The awkward after

What happens now?

My marriage had been thoroughly consummated. Would he want to do it again? Was this the end? Did I want him to do it again?

Sitting in the bathroom wondering things like this sucks. I took a deep breath and stood up. I was just going to act like the whole thing never happened. No one lived in their first sex anymore.

I took another deep breath.

Maybe I needed a bath.

The bath didn’t help, I still felt his hands everywhere. My insides felt empty now that neither his hands, tongue, or cock was in it.

I grabbed my towel and tiptoed into the closet. There was this short and beautiful purple gown staring at me.

It looked more beautiful on me, it was a bit low-necked, revealing my cleavage and making my breasts seem a bit bigger. I loved my ass in it more. I felt sexy. Maybe that could be attributed to the fact that I just had sex. Wait! Would Alexandro think I wore this dress to seduce him?

Nah, he wouldn’t think so. The neckline magically seemed lower and too revealing. I peeled off the dress and turned to find something else to wear.

I wasn’t freaking out.

I chose a pair of blue suit pants that seemed off-limits enough and wore a nice black top on them. I felt a bit bolder now that I was dressed.

I opened the door to find the bed empty. Where was Alexandro?

The sound of a shower coming from the bathroom was enough information. Did he take a towel? He wasn’t going to come off there naked, would he?

I wouldn’t freak out. This would go smoothly.

Then he came out, surprisingly, he came out fully dressed, down to his tie. One wouldn’t have guessed he just took a bath except that his hair was still wet. And it was the perfect way to break the ice in me.

“Hey, want me to help dry your hair?” I asked, rubbing my sweaty palms against each other before cleaning them with my pants.

He didn’t say a word, just sat on the chair and faced the mirror, I got the dryer working and stood beside him.

It was going well at first, we were both silent and I gave his hair all my concentration. I loved how he felt under my hands, soft, wet, a bit dry so I decided to have a bit of my oil. I expected him to complain but he didn’t. I loved how it would make him smell like a woman. I started to feel uncomfortable when I looked into the mirror and found him looking at me. It was a look I couldn’t read, one that wasn’t often on his face. I looked away, trying to ignore that he was looking at me and hoped he would look away but every time I took my eyes up, I found them still staring at me, then finally he spoke up.

“How do you feel?” He asked. His voice had a bit of ice in it, and I couldn’t tell if he was merely trying to be a gentleman or if he cared.

“I’m fine.” I shrugged.

He only nodded at that. He was about to say something when the doorbell rang and his staff came in putting a very long cart, covered with white linen and my stomach churned just at the sight.

French people seemed to like everything magical. One of them ceremonially drew off the linen that waved beautifully in the hair as my meal was revealed to me. The aroma of different delicacies filled the air and I couldn’t wait to much down food.

My mind had left the fact that I just had sex with Alexandro King just at the sight of food. I was fine.

I dropped the dryer and made to walk towards the food because God I was starving.

Except that Alexandro’s hands drew me back as he stood up in a flash and wrapped his arms around me, holding my hands down with his arms before he whispered into my ears. “A little patience, milady.”

It was then I noticed that they were also setting a table and had brought in the chairs. This charade was getting too long. Alexandro’s arms were still on me and I was starting to feel ticklish. His breath against my neck was bringing back the thoughts of his breath as they trailed over other parts of me.

I held my breath, trying to take his touch and willing myself not to react to it. I couldn’t let myself get to his touch, it would be bad if I got to the point where I began to crave his hands on me.

Like he could read my thoughts and wanted the opposite, he licked and bit down on my neck. I couldn’t hold in the moan. I tried to keep it down but as soon as everyone’s head turned to me, I knew I didn’t.

I jerked myself out of his arms and heard a few chuckles. It was embarrassing. He stood there with a small smile on his face looking bold and triumphant. I hated myself.

I stormed outside to the pool.

It was so annoying, I wished I could swim, just dive into the water and let it cool my mood. Is this why women couldn’t help being sluts? They couldn’t control their body? What made me different from them? Alexandro was my husband, but it was definitely in name only. He was technically my boss. I just had sex with my boss.

“Would you rather eat outside? I could ask them to move it here.” Alexandro’s voice broke me from my thoughts.

I shook my head to say no and made my way back inside, but he blocked me. I moved to the left, trying to evade his broad body but he blocked me again.

I turned to the right, but he moved in sync with me, blocking me at every turn till I stopped and watched to see what he would do, my eyes unable to meet his, I only stared at the tile and my foot.

“Look at me,” Alexandro commanded, he used that tone, the one he knew I feared and wouldn’t dare deny.

“I’ll eat inside,” I said at last.

The meal was slow and silent. We didn’t exchange words and my thoughts were all on how different my body felt.

Soon it was evening, and I took a bath and slept. He didn’t sleep next to me.