I, Ache Vol. III

Obsession | Madam Butterfly

Written by magicheart21

He sat across from Anna, his fiancée, on the table. He watched her carefully tuck her long and shiny hair behind her ear, her thick lashes fluttered as she spoke softly with her full red lips.

He straightened his glasses and collar before thanking her parents for dinner. 

She smiled at him timidly as her hand glided over her hair to flatten a non-existent stray hair from her neatly pulled back bun. 

His lips automatically curled up in a smile. How she blushed from a mere stare from him amazed Mark. Those were little things about her that warmed his heart.

Little things that told Mark she loved him. Little things that made him love her more.

Theirs was a perfect match. Both were admired for their good looks and social status. Mark was a well-respected businessman who worked his way to the top while Anna was the sole-heiress to a very wealthy family known for their traditional  and very conservative background.

They have been together for three years before Mark proposed. They loved each other dearly but they did not share  affection like most couples. 

The most intimate they ever got was a few romantic kisses in a dimly lit room.

Not that Mark didn't want to, or Anna refuse to, in fact the mere sight of her slender body even in those unflattering and old-fashioned  long dresses she liked to wear electrified him.

He would kiss her deeply and unzip her dress. He would fondle her soft mounds and rub her nub through her silk panties. She would let him and respond to his every move, longing... waiting...but at some point he would stop, like hitting a wall.  For some reason, there was always something amiss.

Mark would apologize and Anna would then resort to her usual excuse of waiting for the perfect time or after they're married.

His future wife maybe oblivious about it but Mark has a secret that he knew maybe the cause of their problem.

He has kept it all those years but as their wedding day approached, he felt that he should finally come clean about it and accept whatever consequences it would bring.

But first, he must indulge if it were to be his last time. 

Every Saturday night, Mark would go to a secret meeting and Anna won't be able to reach him the whole night.

It was odd but she did not question him and Mark couldn't be more relieved.

He would go to a covert mansion behind the hills outside the city and there he would live his secret life and gratify his obsession.

In that protected sanctuary, men and women with the same fixation as Mark, pay thousands of bucks to keep their identities secured and satisfy their unusual craving.

He stepped out of his black sports car in his black suit and tie and white polymer mask that covered half of his face. 

Even with the mask on, Mark is undeniably gorgeous with his tall and toned body, smoky eyes, tall nose and pink lips.

After flashing his ring to the receptionist in a red corset, feathery hat and fishnet stockings, he was ushered into the house.

The mansion was designed like huge boudoir with dim lights, red and black draperies, crystal chandeliers and bronze candelabras.