With a disdainful sniff, she released Amelia and swept past, leaving the younger woman shaking and nursing what would surely blossom into a lurid bruise along her jawline.Tormented from all sides, with no allies or escape from the Rothchild estate. Truly, she had entered the serpent's den, surrounded by venomous predators eager to strike at any moment of perceived vulnerability.During tea socials, Jasmine and Bianca derived cruel delight in loudly recounting lurid tales of their past romantic dalliances in excruciating detail. They smirked as Amelia's cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassed discomfort."You really must loosen up around us, little wife," Jasmine purred with mocking condescension. "We're to be lifelong sisters, after all."Whispers and pointed looks followed Amelia wherever she went. The maids and servants studiously averted their eyes after witnessing one too many instances of the new wife's mistreatment. Even Eleanor, the icy Rothchild wife, seemed to take perverse
Amelia's eyes widened in disbelief. "B-But that's servant work, sir! Surely there are maids more suited to-""Silence!" Rothchild's roar made her flinch. "You'll do as I command without argument, or would you prefer an evening's penance in the stables to remind you of your place?"Fighting against tears of humiliation, Amelia could only stoop and retrieve the coarse apron before scurrying from the room, Rothchild's mocking laughter ringing in her ears.The hours that followed were some of the most degrading of Amelia's life as she scrubbed and scoured on blistered hands and knees. By the time Eleanor arrived to "inspect" her progress, she was disheveled and filthy to the roots of her hair from the toil."Well, isn't this a sight of inspiration," the matriarch sneered, surveying Amelia's handiwork with a critical eye. "I had my doubts, but it seems some base menial labor may be the only honest work you're suited for after all."Rage, bitter and caustic, finally bubbled up from that dar
"Meet me in my room once you are done with your food." Rothchild father said and got up From the dining chair after he was done with his dinner. "I have something for you."He left, leaving Rothchild in deep thought. He wondered what he wanted to give him. He finished his food quickly and headed to the father's room. His father was sitting on the edge of his bed when he walked in."I'm here, father." He said, standing behind him."Here." He picked up a bunch of keys. "This is keys of your new house. It well finished. You don't need to carry much loads. You will be moving in tomorrow with your New wife.""A new house?""Yes, I build the house for you, waiting untill you get married. I can say it's my wedding gift.""Thank you so much. I didn't see this coming. You are the best dad in the world.""Go and enjoy yourself son." Rothchild took the key and went back to his room. There, he found Amelia lying on the bed. She have done so much work and was resting on the bed.""Get ready, we wi
After a moment of bawling, Rothschild fell silent and gave Amelia a long and hard look before he walked away from her. Taking out the keys to the new house from his pocket, he unlocked the door and pushed through it with all his might as he walked in. "Oh my!" He said holding his breath as soon as the dusty scent of the house hit his nostrils. "What's that!" Amelia asked as she appeared at the back of Rothschild, dragging the luggage behind her. "Can't you perceive the amount of dust in here?" Rothschild said to her with an irritated undertone. "I don't smell anything." She said as pouted her lips and made her way past Rothschild while dragging the luggage behind her. She suddenly stopped as she realized that to get to the bedrooms, she had to ascend the numerous flights of stairs that were before her. Ascending the stairs was not the problem but how she was going to drag all this luggage up three was the problem. "Can you at least help me take the luggage upstairs?" Amelia asked
"Can you listen to yourself? your husband is hungry and instead of you to get him something to eat you prefer to stay there and rant?" His voice was high and harsh."If you're hungry, you order something to eat." She retorted but in a way not to anger him as she was only voicing out her displeasure in the way he was treating her. "Order takeout when I have a wife who can cook for me? How inconsiderate can you be, Amelia?" He asked rhetorically. "Now get into that kitchen and make me something to eat, in starving." "The kitchen has not even been set up yet," Amelia said to him, folding her arms. "I don't care if the kitchen has been set up or not. Get my food ready in less than an hour, or else you'll face the consequences." Amelia knew that there was nowhere she could win while arguing about what she should do and what not. So she accepted her defeat and went into the kitchen to prepare food for him. She stopped cleaning and headed to the kitchen. she opened the cupboards and sa
Chapter 2 NEXT DAY..Amelia was up before the sun was and had started attending to the chores. She made sure to be as quiet as possible so she wouldn't wake Rothschild up but it didn't work as she thought as she heard Rothschild, calling her name from the bedroom. "Ugh!" She grunted, dropping the broom angrily on the ground. "Amelia!!" Rothschild's voice came again. "Can't you hear that I'm calling you?" He added. "I'm coming, I'm coming," Amelia responded, rushing toward the bedroom where he was. She wasn't expecting him to be awake by this time, besides it was just six in the morning and he was a heavy sleeper. "Good morning." She greeted as soon she got into the room but her greetings were met by an angered expression on Rothschild's face. "And tell me what is good about the morning?" He asked sarcastically. Amelia wasn't sure of what to answer, so she decided to just look away from him and keep mute. "I'm talking to you Amelia, answer me." He said sternly. "What do you
"Well it seems like you've been running away from your wife duties for so long and now I'm going to bring it to you." He said and began unbuttoning the buttons on her nightwear. "Rothschild!" She exclaimed again while trying to prevent him from uncovering her body because she wore nothing underneath. "Will you stop trying to resist?" He said and yanked her hands away from her clothes. "Don't make it look like I'm trying to force myself on you when I have the right to do anything I want with your body. You don't avoid your master." "Avoid you? Rothschild, we made love two nights before we moved in here." She attempted to cover up both Rothschild grabbed both her hands and pinned them to the bed above her head. "You call what we had two nights ago love-making? And you must be sick to think that the mere leisure you call lovemaking is enough to keep me until today. "But I'm tired. I've been working all morning." "That is not an excuse to avoid your duties in bed. So can you stop st
Since she didn't know what her punishment would be like, coupled with the fact that nobody would be there to save her, She grabbed it gently and opened her mouth. She Just hated that he was ordering her to do it. She opened her mouth and let his pink cap slide onto her mouth."Ohhh!" Rothchild moaned as felt her warm mouth around his tip. She had wrapped her lips around his rip and was sucking him slowly while holding the base. "Yes, baby! That's it. Suck it like you love it." He said running his fingers through her hair. "I want you to be looking up at me while you suck it." He said raising her chin. She looked up, her eyes meeting his eyes as she continued to suck him. Rothchild drove more of his length into her, forcing her to take half of his long thick dick. She was moving her head up and down as he wanted."I can't believe you are so good in sucking dick. Who taught you?" He asked as she continued to suck him. She couldn't talk since her mouth was filled by his dick. ""That's
Vicky had prepared butter roasted chicken with grit waffles. She sat on one of the chairs with her thoughts glued to what she had seen not long ago. No matter how hard she tried, she just could not seem to get the man out of her brain. Every damn desire in her was to have Mike handle her so roughly. She wanted his entire weight grinding deeply inside her. She wanted to know how it would feel like to have big big thing inside of her.She was still lost in thoughts when Mike and Jennifer walked to the dining area. “Vicky,” her sister called her name. But no response came. She was busy biting her lips and rubbing her thighs together. Only if she knew that they are watching her.Jennifer tapped the table, jolting the lost girl back to reality. “Hey,guys,” Vicky mumbled. “How long have you been standing here?”Mike and Jennifer pulled their chairs and sat opposite Vicky. “Long enough to know you have something on your mind,” Jennifer replied. “Now, do you mind telling us what it is!”
Later that day, in the late hour of the afternoon, Vicky waddled to the room of the couple and knocked. Without waiting for a response, she pushed the door open. Mike and Jennifer had just finished another round. While Jennifer was still lying down from the heavy bang she had gotten from Mike, the man stood gallantly with a towel wrapped around his waist. He had just finished having his bath. Vicky pushed the door open at the same moment he unwrapped the towel from his waist. “Good mor—” She was going to greet them. But the rest of her words got stuck in her mouth. She was stunned to see the build-up of Mike's muscles— thick biceps, broad and muscular chests, thick abs, muscular thighs and firm legs. Vicky always knew that he was gallant. But then, she never expected him to look so good. All she could find herself thinking of was Mike pressing his muscular body into hers. “Vicky?” Jennifer called her sister while sitting up and grabbing the bedspread tightly.Vicky was suddenly br
He quickly moved his hands down to his groin, an attempt to shield it from view. “What? What did you just say?” He asked. Vicky rolled her eyes and walked to his side, nudging him with her ass as she mounted the stationary bicycle. At this point, Mike was having a difficult time. He looked away. There was no way he could keep holding his cock so tightly. It was beginning to ache down there. All he felt like doing was to have her punished severely for this. He would thrust in and out of her till she begged him to stop. And no! He would not stop. That was the revenge his cock wanted so badly. But Vicky was his sister-in-law and not his wife. His mind was going crazy. “Come on, Mickey,” she said. “Don't tell me you have no idea what I mean. Oh, you didn't know. Oh my gosh! You…never had an early morning sex with Jennifer.” Damn it! Mike cursed under his breath. He was beginning to se
From that moment, Mike could not get himself to sleep. All he could think about was Vicky. No. Not Vicky, but those boobs. If only Jennifer could see the struggle in his heart, she would not have to argue with him over this issue. When he was sure Jennifer had slept off, he walked out of the room and descended the stairs to the living room. His eyes went to the round silver-plated wall clock. 5:06am. That was the time. It was obvious he would not be able to get himself any sort of sleep. At least, not anymore. Not knowing what else to do with his time, the married man went to the gym in his pajamas. He mounted the stationary bicycle and began to cycle his way out of his thoughts. Yes! This was what he needed — all the distractions and other images of Vicky. He would bundle it all and cycle away. “Helloooo,” he heard a voice and his heart flew. He knew exactly who owned the voice— Vicky! What the heck was she doing there at that time?“Vicky?” He said. The walking temptation fou
Vicky chuckled. “You don't need to be bothered about me, Mickey. I had to eat while I waited for your wife, my sister, to come and pick me up.”“Oh, okay.” She turned and walked to the couch opposite Mike, swinging her curves with ease as she moved. Mike's heart was palpitating with every bounce in the air. Slowly, she sat down and crossed her legs in such a way that her thighs were intensely attractive. Mike, at this point, found it difficult to look at her. All his mind could do was trail the path of her thighs. Those boobs were still calling him to rescue them. How could he ignore them?As if he had gotten a grip of himself, he stood to his feet, using a throw pillow to shield the erection he was having. “I will be in my room,” he said politely. “Unless it's urgent, don't call me.” “Come on, Mickey,” she said. “Why do you have to leave? I visited you guys. The least you can do is to keep me company since my sister is not around.” Mike stroked his cheek slightly. “First and for
Mike's mouth was partly agape. His eyes were bulging already. Any man would want to have a taste of those milk industries. Oh damn it! He was not any man. The lady in question was his freaking sister-in-law! Vicky hesitantly grabbed both boobs with her hands— a futile effort to cover it up. In between her fingers, the nipples were still pointing at Mike. It felt like they were telling him to come. “Damn it, Mike!! Get a fucking grip of yourself!” He thought in his mind. As if jolted back to reality, he turned swiftly. “Mickey,” Vicky's voice called him in a very cute manner. “Is there—” Mike didn't let her finish before cutting her off. “What the heck are you doing in my matrimonial chamber?” His voice was stern and rebuking. “Your matrimonial room,” Vicky said, feigning ignorance. “Oh, my bad. I had no idea. Didn't know which of the rooms you told me to go to.” “Y
On a cold and quiet night, the voice of Jennifer moaned melodiously as her husband, Mike rammed in and out of her. Beads of sweat were all over the head of the well built thirty year old man. “I love you, Mike,” Jennifer croaked out amidst the pleasure that was ravaging her entire body. “Call me daddy, sweetheart,” Mike's hoarse voice said, sending chills down the heavily aroused and sensitive body of his wife. “Daddy!!” Jennifer obeyed. The moment of pleasure lingered for a while before the two finally got to the height of the excitement. Jennifer hit orgasm with soft and tender cry accompanied by many body jerks. She came. Mike, on the other hand, shot his hot cum deep inside her. With that, he let his weight collapse on the bed. Not long after that, he carried Jennifer to the bathroom and washed her up. Jennifer was in bed, waiting for Mike to join her so they could sleep in a warm cuddle when his phone began to ring. “Babe, your phone is ringing,” she said. Mike finished wa
Epilogue . . . Rothschild came back home in anger and told Bella to leave his house. "Leave my house. I don't want to see you in my house anymore." Rothschild said. "What are you saying? What have came over you?" Bella asked. "Nothing. I just realized you have been deceiving me. I'm not impotent. Amelia just gave birth to my son." "And how sure are you that you are the father?" Bella asked and Rothschild slapped her across the face. "Don't say that in your life again. I ran a test and it confirmed that I'm okay. You have made me do terrible things. Now i want you to leave. I don't want you again." Rothschild said and it sparked an argument. It ended with Bella leaving his house. The next day, Mike went back to the hospital. He could not rest. Rothschild arrived at the hospital nearly breathless, trying to suppress the storm of emotions crashing against the walls of his heart. He needed to see Amelia, had to seek her out. He weaved through the clinical corridors, the scent
"Look here, mister, you have to leave here now, or else, I'm going to call the security on you. We are not ready to listen to whatever you have to explain. You can't just come here and cook up a story, then expect us to believe. We are not kids. By the way, Who even gave you the permission to come in here in the first place and disrupt the peace of a woman who has just given birth?""The doctor did....the doctor gave me permission to come in here!" Rothschild replied hurriedly before they got any other second thought. He wiped the tears from his eyes and waited. "The doctor?" The second nurse asked this time. "Yes, the doctor asked that I come in here to see my wife.""She is not your wife, mister. That woman lying there is a single mother and I'd appreciate if you leave here already." The first nurse said sternly to him. Their arguments and noises was disrupting Amelia from having a peaceful rest. It got to a point that Amelia woke up from the sleep. "What....what is going on he