It hurts so much, I never thought he will turn out to be such a beast. The way he started touching, I thought I can never deny him now. Because now I was his wife but rather than doing anything he started making up for past. When I opened my eyes, it was around 06:00 in the morning as per the bed side clock showed. All night I slept beside him, facing him. He was calm and looked peaceful as if he didn't know anything about the world but who knows that he is such a ruthless man while being awake. I took off the blanket, and got up on my feet. My ass was better now after that ointment as it didn't irritate me much now. I took a shower and changed my clothes as I am a wife now so I would need to perform my duties as well. And first one was to make breakfast for him. I didn't know anything about his clothes and dressing so I couldn't risk getting scold again. I leave that thing up to him as tied my hair into a nice bun and applied lip balm on my dried lips. I made my way into the kitch
I've never considered her my wife, even after signing those marriage papers. Because there is only one wife for me who has already left me. But watching her sharing my bed, fulfilling her duties for me, there's sense of satisfaction I feel and I want to be more dependent on her. As if there's someone to pamper me and take care of me. Although all these years I've lived alone and did everything myself, to be exact preferred this way. But with Camellia everything seems more easy and comfortable. I want to be the centre if attention for her because it's been so long since someone really tried to take care of me. This morning was something like that, although I know I'll do everything myself but involving her in my routine felt satisfactory and I didn't want to be left alone even. She is filling those small voids in my life with her light. But sometimes when she defies me, goes against me there's that dark side of me which want to break her bone by bone so the pain will be carved in eve
I don't know what happens to me but I don't want him to touch me, I don't feel comfortable with it. I have seen it, in his eyes, there's no love inside them simply lust. And how can I just let my body get use by him? I deserve affection which his movements, eyes lack. I know I'm being selfish because that's not what I promised for but it still hurts to let myself go like this as if I don't even own my body. I got out of the pool with great difficulty and then I went straight to the room after I waited for the water to seep out of my clothes so at least the floor won't get wet. As soon I entered, I saw him lying on the bed and working on his laptop. I felt so sick to my stomach because my clothes were hugging my body like a second skin, revealing all of what I have. It's not like he haven't seen before but still I felt ashamed of this open invite. Our eyes momentarily met as he watched him from the corner of his eye. He was changed into a fresh pair of sweat pants and shirt. I step
I couldn't believe that it would be this much satisfying when she'll come undone with a soul shattering orgasm, her body shuddered and she shivered like a leaf as the waves of pleasure broke over her. "Arnoldddd!!" She screamed my name on the top of her lungs in ecstasy where pleasure was unbearably equal to pain for her. And this was like a melody to my ears. But I didn't stop, I continued to thrust harder and harder because this magnificent sight only increased the hardness and I was even more turned on. I badly needed a release and she looked breathtaking. Her hands fisting the sheets as her face arched backwards, her eyes rolled back as i breathed in the crook of her neck. She smelled delicious, and tasted heavenly. Soon after I released myself inside her deep and hot, filling her with my seed with a loud groan as she turned her head right with her eyes slightly open. Fuck! I didn't know her pussy was so tight! It sucked the breath out of me every time she clenched and unclenc
I could feel the pain numbing between my legs. But I feel much better now. Last night was a normal nightmare indeed but now as the dawn broke I feel relieved. I got up from the bed as he was still asleep, making my way towards the bathroom to change into something appropriate. After that I headed downstairs to make breakfast without taking a glance at him. I don't know if I should hate him or just call him selfish for taking his way but whatever I didn't like him. And nothing can change my mind after he forced himself on me but something surely stirred inside when he took care of me after. I was so busy beating eggs that I didn't even realize the heated gaze on my back which came from no one but the only destructor of mine. Polly was out to bring the fresh bread as her husband was sick and couldn't bring the groceries in the morning. As soon I turned around I found him standing 6 feet tall, dressed in his tailored suit and shiny shoes. His phone in one hand and the other empty in hi
The painting was surreal, so beautiful and yet a hidden meaning. I didn't know much about art but I always had a fair share of admiring pieces. Some of them were in my own house but I couldn't believe how talented she was. No wonder if we let women free, they can do extraordinary things. I changed my suit and wore the comfy crinkled button down shirt along with a trouser. I was drying my hair with a towel when she came into the room, still dressed in that paint tainted summer dress. I watched as she took out her dress and made her way towards the bathroom, ignoring my presence but her shoulders tense. I made my way downstairs to have dinner when I found Polly placing the platters in the dining hall. "Who made dinner today?" I asked her because I was already getting used to her taste. "Miss Camellia, she made everything up and I helped her" Polly told me as she settled the last platter in the middle. "I'll be in the living room, call me when Camellia will be down here" I informed
What was happening to me?His hands were so magical as they did things to me. His mouth tasted of tobacco and spices as I let him touch me. Last night was havoc but now i could feel myself craving for that ecstatic pleasure which opens the door to my darkest fantasies. Although it felt wrong to my mind because I didn't like him but his touch was soft and gentle. Ravishing my mouth, he moved on to my neck and then peppering kisses all over my chest as he slid the shoulder down, along with the strap of my bra. I held my eyes closed because I didn't want to see his face. I knew the moment I looked in his eyes, my fantasy would be shattered because I will be jerked back to reality and might resist him. So I let the pleasure come my way as he gave my each bosom equal attention. Sucking the nipples and moulding them until they were red. His teeth clamping my nipples between as he teased me with his tongue. And I was already on the verge. His other hand travelled down and lifted the skirt
It was happening! The thing which I was afraid of. I knew from the very first day that I was attracted to her but the attraction blooming into something else was off my list. I have been hurt before, I let my heart shatter into pieces before, it was still wounded and I just managed to live with it. But I won't let her heal it and then stab it again until I couldn't even bear with the pain anymore. I saw the nervousness in her eyes when I tried to initiate the first step. I'm aware that she hates me and it's better to let it be like this. But something in my heart clicked when she did that, a tinge of pain maybe?I went back to bed and settled on my side. I felt the bed sinking on the other side when she came out and laid beside me. "I don't know what to say, but I'm sorry" I mumbled after a long moment of solitude between us. I felt her head jerking in my direction at my words but she didn't say a word. I turned my head towards her and found her staring at me. Her eyes held so man
It was difficult to stay away from her. I've never gotten used to someone like this before. I always separate work from my personal life but in her case it made it difficult to do so. I had so much work to do but I still couldn't focus on anything. I looked at my phone multiple times during my dealing but there was no call or text message from her. I wondered if she minded my dry reply to her long goodbye. I didn't want to give her anymore hope, that's why I tried to distance myself from her. But it seemed like torturing myself. I remembered when one night we both were lying on the bed after making out for long in Paris. We both were exhausted but not enough to not talk. And just like that we carried out some casual conversation. She tried to pull away from my chest but I didn't let her go and pulled her close to my embrace. She was astounded but it didn't last long when she got comfortable. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked innocently, her eyes shining in the moonlight of the
I woke up to the empty side. He was nowhere in sight. I searched for his bag and it was gone, even his wallet, watch from the dresser. So he just went away like this? Without telling me? I felt a pang of hurt in my heart. I looked for any note but found none. My eyes filled with tears Involuntarily and I wondered why couldn't we live like a normal couple for even once?And the answer was crystal clear, because we were not normal people, this marriage was not normal, nothing was normal about all of this. I wiped my tears and went to the bathroom to wash my face. After I returned, Polly knocked on the door and informed me about the breakfast. I went downstairs and sat on the chair. She bought me butter and toast. I took a bite despite having no appetite. She came again with the milk and I started feeling nauseated with just the sight of it. She placed the glass in front of me and the contents in my stomach started rising. I immediately stood up and ran for the bathroom to empty my oes
She helped me pack my bag. I don't know if I really meant what I said to her last night but there was that force inside me which wanted to make it true. She was a wild flower, waiting to be picked up and taken care of. Since we were on good terms, we didn't fight but still it felt weird to stay as friends and push our feelings back when we're actually a couple. It's all because of my insecurities, and I know I am wrong. She took out my clothes from the wardrobe and removed the hangers. Placing them neatly in the suitcase, I couldn't help but gaze at her while trying to find my undergarments. She was unaware and busy in her work. I noticed how her layered hair kept teasing her face and neck, unable to stay at the back. They shaped her face and she looked magnificent. Like some goddess with those shaped lips, and lashes shadowing her cheeks. She tucked her hair back behind her ear and I wondered how it would feel to tangle those hairs in between my fingers and feel their softness. As
After spending two days officially as friends in Paris, we finally returned back. Arnold was more relaxed and calm. Even though he hurt me multiple times, I had no choice of leaving somewhere else. I was stuck with him for a lifetime. I was still really mad at him for concealing his past from me but I couldn't complain. We were not on marital terms to call each other as husband and wife and ask for the rights. Especially not me. As soon as I was home, I was met with an official letter from my university. They asked me to join from next week as my application was approved. I didn't know if I was doing it right by going back to the same educational institution. People there now know my story, they were going to eye me with those weird stares and I couldn't guarantee it would be affected by it. I have no friends now to share that amazing experience, I was all alone on my own now. We were having dinner when he informed me that he'll need to go on a two day trip to Spain for some busine
His hands travelled down until the zipper fully released my body. But still he didn't move back and gave me space. Instead his hands moved up to my shoulders and he started removing the dress himself. I don't know what he was doing and my heart was deeply hurt to feel all of this, yet I couldn't stop him. A part of me was curious even though my chin wobbled from all the crying. He removed the dress from my shoulders, down to my curves, then from my ass and it finally gathered around my toes. Leaving me half naked, only in my undergarments, I didn't feel shame in front of him. But yet I was hesitant even though he already saw me naked multiple times. His hands roughly caressed my body, every inch with his palms. He wrapped his hand around my throat, then to my chest where it all the way created tingles. Lingering around my bosoms, he finally yanked the bra down. Playing with my nipples and moulding them in his calloused hands. While the other caressed the hem of my panties. I wondere
She was still nowhere in sight and I was tired after meeting so many people. The women's gaze followed me wherever I was standing and the men had nothing to talk about except business and their future plans. However I was a bit thankful too because Camellia was a distraction, I couldn't focus on anything if she was by my side. I excused myself and headed towards the restroom where she disappeared 20 minutes ago. I was in my tracks when a woman appeared in front of me and blocked my way. "Mr Arnold! What a coincidence! I hope you remember me!" The brunette placed a hand on my chest and spoke. It took me a moment to realise that she was one of the fuck buddies I had before I married Camellia. This one was the wife of my competitor whom I fucked multiple times and after I dumped her, she married one of my competitors to poke me. But only if she knew I don't get worked up like that. Most importantly, she threatened me to expose my secrets but she knew better that I was in mafia. Whatev
Her question hit me like a stone thrown in darkness. I didn't know how to react or even respond but something shifted in me. My mind was battling with itself, not sure what to answer her. She was asking about my first wife and I should have been prepared for that but I wasn't. Edward was an old friend and I surely came to Paris with my first wife and unfortunately she was the one who showed me that outlet. She herself even bought a dress from Edward and I don't know what I was thinking when I also took Camellia there and bought her dress designed by Edward. Well it was not his fault to mention my first wife but Camellia surely wasn't letting go of that. "Tell me Arnold! Who is your first wife? And where is she?" She repeated her question once again and the hanger in my hand broke with a clicking sound, sharp to my ears. "This is none of your concern. It's my past and I'm not answerable to you for that" my voice came out harsher and colder than I intended. We were really improving o
I never imagined that Arnold was such an extrovert with such amazing social skills. We had the most delicious lunch in a posh restaurant at the Eiffel tower and he made me drink the most exquisite wine of the french people. Surprisingly he already had a reservation beforehand or we wouldn't have stood a chance there. The wine was a vintage edition and it was hella expensive. We roamed the streets of Paris and discovered the beautiful sights. We saw the famous attractions such as Musée du Louvre museum and even spent a while on Seine River's bridge. Arnold looked happy most of the time with a smile plastered on his face. But the weirdest thing I noticed was the people kissing everywhere. Making out at the end of the streets, on top of bridges, on the roads and in cars. He didn't show any reaction to it but my cheeks were red every time I witnessed such a sight. He was exceptionally in such a good mood and I couldn't bring myself on my toes because it really felt like an amazing break
I cannot believe that he could be so caring. Last night felt like an ethereal dream. All my life I have endured pain in my periods because my mother used to say that all women have to. Using oils and all that stuff is a luxury. I woke up to find the other side of the bed empty. But a note was stuck on the header of the bed and a breakfast tray was placed on the table across the couch. I wondered what time it was. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and it was already around 09:00 am. I tucked out the note and read it, "Be ready by 11:00 am. We'll be leaving for shopping. Have breakfast and take a good rest. I have a meeting to run to. " The short notice was enough to tell me that i'll be stuck in this beautiful room located in this city of love for the next two hours. I opened the window with a gush of cold air hitting me in the face. I liked it, as I admired the Eiffel tower from afar. What an amazing view it was from the hotel!The trip I was dreaming to plan in my next fiv