I looked at my face in the dressing mirror. It's been a month now yet, the scars of the slap hasn't left my face. I know it won't leave no matter what.
So finally, Leo has gotten his own way of leaving a mark on me. He has succeeded.
Well.....
Isn't this what he has always wanted? I won't allow this mark cause a stigma in my life or a burden to me.
As I just said....., I think the best thing to do is keep on applying makeups and more makeups until the world ends. I don't think he himself saw this before fucking me this morning.
Yup!
You heard me right.
Seven months ago..., we stopped having sex because of what he knew I had. THE VAGINA INFECTION thing. I see it as a discharge, it never happened before but just one time, I started experiencing it.
But as I can remember early this morning, I went downstairs to get a cup of hot coffee because I woke up to ease myself during midnight and I couldn't get any sleeps after that.
I don't know if it's a crime for someone to be on just black bra and thongs. He couldn't take his eyes off me. And if you ask what he came downstairs to do.....?
Well, like I said, it was midnight and everyone was still fast asleep. I took the opportunity to come down with what I felt do be comfortable for me at that mysterious hour. I never noticed his footsteps descending on the stairs. He came after all to get a bottle of water from the fridge.
Too bad if I can't recall what time it actually were.
I promised myself never to get distracted by his upper bare body which was shirtless. And the trace of the V line that demarcated the.....
Okay, shall we go on now? I can't even believe that am describing how gorgeous his brawly and beefy muscular body is.
I understand if he has been gyming right from the day we got married but I won't let that body take my soul away. All in one excitement and sexual arousal.
He was on a black denim pants. And as normal, I greeted him with the tone that sound like a mumble. GOOD MORNING, CHIEF.
Even though I still didn't know what time it were at that hour. I still knew it was a A.M and not a P.M.
You may ask why I called him chief. Well, good question. Ever since the day we got into this Forced Matrimony...., Yeah, I call it a forced thing because we never met, fell in love and dated like normal people do before marriage.
I began by addressing him by his name, but then, he forbids and restricted me from doing so. I thought going to the next level by forcing myself to call him sweet name would change the fact and make things more lively but it worsen it the more.
Leonardo almost killed me one time for daring to call him Baby, honey, sugar, my love, honey pie, sweetheart, etc. Name the sweet names you know.
I tried it all but I ended up getting SORE THIGHS on his bed whenever I dare to. And since then, I vowed never again to address him by his name. I fished out a name that do work for billionaires. When I mean billionaires, I'm talking bout THE DONS. Legendary of wealth because that's where Leo was born into.
Unlike me... Let's just forget about my own family story and backgrounds. It's always a problem and still a problem until Jesus comes.
Though he never replied out loud but I knew he answered with a nod while reaching for the fridge's door.
I continued making my cup of coffee, unknowing to me, he leaned against the fridge to give me a never-ending gaze. From my head to my toes.....no, since I was backing him, I mean, my back was facing him while I do what I do, his gaze went from my nape to my big ass.
This is one reason why I hate massive ass. It gets you into trouble in the hands of men, anything, any day. And from my own perspective, I think it's the only thing that attracts me to Leo like a magnet.
To give him a good sightseeing view, I tucked my hair to one side of my neck and gave a sweet pose of my body.
As for me, I thought he had left long ago and it was just me in the kitchen. But when I felt two strong arms wrapping themselves around my waist, I gasped.
I already knew who it was so I dare not to turn or speak. My coffee was ready but I have no time to taste it. The hands took it from mine and kept it at a corner on the counter.
My God, it's been a long while since I last felt this way.
I call it, ELECTROCUTION. It strikes me onces down my spines and generates butterflies in my stomach. Only Leo makes me feel such things when he has his hands over me.
I heard him whispering something like he caught my earlobe in his mouth, causing me to inch a bit.
According to him,
Me dressing like this is like running into his chamber to make advoc. There's no going back the same, baby.
As a strong woman that I am, I try not to make him feel manly or have the upper hand. I told him I was on my mensuration period. That was a lie but he didn't buy it.
I needed him more than he do but I wanted to punish him first, yet it didn't work out for me. He is very smart and quick-witted.
He told me he won't get to that spot but the other spot.
And I began to process and assume what spot he was talking about. Not until he ripped off my thongs from behind me and pulled down his trouser.
I can't count how many of my thongs has been ripped by him whenever he wants to fuck me.
I had to hold a grip from the counter, gasping as he gestured me to lay flat on my chest. It was like a police officer holding a criminal captive.
The next thing I could feel was the force of a massive long thing like a big stick, thrusting into my ass.
Geez, my God!
I gasped and almost died. There was no words that could come out of my mouth and his deep groans were the only thing that erupted the silence in the kitchen.
My ass got sore because he didn't stop after a long hour. In addition to that, he insisted I give him blowjob.
And now that I swallowed a lot of his juices during ejaculation, I think I should go wash my mouth and brush my tongue, thoroughly.