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2024-10-29 19:42:56"You are mine too, Brandon, my husband," I mutter with my hands between my legs.
"Always, El, always."
Silence descends on us, a small smile settles on my lips, I am still reeling from the fact he thinks so highly of me, that he wants me as much as I want him, maybe even more and at the sight of my card, my smile grows. I tuck it into the envelope and place it inside the pocket of my coat, I will inspect it later.
The car slows to a stop in front of a refined restaurant with a foreign name, Brandon places another kiss at the back of my hand and steps out to open my side of the door. I get out of the Ferrari, place a chas
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Our glasses clink, I take a sip, stare at him for a while and drop the flute to the table. He empties his glass in one gulp, refills it and tilts it in my direction before finishing half its content at once. I snatch his glass, set it to the table and switch to a straddling position. Hooking a finger under his jaw, I bite my lip, unable to identify the intense emotion in his eyes.His fingers trail a line on my thigh, pushing my gown up as they near the band of my panties. Our foreheads touch, I suck my lips and pout when his eyes darken. I trace the contour of his nose, stop at his upper lip and suck in a sharp breath when his fingers move closer to my warmth. An inch forward and he will be inside my wetness.
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Clothes lay on a colourful heap on our bed with a suitcase open, my footsteps echo as I saunter to the wardrobe to get the rest of my things. I return to the bed with my set of lingerie and start folding clothes into the bag. The heap disappears into the box, I straighten up and sigh when Brandon's arms wrap around my waist from behind.Brandon tucks his head into the crook of my neck, his breath fans my ear and my body thrums in response when he says, "If it were in my power, we would have stayed back." I smile and nod. "I'll make it up to you."My head bobs up and down again, already tired of hearing his apology. I understand; it's not his fault. The call he received when we were at the
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I blink twice and swallow. "Josh. Joshua."His gaze keeps my hands glued to my sides, the thinly veiled emotion in his eyes sending chills to my bones. "Is he your boyfriend?""No," I say. My hands move around his waist and I bury my head in his chest. "I don't do boyfriends, I do husbands." The chuckles die on my lips when Brandon doesn't share in my humour and a small yelp leaves me when he retracts my arms from his body.A strand of hair falls over his face, he ignores it to ask, "Hello love? Darling?""Josh is my friend, that's how we greet each other," I murmur in my defence. He arches an eyebrow and I start spouting answers to questions he never asked me. "Josh is my friend,
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I stare at his retreating back unable to grasp what just happened until Brandon turns sharply to repeat his order. "Follow me."The invisible forces keeping my feet rooted to the ground lets up, I nod and trail behind him like a diligent puppy ready to serve its master. Silence is my only companion as we go down the long stairs and onto the lone corridor, passing through doors I didn't know of their existence. He stops without notice and I almost run into his solid back.A string of apologies leaves me, I twiddle my fingers, bite the inside of my lips and sigh. Brandon shifts to the side, I take one look in front of him and understand why he stopped. Seconds go by as he works the key into the keyhole of the door and my heart picks up pace, beating hard against my ribcage. My fists clench and unclench at my sides, I s
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Our gazes clash, when I think I have gotten through to him, he pulls on it and I let out a small cry. Tears slip from the corner of my eyes, I bite my lips. "Use your safe word."Brandon eyes me as my lips part open but for some reasons, I can't bring myself to say the word, a part of me enjoys what we are doing, the lashing and teasing. He scoffs, I look down at my naked body and back to him, he's still fully dressed except for his shoes which are missing. I gulp at the bulge straining against his trousers and lick my lips, I want a taste of him. My hands cover my breasts when he lets go of the chain and I wince when my fingers brush my areola, if we keep up with this, my nipples might fall off.Rubbing my legs against each other, I moan and nod when he asks me to hop on the table, getting into his demanded position
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I wake up with a start, a string of curses leaves my lips as I turn to lie on my stomach and sigh in relief at the switch of positions. My whole body is sore, my anus, vagina and nipples scream for some tender loving care plus a warm bath. I blink twice, noting the change in the colours of the walls for the first time, we are in our bedroom but I have no recollection of how I got here. A small laugh escapes me, I am a deep sleeper, I can sleep through a storm and last night was hell, there is no way I would have felt him carry me.The mattress dips with a new weight, Brandon's face comes into view and I frown, he chuckles but I don't share in his humour. This man almost split my asshole, nearly ripped off my nipples and vagina with those damn clamps he used on them and he has the guts to laugh at me like he can handle the number of strokes he dished out. He needs an ass-who
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"It's fine," I mutter with my eyes cast down, scrubbing my body harder than necessary.I feel his presence behind me but I don't let up with the scrubbing until he grabs the loofah from me. A scowl settles on my face, I glare at him when he comes into view and sigh when a smile flits to his lips, he has a weird sense of humour, nothing about this is funny. He traces a line on my lower lip, goes up to my scalp and my hair cascades down."I like your hair down," he mutters as he runs his fingers through them.Twirling a strand of hair around my finger, I look away from him and say, "I know."He hooks a finger under my jaw and my breath catches in my throat
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A yawn slips from me, the back of my hand goes to cover my mouth and I nod with my head almost hitting the table. I blink twice, fighting to stay awake and the yawn escapes me. The light of my phone screen comes on, a peek at the time shows it's past nine and Brandon is not here yet. He's not picking my calls, in fact, no one is. Brandon. Clarissa. Joshua. They have all gone quiet on me and I'm starting to get worried. I miss them. Him.The letters on my screen blur, tears fill my eyes, I squint and reach for the mouse to reduce the laptop's brightness. I cast a look at the empty plates on the dining table, the stainless flask at the centre, this is my first time of cooking since we got married and I decided to surprise him with dinner. Spaghetti Bolognese. I don't know if he likes it, so far, he hasn't chosen any meal above the other, he eats whatever he's given.
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