Kim was not entirely sure of what he was doing. He was not sure if he was thinking straight. Not even one day into the marriage and he was already breaking his rules.
He had been so annoyed when Ariel knocked on his door. He figured it would be the house keeper but she wasn't the one. Rather, Ariel still dressed in wedding apparel was knocking on his door.
His ego received quite a stroke when she was checking him out. It did not seem like her usual thing because she was generally cold and quiet. Kim was not sure if she liked men or not. She was that quiet.
He got even more annoyed when she bumped into him when they were walking to find the house keeper. He then felt terrible when he realized that she would be tired. There was a lot of fuss involved in the wedding. The preparation, getting dressed, the church and then the reception. She had been standing almost throughout. Kim did not even consider that she would be tired and he was taking her on another tour round the house.
He told her to sit on the chair while he went to question the house keeper. Kim was sure that Mrs. Choi was one of the many house keepers that had worked for his father for ages. He was also sure that she doubled as his father's spy. His father could be funny like that sometimes.
"Ha, Master Kim. What can I do for you?" Mrs Choi asked immediately she saw him.
"You asked Ariel to come meet me for her bags," Kim said and Mrs. Choi nodded.
"Yes, Sir. I don't know where the bags are at. The bags haven't come yet. I told her to meet you so she would be sure," Mrs. Choi said and Kim groaned. A simple the bags haven't gotten here would have relieved them both of the stress.
"Okay, Mrs. Choi. When the bags come, let me know," he said, and Mrs. Choi nodded.
"Do you need anything else Sir? A drink, some food?" Mrs. Choi asked. From experience, Kim knew he would not leave there until he ate or at least drank something.
"Some cookies please," he said. Mrs. Choi's eyebrows shut up. It was a typical response that people had to his love for sweets and all. He was the President of one of the biggest companies in the United States at thirty years old, and he still loved sweets.
"Right away, Sir," she said and came back quickly with a plate of chocolate cookies and milk. Kim smiled at the treat and started to eat. He had taken some cake at the wedding so he needed to be careful. He ate his cookies, thanked Mrs. Choi and bid her goodnight before going back to Ariel.
He was not surprised to find her sleeping. He was gone for quite a while, but how angelic she looked while sleeping was shocking to him. The white dress did not help matters and for a slight moment, it felt like he was in heaven.
Strands of her black hair splayed across her face, making her white skin look even whiter. Her pink lips puckered even in sleep. She looked so peaceful that it was a war to wake her up.
Kim took a deep breath and lightly tapped her. She grumbled and slept even more comfortably. He called her name and asked her to wake up, all to no avail. He tapped her again and she said to leave her alone. Kim was starting to get frustrated. He cursed and then picked her up. He heard her squeak and knew she was finally awake but carried her anyway to his room. That was his first mistake.
Any sensible human would have put her in another room. But he was over confident and he was not thinking straight. He felt that Ariel did not affect him because he did not like her personality and she was generally not his type. The reasonable thing to do was just to drop her elsewhere. But no, Kim dropped her on his own bed and let her know he knew she was awake. He even shoved her into the bathroom.
When he was doing all that, it didn't occur to him that she would need help with her dress. Kim saw the corset but he didn't think that far that she wouldn't be able to take it off.
He was looking for what she could wear when he heard her ask for his help with her dress. He smiled then because he remembered how erotic it could be. It was an integral part of fucking, undressing your partner.
Ariel looked as though she wanted to run at hills as he approached her. The sight of her back clothed was a marvel. Old habits died hard and so he started undressing her as he would a lover.
When she arched her back to him, Kim's dick felt a strong surge. He was growing hard by her movements. She let out the tiniest of moans as he loosened the third string. Kim was almost completely hard at that point. When the last strong fell, he knew she was also aroused as she let the dress fall.
Almost immediately, she bent to pick up the dress and he saw the flash of a pink nipple. Kim almost turned her there and then. His mouth wanted to be on the nipple, suckling and biting till it reddened.
He asked her to stop then and she did. Kim focused his attention on her back. That was all he could allow himself. Her back was glorious, smooth milky skin, lean and strong. Without thinking much, he reached to her hair and brought out the pins. Her hair fell to her back in a glorious mass. It was beautiful.
Kim sank his fingers into it and she moaned again, this time louder. It took all of his self control not to turn her back and kiss the hell out of her mouth, and proceed to do wonderful things to her body.
"Go take your bath," he said and all but nudged her into the bathroom. Ariel picked up her dress and turned back to look at him with pleading eyes. Kim was not sure she knew what she was begging for.
"Go on in," he said and turned his back at her. It was with slight anger and sexual frustration that he scattered his wardrobe and brought out a white shirt for her to wear.
He dropped the white shirt on the bed and stormed out of the room, banging the door loudly so that she would hear it.
Kim groaned as he paced on the lobby. He was not so sure he could stay a whole five years with her. It seemed like a life time now. His rules seemed to disappear from his mind. He was pretty sure that he didn't like her. Not as person, not really, but his dick certainly did want to fuck her. That was the problem. Sexual attachments that came with living together for five years usually led to something else, something he did not want. Kim needed a distraction, he needed to be away from her. If he was with her, even if she was not his usual type, she was definitely appealing.
Kim figured he would just think of the things that he did not like about her. The fact that probably got married to him for money was one. Then was the fact that she could not speak up for herself. He knew that she was twenty-five years old but she behaved like a child, even his younger sister Jessica could be more mature.
She was also too cold. She did not have friends or a social life, none that me knew of. She was a loner, and that said millions about her behavior.
She was a pushover too, he hated pushovers. If his father had not been in debt of her father. She definitely would not have been the perfect wife for him. She was the opposite actually.
Kim could not for his life fathom what his father was thinking. Their marriage would be a disaster. Kim opened one of the doors and walked into one of the rooms. Even after his anger rant to himself, the annoying part was the fact that he was still horny, nothing change in that aspect. He might not like her but he was attracted to her.
Kim went into the bathroom took some lotion and began to stroke his already hard penis. His mind went back to Ariel, her smooth back, her full hair. He imagined her turning to him. He already saw the color of her nipples, and he could gauge the size of her breasts. They were a bit big for her size, a bit more than a handful. He imagined looking into her eyes and kissing her full on her pink perky lips while he rolled both her pink nipples in between his thumbs and another fingers rolling, drawing the tips out, while lightly biting her lips, sucking and drawing them out.
He imagined the little moans that she would make while she was writhing her body over his. He imagined that she would be on a counter, and her legs would be around his waist, he would leave one of her breast and sneak down to her pussy, she wouldn't even expect it. He imagined massaging her pussy lips and the moans that would be spilling from her mouth. When he would touch her clit, she would jerk and he would have to settle her down. She would be soaking wet down there. Dripping. He would drag a finger down, it would slip. He would bring it out and show her.
"Look how wet you are," he would say. Her eyes would be glazed but she would look and nod her head. He would push the finger past her lips and make her taste her own juices. And then she would bend down and do the same.
He imagined sucking on her clit, rolling his tongue over the pink bud, and how she would press her sex to his face more. He would suck on it more and place his tongue inside her vagina and bring her to orgasm. Her juices would coat his tongue and even his face. He would plunge into her then. He was already close even before he started. He thrust into her a few times before his load shot out and filled her pussy.
Kim could feel the warm semen on his hand after his strong orgasm. It had shaken him.
Kim shook his head at himself as he washed up. He was just going to relieve himself but he ended up having an erotic fantasy about Ariel. It was not good for his health. He needed to get over her, and soon.
Kim took his bath, again and put back on his boxers and stalked back to his room. Good sense would tell Kim not to go back, especially when he just masturbated to the thought of the said girl, but he figured he would kick her out if he got there.
On getting to the room, Ariel was soundly asleep at one side of the bed. She was putting on the white shirt he dropped for her. He entered into the room with faith, be almost feared that he would enter and meet a naked Ariel. That would not have ended well. It was best that she was asleep, the only problem was the fact that he could not kick her out then.
The bed was wide enough for two. There was no reason he could not sleep in the same bed with her. All he needed were some reinforcements.
Kim placed pillows in the middle of the bed to separate the both of them before he lay down to sleep.
It was going to be a long five years.