WILLIAM'S POV
Philip was on his way home, so I thought I should cook him dinner and wear something he would enjoy tearing apart.
I didn't know Philip liked stakes when I ordered them for him. I made the stakes and some mashed potatoes to go with them.
I'm also wearing my shortest skirt, red panties he likes with net leggings and a nice crop top that shows my bra if I puff up my chest even a little bit.
My appointment with the doctor went great, and he said there wouldn't be any complications when it marks me. I get all giddy when I think of us getting married a sudden smile always appears.
I hear the door unlock. It must be Philip. I quickly left the kitchen to greet him; as soon as he walked in, he looked at me with his eyes going up and down, "is there an event I don't know about?" With a big smile on his face.
I got closer to him, and his chest was on my face, "I just wanted to make dinner for you," I said, concealing my shyness from him.
He lifted my face to face him, but I still avoided his gaze. He cupped my cheeks and kissed me; he let go of my lips after a minute or two, "This is all I need."
"Get freshen up. I made dinner."
He smiled and gave me a little peck on the lips before going to change. I started to finish in the kitchen and made three plates, one more if he wanted more.
Philip walked in with only his black boxers. I knew he would do that because it became routine to be naked around him, and him only wearing boxers.
"Sit down. The meal is getting cold."
He sat down, "smells delicious, sweetheart."
While eating, I wanted to speak but hesitated but built up the courage to tell him about my parents.
"Philip, I wanted to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"It's about last night." He stopped eating and put down his utensils to listen to what I was about to say.
"Go on." He said in a heavy, serious voice.
"My parents are still alive and well. It's just that they didn't want me to live when they found out I was an Omega; they beat me up because they didn't want to be an Omega..." Tears formed in my eyes as I re-lived my past trauma.
Philip took my hands and said, "If you don't want to tell me, it's fine; I know enough, and if you want me to kill them, you can just order to do so."
I smiled as I wiped my tears because, at this moment, I realized I didn't need anything, only him; I only required him.
Philip got up and hugged me, lifted me and said, "I can never be the same because, before you, my heart used to be in one piece, but now it's in two pieces, one for you and one for me to live."
"Thank you, Philip, for everything."
"Anything for your sweetheart." And he kissed me. Licking my tears away, "I should destroy everything that makes you cry."
I couldn't help but smile at him. I was blessed to have him in my life. A partner is so caring and loving.
"Also, I need you to meet with my uncle."
"Ok, when?"
"Tomorrow for lunch, maybe he wanted to see you and talk to you a little to get to know you better."
"Sure, I'll do anything for you."
He sat me on his lap as he sat again to complete his dinner, "you know we should go shopping tomorrow. You need more clothes."
"Why do I need more clothes?"
"Baby, the clothes are almost finished, and you know I'm gonna also tear apart these clothes you're wearing."
"Do you like them?"
"Yes, I do like them; I like how your skin tastes when I bite into it; I like how easily you get bruised up when I touch you. It comforts me that without marking you, I left something on your body that still proves you belong to me. Your body, love, interest, yearning, and focus are all mine and mine alone."
My heart skipped a beat when I heard this, I looked into black eyes and kissed him, and when our lips touched, I didn't let go this time but kept kissing him. His forcefulness always aroused me; I could never think straight when submerged in his pheromones. At that moment, I tried to tease him more so he could also go to extreme lengths for my body to give me the pleasure he got when he bit my skin to make me shudder and leave me helpless. That is why I moan harder with every thrust between my thighs to let him know that he can go one as long as he wants. That is why I refuse to get exhausted in proving that I'm the only one who can pleasure him as I do.
His hands always search for something to grab and pinch, and when he gets tired of kissing, he always sucks my breast because he knows he can leave a bruise when it bites into my skin.
Sometimes his eagerness gets the best of him, as he clears the table with only one hand and holds me with one, removing everything between his desires. He would let me go now and pin me down on the table to sniff my nape and grind his bulging cock on my ass.
I know what he'll do. Next, he'll put my thighs together and take out his massive cock, and then he'll stoke my penis to cum and use it as lube. His huge hands stroking my penis and his bugling cock on my ass make me cum every time.
Philip will put them between my thighs and his cock to fuck me. He entered and started thrusting fucking me, and controlling himself to maintain my virginity.
His cock always rubbed my penis again when he thrusts, making me cum and moan, providing him with constant lube to keep going until he decided otherwise, and it pleased him to see me so helpless because he'll be faster than before.
I tried to face him, but my body wasn't in my control; Philip was in control, and I was his muse. When he's finished, he'll admire his creation.
My pleasure and full moan can be heard outside because I sometimes can't control them.
The night will continue until the artist decides he's done.
PHILIPS POV
It's 2 in the morning; I just finished fucking William. I took a shower after I cleaned William and went to bed; he's sleeping peacefully.
But somehow, sleep is invading me today. I don't know why? Maybe because of the problems arising so suddenly around me, I can't sleep.
My secretary told me that my brother arrived at the house safely and soundly. I'll talk to him tomorrow at dinner about his drinking habits.
With no sleep, I decided to light a cigar, poured myself some scotch, and went to the balcony. I've been smoking more nowadays, at least three cigars per day. I used to smoke once a week only for a taste.
Maybe this will help me sleep; I sipped my Scotch. I learned how to be a gentleman when I was in high school. Almost all of my connections were made through high school.
The school was built because the elite wanted to be elite; to do that, they needed to forge friendships and connections. What better time to start this than in high school?
Henry was with me from day one. He and my mother's friends from college, so we grew up together. Always together in holidays and family events, but when we both started working, we drifted apart; he was in the Police academy I was in the office with my father, but we never lost contact; I was there when he told his father he didn't want to work in the business and be a police officer and was there when decided to marry. The drift became more prominent when his kids were born. I was their Godfather. My father and his father never really talked to each other, but they also never argued.
His mother was there for me when I graduated from university because mine left me for the kingdom of heaven. She cried seeing me on the stage and threw a party for Henry and me. I was equal to her son.
Henry's family home is a little further from my family home. I should take William to meet her after talking with Alex.
My cigar was almost finished. I put it down and poured the Scotch down my throat. It's funny how night can make you remember things that are essential to you.
I got up and went to bed. However, this time, sleep came faster than I thought.
To be Continued...
(Dear readers please remember that When William describes what Philip is doing he's predicting and narrating what Philip will do but eventually it will turn into the present.)