Indebted Love

♡ onze ♡

Angel's home in Australia is more grand than I thought. 6 bedrooms including 3 master bedrooms with a bathroom in each room. Two story building, 2 large kitchens, 2 living rooms and a very private study room for Angel's business. Both legitimate and illegitimate.

As he gives me a tour, I felt overwhelmed with his riches, a detachment feeling from the realities separates us as I barely heard a word in warning about some secret door tucked away in the end of the hallway in the first floor. It was a old, grey wood peeling off and despite my lack of attention, I can already feel an error feeling about this place. So I knew best to avoid it.

Angel informs me of our main residence in the upper floor, meaning that the lower level is mostly for servants, guests (his gang obviously) and a neutral ground for anything. In the lower floor, it is a representation of his lifestyle, how dangerous it may be, he'd rather I'm right there in his arms... instead of Seth. The first level is my sanctify if I want, I can put crosses and bible scriptures on the walls and ignore the daunting room.

There's a spiral stair case that acts as a medium between two worlds, decorated with flowers and jewels that I feel like a princess every time I walk on them.

Angel had already stocked my clothes in his room- he had Seth buy them and re-arrange everything. I tell him I feel violated even though the clothing style was exactly me if not better.

We have two cooks in kitchen, bringing us food every breakfast, lunch and dinner as Angel and I lounge in the second floor a week before we get back into society. They made good meals, fancy, of course, but it tastes homey and warm.

Maids scatter around the house and paid less attention on me. They call me ma'am or madame of the house because I'm Angel's wife. The feeling of superiority was shorthand but these small moments makes me squeal like a little girl. Then I felt pressured to run the household like those women back in the 1800's or Regency era but Angel debunked my fantasies and says the maids were to keep the house in order how ever they seem fit. They have total autonomy except when it comes to parties.

I asked him if I had any power here and he says I can dismiss them anytime, fire anyone and whenever I want but I'd have to find new ones. Same with other staffs. He said not to worry about their pay check because he makes more than enough for our family.

Friday night in our Queen size bed, I asked him about his phrase our family. Angel had already began his usual kisses all over my face and neck as his fingers fondle my breasts. He tells me that I'm his wife and therefore his family. His gang is his family and therefore my family. My parents are his in laws. He captures my lips before I can ask him about his parents, grounding his erection poking through his boxers on my pussy covered with my shorts.

It was the beginning of February so it can very hot at night, no amount of air conditions can remove the heat I felt under the sheets with Angel. I took off my shirt and wore no underwear but slipped shorts instead. I always wanted to sleep naked but chicken out today, yet again.

I have to admit being top less felt liberating and sexy, which Angel took advantage of and doesn't sleep until his hands cups them until the next morning. When we make out to sleep, angel wraps his hand around my back, clashing his hard chest with my soft breasts and run his palm up and down my body. I explore his too, from every ab, prominent vein on his forearms, muscle on his back and chest, his v line peaking above his shorts and his muscular toned legs reaching the very end of the bed.

In his arms I wasn't afraid of going back to school next week or when Angel has to work or see Seth soon. Right now in this very moment I was his family. His wife. I tell him that I don't hate him. I accept him as he is and believed this could work...I remember making a promise not to marry a non believer... no no this can work.