EroticReverie

Besides the gazebo and the gardens , my favorite place on Kanes estate, was his bathroom. I wansnt a stranger to nice thing. Expensive things. My parents were wealthy too. But Kane King was a whole other level of wealthy and his bathroom was bigger than some peoples entire apartments. Just as big as his massive bedroom, with an enormous glass shower , with seating and over a dozen different shower heads and lights, led ceiling lights throughout the entire bathroom that mimics the stars when you turn them on. A “small” sauna. One of three in the entire estate. A claw foot bathtub big enough for two with a spout that comes from the damn ceiling.   A jacuzzi bath in the corner that I’ve utilized at least a dozen times already by myself. I could spend all day in his bathroom and some days I have.  Heated floors and a couples sink with a full wall mirror. 

“It smells like you in here” he says as he stands there in front of me, his hands undressing me slowly. Pulling my paint covered tank top up slowly and I lift my arms. 

“Is that bad?” I ask. Because he’s right. It used to smell like him. His shampoo and his cologne. His aftershave. And now , my soft vanillas and fruity body washes lingered , because I was addicted to showering and bathing in this bathroom every chance I got. 

“Not at all” he smiles softly as he drops my tank top to the floor. I look down. 

“Youre getting paint everywhere” I tell him. 

“I don’t care.” He says and I look back up at him. His eyes drift down and to my breasts and he sighs and his hands go to my shorts and he pushes them down gently. 

“You are so beautiful Mrs.King” he says and I swallow as he leans down.  Kissing a hip as he slips my shorts and panties to the floor. 

I once told him, at the beginning, over a month ago, that I would never want him. But now, he’d made me a liar. Because each day he kept his promise to me, each time he let me talk back in ways no other society man would allow a woman to speak to him. Each time he brought home small gifts for me. Each time he proved his word to me by never laying a single finger on me in anger or frustration or just because he could. All the things he did were making me want him. Making me need him. 

I hated that I thought he deserved me just because he was a decent man. As if my body was a reward. But , unfortunately, that’s how I felt. I’ve been wanting to give in to him, and give myself to him , for weeks now. And each day that urge becomes more and more infectious. But , I still don’t think I’m ready. I want to be, and maybe I am physically, but mentally I’m not. Mentally I’m standing in a too good to be true situation with a man that should hate me. A man id expected to spend the rest of my life with in disgust. Expecting the worst from him only to have him prove me wrong.  To have him prove that I wasn’t the only person in the society that didn’t agree with the way things were done. And just like him, we couldn’t leave it either.  Nobody leaves the society. You’re born into it. And the only way out, is to pay with your life. Nobody can run from the Society. Nobody can hide on any corner of the earth from the wicked men that rule us. And our chapter is just one of several throughout the world. Running is pointless and impossible. 

I’d somehow been blessed with Kane King. I’d somehow caught the eye of probably the only decent man in the Society. A decent man who was known throughout every chapter as their “finest”. Meaning, dangerous. Ruthless. I didn’t want to know the things he’s done. Even though I could imagine them. My curiosity though continues to nag me each day. How many people has he hurt? How man lives were ended by his hands?  But these weren’t questions society wives bothered themselves with, because to even ask would mean a slap across the face at the very least. It wasn’t our business. We were a set of holes. Breeding machines. Baby makers and whores. 

On his knees in front me , is one of the most powerful men in the society. On his knees.  For me. His hands gliding down my legs and back up them as he kisses my stomach and draws the need from me so easily with his soft touches and kisses on my skin. 

I suck in a small breath and watch as he kisses from hip to hip. Back to my navel and around it , up my torso and back down and right above my pussy.  I never dreamed of a man touching me the way he does. It was unheard of. Society men were cruel and power hungry. Rough with their wives just because they could be. To teach their wives who was in control. I never thought I’d experience the kind of affection we would only ever read in stolen stories from books. I thought a man touching me, kissing me this way, would only ever be a dream. But every other society woman’s fiction, was my reality.  This wasn’t a dream , it was real. He’s real. 

My hands lift and my fingers slip into his thick dark hair as he kisses lower and I gasp softly as his tongue slips between my pussy lips to my clit and begins to slowly lick. His tongue creating the same ache that’s gone unsatisfied due to my own wishes. 

“Kane” I breathe his name as I let my feet slip apart and my fingers clench his hair as he groans softly and licks my clit again and again. Slowly dragging his tongue over the spot he’s spoiled more times than I can count now. Not once has he tried to do more than this. Not once has he tried to make me do anything for his own pleasure. Not since I called him out on it. And it only took that one time. For him to change. 

“Kane” I moan again as he groans and then shifts onto his ass , still in his suit and laying back as he pulls me down slowly. 

“Come here , wife” he says softly as he makes me straddle him , hovering right over his face. I lower myself down and moan as his pushes his lips to my clit and kisses me there , and then his tongue is moving again. 

Wife. I still haven’t admitted how I love the way he calls me that instead of my name most of the time. I didn’t want to admit how much I like the possessive nature of it. Didn’t want to admit that the patriarchy won , when it came to Kane King calling me “wife”. 

I rock my hips slowly. I grind myself gently again this warm soft tongue. His mouth groaning against my clit as his hands reach to his pants. Undoing them and I look over my shoulder and I watch. I watch as my husband takes his cock into his hand and begins to stroke himself like he does almost everytime he eats me out now. 

I watch and stare as I rock my hips. Moaning at the sight. He’s big. His size relative to just how powerful he is. As if the god the society worships , decided that it would give its most dangerous servant , a dangerously sized dick to match. 

“God, I love when you watch me stroke my cock for you” he groans on my clit and I whimper.  

“Turn around.” He groans. And I do. I reposition my self and place my hands on the floor as I lean over , my face near his cock. But not too close. His mouth licking at my cunt and dragging up and down. His tongue pushing at where I’m the wettest, slipping inside slightly and tongue fucking me with each lick of his tongue. 

He groans as his big hand fists his cock and I moan , watching the length get stroked. Watching he cock , thick and hard, veins swirling around and up and down , his tip looking so swollen and I watch the precum bead at the tip. Unsure of why my mouth waters when I see it. Would I like the taste of it? My mother taught me that I wouldn’t. But I can’t imagine not enjoying the taste of this man. At least not now. Maybe at first the idea repulsed me. But now? Now I wanted to taste him. But I was too shy, too inexperienced and gif, too fucking ashamed to want him the way I do. 

I was falling for him. And that’s what made him the most dangerous in my eyes. His ability to break my heart the second I handed it over. Maybe he’d break it immediately. Maybe months or years from now. I was terrified of the things I felt for him. Thing I’m sure your SUPPOSED to feel for your husband. But I’m the society? Actually liking your husband? Loving him? Was unheard of. Unless you were like my mother. Completely brainwashed and loyal to a monster that got off in beating his wife and raping her with other men. 

I dip down, my mouth parting as I slip forward a bit more.  My pussy lifting and sliding away from Kane. His hands grab my hips in order to bring me back. 

He curses and his hands instead just squeezes my hips as my tongue slides over the tip of his cock. I see his hand grip himself harder and his hips lift and he curses.

“What are you doi-“ he grunts. Cutting himself short as I lick at it again. The way I’d been taught. Following the instructions that were given to me at the start of puberty by my own mother as she “prepared” me for my future. Prepared me on how to please a man. How to please my future husband and other men that he chose to share me with. 

“Angelina” he groans and I let my tongue lick over it again. Down the side slightly and back up, my tongue rolling around. His precum on my tongue and the taste? Unexpected but not the terrible taste my mother promised me. 

“Wife” he groans. “What are you doing?” He groans and my hand lifts from the floor and I wrap my hand around the top of his cock , right above his that rests at the base. 

“What’s it feel like I’m doing ?” I ask and he groans. 

“Fuck” he growls as his hand slips away and I let mine move down. I had my husbands dick in my hands. No. Kane King had a cock. A big cock, thick and heavy in my hand as I work my wrist as I slip my hand up and down. 

I let my lips purse and the saliva I gathered drip onto the tip and I watch as it hits his cock. Slipping down. My hand sliding up to spread it down. He groans. 

“Did you..just…spit on my dick?” He grunts. 

“Yeah” I answer him and he groans and curses and his hands grab my ass that’s right in front of him. 

“Gonna need you to turn around again” he groans as my tongue drags down his length. Following my hand and then back up. 

“Angelina” he growls. 

“Wife” I say softly. “Call me Wife”