Marriage and Revenge

Wh•re me out*

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A limousine picked Aurora up and dropped her off at the same place again. This time, she knew her way through the passages and managed on her own to get to his room. The guards just let her in. The house was rather empty on the inside. When she last visited, there were atleast house-helpers in the house. In that moment, the house looked like an abandoned place. And it was not like it had a lot of color, but it atleast was neatly kept.

She half-heartedly tapped her knuckles on the door that was ajar. "Come in" he said to her.

The room was dim. He was shirtless with a glass of whiskey in his hand. She stood there restlessly waiting for him to do something, or atleast tell her what was expected of her next. She didn't feel like sitting anywhere without having asked to do so. He gulped down his whiskey neat. His Adam's apple moved in sync as he took three big sips of the plain alcohol before putting the glass on the bar counter and walking towards her.

"How've you been?" He rasped, putting his palms on each of her shoulders and rubbed them there in circular motions.

"I didn't want to send you away that day, but duty called" he told, turning her around to hit her back to his chest and dipped his head in the crook of her neck. She shut her eyes, taking in everything that was happening without uttering so much as a whimper.

"Shall we get started now?" He whispered into her ear. She could hear his breathe. He didn't wait for her to answer before putting his hand inside her top from the front and cupping both her breasts over her bra. He pushed his hand through her bra directly onto her supple mounds, giving a squeeze and moving his palm in circles. She rested her head fully against his shoulder. He gestured for her to twist her head as his fervently took her lips. He started ferociously with sucking her lips and then his tongue prodded her entire mouth while one of his hands had slid down into her pants.

Her legs almost gave out and felt like jelly, completely unstable and her body felt mouldable. If not for his tight grip on her, she would've dropped down to her knees there and then.

His finger made circles on her core from over the thin fabric. He could feel her dripping. The very next minute, he took his hands off her and slid her top over her head and pushed her jeans down. He motioned for her to follow him to the bed and unbuttoned his trousers. "Take it off" he said, pointing at the rest of her clothing while taking his own trousers and then boxers off. He put on a condom. She unclasped her bra hook and pushed her panties down reluctantly, yet not making her reluctance visible.

They both sat bare on the bed next to her other. His hand went for her thigh, moving up towards her pussy.  He laid his forefingers on her dripping with pussy and roamed his hands for a bit, feeling her wetness. Tapping lightly onto it, he came over her and positioned his hardness to enter inside her. In a jiffy, he was fully deep inside her. She arched and involuntary let out a loud yelp of agony when he showed no mercy in going inside her. He laid his hands on either of her breasts and began thrusting inside of her. After a while of deep and fast thrusts, he flipped her upside down and went inside her pussy once again. His balls hit her core with every jolt, making her scream into the pillow. When he was about to reach, he pulled out of her and made her sit up on the bed and took off the condom. He sat beside her and stroked on his throbbing hardness. She watched him release his load off and breathe deeply while stroking.

He quickly got up and gave her a towel. "Clean up" he said. "Get dressed and come downstairs", he commanded, putting on a pair of shorts and walking out of the room.

She gathered her clothes and belongings and corrected herself in front of the mirror in a hurry.

"May I leave now?" She asked him as he was serving food onto the plate.