I loved it, I loved every fucking second of kissing her. She felt so different this time. As if she was my wife now, I felt a sense of peace in touching her wherever I want. I felt like she was my property now and I deserve to do whatever I can with her, and she won't be able to deny me. I felt powerful as I ravished her lips, she although didn't respond to my kiss but neither pushed me hard although she tried to maintain distance in between whenever she ran out of breath and I made difficult for her to grasp on air. She was still in her white wedding dress as we both erratically breathed against each other. "Take this fucking dress off!" I demanded. "What?" she looked baffled by my command as she looked me up with those doe eyes. "Do you really not hear me or want me to repeat it every time?" I asked, annoyed because all the time she keeps asking me what. "Turn around" I commanded her as I grabbed her shoulders and turned her towards the wall so her back was now facing me. I saw

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 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

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

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