EroticReverie

Kane King

I look to my wife, her eyes wide, hands clasped to her mouth. Maybe I should have held back, maybe I should have considered her being theire, witnessing exactly what I was capable of. I've just murdered a member of her family. But what is family when you're part of The Society? It means nothing, because these men groomed her, along with her mother. Family didn't train a child to be a man whore and his slave. 

Her eyes are filled with tears, and I regret my actions immediately. Is she scared of me? Have I just undone everything I've been trying to prove to her? I couldn't let them keep calling her a whore. I wouldnt let them disrespect her, disrespect me. But I was playing a dangerous game, clearly putting her before a man. Which was against all The Society stood for. 

Becker, her father is staring at the floor, where his oldest son, lays in a pool of blood, his black eyes starting at the ceiling. 

"I WANT HIM KILLED. EYE FOR AN EYE!" Her father yells. 

"The council will handle this matter. You're dismissed Ares, you and your sons may leave." Carlton Creighton, head of the council speaks. 

"I WANT HIM DEAD! HE KILLED MY SON!" Becker yells as her brothers hold him back from charging at me. 

"See the Area men out." Samuel Hawthorne speaks to the guards who stood by as I killed a man. Because they were only there to protect the council. It wasn't the first time they've stood by and watched blood spill within these walls. 

Her father screams as he's removed forcibly from the church, her brothers following and then I look to her. Her eyes trained on the dead body of her brother, staring in shock, or disbelief. I don't know.

"Wife..." I speak to her, her eyes lift, her chin lifting.

My brows furrow slightly as I see her look at me, trying to read her face, trying to figure out if i've just ruined everything. 

But this isn't the time or the place for me to comfort her. The Society is still standing there. Watching us. I needed to do some sort of damage control, but all I want to do is fucking hold her, kiss her, assure her that the part of me she just witnessed, would never harm her. That the part of me she just witnessed, is the same part of me that adores her, that has fucking loved her and wanted too protect her from the second I'd seen her. 

"The girl stays out here. You..come with us." Carlton says, not allowing me to deny their demands. 

"Clean this." Klaus Vivaldi, one of the other council members says when one of the guards returns and they nod. 

"You..." Klaus says to the other guard. "Stay with the girl."

I look to the guard, who just nods. His eyes not even landing on Angelina, just standing beside her, looking straight ahead. 

"Kane.." she says my name. Voice trembling.

I walk over to her, to the guard. I look at him, his eyes trained ahead, not looking down at me. 

"If anyone touches her....I will kill you....slowly...." I warn him, but he doesnt nod or speak or even move. 

I look to Angelina, and I shouldn't but I cant stop myself. 

I take her face in my hands, she chokes out a little sob and I bring my mouth to her ear.

"I love you." I whisper. "I'm sorry." 

She sniffles and I pull back , looking at her. 

"Whats going to happen?" she asks and I shake my head. 

"Nothing, I'll be fine. I'll be back." I assure her. 

She grabs my suit jacket at the lapels, pulling me down and I nearly groan as she presses her mouth to mine. 

"you better" she whispers on my lips. I slide one hand down behind her back, and the other up into her hair and groan, and kiss her back. Not caring, unable to stop myself as I kiss my wife in front of the Society, my hand slipping down over the curve of her ass, grabbing it, pulling her against me. 

"If you're quite finished..." Samuel Hawthorne speaks and I break my kiss from Angelina, her eyes on me. They're terrified....but not OF me....FOR me. The fear I thought I saw, wasn't fear for what she'd witnessed...but for the consequences of my actions. 

"I'll be right in the other room, okay?" I whisper and she nods. 

I kiss her once more, stroking her cheek and then kiss her again. Her hands still clasped around the lapels of my jacket and I smile softly as I grab her hands, gently removing them. 

"oh" she whispers, uncurling her fingers and I gently lower them to her sides.

"Behave." I whisper to her. She nods at me. I  look to the Society, waiting inside the room, the door open, they've already taken their seats behind the long high table, on a elevated platform, an attempt to make themselves feel more powerful , more god like, more intimidating.

I walk into the room, a guard inside closing the door behind him as I enter, standing before the council and looking up. Chin high, then lowering it as I nod to them, bowing just slightly. 

I should be more scared than I am, I should be concerned or worried of the consequences of the stunt I just pulled, ontop of the fact I haven't brought my wife to other men in the society, or brought them to her in my home.  

"So many matter to now discuss." Vincenzo Morelli speaks. 

I nod once. 

"We should start with the first matter, the reason we asked you here, I suppose, and then deal with....whatever the hell THAT was out there." Carlton Creighton, the oldest member of the council speaks. 

I nod again. 

"You have not allowed your wife to serve any other men in the Society, why?" Samuel Hawthorne  , the second longest serving council member asks. 

"She belongs to me. I've never been one for sharing my property. With no disrespect to the traditional ways of The Society, I do not find it appealing to let my wife be tainted by other men."  I  say, hating calling her property to these men, but I needed to be honest, while also speaking their language, in a way they may understand. 

"We all seek a wife that is pure...a virgin...we make her ours....and...well...I'd like to keep her pure as can be...with all due respect, I've never quite understood why we require our women to be innocent and pure for us on our wedding day where we claim them as our property....only to let other men share in that ownership. It's never made much sense to me if I'm being honest. If she is mine, why would I wish to share her? Why would I let another man indulge in her?"

"Because it is the way." Kenneth Garrison, newest and youngest member of the council speaks. 

"Because they need to know their place." Klaus Vivaldi adds. 

I choose to answer Klaus. 

"I assure you, my wife knows her place. I don't need the help of other men to show her where she belongs or her purpose." I say, fighting the urge to grit my teeth. 

"Are you saying we are not men enough to keep our wives in their place on our own, beause we allow other men to enjoy their flesh?" Kenneth Garrison asks. My eyes going to him. 

"I'm saying, I'd rather not leave it up to other men to teach my wife her place. Maybe i'm a bit selfish, and don't care to let other men benefit from my wife's flesh." I say.

I lift my chin. "I've worked for The Society, since I was a young boy.  I've done everything the Society has asked of me, and I've done it well, and beyond expectations. I'm the one you come to when others can't stomach the task. I'm the one you come to, when they others fail you, and can't get a job done. If I want to keep the prize I've earned to myself, I don't see how that should be an issue. I'm ruthless, I'm greedy, I'm selfish, I'm lethal, and I will be no different when it comes to my wife." I say. 

Several eyes looking at me, judging me. Silence passes for several beats.

"Her father wants his due with her." Klaus vivaldi says. 

I shake my head. "He has no due with her. I do not owe her father the right to take her to bed." 

They know I'm right. They know there's no set in stone law of the society that a man HAS to share his wife. They're all just sick fuckers that have always chosen to do it that way. 

"A father is entitled to-" Kenneth Garrison starts.

"Nothing." I cut him off. "He is entitled to nothing."

"Do not speak out of turn." Walter Winthrope one of the more quiet members says.

I nod. 

"My apologies." I nod again to Kenneth, even thought I want to wring his fucking neck. He's close to my age, and has such a fucking boner for the power he thinks that seat gives him. He's killed less men than I have figners a toes, and I need at least ten more sets of toes and fingers in this fucking room to come close to the numbers I've eliminated for The Society. I was offered the seat that Kenneth sits in. It was me, Kenneth, and another that were in talks to replace the last memeber who died of "natural causes".  While the Council keeps their own secrets, of the things required to initiate one into a seat, I knew I wouldnt be willing to do the things they asked.  I knew in order to ruin the Society, it'd be easier to do it from one of those fucking seats, but I couldnt stomach the thought of the pure fucking evil things they did to prove their allegience to The Society Council. 

"Her mother must have trained her well, for you to keep her holes to yourself." Kenneth says, my jaw ticking. I just nod. 

"So many had their eyes set on Angelina Ares...yet you were the one to claim her...and you'd deny The Society the right to fuck such a well trained set of holes?" Kenneth asks. 

I stare at him. 

"It is not my fault if other men can not find pleasure in the flesh of their wives, that they'd need mine too. She belongs to me. So yes, I would deny The Society her flesh. " I state as I just stare at Kenneth.

"And if we ask nicely, to simply...graze upon her naked flesh with our eyes?" Kenneth cocks her head. 

"I'd nicely tell you no." I say, glaring back at him. 

"We could make you." Kenneth speaks.

"You could not." I say simply.  He's drunk on his new found power. 

"Yes we-"

"No." Vincenzo Morelli speaks up. "We can not. She is his till he is dead." 

Kenneth smirks and my jaw ticks. 

"Maybe we should send him on a rather difficult mission....and fuck his precious whore over his grave when he fails." Kenneth says. 

All the other society head turns to Kenneth. Walter beside him clears his throat as I refrain from charging across the room, and strangling him to death with my bare heands. 

Kennth Garrison would die. Not right now. But he would die for that comment. I just let a slow grin spread as my eyes carry from him to the other members of the council, and they already know. They know they're going to have to fill that fucking seat again,...soon. 

"I too the seat you wanted.....I'll have your wife too" Kenneth Garrison says with a slow smirk. 

"Don't worry. I'll take real good care of her when you're gone." he says. 

I don't even look at him. I just look at the other members.

"Dial youself back." Walter mutters to Kenneth. Kenneth scowls at him. 

Everyone in this room other than  Kenneth knows, that I turned down the seat. That I'd be offered to take that seat, practically had it handed to me by the council, but I'd made up the bullshit excuse of wanting to be out on missions. They knew I was their best, and serving on the council would take me away from the missions. Sure they had other plenty of other men , able to get the job done. But I was the best, the fastest, the cleanest. I could take on more than the others. They'd accepted my refusal of the seat, so Kenneth sitting there like a pompous ass, trying to tell me he has my seat....it takes all i have in me not to tell him, that Im the reason he has that fucking seat. But I dont. I let the rest of the Council keep their secrets, that they LET me turn them down. If anyone else had refused, they'd fucking kill them for denying them, for not showing enough loyalty.

"In the matter of Angelina King" Samuel Hawhtorne waves his hand with a sigh, clearly over it. "We will allow Kane King to deal with his wife as he sees fit. We've never told any other man how to use his wife, we will not start now. Even if his ways are...not traditional." Samuel eyes me and I nod. 

"Her father is not owed any due with her." Samuel continues. 

 "I disagree." Kenneth says.

I see Samuel lean forward and looks down at Kenneth. 

"Yes well, we may all disagree, but as it stands, there is nothing in our laws that entitles any man to anothers wife, unless the husband deems it so." Samuel says and then looks back at me. 

Kenneth grumbles and I just nod at Samuel. 

"As for the next matter at hand...." Carlton Creighton sighs with annoyance. 

"You killed Arthur Ares." He says and I just stand there.

"If you had just simply killed him, it'd be less of a mess." Carlton glares at me, shaking his head slightly.

"Yet you killed, in the name of your wife. We don't put a females life above any mans. Ever." He bites out.

"Let Becker have his eye for any eye." Kenneth speaks up and I can see the wicked grin on his lips, oh he'd just fucking love that, love to see me killed, so he can go after Angelina. Not even over my dead fucking body will he lay a fucking finger on her. 

"If I may speak?" I ask and Kenneth huffs and Carlton nods and gestures his hand to me. 

" I will never tolerate anyone direspecting my wife. She is MY wife. Disrespecting her, is disrespecting me."

"She is a cunt. Nothing more. Are you a cunt as well Kane?" Kenneth growls.

"Garrison, remove yourself." Carlton barks. 

"You'd let him get away with murdering in the name of a cunt?!" Kenneths eyes are fucking manic and wild, and Im pretty sure the council regrets their decision to bring that fucker to their table. Oh, they all fucking agreed with him, no doubt, but Kenneth had no control, no will power , wasnt level headed, and cant keep his emotions in check. What HE thinks makes me him powerful, THEY see as weak.  Their supposed to demonstarte control and power, and he's having outbursts like a fucking child. It's all I can do, not to fucking laugh. 

Him calling Angelina a cunt, does not bother me. Because I've already decided Kenneth Garrison is going to die. Anything he says now, he's already to going to pay for. So let him run his mouth. 

"I'm a member of this council, you cant remove me!" He yells and the other six heads turn to him, glaring. He growls and stands up, the heavy chair making a loud scratching sound, and he leaves , storming like a fucking child out the side of the room.

"Where are you going?" Carlton yells at me as I turn and an open the door, and grab Angelina's arm and pull her inside the room, not willing to risk Kenneth's fucking mood, and having him circle around to harrass her , or worse.

"Respectfully Council, I do not trust your newest member. I'm protecting what is mine." I say and Angelina's eyes look at me and then down at the floor. 

"Kneel before the council." I whisper to her. Reminding her of what she's expected to do.

"Women. Are not allowed..in this room." Samuel growls. 

Angelina turns, eyes to floor and lowers herself to her knees, bowing her head. 

I place my hand on the top of her head as I turn my eyes back to the council.

"Mrs. Kane." Carlton calls her name.

"Yes sir?" She speaks clearly, eyes still on the floor. Because women shouldnt look the council directly in the eyes. 

"Your husband killed your brother. What are your thoughts?" Carlton asks and I listen to her pause. I see the other members of the council look at him in question. Women? Thoughts? They arent supposed to have those, their faces say.

"I trust my husband. I am loyal to him and whatever choices he makes for me." She spits the perfect reponse while playing the part of the terrified, submissive wife. 

"You think it was right for your husband to kill your brother , that your life is worth more than your brothers?" 

"No sir." She answers. "I know I am not worth more than a man." 

I grity my teeth, my hand still on her head, my fingers gently , barely clenching against her scalp. God I hated making her play this part, but it was necessary. 

"You think your husband made the right choice, to kill your brother?" Samuel asks. 

"I will agree with my husbands choices always. I do not know if they are right, or wrong. I just know that I answer to him, and that I am his wife, and that I will never disobey him or go against him. " She says, and my god, I hate how turned I am by her in this moment. Playing her part so flawlessly while we both know that we're living a life entirely different to the one we're pretending to right now. 

"The council will deliberate your punishment Kane King. We will call on you again in forty eight hours. You may go." Samuel speaks and I nod. 

"Let's go wife." I say, gently grasping her hair and she looks up at me. 

"Walk her out , on her knees. She will not stand in this room." Brady Nightengale says and I just nod at my wife, hating the degrading way I have to gently grab her hair and guide her as she crawls on hands and knees. 

I turn my head at the door, finding all six pairs of eyes on my wifes ass. And decide one day, I will pluck their eyes out, one by one.