Chapter 3

The day I passed the last exam became the day I married Ranold Albert Hamilton. I remember how I was holding sheets of my draft papers with shaking hands, knowing that as soon as I got home, I would have a staff preparing me for the ceremony. My thoughts were completely outside the school staff. I was thinking about what is waiting for me this evening, this night. And thinking about night I remembered his words. Prepare yourself. I blushed instantly, covering my face with the sheets of papers.

Will he really do this to me?.. Will we sleep in the same bed?.. Will he touch me?.. Or… will he do it roughly as the spousal duty and then he leave me in my room for the rest of the night? I was thinking about the nearest future completely forgetting of the present. Or maybe… Maybe he won do it to me at all? If this is just a contract… Then maybe he won … At that moment for me that sounded so realistic. Well, I didn know the rules which were used by Ranold Hamilton, but I knew the humans rules. If something is fictitious, people rarely do more than it requires for a happy living. I was happy at that thought. At least I could use it as a hope.

Road to my house was extremely fast. I even didn understand how I appeared in a black jeep with two men on both sides going in nowhere. As soon as we stepped on the threshold of a beauty salon, I realized that there was no way back.

e so lucky to get married at so young age! Whos your husband? ” Asked the girl, who helped me with my bathroom procedures.

”Mirinda, its impolite to ask our dear guest such a question, ” strictly answered the other woman, who washed my hair.

”I know, but Im just curious! Maybe his groom has a brother or something like that, who is also rich so I could try all these super expensive procedures too~ ” said the girl in a very cute voice.

”It doesn matter who is the client while we have enough money, isn it? ” The woman leaned to my ear whispering in a low voice. ”Your husband paid a huge sum of money for you to have all of these staff, honey, so please, do not disappoint him during your first wedding night. ” They both laughed.

But I didn laugh at all. Only let out a slight nervous chuckle pretending to accept her advice.

The thoughts about the following night again flooded my mind. I was desperately thinking about what the man is Ranold Hamilton and what exactly he would do to me. Different thoughts, other peoples words and other different staff came to my mind and I was exhausted of even thinking about it not even doing it.

We finished in a few hours. I was wearing a nice white suit as if it was beneath me and nice white shoes from leather or something. I have never worn such a beautiful pair of shoes. And clothes also were very good quality. I felt the softness of fabric and its pleasant touching to my skin. It was clear that the material was made of the very expensive goods.

At exactly 6pm I was ready for the ceremony. Two men followed me to the car and opened the door right in front of me. I thanked them getting inside not even noticing who was in the car. I gazed at my fingers nervously rubbing them against my palms and then touching the soft material of my trousers. To my surprise, it was not only soft, but also calming as if my hand was slipping through the grass or field of wildflowers.

”Do you like it? ”

”Y-yes, ” I slightly nodded smiling by the corners of my lips, when I suddenly realized who that voice belonged to. A feeling of the minor fear went through all my body and I flinched clutching my fingers. ”Ex… Excuse me, ” I muttered.

”Theres no need to apologize, ” answered he. ”I tried to choose something that would comfort you through all the situation, because my last bride ran away from the altar and I won let it happen again. ”

”Okay, ” I answered with a trembling voice.

I couldn explain why, but it seemed very right for me to answer every his sentence or word as if to secure his favor. Maybe that feature saved me then through all the events that happened after that day, I don know, but at that moment it was the only right decision for me.


The same church. The same priest. The same decorations. The same groom. But me as a bride. I was staying before the altar alone. My mom and sister were sitting on the bench, watching my back and I knew they were nervous as much as I was. Ranold Hamilton gave me the small bouquet of nice white and rose flowers. I took it as expected and then walked to the altar. He was going behind me and it seemed he didn mean to hurry me up as if he was waiting me to give up and accept the fate. Usually, the groom is waiting for the bride as a symbol of the support and strength in the future, but we were not the ordinary newlyweds. He made me to walk the path alone showing me the reality of what was waiting for me after the wedding.

I stepped on the stairs and finally came closer to the priest. Ranold Hamilton stopped near me. The priest began to say the usual words. In fact, I didn even hear a sound because all I could think about is that the man nearby would never be my strength and support as they say.

”Olivier Michel Garcin? ” I woke up from my deepest thought and looked at the priest, who was staring at me in confusion.

”Yes? ” I asked as if I wasn here and it even was not my wedding.

”Khm! ” He coughed pointing plainly by his plain gaze at Ranold Albert Hamilton who was watching me with the golden ring in his hands ready to be worn on someones finger.

I was embarrassed not knowing what to do next when the priest finally took my bouquet from my hands freeing them up for accepting the ring.

”All peoples life is made of contracts, ” began Ranold Hamilton, taking my hand and wearing the ring on my finger. ”The marriage is the second biggest one, because you take responsibility of another person and you promise to provide a good life for him or her. So I think that action should take place in a holy place. Once it agreed on heavens, nothing could terminate it. ”

Those were words Ranold Albert Hamilton told me on our wedding day. I didn took them to heart, so for me at that time they meant nothing. I only remember that his hands were so warm unlike mine. And that was kinda surprising for me.

”I now pronounce you husband and husband, ” that was the last that the priest said before we put our signatures beneath the marriage contract according to which I became Olivier Michel Hamilton.

The next few hours we spent on the roof of a very expensive restaurant where we ate a lot of food. I was pretty hungry and the food looked delicious, but I couldn barely eat a piece of it as if there was something in my throat. I only sifting the food with the fork giving a fake smile to my husband and mom, nodding both of them as if everything was all right. Thanks goodness Ranold Hamilton gave us enough time to say goodbye, so we could sit together on the bench hidden from others eyes and tell the words of support encouraging each other for better life.

When Ranold Hamilton came to us, I understood that the family evening finished and I needed to go to my new home. I wiped the remains of the tears and stepped ahead, showing that nothing more is keeping me away from him. My mom and sister sat in a different car. He told me that my relatives would be delivered home in the full security and nothing would happen to them. I only took a deep breath, finally realizing that I was alone far away from home in the car full of strangers.

I was watching the view from the window as we were going through the bridge. The night lights were awesome and I was sticked to them, watching the bright streets, cafes and night restaurants, big business centers and shopping malls. And then the car finally stopped. Unlike the other times this one Ranold Hamilton himself opened the door in front of me, inviting me to go out. As soon as I stepped on the pavement he suddenly pulled me over close to him covering my head with his coat. I was frustrated and didn know what to do. I grabbed his shirt walking step by step near him when we finally came into the elevator. I heard how loud and frequent my heart was beating as if it took up all the space in this small cabin. I was scared. I was confused. I didn understand. But I kept holding his shirt tight in my hands as if my whole life depended on it. He let me go only when we came into the dark flat. It was as sudden as he pulled me at first, so I felt even more frustrated clutching my sleeves not knowing what to do next.

”Come here, ” he told me and stepped ahead walking into the kitchen.

I obeyed.

”Drink this, ” he handed me a glass with a little liquid inside.

”Whats this..? ” I whispered taking the glass and looking at the liquid.

”Drink it, ” he said it more strictly and I took a sip feeling the burning alcohol in my mouth. ”All of it. ” He pushed the glass towards me, so I had no choice but to drink all the liquid feeling the warmth of it deep in my stomach. ”Good. And now wait for me in the bedroom. ”

He showed me the way and I went to the door exactly as he said to me. The bedroom was dark too, but there were panoramic windows, so I could see the whole New Orlean in full view. I sat on the bed. The warmth of the drank alcohol came from the very deep and went through all my body. I felt a bit sleepy as if my eyes were closing by themselves. The heat began to cover all my body and I took off the jacket unbuttoning a few buttons on the shirt near my neck when the door into the bedroom suddenly opened. The hour had come. I felt a desperate fear deep inside me, but my body didn obey me and I was drunk.

”Stand up, ” he told me and I did as he said, pulling my head away as if it could help me.

I wanted to open my mouth, I wanted to scream and cry that I can and I do not want to do it, that Im scared. I felt his warm breath on my cheek and I flinched when the warm palm laid on my neck and the thumb patted my collarbone.

e my husband now. ” If only I knew the meaning of these words… ”You do not need it. Take it off. ”

I started unbuttoning my shirt with trembling fingers. The cool air ran on the naked chest and I felt as my nipples flinched and became harder. I was so embarrassed I could feel something at that time, but my head was completely blank and I was out of my mind because of the alcohol.

”You do not need to fear, ” he said again. ”Take it all off. ”

I heard the sound of the glass put on the bedside table as I was trying to cope with my belt and trousers. It was a real relief when I understood that Ranold Hamilton was undressing too. At least he was not like those jerks watching the others and getting pleasure from it. Maybe he is not a bad man, I thought and suddenly saw his boner ready to kill me. I was so embarrassed that immediately blushed and crossed my hands on chest.

Hes a very big bad man, I thought at that moment feeling my ass got wet from only one imprudent look. How dirty I seemed to myself then. I thanked all gods that at that time it was dark in the room and Ranold Hamilton did not turn on the lights.

When I felt his palms on my waist, lifting me up in the air and then putting on the bed, I unwillingly squealed grabbing his wrists and pulling the knees to my belly trying to twist and crawl away. But his hands only caught the right moment and position to go down my hips and spread my legs apart, so that he ended up right in front of my lips. I was so scared of such a fast switching the positions that I just grabbed his shoulders feeling his hot body on me.

”I don know what to do, ” said I suddenly as if he leaned to my lips stopping just in a few centimeters.

”Calm down, ” he whispered barely audible and finally kissed my lips making me flinched beneath him.

Id missed the moment I started feeling good from his kisses, but I remember the strong flinch and the first moan as he reached my chest. My mind was a full mess. Because of the alcohol I couldn exactly say how much time passed and if I liked it or not. I only remember the heat and warmth wherever he touched me by his hands, lips or tongue. I remember how shocked I was when he first sucked my dick. I heard from omegas and alphas from school that alphas rarely do this to their boyfriends, because its kinda humbling for a man. But who could have thought that Ranold Hamilton himself would do a blowjob to me? There were so much different feelings flooding me inside and making me feeling heat that I finally began sobbing and crying trying to overcome unknown emotions.

And then he turned me on my belly, so I could relax for a bit. He didn say a word, but even if he did I would hardly listen to him, because of my state at that moment. When I thought everything was done, the most interesting part only began. He ran his hand up my back to my neck and slightly clenched my shoulder so I gave him a squeezed exhale with something similar to the moan. And then I felt a pressure inside me and a slightly slow moves. I twitched a bit trying to go ahead, but his hand was holding me tightly. There was a thought for a second that it was his ig thing, but as he added something so the space inside became tighter, I understood there were only fingers. Even they were big enough for me, but my body was so treacherously following him and his moves making me moaning as if I wanted more of it. My fingers clenched the blanket and I felt a deep growing feeling inside me. It was coming from the very bottom giving the signals to all my sensations and I finally felt so good that I couldn stop shaking on the bed groaning so loud and cute that even my ears laid down.

His hot palms, suddenly appeared on my waist, were so pleasant and calm that for a moment I forgot about everything. I bit my lip preventing my mouth from asking for more, but it was already obvious I wanted more. And he gave me it. He gave me it for every moan I gave to him, for every flinch, and twist, and shudder. I felt him inside me and I felt the tears on my cheek, but the pleasure he gave me was much more bigger than the moment of a sudden bursting pain. I finally felt as if I was on my place, beneath him, clutching his palms with my fingers and moaning from the depth of my chest.

It was our first night. And there will be others. More other nights, filled with pleasure and endless bliss. But that night I realized for the first time the full meaning of being Olivier Michel Hamilton.

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