EroticReverie

Angelina Ares-King....Two Weeks Later........

It was like I lived alone now. Even when Kane is home, he stays in his office. He doesn't call me down to eat dinner with him, and hasn't tried to take me out anywhere either. Which is strange. Only because I know for a fact, newly married society men will flaunt their new teenage brides like prized pigs as soon as they can. But he wasnt like other society men now , was he? So he says. So he's proved now over the past two weeks, not even so much as LOOKING at me. 

I hadnt expected that. I hadn't expected my yelling at him and telling him exactly what he was...no better than the rest...would have prompted for him to change a single thing about himself. But he wouldnt even look me in the eyes now, when before, he couldnt take his eyes off me. 

I was lonely.  I wanted him to just leave me alone...and I'd gotten my wish. But now...I was so fucking lonely in this empty house. I felt like a bother to the gardeners and cleaners, I knew that had jobs to do, and had to do them well. So I didnt like distracting them and trying to steal their company. 

I didnt have friends to call. I never befreiended any other females in the society.  I couldnt call my parents or my brothers. I could....but I just didnt want to. They hadnt called me anyways, probably assuming my husband was too busy railing me and enjoying his new wife to bother checking on me. That, and they just didnt fucking care. I swallow an unwanted lump in my throat as tears prick my eyes. 

I had nobody. Kane was giving me space, leaving me alone like i'd asked. What if I told him I wanted out? Would he let me leave? No. No he wouldnt. He may have surprised me more than once , but he wouldnt surprise me by letting me go. 

I look at myself in the mirror, wearing one of the several dresses that he hand picked for my closet. I had my clothes from my own closet at my old home....but.....I was lonely, and was wondering if maybe I was going mad for missing the way his eyes always stayed glued to me. At every event....all throughout our wedding....the reception.....our wedding night, when he'd looked at me like I was a fucking goddess crawling on hands and knees to him on his bed.....that evening he found me in the gazebo....he'd been so angry....demanding i always answer his calls......but he doesnt call me during the day now....or text me......he doesnt do anything after I'd shamed him for the things he's made me do. 

Were they really that bad? Did I have it so bad when the only thing he wanted to do was look at me and kiss my body and eat me out? 

Yes Angelina. Because you never asked for it. And you told him to stop in the gazebo. I wouldnt feel guilty about what I'd said to him. He deserved it, and it was all true. So now what? He just wasn't going to talk to me? Ever? I'd just be a body moving through this stupid estate, no more than decoration? 

As I look at the dress I picked out from the selection of clothes Kane picked out to add to my wardrobe, I notice something. My brows pinch and I walk back to my closet, because I'm sure it can't be right, there has to be something....

But no. Not a single dress he's added goes higher than my knees...... and most of them....are modest at the top.....they're classy....they're not the "pretend to be classy, but are actually trashy" kinds that most Society men put their wives in. 

I go to the skirts......the blouses.....all things he's added....are respectable. I think the most scandalous thing he's bought for me, was the red dress I wore to dinner that night....a dress that nobody but him saw me in. 

Im uncomforatble with the realization sparking in my mind. I realize these dresses arent really what he wants to see me in.....they were dresses bought for me to wear around others....because he doesnt want them looking at me....he doesnt WANT to show me off like a show pony to the society....because i'm his. 

I strip down out of the long dress and go to my old clothes, and I pick out somethin he WOULD want to see me in. 

I pick out a gold/champagne thin strappess, draped front, body con dress, that's ruched up the sides and draws the hem up a little on the sides of my thighs, and falls to a non modest length, above my mid thigh. I put on the thin diamond choker he bought me. My hair down the way he wanted it that night for dinner, but i pin it back on side with a diamond barette, and I remove my makeup. I put on heels, and I go downstairs, and sit at the dinner table and wait. He comes home at different times each day, he'll eat at the table then go to his office, or somewhere else in the estate , or right back out the door and only come back after I'm asleep. So I sit and fucking wait, so I can catch him. 

It's four o clock, and i could be sitting here all god damn night depending on where he is or what he's doing. One of the house keepers, passes throught the room, cocking her head at me as I sit at the long table. She eyes me curiously.

"Would you like me to have the cook make something?" she asks. I smile and shake my head. 

"no...im just waiting." I say. 

"Waiting for what may I ask?" she asks. 

"For Ka...for my husband." I say and she blinks at me. 

"Mister King is in his office." she says. 

"Oh...he is?" I ask. She nods. 

"He's been home for a few hours." she says.

"thanks" I say as I push up and walk through the estate. 

I go to the office upstairs first, because that's where he usually is , but then he's not there, and I trail my ass back down the giant staircase to the downstairs, I check the east wing studies first. Huffing, as I then walk my ass to the west wing. 

As I push open the door to one of the many rooms and step in. I freeze, as a dozen different heads turn towards the interruption. It's like a fucking board meeting. How did I not know this many people were in this place right now? It was seriously freaky to me, how I didnt hear all of these people show up, how long had they been in here? 

"I....sorry...I..." I stutter. Kane....is fucking pissed. 

He's glaring at me like he's going to summon the devil himself with the fire in his eyes right now. His jaw is clenched tight. He's angry i interrupted. A society meeting. Shit. This wasn't good, I just interrupted something important. Shit. Fuck. He was going to fucking hit me for sure. He'd have no fucking choice.

"Is this for us?" one of the men asks . Drawing me out of my panic. My brows pinching as I turn to the voice. A man, probably twenty times my age, looking like the fucking crypt keeper smacks his lips, my lip curling in disgust without me having time to refrain. 

I look back at King, swallowing, his eyes are on my tits,....on my waist....my legs.....oh shit. He's not mad i interrupted. He's mad that I'm in a tiny dress .....not one of the dresses or outfit he specifically bought for this fucking reason. 

King stands, walking around the long end of the table towards me, he was all the way across the room, and my stomach does sommersaults as he walks slowly towards me, as clamly as he can. 

One of the guys stands that's closest to me and goes to walk over to me. 

"We've all been wondering when he was going to share you-" the slimey fucking cretin says as he goes to grab my arm. 

"Don't you DARE..touch my fucking wife." Kane growls, thunder in his fucking voice as he glares at the man closer to my fathers age. Every heard turning to him, then his eyes on me. His nostrils flaring, and my breath catches. Oh wow. He was not happy. Not at all. 

"Nobody touches my fucking wife. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever." he says to the room but his eyes are on me. Fuck. My thighs shift together, my nipples tightening under my dress, his eyes falling to each fucking tell of just how fucking hot it was to hear him say that. It was different said in front of a room full of Society men. It wasn't a lie. All he'd said about never letting anyone else touch me, that nobody would ever be allowed to hurt me. 

The room is silent as he stares at me, moving closer, my breathing picking up.

"I ...I didnt know there were other people here" I whisper up at him. 

"Everyone. Out. We'll pick up tomorrow at the church." he says, not taking his eyes off me. 

A few men snicker, either thinking my husband it about to either fuck my brains out, or smack me for interrupting. A few delay their departure, pretending to collect their things or misplace cellphones, checking their pockets.

"Get. The fuck. Out." he growls to them his eyes still on me as I stand there, looking up at him, nearly shaking in my heels. His jaw ticking, the rest of the men dispersing out the door. He growls down at me, and I feel it in my fucking bones, he turns and then pushes the door shut, it slams, making me jump and I turn as he walks back over to me.

"Why the fuck are you in a dress like that?" he snarls down at me. 

"I...I...i didnt think there was anyone in here with you....I just..." 

"Answer the question." he says as he steps forward and I back up, blinking up at him, stammering. 

"I...I did....I didnt think-"

"Answer me. WHY are you wearing that dress?" he says and back me up right against the long wooden table and I whimper, looking down behind me as I bump into it and then he hand takes my chin and lifts and makes me look up at him. 

"Answer the question Angelina." he growls low and pushes against me and I gasp as I feel him against me and lick my lips. 

"I...i was upstairs....and...i....you havent talked to me in two weeks...havent even looked at me." I say, ashamed to even fucking admit it. 

"I look at you everyday." he says, then slips his hand inside his jacket, pulling out a small rectangular piece of paper from his pocket and then places it on table, my eyes flicking down to the side, and I swallow. 

It's a picture of me outside the church, before the ceremony. Standing on the steps in my wedding dress, having the photos done that Kane wanted of me. 

There's a small smile on my face, my eyes are looking off to the side. Most of my smiles had been fake that day, but that one was real. 

"I've never seen that smile before." he says softly. "It's a real one, not a mask...not forced...what were you smiling at?" he asks and I lift my eyes back to him.

"there was a lady across the street...walking two little dogs....they were cute..." I say, remembering the little dogs with stupid little bright pink vests on. 

His eyes squint for a half a second and then he looks at my lips. 

"Is that what I need to do to see that again?" he asks, nodding to the photo. 

"Buy you a puppy?" he asks and looks back at me. 

I shrug. "maybe" 

The corner of his mouth lifts just barely. 

"Tell me what kind. I'll have it here tomorrow...tonight if you decide quickly." he says. I swallow. 

"You just tell me what you want....and it's yours. " he says and my breath hitches.

"How long have you been carrying that picture of me? Since we fought?" I ask. he smirks. 

"Since the day it was taken. And we didn't fight.....you annihilated me Mrs. King.....there was no fight....you were right....I was wrong..." he says and I just blink.

"what?" I ask. 

"you heard me. I'm no better than the disgusting fucks that were just sitting around this table....and all the others in the society...i treated you like a whore...instead of like my fucking wife...and i wont do it again..." he says and I just shake my head slightly. 

"why are you doing this?" I ask , nearly breathless.

"Doing what?" he asks as he looks down at me, only in my eyes. 

"you're...i dont know...i dont know why youre trying to do with me...what do you want from me?" I ask.

"Fucking everything Angelina. God damn everything." he says and I lick my lips. 

"You wore this dress for me....didn't you?" he asks and I whimper.

"I ...i had put on one of the ones you bought.....but then.....i realized....they were all modest....not like the red one you bought me for dinner that night..." 

A small smirk plays on his lips.

"i was....i was going to sit at the dining room table till you got home...so you couldnt avoid me....i wanted to make you look at me again" I admit and he inhales.

"but i realized...those dresses you bought....werent cause you didnt like my dresses or clothes.....it was because you did like them....and didnt want anyone else to see me in them.....right?"  i ask, suddenly wondering if i got it wrong.

"Right." he says and then his hands lift to go to my waist , but he pulls them back. 

"no" I say softly. My hands grabbing his, and I bring them back, slowly and his brow lifts as I place them on my waist.

"I'm not....having sex with you Kane" I say and he laughs, he actually laughs and smiles.

"Yeah, didnt think I was that lucky." he says and then his hands settle on my waist. 

"If I'm your wife.....then...."I lick my lips. "then you need to redo our first kiss....because how you kissed me in that church....wasnt..."

"I know." he says and then lits his hands to my face.

"There's no IF about it Angelina...you ARE my wife." he says and then brings his face closer. 

"Promise you won't hurt me ever." I say. 

"I already did." he says.

"Promise me again." I breathe against his mouth. 

"will you believe me this time?" he asks. His eyes flicking between my eyes and my mouth, as he licks his lips. 

"maybe" I answer honestly. 

He smiles softly. 

"I promise you......nobody will ever hurt you. Especially not me." he says and we both lick our lips again.

"Permission to redo our first kiss now Mrs. King?" he asks and I let out a tiny little sound and he smiles. I nod. 

"Tell me you need it Angelina....tell me you need me to kiss you." he whispers and I exhale a shaky breath and close my eyes. 

Pick your battles , I tell myself. But this was a battle I fought, and now had lost. Because I promised myself I wouldnt need anything from Kane King. And here I was , my eyes opening , nearly going cross eyes with how much I needed it. 

"I need my husband to kiss me." I say.

"fuck." he groans. "You just had to say it like that didnt you." he says, before his lips push over mine, and my husband holds my face, giving me a real first kiss.