Pleasuring Herself

Zara's POV

What the hell? I couldn't believe that my life could be so dramatic. After pulling the phone from my ear, I kept it on the seat beside mine and looked down at myself.

Woah! I never thought of giving my virginity to a one-night-stand and that too in the hospital, and that too on my wedding night. Anyone's mind would fucking blow up when I narrate about the drama that my life had unfolded for me.

Last night, I didn't hesitate a little to let a stranger grind my pussy but right now I was sweating. Fuck! What if Xander was waiting for me in bed tonight? What would I answer when he would question me about my whereabouts last night?

I wished I could just go home.

After leaving the hospital, one would go home, right? But I couldn't go back to my home because my step-mother strictly forbade me to come back and ordered me to go to a place that was more horrible than my previous home, my newly wedded husband's home. She kicked me out from the house where I had been living since childhood and put me up in the second house that would surely be more miserable than the first one because it belonged to my devil husband.

Just imagine if he could not show up in our marriage, what trouble would he have kept reserved for me in his home?

I thought marriage was the only thing that would free me from the shackles of my step-mother's home but was I aware that she would forcibly marry me to a devil who didn't even care to show up in our marriage?

Finally, my slow, painful walking brought me to the location where I had booked my cab. Once I was seated inside, the cab driver drove me to my second and unfortunately permanent hell, my husband's home.

In hardly any time, the driver said, "We are five minutes away from your destination, madam."

In no time, we made it inside the giant gates that slid open for the cab to get inside. My eyes widened when I saw how beautiful the estate where we were driving was. The surroundings were filled with gardens and fountains, and I pulled my gaze to the front to see a mansion so grand and splendid that I had only seen in movies.

Was this going to be my home from now on?

The driver confirmed, pulling off the cab at the entrance, "Madam, your destination is here."

Wow! Such a huge place was my second home.

Startled by this new discovery, I stepped off from the cab and looked at the beautiful mansion, my jaw dropping with surprise.

My heart was totally into this new home and that was when my mind rang the bell.

"This home belongs to your husband who didn't care to show up at the altar, Zara."

The words flooded in my mind pulled me off from the beauty of the mansion. The mansion was beautiful but I didn't dare to fall for its beauty because I knew I wasn't receiving any good treatment here.

Before I could try to decipher what all negative things were onboard, I saw two ladies descending down the stairs of the entrance of the mansion.

Both the ladies with their blonde hair tied up in buns, looked somewhere in their 30s.

After both of them were done bowing to me, I saw the one on the left, with green eyes bowing again and apologizing to me, "Sorry for the delay, madam, and welcome to your new home. Please come inside."

They were wearing navy blue outfits and it didn't take much time for me to decipher that they were probably working at this mansion as maids.

They cheerfully led me inside the mansion. While I was taking the stairs to the entrance of the mansion, I set my eyes to note down every detail around me. As I was glancing at the beautiful estate, my head spun behind, I accidentally tripped over the last step but luckily the maids caught me at the right time.

"Madam, please be careful." One of the maids told me.

I nodded gently and got inside. I wasn't expecting to receive this welcome treatment. The maids were kind to me for reasons unknown.

Once I was inside, my heart throbbed harder against my chest, my eyes set in motion to search for my husband. Though I didn't know what my husband looked like, from whatever I had heard, I knew he was well-built and towering. Considering those details, I was looking for him but nobody was around.

One of the maids snapped me out of my scanning round.

"Madam, your room is upstairs," she said, her hand pointing out at one door and I followed her little finger.

"Right there." She said before leading me to yet another staircase.

Every step climbed upon brought me closer to my devil husband's bedroom scaring me out of my wits. My heart clenched tightly to my chest when we were right outside the bedroom facing the closed door.

With a faint smile, the maid continued, "This is our Master's bedroom, Madam Zara. Now, I shall leave."

She bowed and was about to leave me but.I clutched her wrist abruptly stopping her.

I said, worry drenching my face, "Ah… uhm, is he already home?"

The maid furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"He?"

The moment she realized whom I was referring to, her eyebrows relaxed and she said, "Okay, by he you mean your husband, Master Xander. Well, he is not home yet."

I blew out a long sigh of relief but couldn't relax completely when the maid intervened, "But Master Xander will be coming soon."

With that she released her hand and went downstairs. With my wide eyes, I looked at her figure disappearing downstairs.

Well, I was all the way here to my second home, and I should go inside this bedroom too.

Placing my hand on the door knob, I twisted it and pushed the door open. What I saw left my jaw dropped.

This bedroom was so freaking big and spacious. It was more beautiful and royal than those bedrooms shown in movies. I went inside and gently closed the door behind me.

From now on this is the place where I would live. My feet were dying to stop and thus, I hurriedly walked up to the bed and got laid.

Phew! I sighed in relief as I tried to relax. My hands crept in between my legs and I groaned, "Aha…"

My pussy was still aching crazily. Though I just wanted to sleep straight away, I knew I should be having a shower and cleaning myself. All day in the hospital, I hadn't gotten a chance to clean myself up properly after my first intense sex.

But before cleaning up, I knew what was to be taken. I bet that mysterious handsome stranger wasn't wearing a condom, and thus, I had secretly taken an emergency pill from the pharmacy of my hospital.

I found a glass of water by the nightstand. Taking the pill in my hand, I consumed it before heading to the bathroom.

I slowly stripped the dress that I was wearing and tossed it in the laundry basket. That was when I noticed that there was a giant, full-length mirror in the bathroom. I was stunned to see my naked body. For the very first time, I saw my fair body with several areas turning red owing to the bite marks and hickeys all over. My breasts were twice its original size, and it took me back to how the stranger was groping and playing with them and my nipples were ripe red with cuts because of how the stranger was sucking my boobies and biting them.

A shiver ran all over my body and my legs trembled on reimagining what the stranger had made me feel like, something that no man had ever made me feel.

Before the steamy episode from last night would play in my mind, I hurried to the shower cubicle to clean myself.

Turning the knob, I let the hot drops of water drench my body. I closed my eyes and my hands were busy cleaning my body. The moment I closed my eyes, last night's heated sex started playing in my mind. My hands touched my body at all the places where the stranger had touched me with his hands, his skin, his lips.

My hands massaging my belly slowly made their ways upward to my swollen breasts and I grabbed them.

Fuck! I hissed in pain before fondling them just like how the stranger did.

"Aha…" I moaned in pleasure and crossed my legs to control my throbbing core.

Fuck! What an ecstatic feeling that dominant stranger gave me that was lasting till now!

I had to be the first bride to think about the stranger who fucked me on my wedding night instead of my newly wedded husband. I wasn't an inch guilty about this. My husband deserved this for the way he humiliated me.

The stranger's sultry voice rang in my ears.

"Won't you pull my pants down?"

My hands were rubbing my clit just like how he was rubbing it when he said those words. I blushed when I pictured pulling his pants and underwear down and his cock just sprang out.

My heart skipped a beat on seeing that enormous cock.

KNOCK KNOCK!

Before I could go any further in my sex ride, there was a knock at my door.

My eyes widened when the knock intensified. I immediately closed the faucet and my hands hurriedly looked for a towel.

But fuck! There was no towel.

I didn't even bring my clothes inside.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

The intensifying, frequent knocks were messing with my heart and I asked timidly, "Who's there?"

But in answer I received more knocks.

Wait! I realized that I had been in the shower for a longer time and the maid who showed me this bedroom told me that Xander would be here soon. Could he be…

Fuck! From the way the person was knocking so loudly without any pause, and not answering my question, why the fuck do I feel, it was Xander.

Oh no! I don't even have clothes with me, not even a towel. What if Xander would see me in these bite marks and kisses? Oh God!