Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

Warning: Mature scene

The meeting went longer than I anticipated.

Sir called out for a last-minute meeting when one of our consignments was caught en route via sea. It was a rare occasion, and some of our deliveries were caught earlier too. That's when I come into the picture. To track the load and wipe any evidence that could lead to the gang.

Sir insisted on having dinner with me, and I had to agree. I couldn't let him know I was dying to meet my wife and then eat her as my dinner. Engrossed in those thoughts expecting Adah to be waiting for me like the other night, I opened the door.

I narrowed my eyes when a maid came into my view instead of my beautiful wife. No other staff members were allowed on the floor for security reasons. The same goes for surveillance, except on my floor, the rest of the mansion had cameras. After Rafi sold out that night, I had to up my security, and with cameras, it won't be difficult to hack and get intel. The lack of cameras was why the entire floor was out of bounds for the staff. How dare she enter my room.

"What are you doing in my room?"

The maid gaped at me in dread, frozen in her place.

"On whose order you dare to step your foot here?" I took a step to interrogate her when a familiar voice caught my attention, "Simrah, can you fill the bathtub with warm water?"

"Get out," I glared at the maid, and she didn't need to be told twice.

I approached the bathroom, and the sight made my heart skip a beat. With her back to me, Adah was in her undies, struggling to unhook her bra's clasp. With her hair bunched over one shoulder, my gaze trailed over my hand prints over her ass cheek and then on my bite marks on her shoulder. My cock came to life and twitched, hearing her bangles cling with her clumsy attempt.

"Can you unhook it?" she requested, assuming my presence to the maids.

My legs moved and stopped just behind her. With a flick of a finger, her bra came undone, and she sighed, murmuring, turning around, "Thank you, Simrah, please fill the tub with h—"

The moment she noticed me, she held her bra and gasped before stepping back. I fucking hate it when she pulls away from me, bringing up that wall of hers. Before she could create that distance, I wound my arm around her waist and stopped her from escaping. She was already panting, and when I pulled her closer, she trembled, knowing what was to come next.

"Aryan," she gulped.

"Next time you strip before a maid, I would gauge her eyes out," I warned, caressing her flushed cheek.

"I..I...wanted...bathtub.." she mumbled incoherently, fluttering her eyelids.

"Drop it," when I ordered, she hesitated and, after a few heartbeats, let go of her bra, lowering her eyes.

My hand shot out and cupped her breast. Her tits were my personal stress buster balls, and I loved how they fit perfectly in my palm. She shuddered when I grazed my thumb over her nipple.

"Were you stripping deliberately, Adah?" I teased, and her head raised hastily in panic, "No...I...wanted to bathe."

Stepping away from her, I tilted my head towards the bathtub and said, "Get in."

She stared at me wearily but obliged, ready to remove her bangles, but I stopped her. Something about them making a sound for the slightest of her moves became my new kink. Turning around, she removed her panty, stepped inside the bathtub, and gasped when the water from the showerhead hit her. I tested the water and changed the temperature to hot. I looked like I was eye fucking my wife, but I couldn't break my stare from her flushed skin. The warm temperature of the water made my mark stand out more. Especially the ones around her nipples. I licked my lower lip and bit it in a trance.