Fantasy Desires

chapter-2(Wexy)

Shyra POV

When I emerged from the locker room, I noticed Shane standing at the counter.

However, it was incorrect for me to refuse to allow him to continue our love affair. However, he should know these activities should take place within the confines of the home, not in the locker rooms. God only knows where he gets these fantasies, but he openly discusses s*x with me, which makes me uncomfortable. It’s not that I’m embarrassed to have s*x with him. Since childhood, I’ve been a quiet and reserved girl. He is directly across from me, which is why I fell in love with him. I took another stride forward, but stopped in my tracks. When the counter girl unbuttoned the first button on her shirt on purpose, I couldn’t hear them, but the female gave him a lewd look and leaned against the counter to flaunt her cleavage. Looking at her annoying behaviour enraged me. I sat the bag on the counter, trying to keep my rage hidden. After presenting the payment card, he did not speak to me and went out of the business. My wrath had returned, and I returned my focus to the girl. While settling my bills, she scrunched up her nose in disdain.

“What the hell were you talking about with my husband?” I was about to erupt with wrath when she responded with a phoney smile.

“He claimed I’m too gorgeous to work as a receptionist,” she asserted. He would say nothing to any girl but me. I couldn’t believe her statements. “You’re lying,” I said, my voice becoming hushed.

“If he left you, sweetie, you’ll believe it soon,” she joked before returning to her job. I couldn’t bear the thought of him abandoning me. But what if he abandons me, pushing me away, and other women fulfil his fantasies? Then he might abandon me for another woman. I don’t want to follow in the footsteps of my mother, Jade. She was a traditional and conservative woman. My father, Blake, became dissatisfied with her behaviour and married another lady, abandoning her. She could not cope with society’s harsh criticism and committed suicide. That ordeal left an indelible effect on my life. I tried my hardest not to be like her, but now I’m afraid my married life may end up like hers.

So I had to talk to Shane and stop him from fleeing.

We arrived at our place with my new attitude.

It’s a two-story house we designed ourselves. The encounter at the underwear store flooded my mind. I dashed to the restroom and changed into my new underwear and bra. I wore a black strapless bra and a black satin panty, but I was still thinking about how I might make Shane hotter. Today, I’m going to show him that I’m not afraid to flaunt my curves. From now on, our new fantasy desire will begin. I looked for some hot underpants poses on the internet. Then I pair my red heels with black underwear. Our vehicle session had surprised him, but that was only the beginning. Instead of becoming like my mother, I’m going to do everything I can to keep him out of my life.

“Shyra, please bring me a cup of tea,” he requested, stroking his head as he lay on the bed.

“You will not get a cup of tea, but more than it, my slave,” I teased as I entered the room.

I quickly stepped closer to him and grabbed the glass of water from the table and handed it to him as his eyes widened and he began coughing.

He sipped the water, and his coughing ceased. He breathed a sigh of relaxation and closed his eyes on the bed. As I turned to leave him alone, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me so forcefully that I landed on his muscular chest. My lips were an inch apart, and we locked our eyes on each other. He yanked a strand of my hair and said, “You look like a sexy queen.” He traced a circular pattern on my lips as his contact elicited a flurry of tingles in my body, mixed with disdain.

“I adore you and would never be with anybody else.” He whispered, “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” My heart was full of contentment. His comments completed me rather than to change me. But I’ll do it so that I don’t feel guilty in the future for not attempting to save once for my married life.

“I adore you as well. But it doesn’t mean you won’t be my slave,” I said as I nibbled and sucked his ear.

“Yes, my queen,” he said, poking my stomach with his hard crotch. “Let’s get this party started,” he said as he kissed my neck and left a love bite that he slowly sucked. Our three rounds of sweat love making brought the night to a close. I wake up the next morning with a strong want to pee. Shane’s massive arms were around my waist, so I couldn’t move.

I was sore and in agony from our previous night’s activities. My gaze wandered to my sleeping hubby. With his tanned complexion and large eyelashes, he appeared ravishingly gorgeous, and his pointed nose added to his sexiness. I snatched his arms from around my waist and pecked on his nose. Then I went to the bathroom and changed into a cosy sweatshirt. I prepared breakfast for us and carried it to our room. He had already woken up and was scrolling through his phone. “Good morning, Shane,” I said as I placed the food tray on the bed. “Good morning, queen,” he smirked. He drew nearer while placing the platter down.

“Where is my WEXY?” he said, his brows furrowed. “I’m right in front of you,” I smugly responded.

“Let’s get started on our fantasy want.”

“Can you explain what you mean?”

“Every night, we’ll do a different fantasy.” I was attentively listening to him when he walked over to the bedside table and pulled out the pink metal handcuffs from the drawer. I frowned and wondered where he got his handcuffs.

“From today onwards, we both will act as strangers,” he cuffed my hand and said hoarsely in my ears. I blinked several times in confusion.