The Little Wife

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Next morning, she hurriedly arranged his things, while he was at the gym. She quickly returned and got ready for her classes. When she reached down, he was already present, eating his breakfast. She hesitantly went ahead and sat across him. He looked at her consious self and kept staring at her until she finished her two bites of a breakfast. 

He deliberately tapped her leg with his foot, causing her to jump in surprise and look back at him. 

'Take another serving of food', he told her with a stern look. No wonder she was all bones. 

She quitely took another plate of food and began eating. 

After a while, they were headed towards their destinations. Suddenly, the driver took a turn opposite to that of her school. 

Surprised she looked at Ibrahim, 'where are we going ?' She asked him slowly.

'Somewhere nice', he replied without looking up from his laptop. 

'I have a very important lecture today', she told him, in a worried tone.

'I'm sure you will manage', he replied uninterested. 

She stayed silent in reply and looked out the window. Although she was about to marry him, but still she didn't trust him. She was afraid of him and his temper. He looked capable of doing anything. But still dealing with him was better than the life she had left behind. She offered a few silent prayers and waited for the journey to finish. 

They stopped in the parking lot of a mall. She was looking around, when he took out a paper bag and handed it to her. 

'Wear it', he said, while looking at her.

She took the package and removed the contents. There was a red, mini dress inside. She had never worn such dresses before, this would probably be the first time. Arguing with him would be of no use, she knew. 

'Where is the changing room?', she asked. 

'Change it here', he adjusted himself in his seat and stared at her.

She gaped in surprise and looked towards the driver. Following her gaze, he closed the window connecting them to the driver. 

'Can you look the other side please?', she asked him hesitantly. 

'I want to see ', he dared her to object. 

She moistened her lips with her tongue and hesitated. Slowly she began opening her shirt and undressed herself in front of his eyes and wore the dress he had bought. She was already in tears, by the time she finished. She adjusted herself on her seat and finally looked at him.

His eyes held several emotions, the one she was very familiar with was, lust. She quickly looked down at her hands on her lap, consious of his gaze.

He was surprised by this little girl. She was so delicate yet so strong. Her grit and determination amazed him. He hadn't know anyone else who was so determined to marry him or even stay with him. He knew he was a jerk and had many issues, but she had tolerated everything and followed him. He had brought her to the mall because he wanted her hair to be cut in a proper hairstyle. They were long and uneven, without any style or color. He liked his women, stylish and classy and she lacked both. There were high chances that they will end up getting married. If that's the case, sooner he start exercising his rights, the better. 

'Come on', he asked her while getting out. He wanted to kiss those lips again,but now was not the time. 

He took her to a famous salon and gave directions about what he wanted. While she was away, he thought to buy something for her, something lasting and he finally settled for a ring. 

When she came out, he almost failed to recognise her. She looked much prettier and sexy with shorter, well groomed hair. 

Unable to help him self, he lightly kissed her cheek in the shop, making her blush. Then he pulled on her hand, taking her back to the car. 

As soon as the car started, he pulled her in his arms and began kissing her. Surprised, she stayed still while he explored her mouth and his hands roamed freely over her body.

' She is so meek and compliant ', he thought and looked into her deep dazed eyes and lost himself. He deepened the kiss, tasting every inch of her mouth, her hands slid under her dress and grabbed her butts, pulling her towards him. He kissed her neck and slowly trailed to her deep neckline, which was graciously exposing her breasts. He nibbled them and planted small kisses. 

It was when their next destination arrived, he finally decided to leave her. Her hands were slightly shaking when she was straightening her dress. Her cheeks looked flushed and her lips were swollen, because of his kissing. He was careful, not to leave any marks on her exposed body parts. He was well aware of his old man's obsession with this girl. He would give him a very hard time, he even get a sniff about this.

He glanced at her and ignored her quivering lips and moist eyes. He was getting used to her soft body and submissive nature. She was perfect to be his wife! As his dominant personality was always on a lookout for a perfect submissive, she just came around the right time. If she manages to survive with him,  he would be freed from constantly looking out for a sub.

He need to teach her few things but given her subdued personality, he beleived it won't be a difficult task. 

They stopped at a restaurant and after having lunch, he dropped her back at the house. 

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She was fast asleep, when suddenly an arm circled her waist and pulled her to a warm body behind her. She was about to shout, when a palm closed down her shreik. 

'It's me', he whispered in her ear.

'Ibrahim..! What are you doing here?' she asked him in a shaky, hesitant voice. 

'I want to sleep with my wife!', he whispered in her ear, making her go red.

'But..we aren't married yet', she offered in her defense. His proximity and his manly smell was overwhelming her, her toes curled and she tightly closed her thighs in response. 

'We will be, soon', He kissed her neck and after parting her hair on one side, he planted small kisses over her back. His hands roamed possessively over her waist and slowly they moved over her breasts, cupping them. He stopped at a point over her neck and gave a love bite to her. He wanted to mark her as his, as she belonged to him now.

'Please..plz', she urged him to leave her when it became too painful to bear.

Without replying, his hand found its way under her top and touched her breasts, she wasn't wearing her bra and he liked it.

He felt her body going tense by his touch over her intimate parts. He squeezed her breasts lightly, and pinched her budding n****e.

'Please...Ibrahim...It's not right', she requested him. 

'Sshhhh, I am your husband and it's ok', he turned her face towards him and kissed her soft lips deep, while his hands fondled her young breasts. Her protests slowly died away and she let him, kiss her. He shifted his weight over her and devoured her lips by his hungry kiss. 

His hardness rested between her thighs, he wanted to take her there and then. But he restrained himself as now was not the right time. 

After a while, he stopped himself and cuddled her close to him. Soon, they both drifted into sleep. Her head rested on his arm and his hands held her possessively by her waist. 

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