Veil of Deception: The Replacement wife

🔥Just the beginning 🔥

Sorry it's kinda longer than normal

As we got into the car, my heart was racing, and I could barely take in the world around me. My body was still tingling from what had just happened, and I stole a look at him, the memory of his touch still lingering on my body.

He caught me looking, and a smirk played on his lips as if he could read my thoughts.

His hand lay on my thigh. "You look like you're in a whole other world," he said, slightly amused as his thumb brushed my thigh.

I shook my head, laughing softly. "I guess I'm still processing everything."

He leaned closer. I felt his warm breath against my ear as he whispered, "Good. That's exactly where I want you to be, lost in me. I'm going to make sure you don't have a single thought that's not about us."

His words made the heat form in my stomach again.

We pulled up to a villa; its walls gleamed under the sun. The villa was breathtaking, with a pool and a private beach.

I attempted to open my door before it was pulled closed.

"Not." He says, softly scolding me.

He opened his side and helped me out.

He stood beside me as he watched me with a satisfied smile. "What do you think, baby?" he asked as he slipped his arm around my waist.

"It's beautiful," I whispered. "I can't believe it is real."

"Oh, it's real," he murmured, turning to face me. "And this is just the beginning."

He took my hand, leading me inside the villa. The air was cool and scented with tropical flowers. There was a soft sound of waves crashing in the distance. The moment we entered the bedroom, the mood shifted. His grip on my hand tightened slightly as he closed the door behind us.

He turned to face me. "I've been waiting for this moment," he said softly, his eyes full of lust.

I swallowed hard as he stepped closer; my heart beat faster with each step. His hands find my waist, pulling me to him, his mouth claiming mine.

His lips left mine, only to trail a slow path along my jawline and down to my neck. I felt his hands sliding down my arms. Until he reached my wrists. He gripped them tightly, raising them above my head in a swift motion. My breath stilled as he pinned them against the wall behind me, his body pressing into mine, trapping me in place.

"You know what happens next, don't you, baby?" He asked with a low voice.

I nodded, and I felt my heart race faster. His other hand came up, and his fingers gripped my jaw firmly, tilting my head so that our eyes met. "Use your words, Scarlet. I want to hear you say it."

"Yes," I breathed out, my voice barely a whisper. "I know."

He released my jaw but kept my wrists firmly pinned, his other hand slowly slipping down my body, teasing every inch of me along the way. His fingers moved down to the waistband of my dress before pulling it down slowly.

The cool air hit my skin as my dress pooled at my feet. Leaving me vulnerable and exposed beneath his hungry eyes. He leaned in, lips brushing against my ear. "You're all mine now," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.

He growled. "On your knees, Scarlet."

Without hesitation, I sank to the floor in front of him, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked up at him.

He looked down at me. The hunger in his eyes sent another thrill through my body as I waited for his next move. His hand reached down, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice dripping with approval. His grip tightened just enough to keep me where he wanted me. "Look at you, kneeling for me like you were made for it."

His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, his eyes never leaving mine as he toyed with the sensitive skin. "Open your mouth for me, baby," he whispered, his voice soft but firm.

I parted my lips, obeying without hesitation, the vulnerability and submission sinking deeper into my core. His gaze darkened as his thumb slipped past my lips, pressing gently against my tongue.

"That's it," he praised softly. "Such a perfect little thing for me. You'll do anything I ask, won't you?"

I nodded, the weight of his thumb on my tongue making it hard to speak, but I didn't need to. He knew the answer.

His fingers tightened in my hair again, pulling me even closer as his thumb slid from my mouth. "Show me how much you want to please me," he commanded as his voice dropped lower.

I leaned forward, my breath hitching as I undone his pants and slid his underwear and boxers down.

I swallowed my spit before I wrapped my hand around his shaft and licked it slowly.

I heard his sharp intake of breath as I began. I could feel his dominance around me, his grip on my hair guiding me, controlling every movement. Forcing me to take more of him down my throat, he seemed unbothered by my small gags. His fingers tightened, and a low growl escaped his throat.

"Just like that," he murmured. "You're so good for me."

The weight of his praise sent another wave of heat through my body. I felt my skin flush.

His grip on my hair tightened again, pulling me back just enough for our eyes to meet. His expression was dark, filled with lust.

"Enough," he growled, pulling me up with a swift motion. I stood before him. In one powerful move, he turned me around my back against him.

"Do you know what happens to good girls who please me?" He whispered against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "They get rewarded."

I shuddered, my body already responding to his words before he even acted. His fingers moved quickly, stripping away the last barrier between us, leaving me exposed beneath him once again.

His touch was rough as he pushed me into position, bending me over the bed.

His hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as he positioned himself behind me. My body was screaming for him to take me, to claim me.

And when he finally did, the force of his thrusts was powerful and commanding, each one driving home to the point that my breath was taken away.

One hand rubbed my bud, and the other found its way around my throat, slightly squeezing it.

"Say it." He demanded, "Say who you belong to."

I whimper. "You," I whisper, my voice barely audible as he roughly thrust into me.

His grip on my throat tightened slightly. "louder." He demanded me.

"I belong to you." I cry out as my body starts to tremble from pleasure.

"That's right." He growled.

With one more powerful thrust, he pushed me over the edge. My body is shaking from release. He followed soon after.

I felt a shiver of delight run through me at his words, my body still tingling from the intense release. As he finally pulled back, his gaze locked onto mine, filled with a mixture of satisfaction and something darker, something possessive.

"You're amazing," I whispered, my voice coming out shaky. I turned my head to meet his eyes.

His lips curled into a smirk. "I know," he replied, his voice low and teasing. "But don't think this is over. Not by a long shot."

"You're mine, Scarlet," he growled, his voice still thick with desire. "And I'm going to remind you of that every single time you forget who you belong to, your little running away punishment isn't quite over yet."

He shifted closer, his fingers tracing the outline of my jaw, his touch gentle yet possessive, as if he were marking me as his own.

He reached for the bag he had stashed nearby, pulling out a few items that made my heart race. My eyes widened as I saw the soft leather cuffs, the silky blindfold, and a few toys.

"First," he said, picking up the cuffs, "let's make sure you understand the meaning of surrendering and being mine."

With a firm yet gentle grip, he guided my wrists together, fastening the cuffs around them. He secured the cuffs to the bedpost.

"Now, my beautiful wife," he said as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear, "I am going to put this blindfold on you."

He slid the blindfold on, leaving me in complete darkness.

He murmured, his hands trailing down my body, teasing the sensitive skin along my sides and down to my thighs. "I'm going to make you feel incredible a few more times. Every time you think of me, you will remember that you are mine."

I shivered at his touch, my body tingling in response as he explored every inch of me.

"Open your legs for me," he commanded softly, and I obeyed.

"Good girl," he praised. I feel him position himself between my legs. "You're doing so well."

I felt him press against my most sensitive spot.

He moved with purpose, his fingers expertly teasing and exploring until I was breathless and desperate for more.

"Please," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper, the words escaping my lips as a plea for release.

"Not yet," he replied. "I want to hear you beg for it. I want to know just how much you need me."

I felt the pressure building within me, but he skillfully held me just on the edge.

"Scarlet," he said, his voice thick with authority, "tell me how much you want it or I stop completely."

"I want it so badly," I gasped, my body shaking with need. "I need you—please!"

"Louder," he commanded.

"I need you!" I cried, desperation lacing my words. "I need you so much!"

"Good girl," he murmured, his fingers picking up speed, pushing me closer to the brink. "Now, let go for me. Let me feel you."

With those final words, I surrendered completely. The wave of pleasure crashed over me.

As I came down from the high, he withdrew his fingers, the loss leaving me breathless and wanting more. He leaned in, his lips brushing softly against mine as I regained my senses.

"You did so well," he whispered. I felt his fingers gently push along my jawline.

I felt the softness of something against my skin. My body reacted immediately, muscles tense in both surprise and delight.

"What was that?" I asked breathlessly.

"Just a little surprise," he said, his voice dripping with mischief. "You'll learn to love it."

He trailed the object a feather, and I realized gently along my legs, moving in delicate patterns that had me arching into his touch, desperate for more.

"Feel that?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "The way your body responds to every little touch?"

I nodded, my heart racing as he continued to tease me, the feather gliding up and down my thighs, brushing against the sensitive skin where my inner thighs met my core.

"Tell me how it feels," he commanded softly.

"It feels... amazing," I confessed, my voice trembling with need. "I can't—"

He interrupted with a playful chuckle. "You can't what? You can't handle it? Or you can't get enough?"

"Both!" I admitted, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

"Good answer," he said, his tone teasing yet authoritative. "Let's push those boundaries a bit more."

Suddenly, the feather was replaced by something warmer, his fingers gliding over my skin, teasingly close yet not quite touching where I needed him most.

"Are you ready for more?" he asked, his voice smooth as silk.

"Yes," I breathed.

He shifted, and I felt something new—a light tug against my wrists as he pulled the cuffs taut, a reminder of my submission. "You're completely at my mercy right now," he said.

I hear him reach for another toy, the sensation of something cool and hard making my breath catch in my throat. "This," he said, "is going to take you to new heights."

"What is it?" I asked, curiosity mingling with excitement.

"You'll find out soon enough," he teased. "Just trust me."

I felt him place something cool and firm against my lips, gently coaxing them apart. "Open for me," he commanded softly, and I obeyed hesitantly, feeling the smooth, textured surface of a gag slip into my mouth. He secures it in place.

"Perfect," he said. "Now, you're completely at my mercy."

My heart raced at his words. The gag heightened my sense of vulnerability, making every brush of his fingers against my skin feel magnified.

"You know what I love most about this?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "It's how responsive you are. Your body knows how to react to me. Because it belongs to me."

I couldn't reply, the gag muffled my words, but my body responded with a soft whimper.

He chuckled softly.

"Let's see just how much more you can take."

I could feel his breath against my skin, hot and heavy, as he leaned closer. His fingers grazed closer to my core, teasing me just enough to keep the fire burning. "You're so eager," he noted. But I think you can handle a little more."

Suddenly, I felt something different, something una vibration against my sensitive skin. "What is that?" I managed to ask, but it came out as gibberish over the gag.

"Huh? Oh, this..it's just a little toy to keep things interesting," he replied, amusement lacing his words.

The vibrations pulsed against me, the sensation sending waves of pleasure over me. I gasped, my body arching towards the source of the pleasure.

"Does that feel good?" he asked.

I nodded vigorously.

"Good," he said. "Because I want you to let go completely. Focus only on what I'm doing to you."

He suddenly entered me again and moved in perfect sync with the toy, working together to drive me to the brink once more.

"You're so close," he growled. "Just let it go; come for me. Show me what I do to you."

And then, with a final push, I fell off the edge, the sound of my muffled cries filling the air as I let go.

As I came down from that high, I felt him gently removing the gag, my breath coming in shaky gasps. "You did so well, baby," he whispered. "I'm so proud of you."