EroticReverie

Kane King - One Month Later

It's been a long, fucking gruesome day, and the one thing that makes it all worth it, is on a step ladder, with a paint brush in hand, painting the walls of my home bubblegum fucking pink, with noise cancelling head phones, singing at the top of her lungs. 

I smile to myself, as I take a long deep breath, exhaling it out as I look at my wife. My wife. My wife. I still can't get over the fact I get to call Angelina Ares my fucking wife. Can't believe my last name is now a part of hers. I lean against the doorframe listening and watching.

There's paint splatters all over the fucking hardwood around the room, there's paint on the trim and paint on her arms, and a bit on her cheek that I can see just barely from where I stand with her back to me. 

I'd let this woman paint the entire estate this god awful shade of pink if she wanted to. I'd let her do it terribly too. There's no painters tape or drop sheets, and god I think I might just WANT her to pain the entire fucking place , to have a little bit of her in every fucking room. 

It's been a month since my wife told me she wanted me to kiss her, that she needed my hands and mouth on her. It's been a month since I've kept my promises to her. All of them. Some of my promises were easy to keep. Like the ones about never hitting her. I never would. Didn't want to. Couldnt fucking fathom putting my hands on her in anger or violence. My promise that nobody else would hurt her either. That nobody else would ever fucking touch her. My promise to give her everything she wants, no questions asked. I smile, because her requests are easy ones. She tests me everyday, just to probably see if I'll go back on my promise. And her painting her room is one of them.  

Some promises though, aren't so easy to keep. Like the promise to never fuck her, unless she wants it, or needs it. It's been over a month since I've put a ring on her finger, and we still haven't had sex. I haven't even put my fucking fingers inside of her. It's easy to keep my promise in the way of not wanting to disrespect her or force myself on her. But god my dick wants this woman so fucking bad, it's insane. I'm hard, twenty four fucking seven. I'd had a god damn half chub while slitting a man's throat earlier, because I no matter what I'm doing or where I am, she's all I fucking think about. 

My only goal, is to make her love me. To be worthy of her. She's more talkative now, she initiates kissing, she smiles at me. Real ones. I think I'm getting there, making her believe my words and promises. It could take another month, or two, or even a year. I don't care. I'll wait as long as she needs me to. I'll wait forever as long as I get this...her being mine..standing here in out home...painting the walls with chaotic strokes , singing at the top of her lungs. As long as I get to be the man who gives her a real life, and not the one The Society deems all girls to have. 

Some of the men in The Society aren't too happy with the way I've chosen to keep my wife to myself. Not even bringing her to the weekly dinners as expected. But none of them dare say a thing. Because I might be one of the younger members, but they know me, they know all the things I've done, the things they've made me do. If they think i'm ruthless when it comes to the job, they have no fucking idea how ruthless I'll be when it comes to my wife. 

I don't even let them fucking talk about her. If they bring her up, I shut it down. Threatening them, sometimes with just a look. No, they didnt like that. They didnt like not even being able to speculate about my wife perfect pussy. They didn't like that I wouldn't allow them to degrade her or sexualize her in front of me like they did their own wives. I'm sure they carried on about her when I wasn't around, but as long as I didn't hear it , then there's nothing I can do. 

"Bet you pound the bitch into the walls, don't you King?" One of the men at the job asked today as we were cleaning up. I'd knocked him out with a single punch to the face. Other guys standing around, looking at the guy passed out in the blood of the men we just terminated. I'd looked at them. 

"When he wakes up, tell him if he talks about my fucking wife again, I'll gut him." I'd said calmly, and left the fucking site, letting the others finish the clean up.

If they knew I hadn't fucked my wife yet, they'd have a hell of a lot to say. Not that I give a fuck. But Angelina understand the way the society works, and when I absolutely have to bring her around the society, she plays the part perfectly. It's only been twice now where I've had to bring her around them. Once, in front of our chapters leaders, so they could make sure I was "happy with my choice."  Which meant...is your wife obedient? Does she talk back? 

Is my wife fucking obedient? Hell no. Does she talk back? Fuck yes. And they don't need to know how fucking hard both of the real answers make me. So I gave them the ones they wanted to hear. Yes. She's obedient. No, she doesn't talk back. I'd answered every single question including the one about whether or not we'd consumated our marriage. Another lie. And Angelina sat there as I'd lied for her. They didnt ask her any questions, because whether or not SHE was happy, didn't matter to them. She listened to me talk about why I haven't brought her to dinners, why I wasn't "sharing" my wife with friends.  Because, first of all I didnt have any fucking "Friends". These people weren't my fucking friends. Even if they were, like hell would I let another man even LOOK at her for too long, let alone fuck her or touch her. Angelina listened as I told them I didn't believe in sharing what was rightfully mine. That I intended to be selfish till the day I died with her, that another man would never know her body the way I did. Told them, that I found the societys way of sharing their wives, has always baffled me. That they chose their wife, then taint her by letting other men have her. Told them that MY wife...would only ever take a bed, with ME. I could tell their distaste, being that they all raped and beat each others wives. I knew the one, had even fucked his own daughter after she'd been married off. Another uncommon disgusting practice of The Society. Sons fucking their mothers and sisters. Father fucking their daughters. Their grand daughters. 

The second time was at church, for our monthly service, and to renew our promises to the Society, where we watched four new borns be "blessed". Baptized in blood of a sacrifical lamb. It was sick. But we've all been baptized in fucking blood. Every single person in The Society. I would NOT let them baptize my god damn children in blood. I'd kill them all first. 

"Oh!" Angelina jumps, when she spots me out the corner of her eye, and turns, and lifts her hand, pulling her head phones back, letting them fall around her neck.

"You scared me" she says , slapping a hand to her chest, but its the one with the paintbrush, and I smile as I watch the pink paint splat all over the front of her white tank top, and her little gasp as she looks down.

"Shit" she curses and holds the paitn brush away from her, and looks down. 

"I ruined my top." She says and I chuckle, because the fucking top had already had paint splatter on it before she slapped herself with the brush. 

"I'm pretty sure we can afford to buy you a new one." I say and then push off the wall and walk into the room, taking a look around. God, she was terrible at painting. The streaks on the walls, darker and lgihter patches all fucking over the room. 

"You like it?" she asks and I turn slowly, surverying the room. 

"I love it, wife" I say and she's cocking her brow when I land my eyes back on her, she drops the paintbrush onto the tray, and more paint splatters all around, and why on earth that makes me fucking dick as hard as it does, I can't fucking tell you. OR maybe I can, maybe it's because my wife is fucking perfect. Because I love her, and she can do no fucking wrong. God The Society would flip if they knew the way I was such a fucking fool for her. If they knew that I let a woman hold this much power over me. That I'd do absolutely fucking anything for her, let her argue with me, let her talk back, let her ruin my fucking estate from top to bottom with this hideous paint job of hers. 

"You're lying." She says and walks over to me and I smile down at her. 

"No I'm not." I say and lift my hand and let my fingertips brush a strand of hair from her cheek and tuck it behind her ear, smiling at the dried smear of pink paint on her jaw and cheek. The way the tip of the strand of hair is hard with pink paint. 

"It looks like shit." She says and I smile. 

"Mm." I nod. "It does." and she smiles up at me, not a full one, but it's soft and god it's so cute, and endearing, and she's so fucking pretty it hurts to look at her, but like hell will I ever stop looking at her. 

"You just said you loved it." she says. 

"I do." I say. "I didnt lie about that." 

"If it looks like shit, how can you love it?" She asks and steps closer, but then looks down at my expensive suit and her paint covered tank top and steps back. I reach my other hand out and slip around her waist, behind her and pull her to me. She gasps as her body hits mine. 

"Your suit!" she says.

"It's ruined." she says and tries to push back and I pull her right back and she looks up at me.

She stops pushing and her breath catches. She settles against me. 

"I love it because you did it....because you asked me if you could paint one of the room pink, and I let you, and you probably chose pink just to spite me, because you didnt think I would say yes...and when I said yes...you had to go through with it...so again..to spite me...i think you purposely did a shit job and didnt even bother trying." I say as I smirk down at her. 

I cock my brow at her. "Am I wrong? That you love to fucking test me?" I ask groaning, because fuck she was making me impossbily hard right now. This god damn pink bedroom and ruined walls and floor was making me so fucking hard for her. 

She licks her lips. "you said you like it when I test you...has that changed?" 

I smirk wider and shake my head. "No wife...It has not." 

I back her up slowly, and she gasps as I push her right up against the wet wall, and grin down at her. She grabs my suit jacket at the sides as she breathes unevenly, still looking up at me. 

"Do you love testing me?" I ask as I reach down, and grab the back of her thigh and hitch her fucking leg up as she gasps and nods. 

"Yeah, you do, because you know what it means don't you? When you test me....when you spite me, or talk back, or don't do as your told" I groan and grab her other thigh and she whimpers as I lift her, pushing my hips into her , letting my hard cock press against her flimsy shorts and she moans, her hair, sticking to the wall, her back pressed to the wet fucking paint she was just slapping all over the walls with her little fucking paintbrush. 

"uh huh" she whimpers as I grin against her. 

"Yeah, what's it mean Wife?" I groan as I keep grinding against her, letting her clit have the friction of my cock. 

"It makes you hard" she breathes. 

"Sure does, you feel that, you feel how hard having such a cute little troublemaker as my wife, makes me?" I groan as I grind harder and she lets out a cry, her one arm around my neck , the other on my chest, as she looks down, andher hips are moving, grinding back against me. 

"I feel it Mr. King" she moans and I groan loudly. 

"And you love it, don't you, making your husband hard for his wife's fucking pussy" I grunt, because Im so fucking hard that it hurts. Over a month, without having her mouth, her pussy or her ass on my cock. Being so fucking patient. Not even her fucking hand on it. I've been spoiling my wife with my tongue and mouth all over her body, every day and night for a month now, with nothing in return, and god the society would probably lose their fucking minds if they knew how willing I was to let her call the shots. To let her use me instead of the other way around. 

"i do, i love it" she breathes and I groan as she looks at me. 

"You enjoy making me suffer, don't you?" I groan. 

She nods at me and I curse. 

"You're such a mean little thing" I grunt and thrust harder and she cries out as she humps against me faster, dry humping me like we're god damn teenagers. But fuck, I love it. I love watching her get off, watching her face and her pleasure. 

"Do you want to cum like this? Or do you want your husband to lay you down and eat that pussy Angelina?" I groan. 

"I want both." she breathes and I chuckle and groan. 

"Of course you do baby, my wife has a greedy fucking pussy, doesnt she?" I ask as I grab her ass and thrust against her, grinding faster as she pants and looks at me, biting her lip, she nods.

"so greedy" she breathes and I groan and kiss her hard, and she moans into my mouth, gasping against my mouth as I grind against her, making her cum, she curses and cries out as I keep going, grinding hard, moving her against the wall with each thrust. 

We pant, and my cock nearly cum as she lets out a little satisfied moan and buries her face in my neck, panting against my skin and whispers. 

"You're a good husband Kane." her voices is soft and sweet and barely ausible, but I hear her and I swallow the lump in my throat. 

"You really are a good man...aren't you?" she asks as I hold, her trying to keep myself fucking sane in this moment.

"no baby...im' not." I say, because it's the truth. I'm not a good man, not even close.

"You're good to me" she says and I sigh, kissing the side of her head. 

"Because youre perfect...and you're precious...and you're mine" I whisper against her hairline. 

"thank you" she says and I lean my head back slightly so I can look at her as she slides her hands to my face. 

"For what?" I ask. 

"For not breaking your promises to me....for treating me well....for not being like them" she says and I take a deep breath. I swear I fall in love with her a bit more every second of the day, everytime she opens her mouth or looks at me or crosses my fucking mind. 

"For making me happy." she says, her voice breaking slightly, her eyes watering and lean my face toward hers, my forehead gently resting against hers. 

"I make you happy?" I ask softly. 

She nods. "yeah." she answers just as soft. 

"please don't break my heart" she whispers a second later. 

"never" I shake my head slightly.

"promise it." she says and my eyes are locked on hers, still holding her against the wall. And I love that she's making me promise it, because she trusts my word, my promises. She's seen that I mean what I say to her.

"I promise Angelina Ares King...that I will never break your heart." I say and she nods slightly. 

"Promise again." she says and I smile softly. 

"I promise." she nods again and then sighs.

"What's wrong?" I ask gently.

"I'm scared." she says, her voice so fucking small, her eyes looking down.

"Of me breaking your heart?" I ask , and she nods. 

"Does that mean I have a part of it?" I ask, my voice so fucking hopeful and she lifts her eyes.

"You've had a part of it for awhile now...and i'm afraid you've...." she pauses but I dont force her to answer.

"You've taken all of it." she says and I exhale slowly. 

"I'm scared you want me to fall in love with you just to hurt me worse than you could with your hands." she says and I flinch.

"I don't....I don't mean to be difficult...it's just-"

"you're not difficult." I say gently and she looks at me. 

"I am...it's okay, I know I am." she says and I smile softly at her. 

"I don't mind." I tell her and nudge her nose with mine. 

"It's just still hard to let myself let go....and believe that you're not like them....that you won't flip a switch...and i'll be living the nightmare of every other women I've known." she says and I nod softly. 

"That doesnt make you difficult Angelina...it makes you smart. Do I WANT you to trust me and believe that I won't hurt you? Yes. Because you CAN trust me...and I would never hurt you. Ever. But, I understand why you don't believe me and why it will take time....and I'll wait as long as it takes. I promise." I tell her. 

"but...what if....what if I cant ever get there...what if -"

"look at me." I cut her off and she swallows and lifts her eyes back to mine. 

"I will gladly, spend the rest of my life trying to prove to you the man I want to be for you...I will gladly spend the rest of my life watching you paint this home and doing a shit fucking job of it." 

She laughs softly with a little smile. 

"I just want you to be my wife. I want to keep making you happy. Do I want to make love to you ? God , fucking yes. More than anything. But, I've been patient...and I'll continue to be...for as long as it takes...another month...a year....forever...I dont care...as long as you keep letting me make you happy...deal?" I ask and she nods. 

"I....it wont take forever." she says and I smile. 

"No?" I ask and she shakes her head. 

"That's good to hear." I say and nudge her nose with mine with a smile. 

"Want to go wash up?" I ask her, kissing her mouth softly and she nods.

"Yeah? You done ruining the walls?" I tease her and she smiles with a soft laugh and nods.

"Yeah" she answers.

"I'll paint them nicer next time." she says and I look in her eyes, at her mouth, down at her paint covered tank top pressed against my chest. 

"Paint them however the hell you want Angelina" I smile at her and kiss her mouth again. 

"I'm going to take you to the shower now though, if that's alright with you, because I'm pretty sure I promised to lick my wifes pussy, and I can't go back on my word." 

She hums, slightly moaning and kisses me back.

"such a good husband" she moans softly on my mouth and I groan. 

"You aint seen nothing yet , Wife."