Bought my Life

11. Married

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Marcus takes her to the master bedroom that was decorated with candles, flower petals, silk sheets and banners. “I was supposed to wait until now to make love to you, but I couldn’t wait, and It was the most efficient way to make you relax; seeing you walk yourself down the aisle and your beautiful eyes were irresistible… Forgive me Ivy, our first time as husband and wife should have been in this setting.” Marcus says. “Marcus, my love, the decor is not what I remember about our first time… It was exceptional and you know I cannot help but to always forgive you,” Ivy answers. He puts her down by the bed, he pulls her chin up so he can kiss her deeply.

“Turn around, I have been wanting to take this dress off since the very moment I put it on you” Marcus whispers to her ear. She turns around and pulls her hair to the side exposing her neck. Marcus unlaced her dress while kissing her neck; “untie the scarf holding my wrist, my love” he asks softly. After a moment Ivy successfully unties her husband; he then removes her dress. She stands, her back facing him in her underwear, “I can’t believe you are all mine, how beautiful you are…” He removes her underwear, she was naked but for the scarf still tied on her wrist. “Let me look at you,” he says as he makes her turn around to face him; he takes a few steps back to look at his naked wife. “I could spend all night watching you… but I also want to taste you and I want to hear you scream in pleasure.” He says to his aroused wife. “Marcus, you are still fully dressed,” she says. “I know, right now it is not about me, it is all about you; lay down on the bed, I want to worship you,” he demands softly. What did he mean by that?

Marcus starts by massaging and kissing her feet; at first Ivy thought it was strange but she soon realized how delightful it felt to be worshiped by her husband. He grabs the loose end of the silk scarf and ties it to the frame of the bed; “I don’t want your hands distracting me,” Marcus says softly as he attaches her free wrist with the loose end of scarf. He continues moving up to her calves, knees and thighs; massaging and kissing every inch of her body.

He teases her without ever touching her, she could feel him breath on her s*x and that was enough to aroused her; he then moves on to her tied hands and her arms massaging, kissing, licking and blowing his breath on her. He kisses her passionately before nibbling her neck moving down to her breasts and stomach; she is tensing up; Marcus was pleased to see how aroused she was; he slid his hand down on her s*x. “Ivy, you are soaking ready…”

“Marcus, I want you,” she answered, catching her breath. “Not yet, I want to worship your breast a little longer,” he says as he sucks on her n*****s. Marcus deeply enjoys pleasing his wife, he was bringing her so close to climax… he removed his jacket, shirt and pants in a record time. He teases her with his erection then he feels himself growing harder as he penetrates her. She moans as he slowly picks up the paste; her body tenses up and she releases an orgasm. Marcus goes down on her, “I want to taste you sweet Ivy,” he says.

As he licks, kisses and sucks her c******s she tenses up again and splashes her orgasm on her husband's face. “I love when you honour me with your pleasure,” Marcus says as Ivy tries to catch her breath. He then surprises her with his erection sliding in her s*x; she moans and she licks the mess she left on her husband’s face. “Oh Ivy, you are so sexy,” he moans, he pulls out and ejaculates on her breast.

He lets himself fall on the bed beside Ivy. “Am I allowed to worship you again, my love?” Marcus asks. “You may worship me at any time you please,” she answers, still catching her breath. “Oh, Ivy I want to spend my life worshiping you; let me untie your hands,” he replies. She rests her head on Marcus’ chest and hugs him; “I have never felt more at home than by your side,” she says. “Ivy, my villa hasn’t felt more like home since you are here, I love you, sweet Ivy,” he replies. “I love you, Marcus,” she whispered as she fell asleep in her husband’s embrace.

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I woke up the next morning in my husband’s embrace, he is sound asleep, but I feel his erection against me. I cannot resist and go down on him; I lick and suck his erection. He wakes up to me pleasuring him, he moans that’s when I notice that he is awake. “Good morning,” I say, smiling. “Good morning my love, don’t stop on my account,” he replies as I continue to please him. “Oh Ivy, let me penetrate you,” Marcus moans. I spread my legs across my husband, and I mount him, sliding him deep inside me; I can’t help but moan loudly. Marcus grabs onto my hips and guides my movements as he catches my breasts with his mouth. I was taking control and he enjoyed it. Marcus gently grabs me pulling me onto his chest then he makes me roll onto my back and he starts pumping himself inside me until I explode into an orgasm. He then comes on my breasts and lets himself fall beside me.

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After Ivy bathed and got dressed, she made her way to the garden for breakfast. She notices a box on the table and Marcus that is waiting for her. “Where is breakfast?,” she asks, surprised to see no covers. “It’s coming, my love, but first I have a gift for you,” Marcus replies. He pushes the box towards Ivy, inviting her to open it. Ivy smiles as she opens the box to discover a white violin, just like she wanted. “Oh Marcus, this is a beautiful instrument…” Ivy says as she hugs him, “thank you, thank you so much”, she continues. “Just remember, if you ask, you will have,” Marcus answers.

Ivy grabs the instrument and starts playing Marcus’ favourite song, “how did you know this was our… my favourite song,” he says. Ivy stops playing, “you told me this was your favourite song… I didn’t realize you shared it with Mary,” Ivy says as she walks away with the violin. “Ivy please! That was before I even thought I could have you, Ivy please don’t walk away,” he begs her. She stops dead in her tracks, and she starts crying, she turns around to face Marcus and she sees that he is also crying…

“Don’t leave me Ivy, not when you are mad at me,” he says softly. “I am not mad at you, I am mad because Mary will never stop haunting us; everything that was you was somehow also hers,” she explains.“The way Mary died, like a saint, makes it difficult to see her objectively; she was manipulative, stubborn and it was impossible to say “no” to her. She had two miscarriages before Leah and the doctors kept insisting that getting pregnant could be fatal…” Marcus explains.

“She drove me mad; she would seduce me and then deny me when I became aroused. She would refuse to talk to me for weeks because I didn't want to make her pregnant. I am not sure our marriage would have lasted if I denied her a child. Don’t get me wrong I will always love Mary, but I am really mad at her too.” Ivy somehow felt reassured to know this about Mary.

“I see her as a rival sometimes… like I am fighting a ghost,” Ivy replies. “Ivy, it might have been true at first… but I promise you that Mary doesn’t take away anything from you. I need to show you something,” he says as he grabs Ivy’s hand and leads her towards the west wing; they reach the room that was prohibited by Marcus.

“Before we go in, I want to tell you that this room used to be my sanctuary… after Mary died I spent hours in here everyday and sometimes all day. I have not been here since we were engaged and even before that… I spent my time with you.” He says as he opens the door. The room was crowded, all of the things in here were related to Mary and Leah.

“Oh my god, Marcus, why are you keeping all of this? Aren’t you torturing yourself?” Ivy asks. There was a crib filled with folded baby clothing, a grand piano, multiple easels, paint products, Mary’s dresses, books and a lot of paintings of Mary, some of them with children. “I can’t bring myself to throw it out nor can I give it away… Ivy, please don’t ask me to get rid of her things…” he pleads.

“I was not going to ask… I want you to get rid of them when you are ready to move on… This can’t be healthy. You have so many paintings of her.” Ivy noticed. “She painted a lot of self portraits; she was an accomplished painter…” he replies. “Who are all the children in her paintings?” Ivy asked. “Her fantasy children, she painted the children she wished she had… she was so devastated she couldn’t bear a child.” Marcus answers.

“Marcus, are you afraid to get me pregnant? I noticed that you never… you know, inside me,” Ivy asks. Marcus smiles,“I never ejaculate inside you my love because I am not ready to get you pregnant, I thought about it… and I am afraid to lose you like I lost her,” he answers. She looks him straight in the eyes, “oh Marcus, I would love to have your children, but I hate that you feel that way about having children… I love you Marcus, I will bear your children when you are ready and if you are never ready… that will be ok with me,” she tells him as she leans her head on his chest. Marcus embraces her against him, “I don’t deserve a woman like you, Ivy,” he replies as he drops a kiss on her head.

We walk back to the garden hand in hand where breakfast is waiting for us; he pulls a chair out for Ivy then he sits next to her. She had reacted better than he would have imagined to Mary’s room; she was understanding and loving, he often felt like he didn’t deserve her. “We are leaving for the king’s Island this afternoon, your maid is already packing your bags,” he says as they are having breakfast. “I was beginning to wonder about our honeymoon,” Ivy answers. “I have a few things to finalize in my office before we can go, I wasn’t sure exactly when we could leave but I should be done today,” he replied.