as tears slip from her eyes. The ring slowly slide onto her finger, and she nods, out of words. The relationship that was only supposed to be s*x, now was a full blown romantic relationship, and she had just agreed to marry the man of her dreams.

Greg get up on his feet, wrap his arms around her and pull her into a kiss. "I love you" he says with teary eyes, making her smile through her happy tears. "I love you too." Their kiss is interrupted by the waiter coming with the check, and after a quick "congratulation" he leaves. Greg pay the bill, take his new fiancé with him to the car and drive home, excited to celebrate with her all night.

He breaks the speed limit a few times on the way, wanting to get home as soon as possible, and he can feel Chelsea being excited too. Her legs keep clenching together, and he can't help but feel how wet she is. He stretch his right hand over, slide it gently over her fleshy thigh and dips his entire hand between her legs, making her gasp and moan loud. He allow his fingers to trail the outline of her shaved p***y before he cups it and starts rubbing it slowly in small circles, loving how her breathing instantly quickens. He continue to play until he can feel her on the edge of cumming, and he stops, knowing how she hates it. "I'm in control tonight darling. You know what to do when we come home," Greg Santa and push a finger inside her tight opening when her orgasm is gone. Whimpering, Chelsea let her head drop, knowing she is in for a long night filled with pain, pleasure and a hole lot of orgasms.

When Greg park in the garage, Chelsea strip out of her dress, leaving it behind in the car. She walks through the hidden door, into the living room, past the kitchen and into the hallway where a hidden panel is on the wall. She press it and reveal the room she has mixed feelings about. The red room with stacks and stacks of s*x toys, outfits, ropes, cuffs, whips and pedals in every size and shape. Greg hasn't been in the large section with Chelsea before, but he has shown her, and she almost passed out. She had always been tight, and she knew there was no way she would get any of those toys inside her tiny kitten. Chelsea sat down on the sawhorse, lean down a bit so her clit comes in direct contact with the cold leather and place her arms behind her back as he enters the room. He walks to one of the rows of toys, grab something she can't see, and bring some cuffs with him. He tie her arms behind her back, and then strong chains hanging from the ceiling is hooked onto the leather, making it impossible for her to move. "Good girl" he says after a while, finally acknowledging that she's there. Knowing better then to talk, she looks down on the leather, excited for the beginning. Chelsea gasp as he push her further onto the leather, and she struggles not to make a sound when he starts moving her clit over the edge of the sawhorse. "Moan and you'll not like the punishment" Greg threatens with a dangerous voice, and Chelsea moans as she feel herself closer to the edge. A slap to her left tit make her realise her mistake, and her eyes snap open. "Well well. So you fail to follow even a simple rule. Well. I was going to be gentle on you, but maybe some orgasm control will teach you manners" he says casual, making Chelsea tremble. He had tried orgasm control once. He had her tied to a cross for hours, edging her for a few hours straight, and then leaving her to have orgasm after orgasm until she fainted from exhaustion. And she had loved it. She just didn't say it to Greg, knowing he would use it more often if she did. A cold, metallic object is lodged against Chelsea's clit from behind, and she moan as it turns on strong, knowing it's one he has designed himself. It doesn't take long before Chelsea is about to c*m, and she whimpers loud when Greg stops. He carries her from the sawhorse to the St. Andrew's cross, tying her tightly together, securing her head and leaving her gagged. He grabs a mask and place over her face, not allowing her to see. He bends the cross in half, making Chelsea lay on her back, and he move the bottom of the large X more to the side, splitting her wide open for him. He grab the most powerful toy he has, find her entrance and gently push it in, hearing her breathing increase as the purple silicone slides deeper and deeper. It's a new toy he's been wanting to try out on her, and he is almost tripping in excitement. There is 3 g-spot stimulators on it. The head that vibrates in 6 different settings that massage the g-spot, the middle that moves back and forth faster and faster in 6 settings, hitting her g-spot over and over, and the last is a suction cup that will be attached to her clit, also with 6 settings. On all the settings, number three on them all is the most powerful, and he can't wait to start. Greg push the toy in until the round part connects with her clit. He push the button in the middle to turn it on, and then he starts with the suction on the outside, making Chelsea gasp as he turn it on three, having it suck her clit in a fast pace. Then he turn on the middle one, which is the head, and turn that too on 3, making the moan stop in her throat. Knowing the affect the toy has on her, he turn it on once more, this time the rod in the middle starts flicking inside her, faster and faster until she scream behind the gag for him to stop the torture, and then she squirts over him, her entire body shaking. "Good girl. A few more times" he says and tape it inside her, leaving her in the room as he goes and prepares a bath, fully intending to bury his c**k inside her p***y, leaving the massage head of the shower to fix the rest for him.