Tucked Away Bride

Ivanita "You're mine!" he growled and thr*sted faster, the hard member stroking me inside. I felt the sharp pain along with the pleasure it brought, and my insides clenched. I could feel that I am about to come, and I realized he eventually knew. I could feel his gaze burning me as he continued the act. "Ah!" I couldn't help but cry both with pain and pleasure when I eventually came. I shuddered and I grabbed onto his ripped shoulders for support, as he was still rocking. I looked at his eyes, and saw the ferocity there, the unquenched desire.  He still continued to thr*st, and I reached something even higher; I couldn't help but cry in pleasure. He heard it, and he groaned. His head backed as he shook with me, pumping the insides of me with hot liquids, and I realized I just had shower. I was exhausted and I panted for air, my only support was the hard rock body that was pinning me. All sated, I suddenly felt the cold tiles against my bare back. My breathing hitched, and I almost passed out. I felt his hand encircle around my waist, and he carried me out of the shower, bridal style. He wrapped me in towel, and continued walking to the bed. He made me sit at the edge, and walked to the closet. I saw him rummage through the vanity. When he was back, a towel was hanging at his waist, and a blower was held in his hand. I looked at the white towel with sleepy eyes as he dried my wet hair. The way he did it made me even sleepy, that when I closed my eyes, I could not remember what happened after. I woke up to the morning sunlight that passed through the glass of the open windows. The curtains were brushed to the sides. I felt a little light-headed, and I tried to refocus. Last night. I suddenly remembered what happened, and looked at the other side of the bed. There was no sign of another being ever sleeping. The pillows were white, clean, and crisp, but that was something unsurprising. I also raised the blanket that was covering my being when I remembered another thing. I saw a baby pink nightdress, and underneath, felt another garment. I also felt clean. I blushed at the thought of being cleaned and clothed. I brushed the thought away with the blanket and landed on the wood floor with my bare feet. I was a bit sore but it didn't stop me from moving. I went downstairs after washing a bit.  The landing was a living room, and a dining and kitchen was directly connected to it. I went directly to the kitchen. "Good morning, madam, would you like something? I will prepare it for you," was the greeting of the housemaiden to me. She stopped at what she was doing and waited on me. "Good morning!" I smiled, not used to being regarded as such. "It's fine, I was just looking for something to eat." "Oh," she looked a bit scared. "I'm sorry, madam, I am already preparing your food. You must have waited on me. I'm sorry." She kept saying sorry that it bothered me a little bit. "Oh no, it's fine. I'll just wait on you," I said and walked to the dining. I forgot that things were no longer how they used to be. I thought I would never get used to a life like this. I looked around me, and realized I was alone in that large room. How would I ever get used to eating alone in a room even bigger than the house I used to live in? I looked at and through the large glass sliding door across the room, to the blue waters of the pool, the white sands beneath it, and the crystal clear waters beyond, and decided to cheer myself up. I would play and read at the beach. I ate my pancakes and went with my plans. I would read my whole day away with my all time favorite novels. I excitedly went back to our room to change. I wore white short dress and shorts underneath. As I walk to the beach, with a book in hand, I had the urge to look up at the annex, where the office and the library were found, and my heart skipped a bit.  The man, who owns everything, including me, that was on that island, was looking out of the window, at me. My knees faltered, and I couldn't bring myself to cut the contact that our eyes made. I scampered to get away from him, from his dangerous look, for he was the man who bought me, and I was his tucked away wife.