King's sexy little wife.

ALEXANDRO KING

Her lips trembled slightly as my fingers brushed against them slightly but that was not what got me hard. It was the soft moan that escaped her when the starter melted against her tongue that woke my dick. It was how her eyelid slowly slid shut and the soft air that escaped her lips as the fruits melted in her mouth.

My pants tightened uncomfortably when her eyes opened again. Those purple irises were totally coated in pleasure, and I could feel all her uneasiness sweep away as she gave the food all her concentration, oblivious of how every movement she madecaught my attention.

She sighed a lot, constantly taking deep breaths, whenever she was uncomfortable, she sighed, nervous, she sighed. Now I knew she moaned too.

I wondered if it would be the same sound that she’ll make she was beneath me with my dick totally inside her. Those eyes, I wanted them to darken with pleasure again but one I had ignited with my hands. I could guess she had very responsive skin.

What had her sex life been like? Did she lay a price on her body? She had told me no last night; would she change her mind if she knew how much was in the account, I had prepared for her? I was confident I would pleasure her like no one ever had. She would be the one to beg for more.

I had to change my line of thought if I didn’t want to leave this place with an erection. I couldn’t help but wonder about her reaction if she knew I was hard for her. Some women were bold, others were shy. I wouldn’t mind if she was the bold type. An image of her stretching her hands under the table flashed in my mind, making me uncomfortable harder and writhing a groan from my throat.

“Are you okay?” She asked. Fuck, I must have groaned louder than I thought.

I cleared my throat and answered as coldly as I could, “Something got stuck in my throat for a moment.”

As expected, she was intimidated by my tone and said nothing. She only poured water into a glass and moved it towards my end of the table and we went back to being quiet.

I could tell she was uncomfortable with the silence because she broke it. “How long before we go back to the house?”

“Why?” I questioned. “The hotel services do not suit you?” I asked blankly, most women I knew would rather spend all the time in the hotel, doing whatever they wanted and having fun but the woman I married seemed eager to leave.

“The services are lovely.” She replied but I cut her off before she could say anything else.

“Then calm down and enjoy it. You will be here for quite a long time.” For no other reason except that she didn’t like it. It would be best for her to not share with me things that she didn’t like because I wouldn’t hesitate to taunt her with it. It had become part of me to approach people through their weakest point but in this case, staying in the hotel will be good for both of us.

First, it would keep her on her toes and help her learn about my way of life faster. In the house, every maid would be trying to get on her good side and spoil her. There she would understand the kind of power she wielded as my woman.

If I wanted her submission, which I did, I would have to break any wings she might have here, I would have to make sure she bowed totally to me while we were still here. I needed to break her. The sooner I did, the sooner we would go home. But for now, I just wanted to fuck her.

Ignoring my raging boner, I tried to analyze a good reason why I had to have sex with her. Number one was to legalize our marriage, no marriage is legal if not yet consummated, another reason was to show her who she belonged to. I wanted to erase any form of experience she had in the past and convert the useful ones to me. An image of her on her knees and my cock buried deep inside her mouth flashed in my mind. This time, I didn’t groan aloud. I was no teenage boy.

 I needed to tame her body. This was very important.

Lastly, I needed to keep her sexually satisfied and make sure she didn’t cheat. The day she cheated on me would be her last day in this world and I still needed a wife. I wasn’t going to do this fucking marriage thing two times.

All in all, me fucking her would be for her good. Now, I just had to wait for the right time.

“Where’s your phone?”  I asked her. I had forgotten about the phone I asked Chloe to give her this morning till now when I felt my mind vibrate in my pocket. I knew the vibration was a reminder that this meal should end soon, I had lots of things planned for today.

“You took it from me before the wedding.” She replied, “I need it back.”

She thought I was talking about the trash she had been using before she married me. That thing deserved to be incinerated, and I was a man who gave things what they deserved. I went through her contacts before did and there was nothing there that I wanted her to keep, all she had were male friends, her past lovers. She didn’t need to be in contact with them.

She didn’t know I had sent the latest iPhone to her, which meant was probably lying on her bed waiting to be picked up. I wondered what her reaction would be if she knew I had destroyed her phone, but then, there was nothing she would be able to do about it. I hoped she threw a tantrum about it. I needed a reason to punish her. She should know the cost of defying me.

“Finish up fast, we have places to be and now we have to get back to your room to get your phone.”

I saw her confusion at my words, but I commended that she didn’t question me. She didn’t rush her food either, instead, she dropped her spoon and sipped a glass of water.

“Let’s go.” She said, making to stand up but froze when I glared coldly at her.

I stood up first like the gentleman I was, took up one of her hands, shifted the chair back, and held her off the table.

I could hear the camera clicking. The plan was working awesomely, the old man would see the proof of my marriage all over the internet even before I brought my wife to him.

Now my boner was a bit calm, but I wondered if I was up to locking myself in the room with Emily when we go get her phone.