Purchased Wife

Rachel raked her eyes over the full length, sequined gown she wore, it clung to every curve and sported slits on both sides clear up to the hip. Her makeup was flawless to perfection. Nathan had taken her to an expensive studio in the early afternoon to transform her entire outlook, her blond hair was perfectly made into a stunning bun. It took the stylists two hours to get the perfect look and Nathan was willing to wait.“Is this really necessary?” Rachel asked as she accessed her outfit again. She felt he was taking it overboard.“You have no idea who my parents are so sit tight and stop talking.” Nathan told her with a tight grip on the steering wheel. He was clad in a grey suit that made him look hot and his tie laid lazily on his neck.Rachel kept her mouth shut and looked at her reflection through the glass window, she felt powerful. She tried to persuade herself that this was the only way she could be rich, she knew she was gullible but her college certificate couldn’t even get

Rachel knew Nathan was wealthy but the opulence of his home still amazed her. The walls and ceilings were covered with mirrors, a high-tech bordello. The polished wood floors and a graceful banister that accommodated the vast curving staircase that probably went to heaven. The windows were beautifully high arched, the velvet drapes framed the windows, the lace inner curtains remained drawn, allowing sunlight to flood the room while rendering the heart-stopping view over the city a blur.A cough interrupted her thoughts and she looked to her right.“A penny for your thoughts?” Nathan asked.“Your home is amazing. ”Rachel couldn’t keep out the excitement in her voice.“Yeah, I know” Nathan bragged with a smirk.“What are we going to do?” Rachel asked looking at her shoes.“We should get some food and have some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.” He yawned loudly. Nathan wanted to find a distraction badly. Looking at Rachel in her wedding gown was making him think about many wayw

Rachel stuffed pancakes into her mouth, feeling a mixture of delight when the pancake graced her tongue.
It was heavenly sweet.
She turned and flipped the undone pancake in the pan over, her mouth still making soft masticating noises.
She looked at the crumpled note in her hand and sighed. The note was from Nathan and she had found it under her door with a little struggle. It had four simple words written on it.
“I am at work.”
She found it hard to read the note since his handwriting wasn’t so legible. She wondered why a wealthy man had such a really bad handwriting. She stared at the bare kitchen and groaned, boredom slowly creeped into her bones when she woke up and now it was worse because she felt completely lonely.
Was this how marriage was?
Boring, Unexciting, Uneventful?
She stabbed the pancake with the fork in her hand repeatedly till she got tired of it. She was about to turn off the electric cooker when the front door flew open. She wondered if it was Anna and she removed t

Nathan thought Rachel looked ravishing. She looked absolutely delicious. He wanted to unwrap her as soon as he had seen her in the dress.
She looked so tempting in that dress. He loved how her breasts gracefully caved out of them. He loved how her ass wiggled when she walked. She looked thoroughly fuckable. He had wanted to tell her and then he felt nervous.
Jeez he felt like a schoolboy and that angered him.
He looked at Rachel, she had not said a word since she entered the car. He felt like he had been too harsh to her.
His car slowed as his arrived at his destination. It wasn’t hard to miss. It was loud and was certainly grooving hard. He parked his car and glanced at her.
He swallowed. Maybe he would talk to her after the party. He got down and proceeded to open her car door but she didn’t wait and had already gotten out.
“Just don’t try anything stupid Rachel.” He growled into her ear.
Rachel was livid.
Fuck!
How dare he!
Giving her a cold shoulder and now telling her not to do a

Nathan had only ever been rattled by two women in his life.
One. Anna.
Two. Rachel.
He had found her Rachel’s actions quite entertaining.
He always loved a good challenge.
He looked at his hard pulsating arousal.
Fuck!
He wrapped his hand around him and began to stroke himself.
He thought about his cock buried in her clit.
He stroke harder.
He thought about his hand wrapped round her neck. He thought about blindfolding her.
No. Not blindfolds. He wanted her to see him.
He increased his pace and finally released after a while.
He had been taken quite a number of cold showers lately, he definitely needed one now.
Rachel could not still believe she did that.
She was so ready to beg, she had wanted to beg, she was going to beg.
She didn’t really know what came over her.
But she knew why.
She was scared.
She was scared she thought it was going to change them. She was scared because of her past.
She stepped into the shower, her toes flinching as they touch the cold ceramic floor. The water