EroticReverie

Angelina Ares

"Mmmm" Kane hums low and primal as he stares at the part of me he's yet to claim, the part of me I'd offered to him on our wedding night, just as I was supposed to. Yet he'd left the room when I wouldn't get wet for him. When he'd failed to turn me on.

My mind is racing with a million questions. Why was he pretending to be any different than the other men of the society? I've heard dozens of stories of women in the Society, the horrors of their wedding nights, the bruises and marks left on their skin from the men who'd claimed them. Why was he playing this sick fucking game? Why did he want me to believe he was any better than the others? I wanted to believe I'd been blessed with a less evil man than the rest, but I just couldn't believe it. It wasn't possible , and he was just toying with me, waiting, biding his time till he would surely hurt me. He says he won't hit me, but I don't believe him. I don't know why he's bothering to act like he's above hitting me, if he's just going to do it anyways. I know he will. They all do.

Power is their drug. Power over everything, especially women. I knew the men bragged about their "power" to other society men. I'd overheard my father countless times, speak to other society members in our home and at events. It's not like it was a secret, they had no reason to hush themselves, they wanted everyone and anyone to hear. So hearing about the sick ways they tortured and raped women was like talking about the weather. It was natural. It was normal. It was what the Society agreed was acceptable. It was a mans world, and it belonged to these monsters. 

"You are fucking beautiful" Kane says, his hands on my inner thighs, his eyes still on the apex of my thighs. I want to slam my legs shut. I want to kick him in the head and run. I want to scream and fight against him, but instead I sit there, my privates on display, my legs open and shame coursing through me, knowing I'm nothing but Kane King's whore now. 

I'd found a place to escape to in this gazebo earlier, where I could clear my head and think of nothing, and just listen to the wind and the birds and smell the garden of flowers, and now this spot would forever be tainted with this memory. I'd have to find a new spot. 

Kane's hands slip up my thighs, making tremble. 

"Are you scared?" he asks, his eyes lifting to mine. He's devastatingly handsome, but my eyes only see him for the monster that I know he is. 

"Yes." I answer honestly. 

"Take a deep breath." He says softly, the air from his lips whispering over my pussy and I shiver. 

I inhale shakily, my breath catching as I feel his hands knead in the inside of my thighs.

"Good." he says when I exhale just as nervously. "Another."

I take another breath , this one fuller, the cool night air cooling my lungs, filling them, my chest lifting slightly, his eyes going from my eyes to my breasts as they push up slightly with my deep breath, and he watches them settle. 

"Good." he says, his eyes coming up to mine, his hands slipping to the top of my thighs, up over my stomach, over the material of my dress and I gasp as he slides his thumbs along the deep plunging neckline of my dress, curling his thumbs around the fabric as he pulls it to the side, exposing my breasts. I feel the cold air hit them, sending my nipples into hard points, his eyes on them, watching them, his gaze making them even harder. 

"You are unbelievable, easily the most perfect thing I've ever laid eyes on." he says and his hands softly cup the undersides of my breasts and I swallow hard. 

"How could I ever hurt something so fucking precious?" he mutters, and I'm not even sure if he's talking to me, his eyes are on my breasts still, his thumbs slipping over the inner part of my breast and then passing over my hard nipples. I tremble slightly, feeling the gentle tug it makes on the sensitive points as his thumb pushes past them. 

"I'm going to taste you now" he says as his hands slip back down, leaving my breasts as my nipples tingle with a feeling that I don't want. They want more, they want his touch. Any touch really. I don't want his hands on me, but my body does. 

His hands grab my thighs and he slips his hands under them, into the back of my knees and then he's lifting my feet from the ground and pushing my legs up towards me. He pushes my knees apart even wider and groans.

"You're going to be the sweetest fucking thing I've ever tasted, I already know it...I've always known it...god, you're perfect" he groans as his eyes go from my pussy, to my breasts, to my face and his eyes lock on mine. 

"Everything i've done....is worth it, now that YOU , are my wife" he says and my mouth drops open as his his opens and his tongue licks me. I feel it travel from where there's a dull ache at my center, up to my clit, his tongue slipping between my lips in a slow upward stroke of his warm, wet tongue. 

"oh fuck" he groans , sucking air through his teeth, and then glaring where his tongue just traveled. His jaw is clenched and he licks his lips, then his tongue is taking another long , even slower lick, and I hiss inward, my hands pushing to the wooden bench of the gazebo.  

His tongue is making me wet, and it's sliding easier along my pussy with each lick he takes, his tongue dragging over every part of me as he takes another, and another, groaning and cursing as he keeps going. 

"Let me fucking taste you" he growls, his eyes lifting to mine. 

"Let me taste my fucking wife....tell me what to do to make your pussy want this....I want you dripping on my fucking tongue" he groans and before I can even answer, his tongue is pushing at my core, slipping inside, a low primal growl leaving him as he closes his eyes, as if he's dulling his other senses, just to let the sense of taste be stronger while he plunges his tongue further, his face pressed against me between my legs and I let out a cry. 

It felt good, no matter how much I didn't want it to. His tongue sliding out and back to my clit, his tongue licking at the spot I'd touched on my own more times than I could count. 

"P-please...s-stop" I pant , begging, tears filling my eyes. I didn't want to feel the pleasure of it. I didn't want him to make me feel anything at all. 

"Why?" he groans, taking another lick of my clit, and then sucking it gently, pulling, and pulling with his lips, my nails digging into the wood of the bench.

"P-please stop" I say, my legs fucking shaking as I arch my back,pushing at the bench trying to get away. 

I yelp when his arms wrap around my thighs and he tugs my ass back towards the edge of the bench and sucks harder on my clit and I let out a loud scream. 

"n-no" I shake my head, tears rolling down my cheeks. "stop, stop" 

"tell me why" he growls against my clit, then pulls his mouth from me, his lips wet, his eyes dropping down, and licks his lips and I whimper, tears soaking my cheeks.

"mm...that's why." he says and I feel the tip of his finger as it collects the arousal starting to drip from me. 

"Why would you to tell me stop, when we both know it feels good Angelina?" he asks and then pushes that finger up and the tip of it, pushes over my clit, making me shake, even the lightest touch, making my legs quiver and the reaction my body has, is making my lower lip tremble. 

"Please stop...please" I cry and he looks at me. 

"I'm a smart man Angelina...I know the reaction your body has to me, means nothing when it come to how you actually feel towards me...I know you don't want it to feel good...but it does....the proof is right here sweetheart..." he says as his finger traces down lightly to my pussy again, sweeping over the wet center, his finger tip pushing just slightly against my entrance, tracing it, sliding his finger tip around it. 

"You can hate me all you want...but why deny yourself pleasure? To prove a point ? You've proved it....but you ARE my wife...whether I lick this gorgeous pussy or not....it's still mine...hate me Angelina.....but why not let me taste you, while you do? ....hmm?" he asks, and I watch as his thumb moves to my clit and he rubs it softly and I whimper. A small grin crosses his lips.

"That feels good, hmm?" he whispers. "Let me make you feel even better...this is your life now...with me....take advantage of the fact that I want nothing else in this world right now, other than to make you fucking cum for me." he growls through his teeth and looks to his thumb and groans.

"God, your cunt is so pretty" he exhales and then moves his thumb away and then his tongue takes it place and I let out a cry. His lips wrapping around my clit and sucking again, he groans, his eyes up on me again, as I watch him groan and move his mouth over my clit, his tongue slipping against it while he sucks. My breaths leaving in bursts, as I pant and wince, and close my eyes, squeezing them shut tightly as he keeps going, making it feel better than anything I've ever felt. 

"mm, fuck" he groans and my eyes open as his mouth leaves my clit, and I open them , watching his stare at the wetness that I know he wanted, his tongue laps it up, starting at my ass and going to where it's all flooding from and he sucks my pussy, the slurping noises are obscene, and he groans loudly , his tongue licking again and again at the part of me that is proving to him, to me, that my body wants this. 

"please" I cry. "Please, stop" 

"No" he says gruffly and then sucks my clit again and I cry out.

"You're my fucking wife...and you will cum for me...because you deserve to fucking cum Angelina...you fucking deserve this...so fucking take it...let yourself have this...let go...and cum all over my tongue like i've imagined you doing for years" he groans. 

"Give it to me Angelina...every sweet fucking drop" he says as he sucks my clit harder, his tongue working, and I can feel it, feel the building of pressure, the thump of the pulse between my legs as a part of me deep inside aches for release.

"no, oh god" I cry.

"yes" he growls. 

"Kane! Please!" I nearly scream and he groans loudly. 

"Fuck yes, cmon" he growls , his lips stopping long enough just to encourage me. 

"please, please, please" I pant no longer sure if I'm begging him to stop. Cause it hits me before I can decipher exactly what I'm pleading for. 

"Kane!" I cry his name. In frustration, in pleasure, in anger, for making me do this, for making me wet, for making cum, for making me have an orgasm that has my body shaking and my legs snapping shut around his face, and he groans, sucking hard on my clit, as I push at the bench, my feet going to his back as I try to buck upward and try to get away from his mouth as it all becomes too fucking much. I try to call his name again, for mercy, but I cant fucking manage it, my breath lost somewhere in my chest as my body trembles , every part of me out of control, twitching,and shaking as he groans against my pussy.

His hands grab my knees, pushing them apart, and he draws his head from my legs and looks down at my pussy, licking his lips. His face wet from his nose to his chin and then he looks up at me, and I'm shaking still, breathless, as he slides his hands over my shaking thighs and then stands slowly. 

I just sit there, looking up at him, and then suck in a breath as he reaches towards me. I flinch. 

"Quit fucking flinching." he growls. Then he grabs my hips, sliding his hands under my ass and then is lifting me up, forcing my legs around him and then takes my jaw in his hand as I whimper. 

"I will never fucking hit you." he growls the words, his eyes on mine as he repeats his bullshit promise to me. Was it though? why would he go through all that trouble, just to make me feel good? ....Cause he's a monster, probably worst than rest. Because he thinks you're fucking stupid. He wants to fucking play with you, fuck with your head, lure you into a false sense of safety, before he rips you apart in every possible way. 

He sighs, as if he can read my mind. 

"My word is everything...and I have no reason to give you my word...the society doesn't require men to make promises to women...you know this....but you have my fucking word....no harm will ever come to you now that you're mine." he says. His voice softer now, his hand on my jaw loosening, and it slides to my cheek. 

"I've waited years to claim you....I see no fucking sense in destroying the one thing I've ever truly wanted for myself." he says, and I'm still trembling, as he just stares into my eyes, making me pretty promises that I still can't believe. 

Without another word, Kane King carries me all the way to the estate's entrance that we'd walked out of , all the way through the halls, and up the stairs to his room, and sits me on the bed. 

I watch him as he starts to undress, and swallow as I look up at him. 

"what are you doing?" I ask softly. 

"Take your dress off." he says and I blink. Before my mind can start to think of what he plans on doing to me now he speaks.

"I'm done not sharing a bed with my wife." he says, pulling his shirt open and off and shrugging out of it. My eyes going over his hard chest and down his pants where he draws his belt out of the hook and then the metal of his zipper parting. 

"I meant what I said. I won't fuck you until you want it. However long that may be." he says his pants dropping.

"But I will be sleeping with you tonight...and all nights from now on....and I every night....and every morning ...I will go to sleep, and wake up with the taste of my wife on my fucking tongue." he says and then shoves down his briefs, his cock is hard, just as it was the night he stroked it, just as it was when I was ready to play the dutiful fuck doll and let him take my virginity on my wedding night. 

My breath hitches as he takes his cock in his hand and strokes it. His eyes going over me. 

"Take off the dress Angelina." he repeats, and I'd forgotten he'd even told me to. I stand slowly and lift it, his hand sliding up and down his length. His nostrils flaring as I lift the dress and pull it up and off.

"Leave it on the floor." he says and I drop it, my hands going to my sides as he stands in front of me. 

"Get on the bed...lay on your back...and spread your legs.....I want to look at you while I cum."