EroticReverie

Angelina Ares 

It's been a week since our wedding night. A week since my husband has tried to touch me, and I almost want him to try again. Because I've been spending every day , just waiting for him to flip a switch, haul off and slap me, yell at me, or throw me against a wall or on the floor and take me. He told me that night, he wouldn't fuck me unless we both wanted it, but I know the type of man he is, the type of men they all are. It's only a matter of time before he gets impatient, grows tired of waiting or playing whatever game it is he's trying with me. 

He's gone in the mornings when I wake up, and i'm asleep before he gets home. I've slept each night, in his bed, as expected, but he never comes. I don't know where he sleeps in the massive estate, nor do I really care, and I won't seek him out either. I also  don't know where exactly he goes, or what he does after he leaves in the morning, but I know whatever he's gone for and doing, has to do with the society, and therefor, isn't anything good or anything I wish to fucking know about.  I suppose I was no better than my own mother. While I wasn't brainwashed...I was definitely a bystander. Letting myself become a fucking pawn in the fucked up world of the society. My body given to a man, just so my father could climb in power and status. 

There's too many fucking rooms in this place. I've been here a fucking week, and still haven't seen it all. It took me a few days to warm up to the other people I see around the estate. There's the gardeners that are constantly working from dawn till dusk on the lawn, the bushes and shrubbery, and hedges, and trees on Kane King's property. I do have to admit...it's a beautiful property. The estate itself is a bit much, but the grounds....they're stunning.  The estate itself is u-shaped. With a general courtyard of flowers, a giant fountain and plenty of stone benches and other places to sit. Past the courtyard the land rolls out, trees, a canopy of trees that line a path to a giant gazebo, more hedges, and bushes, and pathways, leading through garden after garden. It seems to go on forever. 

It's mid afternoon when I decide that I'm going to explore more of the grounds. Walking through the maze of hedges, finding little hidden fountain spaces, small hidden gardens, and it's pretty god damn magical. I wonder if Kane ever even enjoys it? As I walk through the hedge maze, letting my fingers skim over the perfectly flat trimmed greenery, I wonder if Kane's ever been in this spot exactly, has he ever touched what I'm touching? Were men like him even capable of enjoying simple things? Did he take the time to ever enjoy the things granted to him by the awful things he did to earn them? I pull my fingers from hedge, the thought of all of this being here because of the the things he's done, putting a damper on the experience of enjoying it. 

I make my way through the hedge maze, and smile at the tunnel ahead of me, under the canopy of trees and blossoms that hang down. Petals littering the grass and the slightly beaten path in the grass to the gazebo. I look up and down as I walk through the different types of trees, the white and pink, and soft purple colored flowers hanging overhead and petals fluttering down as the wind blows slightly. I'd come here everyday, I decide. At least there's something good here for me, this spot, this escape. 

I come up to the gazebo , my feet moving up the white wooden steps , vines and flowers cover the posts. There's a white wooden seating, that goes all the way around the side and back. I sit, and I stare out to the large pond that sits further out on the land, with fountains. There's a tiny little dock, and a small row boat. No, he's never been in that boat. I'm sure of that much. I can't picture six foot five, murderous Kane King relaxing in a row boat on his pond, which is pretty much the size of a small lake. 

I sit there for I don't know how long,then I kick off my sandals, and lay on the bench, and pretend I'm all alone, truly all alone. That i'm not on the property of a rich bastard I was forced to marry. I pretend that I'm not Angelina Ares-Kane, a daughter of the society. I pretend that this magical spot on this wretched earth, is only mine, and that nothing can touch me. I pretend that when I wake up, my entire life will have been a hellish nightmare. That i'll wake up in the arms of a good man, a normal man. I fall asleep with that prayer in my mind. 

But when I wake up....it's dusk...the sun is setting ....and I'm in the arms of a man....but he's not good...he's not normal....he's cruel....he's wicked....and he's unfortunately still my husband.

"What are you doing?" I ask, my body just having been lifted from my napping space on the bench of his gazebo. My legs over his one arm, his other arm holding me at my back. 

"You were sleeping." he huffs, nearly inaudibly. I look around, as he steps down. My bare toes wiggle slightly. 

" My shoes" I say as I look at them on the bench behind us. 

"You'll survive." he huffs, and keeps walking.

I'm quiet for several moments.

"I can walk." I say, finally breaking the weird silence. Why the hell was he carrying me? Why was he home before dark? Why wouldn't he just leave me alone? Was he taking me to his room? Taking me to bed? Was he finally done waiting for me to "Want" him? 

He lets my legs go, dropping his arm, my legs dropping and he sets me to my feet. 

"Then walk." he says, gesturing towards the estate. 

I bite my tongue. Not even sure what I want to say, but just knowing I'm annoyed. 

I walk and he walks beside me, and I walk over the pebbles of the courtyard and then shake my feet of the tiny pebbles sticking to them before going inside.

"Don't fucking do that ever again." he growls as I go to escape somewhere else away from him. But I stop, and I turn. 

"I....." I pause. I was confused. He sounds pissed. What does he think I did? 

"I...I didnt do anything?" I say, but it comes out like a question.

His nostrils flare and he looks at me, up and down, I just blink.

"I...I don't know what I did." I say.

He walks over to me and I hold my breath. When he gets close, within striking distance. I squeeze my eyes shut, and a pathetic, terrified noise , squeaks from my mouth. This is it, I'm going to get slapped. I've done something wrong. He's angry. He's REALLY angry. I could tell by the way he  looked at me while walking over to me, he's mad, just like he was on our wedding night. Except worse. And now, now he was going to make me pay for whatever it was I did wrong. Did I even do anything wrong? Society men had tempers, and sometimes would take a bad day out on their wives, without her having done anything wrong at all. I would know, I'd seen my father do it enough to my mother. 

I'm fucking shaking, afraid to open my eyes. I fucking yelp as his hand touches me. Softly...under my chin, a single finger, tipping my chin up. 

"Look at me Angelina." he says. I'm shaking, shivering as I open my eyes, his green eyes on mine. I swallow hard. 

His eyes go to my mouth and I try to stop panting ,and breathing so heavy. But i'm fucking panicked and don't know what he's about to do. 

"The next time you leave this house...even if it's on grounds....you tell  me where you're going." he says and I blink. I nod a few times.

"Okay." I say, obediently. It wasn't an awful request. I'd have to pick my battles. This wasn't one I thought worth arguing over. 

He reaches into his suit jacket, pulling out my cellphone and taking my hand turning my palm up, and placing it in my hand, then forcing my fingers closed around it. 

"This stays on you. It stays charged. When I call, when I text, you answer. Do you understand me?" he asks and I nod again.

"yes" I answer him, as his nostrils flare.

"Good." he growls. "Now, go get ready for dinner, I have reservations. I want you back down here in twenty minutes, don't make me come get you or have to call you." he says and I nod. 

"There's a dress for you on the bed, along with shoes in a box. Jewelry I want you to wear on the top of the center dresser in the closet. Leave your hair down. No fucking makeup either." he says and then turns.

I open my mouth, my brows pinching. But I shut my mouth as I watch him run a hand through his thick black hair and into the other room. If Kane King wanted to dress me up, and that was it? Why would I choose to argue that? If that's all he was asking, I needed to swallow my pride and fucking play dress up for him. Because I wasn't stupid. If this was all he was asking of me, and following these simple instructions meant, he wasn't going to beat me or rape me like I knew he very would could and still might? Then I'd do it. And, he was taking me out to dinner??? Why? It must be some kind of society dinner, and he has to bring me with him , to "show me off" to the other members. I roll my eyes to myself. 

I put on the jewelry first. A delicate diamond choker, that fits my neck at the base as if he had it measured just for me. I place the matching bracelet around my wrist, and fit the small diamond earrings, into my ears and then leave my hair down , but sweep it up on one side, pinning it back with a thin silver barrette. I slip the red strappy heels on next, and then pull on the red satin gown. I step into it, pulling it up, sliding my arms into the thin straps. The gown just hits the floor and fits tight around my torso and hips, but flares just a touch right below my hips and mid thigh. I struggle with the zipper at the back, and for several minutes try to zip it up and huff , giving up, leaving the few inches at the top left unzipped. 

I'm downstairs in exactly twenty minutes , my feet hitting the marble floor of the foyer, and Kane's eyes followed me the whole way down the curved staircase. Eyes that made me feel them every single place they landed. My face, my breasts, my hips, my feet as they peeked out under my gown, my tits again, my tits, my tits, my tits. Yes, Kane King clearly was a fan of them. I ignore the blatant stare, his eyes locked on them as I walk over.

I let my eyes lift, and his lock mine in place as they stare back at me. 

"You look like sin." he practically groans, and I swallow. 

"So do you." I say, both of us knowing that my statement, was not a compliment, unlike his. 

The corner of his mouth lifts slightly. His eyes raking over my face , on my mouth. 

"Let's go..wife." he says and then gestures to the front door. I swallow, saying nothing and then step ahead of him, to his side and walk to the door. 

I gasp when his hand grabs my wrist, and I'm spun around, and his arm swings behind my back Kane King pulls me hard against his chest. My tits smashing against his chest, as my hands fly up and push against his shoulders. 

"what are you-" I start to ask, panicking again. This is it...he's going to take what he wants from me, going to...

I feel his other hand leave my wrist and go my mid back, the other arm still holding me against him. I gasp as I hear the zipper, feel the fabric pulling tighter as the last few inches of my dress are zipped shut. My mouth is going dry, from how hard I'm breathing, open mouth, heart pounding. I thought he was going to hurt me...to do something to me...and he'd...he'd just zipped me up...and somehow made it feel dangerous...made it feel...like more than I wanted it to be. 

I blink at him. 

"thank you" I say simply, my breath catching as his hand slides up the top of my bare back, to the nape of my neck. 

"You're welcome , wife." he says, then dips his head down, to the side and for the briefest moment, I forget who Kane King is, what he does. Because his lips brush right below my ear, his warm breath against my skin, his nose against my earlobe breathing against it. 

"so fucking beautiful" he barely murmurs, and then kisses my neck again, and then is pulling away, leaving me stunned, taking my hand, and pulling me out of the house along side of him.