ENDING THE END

Who thinks she will meet her long-time husband who is her ghosts, that this day would come. Five years have passed since they were married, but she didn't see it or talk to him. She's been totally disconcerted. Since she was still in Mother's womb, they were bound to marry. Glimpse to look at her dress She wore a sparkling black dress, decorated in diamonds, hugging her curves, and then fled into huge waves until it reached the head of her toes. Her full hair was mixed in almost messy up-do. The make-up she made was faultless, her heart-formed lipstick shining with red lipsticks, and her blue eyes, framed with black cuts and golden stiletto heel, were in contrast to those of her. "Perfection" Ruby whispered to herself. "Pardon me, Mrs. Marquez, Mr. Marquez is now coming out of his cabin. Enjoy your night." She's been taken back. I nodded and smiled, leaving me on the table, at the old man as he went down. Suddenly, her eyes settled with a man walking to it. His eyesight stole away her breath. He wasn't that average man she ever thought he was. His presence calls out for dominance and power. His appearance, I suppose I underestimated. I'd be dead right now if the looks could kill. The man sat in front of her and fixed his fitted tie. It was strange. She might tell he was truly a tall man, a reviving presence emanating from it. Though she's 5'5 ft tall, she felt dwarfed by it. "His tuxedo meant perfectly for him" She was thinking of herself. "We liked it, I am glad." In his eyes, my eyes have been fixed. Why does his look cry out perfectly? I haven't really been waiting for that. "Sorry, I beg you?" "I'm pleased you liked my suit Tuxedo, I must say that I am very enabled by what you wear, Wife." Off guard I've been caught. Have I only said that louder words? I felt flushed suddenly. In my wine glass I falsify a cough and pour out a flask of champagne. We have been alone on the deck, no servant is there to help me. I sipped it and again concentrated my eyes on him. I can't stop looking away. Her gaze is wobbling my knees. He's a fuckin' sexy voice. "I wondered why now would you like to see me?" There was an impression of curiosity Before talking, he played his glass of wine with his hand. "I wonder, which color and what kind of undies do you wear?" His vulgar question caught my air, but I acted as though I had not been disturbed. "Red. It's red lace lingerie "I groaned out. Her brown eyes were untouched by a part of her being lost in thoughts. Thoughts about what this man would do. As she felt him come into her, she bit her lip. "Reach your gown underneath. Take it away and give it to me." I laughed at it with nervousness. "How will I know if I don't?" Her voice was tense. She was extremely enthralled. As she gulps, she clenches her thighs for the umpteenth time, her hand folding up the hem of her gown. I locked my gaze on him. I was terrified. He wasn't laughing or smiling. Was he for real? Oh my goodness! "I see what you mean. Then you must be disciplined." I'm getting soaked down there. Is it his voice that drew me in? I'm obviously insane. What exactly does he mean? Is it possible that he will punish me? She took a quick look around. I'm hoping someone will come to her aid. She was hopeless. Who would come here if they were in the middle of the sea? And, besides, I'm his wife. He will not do anything that could harm me. Follow me.