“Isn’t it agonizing not to be able to cum, Margarette?” Justin abruptly stops just as I'm about to reach the climax of my orgasm. As the vibrations on my clit continue to torment me, it has left me with an insatiable desire for more.Justin yanked my face closer to his torso at that point. My nose even brushed up against the very tip of his hot rod, and the heady, manly aroma that it exudes is making me even more hungry for it. I just couldn't give any indication as to how I will even attempt to get past this sensation.“I–I have no idea what you mean, Justin.” I honestly answered.Although that seems to be the case, I never even see any disapproving reactions from Justin. As a matter of fact, it seems as though he is even more pleased that I find everything he is saying to be a completely new detail I haven’t encountered before.Since I had never been sexually active before, I can honestly say that something like this had never occurred to me before. I have never even had a sexual e
As I opened my eyes, I noticed that the rays of the orange-hued afternoon sunlight that were streaming in through the windows had taken on a yellowish cast. I am puzzled seeing how I am inside a room that appears to be meant for a child, while here I am sitting on a rocking couch holding a child in my arms.It's a child, a young boy, and I'm holding him in my arms as he smiles and openly glimmers his green eyes, which are very similar to the green eyes that I have. The color of his eyes, jade, seemed to complement his jet-black hair well. It's almost as if when I look at him, I see a version of both myself and Justin fused together into a single person.When I think about it, my cheeks become flushed with a shade of red, and a spark of excitement goes off in my mind. Is it possible that I am holding our child right now? Wait! Do Justin and I really have a child together?The sensation of actually holding the child in my arms is so comforting that it's as if I'm melting deep within my
“Margarette?” It’s already morning. I didn’t realize that I have been here that quite long. Hearing Justin calls out my name, just instantly brought me back out of my dream. That is why it is just now that I realize that I am just having a dream. Justin is here and alive. And seeing him this close to me in one piece abruptly made me want to hug him out of reflex.For some reason, Justin didn’t say a single word again after I clasped my arms around him. Perhaps, he, too, is surprised by my sudden reaction. I can feel that he seems a little shocked, knowing that I don’t normally do such a thing.And yet, here I am, hugging him tightly as if I never want him to go. This is all just because I had that dream—no, it’s actually more like a nightmare to me. Who wouldn’t call it a nightmare when I had to go through such an ordeal facing that horrible sight of the lifeless Justin before me as I held in my hand our dead son.And then that suddenly rings me, why did I suddenly dream of that sce
Despite how many times I already told Justin that I didn’t want to come with him. He still insisted that I go with him. His persistence over the matter is so dominating that I can’t even make any attempt to insist on what I truly want. In the end, I just settled in letting him drag me along with him.I even remember from earlier that he immediately pulled me off the bed just to push me inside the bathroom to change. Although I knew that he only did that to make sure that I can finally get on the clothes he provided, I still find it rude of him to actually force me. Can he at least wait for me to adjust to the fact that I am actually wearing his clothes. I am not that much of a picky person, however, wearing his clothes would only confirm that I have become his woman.We make our way out of the mansion of the Montefalcos in a very nonchalant manner; however, despite the fact that it appears to be quite simple for Justin, it is actually quite difficult for me. There is a small part of
The long drive didn’t last that much compared to what I had thought. Perhaps it is just me, but I’d like to believe that Justin intentionally asked the driver to make a stop here knowing that I have been acting distant from him despite how many times he made an attempt to interact with me.“When was the last time you went out to bring me with you?” I suddenly asked.“I actually don’t remember but hey, I’m trying to make it up right?” Justin replied and although I should feel some butterflies in my stomach, I simply couldn’t help but still feel some pain along it.It’s not like I don’t even notice it, however, I am just afraid that if I even made another push to divert my focus into him again that I might not actually be able to get away from it again. Justin had this very strong skill for dominating me.It always makes me wonder why I can’t seem to get away from his dominating presence. It’s like I've always been bound to submit myself to him. What makes things more odd is the fact t
I just feel like I want to completely disappear right now. It took me a little while to realize that Justin was the sole owner of the yacht before the thought occurred to me. “You own all of these as well.” What I'm experiencing right now is remarkably close to the sensation of contracting from my current position. “That’s fine, it’s not something to be proud of really. We already had this car twenty years since this place was even born.” Justin replied.Because of how embarrassed I am right now, I don't even have the courage to become irritated with him. I just can't bring myself to do it.Before turning his attention back to me, Justin had been looking at something on his phone. Suddenly, however, he stopped doing that and looked at me. When he looked at me again, I had the sudden sensation that a hot rush of blood was rapidly splashing within the cheeks of my face. It happened as soon as he laid his eyes on me again. Maybe it's because I've been completely embarrassed that I'm
I had to put on an act of laughing right in front of the saleswoman. Although at the back of my head, I was very pleased that he told her I am his wife. A sign of affirmation that Justin may seem oblivious to my feelings. As soon as I realized that the saleswoman seemed to be believing what I said, given the way that she returned what I said with a shy smile, I quickly prodded Justin at the side for making such a comment.His subsequent actions, however, only made matters worse. Justin grabbed my arm and yanked me to his side as he put his arm around my shoulders. He then added, "Make sure that my wife over here will find comfort in the clothes you'll offer," as if to emphasize the absurdity of the situation.” Almost immediately, Justin made it sound as though I was denying him as my partner to the saleswoman, as he emphasized that I am already his wifee two separate times. This gave off the impression that I was the one lying. Now that he brings it up, I suddenly have no idea how I
Usually, I would shrug off these kinds of occurrences as though they were completely nothing. However, looking at them right at this moment made me all of a sudden feel as though something hidden deep within me is about to blow up any second now.When I opened the door to the other dressing room, which was right next to the one where I tried on my dress, my eyes widened in shock as I saw that it was actually Justin and the saleswoman making out inside. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.I usually only see this in movies, and I can honestly say that not once in my entire life have I ever entertained the thought of actually being able to witness it happening in real life. At this point, the only sensation that I could detect within me was one of complete numbness.At the same time, it feels like a bomb is ticking inside of me, and I'm just waiting for the right moment to pull the trigger so that it can finally go off. And it seems as though that trigger has been pulled apparently by