My eyes widened, almost ready to pop out of their sockets, while his remained dark, seductive, and dominating, demanding my compliance with just a look. His words echoed in my mind:
"Lift your dress for me..."
Those words rang in my ears again and again. I swallowed a large lump of my own saliva before nodding. He slowly sat back down in his seat and shouted,
"NO ONE WILL ENTER WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!"
"Yes, sir," I heard the trembling voices of the attendants reply.
His eyes were locked on me like a predator, and I couldn't bear to look back. My gaze fell to the floor as I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, thinking of nothing but him—our marriage, our relationship, our new life together. My hands slowly grasped the hem of my dress, pulling it up.
"More," he demanded.
I lifted it higher, obeying his command until he told me to stop. I let him see my soft, silk-white panties. His gaze was so intense that it made me feel something stir deep inside. I was about to rub my legs together when his rough hands grabbed both of them and pulled them into his lap. I looked at him with wide eyes, but his focus remained down there.
His rough fingers brushed against my toes, sending shivers through me as he softly traced each one, taking his time.
"H...ubby," I whispered, and his gaze shot back to my face, locking onto my eyes.
"You know, Birdy, how many times—FUCKING HOW MANY TIMES—I've touched myself, moaning your name?"
I flinched at his sudden outburst. "S...s...orry..." the word slipped from my lips in a soft, trembling voice.
"You should be, Birdy. You should be," he said in a raspy tone, one hand beginning to rub my thighs. I squirmed slightly in my seat.
"I want you to stay still, Birdy, because I'm going to touch you," he whispered in a deep, commanding voice. I gulped and nodded softly.
His hands caressed my thighs, his fingers squeezing the flesh before releasing it, leaving the area slightly pink.
"Fuck, Birdy, I'm going to grind my dick between these thighs," he said shamelessly, making my eyes widen again. His hands moved between my thighs, slightly above my knees, circling both of them before he bent down, licking the small space between them.
"FUCK, YOU SMELL AMAZING, EVEN FROM THIS FAR, BIRDY..."
Before I could process the situation, his other hand slid above my panties, pushing my thighs apart, and started rubbing me through the fabric.
My hand quickly moved to cover his, and when he looked at me with that smirk, I met his gaze, breathing heavily. He took my hand in his, guiding it to rub my own clothed pussy.
"H...ubby..."
"Shh..."
His speed increased, and we rubbed together. I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound.
"Is it wet, Birdy?" he asked huskily, his deep voice sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. I nodded, letting him know my answer.
"Let me feel it..." he said, placing my hand on my thigh and replacing it with his own. He rubbed his large, veiny hand over me, making me acutely aware of his presence down there.
"Fuck, Birdy, it's hot," he murmured, locking his eyes with mine. This time, neither of us looked away. He sped up his movements, and I felt my thighs grow wet with the heat between us.
Kian smirked at me as my body twitched with the force of my first orgasm. I took deep breaths, trying to steady myself. His hand reached for the fabric of my dress, pulling it back down to my feet.
"We're going to clean up at home, Birdy," he said, sitting up straight before ordering juice. I quickly looked down when the attendant arrived. After she left, I pouted.
"I don't like apple juice, Hubby..." I said softly, looking at him. His gaze shifted from blank to dark and angry.
"You'll finish it in one minute, Birdy. Your time starts now," he said coldly, checking his watch before turning his gaze back to me. I closed my eyes, bringing the glass to my lips.
I gulped it down quickly.
When I finished, I scrunched my face in disgust before looking at him. His gaze was still on me, but the anger had faded.
"I WANT TO SEE ALL YOUR EXPRESSIONS WHEN I FUCK YOU, BIRDY..."
I quickly gave him an awkward smile and nodded my head.
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UNWANTED DEVOTION
RomanceI was taught from birth, through force, how to be perfect for him, how to obey everything he said, and how to be his devoted follower. I was being prepared to become his perfect wife. But when he came, he brought someone else with him, making me the...