Wifey Duties

{Elara / Dorian}

{Elara’s POV}

My eyes widened in shock. What did he just say?

I looked at him and observed his expression, hoping I had heard wrong, but he looked dead serious and because I didn’t want him to do something even worse to me, I obeyed.

I knelt down between his legs and unbuckled his belt, making sure my hand didn’t touch the visible bulge in his pants.

My hands trembled as different thoughts went through my mind. Could it be what I think it is? He wouldn't. Right?

After unbuckling his belt, I quickly pulled my hand away and moved back, but he held my hand and pulled me closer, before placing them on his bulge.

He leaned forward, locking eyes with me. He glanced down at his bulge, then back at me. A sly smirk slowly played on his face.

“Bring it out.” He commanded.

“Huh?” I gasped hoping I heard wrong, but he just stared at me, as if daring me to disobey.

I gulped down hard, dipped my hand inside his trouser and brought out his dick and dear god, it was huge. Its tip was moist and something slowly dripped down from it.

I was going to remove my hand again, but he wrapped his hand around mine gripping them in place. 

“This is one of your wifey duties. So do well to always meet up with it in the future.” He said, rendering me speechless.

Then slowly, he began guiding my hands. Moving up and back down.

“Look at me.” He commanded and I lifted my eyes from his dick and met his gaze. 

The danger I once saw in his eyes had completely disappeared and was now replaced with something much more calm. Something almost like pleasure. 

I was so lost staring into his deep sea like eyes, that I didn’t know when my cheeks started to heat up. 

Suddenly, his pace increased and both our hands started going faster. Quicker. He tilted his head backwards and let out a deep groan. While I just kneeled there like a puppet as I watched the stoic man of earlier look completely different.

Not long after, I felt his dick move against my hands, making me tear my gaze away from him and look down at it. A moment later, warm liquid burst out from the tip and flowed down on both our hands. 

But he didn’t stop there. He continued until every liquid stopped coming out. Only then did he slow down and finally stop. 

Thirty minutes later, I sat on the floor and looked at my moist hands. They were red and felt numb. 

Earlier, after Dorian had calmed down, he immediately went into the bathroom, leaving me on the floor.

My heart was still beating from everything that had happened. The image of how he looked during the process of it flooded my mind. 

Soon, the bathroom door swung open and he stepped out wearing a different suit. 

He spared me one final glance before turning and heading for the door.

Relief had barely begun to settle in my chest when he suddenly stopped.

I held my breath.

“Before I forget,” he held the door knob and turned sideways to face me. “Don’t even think about escaping again.” 

“This isn’t your uncle's house.” With that, he shut the door leaving me stunned. 

No one needed to tell me that it was a clear warning. 

‘How did he know.’

{Dorian’s POV}

The gate went shut as the convoy drove out of the estate. 

I sat at the back, my eyes shut closed as I rested my head against the seat. My mind racing with different thoughts all at the same time. 

I could feel Zeke, who sat in front with the driver, steal a glance at me through the rear view mirror.

“Boss,” he said.

I didn’t bother to look at him.

“Hmm.”

“Do you really believe that Silas won’t find out about your marriage to the young miss?” he asked.

I opened my eyes. Then slowly, I leaned forward to look out the window as the car moved.

“He’ll find out,” I said calmly. “That’s why I have the twins watching over her.” 

I had assigned two of my most trusted men, Zach and Zion to keep a close eye on her. Discreetly of course.

“As long as I don’t show any interest toward her,” I continued, “she won’t become a target.”

Zeke frowned slightly, then his phone rang. After exchanging a few words with whom I presumed was one of my men, he spoke again.

“One of our men reported seeing two of Silas’s men near the registration office today.”

As expected of Silas

“How close?” I asked calmly.

“Close enough,” Zeke replied. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already seen the young miss.”

He paused briefly before adding, “Should we tighten her security?”

The question lingered in the air, carrying an unspoken urgency that made the situation feel far more serious than it had moments ago.

A small smirk played gently on my lips. 

‘Silas.’

I said nothing for some time, my eyes looked back to the window as the city moved past me.

“There’s no need.” I said quietly. “Doubling the security will only arouse suspicion. Let Silas keep guessing.”

Besides, the marriage had already served its purpose. My grandfather’s terms was clear. 

A wife before thirty five, or the entire company transfers to the board. Elara Harrington was simply the most convenient solution. 

“Understood boss.”

“And, Ezekel,” I said, disregarding his nickname and meeting his eyes through the rearview mirror.

“Yes, boss?”

“It’s ‘Madam’ to you.” 

For a brief moment, Zeke and the driver exchanged looks with each other but I didn’t care.

“My apologies sir.” 

The car pulled up in front of the company. The glass building stood tall and proud. I stepped out without waiting for my door to be open.

The guards at the entrance straightened themselves immediately upon seeing me.

“Good morning boss” they greeted, but I didn’t respond and just walked past them, heading straight to my office.

>>>>>

Somewhere in a skyscraper, on the top floor, stood a man near the window. He held a wine glass swelling its content lightly before taking a sip. 

He looks tall and has broad shoulders. Dressed in a perfectly tailored gray suit, paired with a black tie knotted around his neck. 

His dark hair was styled back neatly. One hand rested on the window frame, while the other hand held the wine. His thoughts are then disrupted by a sharp knock on the door pulling back to the present.

“Come in.” He said without turning

The door swung open, and another man entered. His shoes clicked lightly on the floor as he stopped a few feet away.

“Sir, I have new information about Dorian’s movements” he said.

The man by the window turned to face him, finally acknowledging him. “Spill it.”

The other man hesitated for a heartbeat, then delivered the news carefully.

“He… just got married, sir.”