EroticReverie

Kane King

Fucking. Beautiful. She's so fucking beautiful as she lays there on the bed, naked, her eyes on my face, as mine fall all over every fucking inch of her, my eyes can't stay in one fucking spot. Head to toe they zip up and down her perfect body. 

I was better than almost all of the Society men. I couldn't think of one male I knew that wouldn't spread those pretty fucking legs of hers and pound my pretty little wife into that fucking mattress if they were her husband. I couldnt think of a single fucking man that would care to think twice about anything other than sinking into that immaculate fucking pretty little pink cunt of hers. 

"God, you're so fucking pretty" I growl through my teeth, my eyes still all fucking over her. 

She says nothing, and I don't fucking expect her to. She was clearly upset with me for going down her, for making her enjoy herself when she didn't want to. 

I was better than most men, but that didnt mean I wasnt still a bit of the fucking bastard she accused me of being. I wouldn't fuck her unless she wanted it. I didn't need to fuck women to against the will to feel fucking powerful. I'm powerful with or without her pretty cunt wrapped around my cock. The only power I want to feel is the kind that comes from hearing her fucking beg me to fill her. That's power. Angelina Ares, the societies prettiest fucking creation, begging me to fuck her. IT might take days, weeks, months. I don't even care. I'll work for it as long as it takes. But she WILL fucking need me sooner or later. I'll make sure of it. 

But for now...the bastard in me would take her like this...would demand her naked fucking body on display for me while I stoke myself to the fucking vision before me. 

"Jesus, you're incredible" I groan , more to myself than her. 

I'd made sure I tasted that fucking heaven between her legs every fucking days, morning, noon and fucking night. I wouldn't, couldn't fucking wait any longer. So I'd taken my tongue all up and down on that pretty fucking pussy , and my mouth waters with the taste of her still in my fucking mouth. So. Fucking. Perfect. She tasted every bit as perfect as she looked. 

"god damn" I groan and move closer and her breath hitches as I jerk myself off.

"spread your legs" I groan. She swallow and her legs spread and I groan.

Good girl. I think to myself as I peek between those fucking legs, to that sexy fucking pussy of hers. Yeah...that's a fucking great cunt, and it's all fucking mine. Men in the society will, and already have asked me about "trading" wives, or sharing Angelina. And every last one of them could get fucked. No fucking way was anyone but me touching her. No way would anyone but me, look at that fucking body of hers. 

"put your hands up above your head." I say and she licks her lips, her legs shaking nervously , her feet to the bed as she lifts her hands and then lowers them above her head. 

"You fucking undo me Angelina." I groan as I look at her in that position. I imagine her pouty little fucking lips begging me to take her. Throwingher arms above her head willingly, ready to be pinned and fucked. 

Her breath shakes as she exhales, her nipples so fucking hard as she just stares at me. 

"I cant believe you're my wife." I groan as I stroke my cock, my eyes on her pussy , needing it so fucking bad on my cock. 

"I feel like a whore. Not a wife." she says and my hand stops and my eyes look up at her. 

I inhale slowly, and exhale just as slow.

"What did you feel like when I had you cumming on my mouth?" I ask her, my brow lifting and her eyes stare right back at me.

"I felt like you thought that just because it was your mouth on me, instead of your dick inside of me...that you justified what you did as making you any better than the rest of them." 

"I felt like exactly what you treated me as....a whore." she says , her words feeling like a slap across the face.

"i made you cum." I say.

"You sat me down and spread my legs, and I did what I was told to do.......and when I told you to stop....you didn't. You're not better than them....you think because you dont hit me...because you dont fuck me with your cock that it makes you better? It makes you good?" she asks, staying there, legs spread, hands up just like i'd told her as tears fill her eyes.

"You make me lay here like a fucking a whore...spread for you ....naked..." she says, her voice cracking.

"Get up" I say looking away from her.

"No...this is what you want right? This is what I'm for right? This is what you want!" she says, still not moving.

"Go on...treat me like a whore and then call me your wife like it means anything to you!" she says and my eyes go back to her. My brows pinching.

" sorry that I want to look at my wife, that i want to fucking taste you, that you drive me mad and my hands burn to fucking touch you!" I say lifting my hands turning my hand to fists as tears stream down the sides of her face.

"and what i want...doesnt matter" she bites out through her teeth. Her lower lip quivering.

"it never has" she says and then turns her head away from me.

"Just use me....go on...do it...." she cries without looking at me. 

"Do it!" she yells, whipping her head back and glaring at me through tears.

"Just fuck me! Get it over with! Show me what I'm really here for! Come on! Fucking do it!" she screams at me as she keeps herself with her hands above her head, shaking them and pushing her head back against the bed. 

"Just fucking do it" she cries, closing her eyes, tiny sobs making her body shake. I feel my face fall and I look away from her. 

I move across the room to the door.

"where are you going?" she bites out through her tears. "Get back here!" she yells.

I don't say a fucking word, and I dont look back at her and I close the bedroom door behind me and carry myself to one of the guest rooms, walking my naked fucking, limp dicked self to wallow in a fucking guest room, for another fucking night. Seeing her cry like that, having her throw it in my face that ...yeah...what I did....was still using her body against her will. I was no better than the others. Sure, yes I was...but what the fuck did it matter if I was still taking away her freedom to her own will and own body? 

I heave a sigh, looking down at my fucking dick. I wasnt going to get hard again after that. God, I just wanted to look at her. Was that really THAT fucking bad? She came on my fucking mouth. Was THAT so fucking bad? I groan , because I know the fucking answer. 

I toss and I turn, all god damn night. My body itching to just sleep beside her. I had planned on it tonight. I just wanted to share a fucking bed with her. To have HER be the last thing I saw and the first thing I see when I wake up. She thought her being my wife didnt mean anything, but she was so fucking wrong. Her being my wife, meant fucking everything. 

She could hate me and be angry with me, but I'd fucking do better. I'd be better. I'd make my wife fucking love me, because I've loved Angelina Ares ever since I fucking laid eyes on her. Ever since I saw her at that ball, her well trained mask slipping several times throughout the night with disgust and distate for the society and the men, and the other girls and women. The little rolls of her eyes, and the little purse of her lips before she forced a smile when shaking hands of men that leered at her like fucking wolves after their prey. 

She'd been young, but I knew she was like me. No...she was better than me. She was better than all of us. Because she hadnt been fooled by the things they taught her.....that girl knew what she was worth. That she was more than just a piece in their game. I'd seen the hidden fire in her....and knew....when it was time...she'd be mine. I wouldnt have anyone but HER. I didnt want the stepford robot clones all the other girls had been turned into. I didnt want brainless and blindly obedient. I wanted her daring little mouth, that called me a fucking bastard at the dinner table, even when she thought it was going to earn her a beating. I wanted the brave girl who'd made her disgust for me clear, even on our wedding day as I'd kissed her mouth in a show for the Society. They wouldnt have taken a chaste kiss. They wanted to see that their best and most coveted treasure was going to be "properly" owned by the ruthless Kane King. 

They probably assumed I had her living in a collar and on a leash. They probably think I've ran through her pussy and fucked her up and down every fucking wall. Because that's what I need them to believe. It's also why instead of taking her to the society dinner tonight, i took her out too a private dinner. Because I didnt , and couldnt let them see that I dared to respect my wife. That I didnt want their fucking eyes on her even with her clothes on. But I guess, I had a lot to learn in the way of actually respecting her. I was a fucking bastard , and she was right. About all of it. 

And just like i've been doing for the past fucking week.....i fall asleep in a different bed....and wake up before she's up...and am out of the house. This time though, it's not because I'm busy and have to be out of the house.....it's because i'm too fucking ashamed to look her in the eyes.