MERE TOUCH

The next thing I hear are her footsteps. They approached steadily, and the sounds of her heels echoed, and that was when it dawned on me that I had been eardropping, but it was already too late as she had already pulled the door knob open and my ear was still resting on it. "Holy shit!".

Shyly I forward my stare to her face, watching as it turns long and gets entangled in a light frown. Her left hand rests on me and pushes me as hard as she can. She puts on a satisfied smile after paying homage to her desires before she finally walks away.

"You are here so soon," he questions, and this is exactly the first time I am having a conversation with him, but I stay calm, my legs wobbling in fear. His grumpy voice beckons, and I just nod, trying not to lock eyes with him.

"Where am I staying? I hope it's not in your room." I hear myself questioning him with this little glitch of confidence surrounding my question. I am suddenly able to have direct eye contact with him, making my brown eyes rest on his ocean blue eyes as he sits on his bed, clutching his bedsheet to himself.

"Let what you see here today remain with you and go into your grave with you also, because if you dare spoil my reputation by saying what you saw here today, then I will ruin your miserable and property-stricken life for good." His harsh voice made me gulp down nothing in particular. I never expected him to say something like that to me.

"Can you ask any of your maids to take me to my room now?" I ask after some minutes of silence, allowing my pride, which I have buried for so long, to take over.

"No Bitch! Who ever told you that you were entitled to a particular room? "From now on, you are my wife, so you will henceforth live with me in my room, so pull that raggy box of yours in here and get your ass ready on my bed," he said, forwarding a quick glance at him. I notice his eyes on my waist region, and shyly, I cover up the area with my hands in total discomfort.

"Mr. Grumpy, I am not going to stay in a room with you when you haven't slipped a ring into my finger because it's not legal, and if you try to enforce it on me, I will report you to the authority, and besides, you know this marriage is just a one-year contract, and trust me when I say it's like 100 decades because everything about you irritates me," I utter honestly, but am only amazed by the smiles on his face.

"Thank your star; I am in a good mood today; if not, you will be in a lot of dilemma now. Take this book and go through it, and once you are done, get back to me." He throws a book at my face, which I sustain in my hand before it can drop to the floor.

"You can shut the door and get lost immediately." His grumpy voice hit me again, and I carried out his instruction more like a little mouse scrambling away from a hungry cat.

I glitch the paper under my armpit and pull my bag with the other hand, locating a room a bit far from his because I wouldn't want the sound of moans to hit me even when sleeping because that demon I see is definitely a sex freak.

I am standing right in front of my desired room now and heaving a deep sigh. I crack the room door open and walk into it, positioning my bag in the corner of the room. I bounce on the bed, heaving a deep sigh of relief. I finally got what I wanted.

I spread my hands in different directions in an attempt to get a better touch from the AC hanging above my bed stand. As mighty and gigantic as you are, you can't do a proper job." I cursed it after many false attempts at getting a good touch.

My hands suddenly rest on something when I am trying to give them another good stretch for the stress I have put them through. Alarmed to know what it might be, I give them a glance, and my eyes rest on the book Mr. Grumpy had given me earlier on. How can I forget so soon?

I pull it close, and after reading the outer cover, which says "Rules you must obey and follow," I grow more interested in reading it, so without further delay, I pull it open, my mouth flying wide open as soon as I read the first content.

"What! What exactly does he mean by I must wash all his clothes each and every day?" Come on! I know someone freaking rich, as he is likely to have lots of washing machines and maids, even if I have seen none since my arrival."

After a few minutes of lamenting effortlessly, I decide to carry on.

"And now what is this?" "Imagine saying I have no right to stop him from having sexual intercourse with me whenever he chooses to; am I some sort of sex robot? What exactly is wrong with this man? "In fact, I am going to give him a warning," I yank in frustration and annoyance.

"What do you mean by having the right to have sex with me whenever you please?" I bark at him as I barge into his room, where I meet him on only a towel around his waist, and the dripping of water from his head to his waist only notified me he just finished having a bath.

Slowly he walks towards me, and that is when I feel this feeling I have never felt in my life. I can feel my orgasm rising with each step he takes, and in that very moment I want to take to my heels, but I just can't; I just stare and watch like a fool as he moves closer.

His hands wrap around my waist, and his breath drops on the back of my ear like the ticking of a clock.

"St...op," I have managed to say, but the wetness of his tongue dropping on my earlobe drops me shut.

"Tell me you aren't enjoying this, and I will let you go," he whispers into my ear, pulling me closely.

"Say it, bitch. "You are my property, and I will have pleasure with you." His words draw further but are hotter now, and the next thing I can feel is his hand in between my laps.

"Ask me to stop, and I will immediately," he stresses, but I fail myself; my emotions fail me, and all I can do is long for his touch more.

The deeper his hands go, the more I am already dripping wet.

"Sir, your food is ready," is the next thing I hear, and just like a spell had been driven from me, I came back to my senses, running away as fast as my legs could take me. What the f*ck just happened?