BRING THE CEO DOWN!

2. A LITTLE LOVE

Fabian’s POV

I was stuck with a woman for the rest of my life, with no choice in the matter. It was not a problem with Ara no. I am not in love with Ara, but I do not hate her. It was not her exactly that made me frown at the wedding. It was not her that I did not want to marry. I did not want to marry anybody at all. And maybe I had been too harsh at the wedding. But I was just twenty-three years old, I was at the start of my life, and my career, although it pushed me, was just at the start. A relationship as serious as marriage will just pull me back. I already knew that, but my father loved Ara. If it were any other man’s dying wish, I would have let it go. I would have said f**k it and never married this woman. But it was Ara, Ara whose father literally raised me after my father was gone. I did not like it, but the least I could do was to get married to her, and so I did.

That was all I needed to do, I was not going to do anymore.

Yet Ara was soft, she was caring, and she was Ara. In some weird way, I liked her. I could not see her cry and cry she did. It hurt to see her look so down when I ignored her, so I tried to give her more attention. I tried to talk more to her. I tried to actually love her. Little did I know that it was impossible.

Ara’s POV

After we got married, Fabian sat me down and told me the rules. He told me how I was not allowed to come into his room and how we were not allowed to eat together. I was not allowed to speak to him except if he wanted it.

I went to my room on my wedding night and began to cry.

“You are not a child Ara, stop crying!” His voice was harsh. It was angry, yet it was my reality. He was the man I was married to for the rest of my life.

After a while, things became softer. Softer meant that he was not so angry, and a while was five months.

We had become roommates of sorts, cohabiting, and we understood each other. Each morning, I made his coffee instead of the staff. I made breakfast too because cooking was something that I loved to do. I usually spent the rest of the day rearranging the house, small touches here and there. It was not something noticeable at first as I did not want Fabian to be angry. I so longed to do something for him, anything at all, so I redesigned, put more color in the otherwise clinical house, and with time, it became beautiful.

After work, Fabian and I would watch a movie together. We found solace with each other, so it was achievable. I began to get what I wanted at the beginning. I was sure that Fabian was falling in love with me.

We would sit with each other and laugh at things that were funny and even the ones that were not so funny.

It was on one of those nights after work. He came very late, and I was watching the movie on my own. I tried to tell myself many times that Fabian did not affect me, I knew it was a lie, but it was a lie that I told myself. I had that right to some extent.

That night, Fabian opened the door with a bang and came in. He looked fevered, aroused, like he could not get his fill of me. In a minute, his arms were over me. I already knew that I loved him. I had been praying for this day in my mind for so long, and it was like a dream.

“You are messing with my head Ara, you are everywhere, everywhere in my mind. I can not get enough of you,” he said, and then he kissed me. I will never forget the first time that Fabian kissed me. It made me feel alive.

Up until then, I had never kissed anyone in my life. I had been saving myself for him because it felt wrong to be with anyone else when he was the one that I loved.

“At work, when I am in here, everywhere. Your touch is everywhere. It is all around me, so much so that I can barely breathe. I need you,” he said against my lips. I kissed him back, as well as I could. The words were words that I wanted to hear. Those words made me feel so beautiful, so perfect, like I was worth being with him. So I kissed him, and when his hands wandered to my breasts, I did not stop him. I wanted him to touch me, I was aching everywhere for him. The only thing, the only one that would take the ache away was Fabian, and he did. He snuck his hand inside my shirt, the big sweatshirt that I wore. He first gathered her breast in his hand, cupped the flesh like he was weighing it, and then he squeezed slightly, just the right amount of pressure. Not that I had any prior experience to compare with, but it made me scream. When he put his fingers on my n****e, I saw stars. The sensations were so much that I could not breathe. He was kissing me and he was touching me at the same time.

“Fabian!” I moaned and let him touch me more, let myself be drowned in him.

His fingers were soon replaced by his mouth, and by God, Fabian knew how to use his mouth, he raised my shirt and sucked on both my n*****s. I almost died from the sensation. It was making me go crazy.

“God, Fabian, God!” My hands were on his back, scratching and bringing him even closer. My p***y was pulsating, it was almost like there was life in it, it was beating like it had a heart. I was so moist, so wet that it felt like I was staining the chair.

I was writhing, moving on the chair to create some friction, anything to feel more alive.

“Please, Fabian,” I begged. I didn’t even know what I was begging for. I just wanted him. I wanted him to quell the ache inside of me. I wanted him to touch me where it mattered the most.

“Please, what Ara?” Fabian asked. He raised his head up from my breast. He was looking at me with pure lust in his eyes, and I had to answer, but the words seemed so huge so heavy in my mouth. Fabian had stopped all his sweet onslaught. He was waiting for me to say what he wanted. I knew that I had no choice in the matter. I blushed, and I managed to whisper, “I want you to touch me.” Fabian looked at me. He raised an eyebrow.

“Touch you where?” He asked. I did not know why or how to say it. I have tried my best to say the words. I took Fabian and placed it on my cotton-clad p***y.

“Touch me here,” I said. Fabian smiled and slipped his hand into my panties. When he touched my bare p***y once, I gasped. And then he began to move his fingers around. My mind blanked then, I could not think of anything, all the sensations were all around me. I could not breathe. I had done it myself, a few times. But nothing I felt, nothing at all, compared to the feelings that came from Fabian touching me. I was screaming, I was shouting, I was seeing stars, I was feeling everything all at once. When I came, it was like never before. It was like going to the highest peak and then crashing down, the feeling of being at the top of the world, being unheld by any forces. As free as I could be. It was glorious.

Not long after, Fabian removed all his clothes on his body, his shirt first, and then his trousers. I was stuck looking at him. He looked like he was sculpted by the gods. I could spend all day looking at him. Before then, I had always wondered how he looked under his clothes. This was the best way I could see him. He was perfect.

“You look so handsome,” I told him, placing one hand on his chest. Fabian just smiled and lifted me up.

I gasped.

“Let’s get you to a bed,” he said. I actually thought we were going to go all the way on the chair, but a bed certainly sounded more comfortable.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked me up the stairs. When we got to the room, he dropped me on the bed as softly as he could. Immediately, I removed my shirt that had come down as we walked. Fabian removed his boxers and I was lost for words.

“Wow.” It was the first time seeing a d**k up close. It was half scared if she was being frank.

“How is it going to fit?” I asked stupidly, and then I closed my mouth. That question was not to be asked.

Fabian laughed.

“It is going to fit alright,” Fabian said.

“I am going to be very careful and slow,” he promised and he did take his time. Fabian began by kissing her and then he slowly eased into her. I felt a pinch as he stretched me, the pinch increased as he moved deeper and deeper. The pain made me to close my eyes.

“It is okay darling, it is okay,” Fabian said and kissed my brow.

“It will be over soon,” he said and I nodded. I wanted it to be over too. I sighed and then he began to move inside me. Slowly. At first, it hurt, but the pain eased the more he moved and after a while, I began to move with him, we moved in sync.

What was painful began to feel pleasurable, and then my o****m began to build. The first time, we came together. Fabian filling me with his warm seed. The next time, a few hours later, we tried another position and another and another. By the end of that night, we were no longer roommates. In my mind, and in truth, we were married.