An heirloom and Alisha

ALEXANDRO KING

“Doing what?” I asked.

There was this look of irritation in her eyes like she was looking at something that didn’t look good, and I didn’t think it was me. Except that, I was the only person standing in front of her.

“I don’t know. Acting, deceiving people, pretending.” She muttered. Her words annoyed me, it was barely two hours after her last punishment, and she was already begging for another.

“Someone is growing wings.” I voiced harshly, bringing my hands up her neck and pressing my thumb into that vital point. “You should learn to stop annoying me. It would be for your good.”

I let go of her neck before I fell into the temptation of wrapping my fingers totally around her neck and squeezing. She would fall dead with just one snap.

“Let’s go in.”

We both walked inside and as usual, everyone made way of us, luckily for me, the place was more crowded than usual, so I got to display my wealth and dramatic affection for my newly wedded wife in front of more audience.

We started with earrings. “What do you think about that one, Em?” I asked, pointing at the most expensive set of earrings in the glass display.

She looked at it like she was considering the design and then looked up at the attendant. “Is this all you have?”

I looked at her in surprise, but she didn’t even spare me a glare.

The attendant was probably new and had sweaty palms, rubbing them against her dress in obvious nervousness. I could guess her thoughts. What happens if she accidentally breaks on jewelry? Is the pay worth the risk? People like her were easy to use and easy to manipulate. I didn’t think Emily had ever had sweaty palms. I wondered if all the tears she had shed at the hospital were fake.

Luckily, the manager came and bailed her out.

“Good morning Mr. and Mrs. King. Hearty congratulations on your wedding.”

“Thank you,” Emily replied with a beautiful smile, stretching her hands to shake the manager. It seemed like Emily only reserved her smile for other people and gave me the fake lip pull.

“How can I help?” The manager asks, getting to business immediately.

“My wife wishes for a jewelry set and I was hoping you could help us with something more beautiful, nothing here seems to catch her eyes.” I delivered smoothly, giving a small smile as my hands slipped over Emily and brought her closer to me.

“I have just the thing.” The manager smiled and disappeared in, she came back in with a glass jar. In it was a pillow, safely and beautifully laying on it was a beautiful set of jewelry.

It wasn’t just an earring, but it had a necklace too. It was made of pure diamonds, and I fell for them right on the spot. So did Emily.

“Do you know the story behind these?” The manager asked.

“No, but I want to make a story with them. We’re buying it.” Emily announced.

Wait!

She didn’t even consult me or ask the price. What audacity? But I wasn’t going to confront her there. Instead, I pulled out my black card and paid for it with a smile on my face. The manager asked another attendant to help us secure the glass safely in the car and we were done with that day’s shopping.

“Wait! Let me take a picture of this first.” Emily called before they took it out. While she moved it, she stood and worked on her phone with a serious expression on her phase like she was doing something important.

Then I heard my phone vibrate in my pocket and brought it out.

Emily had just made a post on X.

The caption was ‘A perfect heirloom.’ And beneath it was a picture of her hand on the very expensive jewelry we had just bought.

I had to commend her on that, but still, I needed to punish her too. If I let this slide, it would only be the beginning of her doing things without consulting me.

I couldn’t let that happen.

The dominant thought of how to exercise my dominance on her was still unresolved in my head when she came close and sexily grabbed my shirt, she leaned up and placed a kiss on my lips, softly. Applying no pressure yet I felt my blood race.

“Thank you.” She smiled, this time it was almost like a real smile, but I was almost confused and didn’t know what to think.

When my new first and only heirloom was safely secured in the car, I opened the door for Emily and then went to my seat behind the wheel.

But instead of starting the car and driving up, I locked the private windows up I turned to Emily, placing my hands on her legs that had been exposed all day as she had chosen to wear a short dress.

Not so surprisingly, she moved away from my touch.

I hated that she would have to make me use force on her.

“I want to kiss you,” I demanded. I did, her lips had teased me twice today, and hell if I didn’t want more.

“Why? No one’s looking.” She said that explained everything.

I had been right. I had hired an amazing actress who was stating clearly now that her job description didn’t include anything other than acting.

And I was Alexandro King. I never jerked off with my own hands, women threw themselves at me and I was going to have a good time catching this one. But first, I was going to show her that she was only an option to me.

I started the car and drove off at a suicidal pace. I could see panic in her eyes but we both didn’t say a word.

First, I drove her to the hotel and like a very good husband, opened the door for her and then pecked her goodbye. Then I went back into my car and zoomed off to my office.

Right now, I needed the woman that knew me most. The only woman who had stayed by my side for the longest time. I needed Alisha.

I drove straight to my main office.

It was almost a two hours ride and all I could think of was Emily in that short dress. Her cream legs and those ankles, how they would feel they were locked around me while I fucked her.

I would make those eyes water from the most intense organs. She would regret not giving in sooner.

I considered giving my keys to my valet to help me park well, but Emily was enough to stain my car for a day.

Finally, I walked into my office and there she was, sitting. She looked up at the sound of the door opening.

“Alexandro.” Those red sexy lips mouthed.

“Alisha. Come make me feel better.”

I loved the smile that rose on that red lips in response.