On the fifth day she wakes up early, knowing that he will be home today. She gets ready for the day by taking an hour long shower, making sure that she is ready for him. In the back of her mind she imagines all the things that he'll do to her.
She thinks of the ways he would torture her body with his. She imagines all the sinful things she's been dying to do to him. She'd tease him, hurt him and use him. He'd be her slave and she his master. After almost a week apart from her psychotic husband, she finds herself with similar intentions.
She doesn't expect him home for a few hours so she doesn't get dressed up yet. Instead she ties a maroon velvet robe around her waist as she exits her room and enters the empty hall.
Her sights are set on the dining room, desperate for breakfast, but suddenly she stops in her tracks. Just a door or two down the hall, lustful sounds pour out of her husband's office. She immediately recognizes the sounds and slowly makes her way toward them.
"Fuck," she hears the recording and her cheeks flush pink as she rounds the corner into the room. Her eyes meet his instantly, though his gaze is glued on the screen in front of him. She had pictured this moment so differently.
She knew that he would pounce on her as soon as he got home. She dreamed of how he would conquer her without a word. He'd wake her from her sleep if he had to- and yet here he is.
His eyes are pink from embarrassment, his eyes hanging low in torment as he watches the clip over and over again. He knows she is there, but he cannot face her. "Hello, darling." He licks his lips, suddenly pausing the surveillance footage he's been watching restlessly.
"You're home." She breathes out, her heart beating against her rib cage, threatening to make its way out of her chest. "I am." He finally looks up, trying to hide just how much he craves her.
She stares back at him, waiting for him to make a move, but he only stares back. This cat and mouse game only gets better with every second that passes. "I see you completed your 'mission'?" She crosses her arms, intentionally pressing her breasts closer together.
He notices and decides to play along, "As did you?" He turns his attention back to the shiny laptop, pressing play on the video. Again, her moans pour from the device and she finds herself embarrassed. Has she always been that loud?
Instead of showing just how bashful she is, she tilts her head toward the video and listens carefully. "I did," she smirks, "Several times." Angrily, Alaric jumps out of his seat causing her to take a step back. He stares down at her with dead eyes as he wraps a hand around her neck and pushes her to the wall.
She gasps and blushes at the same time. His grip isn't nearly as strong as she would have hoped. He on the other hand fears that he'll break her, like she's a rare and special artifact. One strong gust of wind and she is gone. He is as gentle as he can be while also letting go into some of his urges.
She doesn't protest or fight him off, instead her strong heart beat begins to thump between her legs. She wants him, even more than before. She wants his evil and his crazy. Perhaps she likes this side more.
"Why'd you stop?" She smirks as he only stares down at his hand that presses her against the wall. His jaw clenches, but his eyes are lost. He can't read her right now, his adrenaline blurring his vision and his judgment.
"Do you want this?" He asks through gritting teeth, but she does not speak. Instead, she runs her hands up her velvet robe to the front, grabbing ahold of the knot. His eyes trail down as she unties it, peeling it open for him to see her freshly bathed figure.
"Fuck," he groans as if he is already being touched, like he is being edged- as if they've been doing this for hours. His eyes trace her erect nipples, eager to bite the nub. His gaze goes down further to her round stomach, each stretch mark being another reason why he needs her so badly.
And then he looks at her beautiful core. His head is snapping back up to hers, finding a cocky smile spread across her face. "You can't have me unless I say so." She speaks with such sternness that he finds himself blushing again. They both know she is right and he trembles at the thought of her depriving him of it.
Stunned, his grip loosens and he lets her go, desperate for any sign of demand. "Good." She smirks, closing her robe once again, his eyes widening, confused. "We have a party to attend tonight," she smirks at him, "I'll see you then."
He watches her plump behind as she walks away, but is taken back when she suddenly turns around. "Oh and don't even think about pleasuring yourself." She throws him a teasing glare before finally leaving the room.
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As much as she wants him, she can't help but smirk at herself. She didn't think her plan would work so well. Yet here she is, getting ready for the party, no sign of her husband.
Today, she sports a gorgeous backless dress that is less than knee length. Her hair is up again to show off her golden necklace and pale neck. She wears golden heels that match perfectly with her jewels. She throws on several pieces just to accentuate just how high class she is.
"Ms. Kneeling," Malcolm knocks before entering the room, "Your husband is waiting for you in the foyer." Nodding she takes one last glance at herself in the mirror before leaving the room. She follows close behind her butler, down the hall and into the foyer.
Once there her attention goes straight to Alaric. His outfit is composed of maroon and gold like her, though he throws in a few black pieces. He wears a black button up with deep maroon dress pants. He doesn't bother with a tie, and decorates his body in gold, the same way she does.
He seems less formal today, yet he looks like a million dollars. Her jaw nearly drops at the sight of him, his beard and hair now lined up nicely. Her stomach growls for some action, but she pretends she doesn't notice. "Ready, darling?" He holds a hand out to her, smiling sweetly as if he isn't undressing her with his eyes.
Nodding she takes his hand and follows him out the front doors. It is almost sunset, so their jewels glow against the dusk light, just the way Alaric likes. Dusk is his favorite time of day, next to night of course. Its when he does his best work, but he is too distracted to notice the lessening sunlight.
Instead he eyes the woman who leads them to the limo, watching as she enters the maroon vehicle. He slips in after her, smiling at Malcolm who shuts it just after he is sat. Again they are left in a confined space, his neediness growing by the minute.
"You look stunning." He peers down at the beauty beside him, not noticing how much she needs him as well. "You too," she smiles, "You look very handsome." His mouth twitches when a smile spreads across his face.
"I wonder if my mother will apologize today," she suddenly scoffs, "My father was always very strict about our appearance." "No matter," He intertwines his fingers with hers, "They are of little importance now." Nodding, she turns her attention to the windows, watching as the world slowly starts to pass them.
"Darling?" He strokes her hand with his free one, "Have you bled?" The question is random but important. She is caught off guard but shakes her head, never turning to face him. He is excited by her answer, eager to have an heir to his business- connections. If they keep this up, they'll have a small army in no time.
Gently he pulls her hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against it. Though, its not for her. Instead its for the child that she'll carry. The one that she may be carrying now. A boy. A girl. It doesn't matter. He'd be just as lucky to have either.
