Shortly before,
I awoke with a stretch and a smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. It was finally over, but as I looked around the room, my expression soured. I was still here, trapped in the aftermath of yesterday's chaos.
"Rogan, I heard your wife arrived yesterday, but it's already morning, and she still hasn't come to greet us — the elders," my mother-in-law's voice echoed with palpable dissatisfaction. I frowned, wishing to move on from this uncomfortable moment, but soon enough, my husband's voice broke through the tension. "Mother, she had a hard day yesterday." Hard day? Tch, this dog of a husband, certainly had a peculiar way of phrasing things.
Reflecting on the absurdity of the events that transpired yesterday, I felt a surge of frustration rising within me. That white lotus had truly outdone herself. "What is so hard about it? She went out and made a complete fool of herself! Tell me, why is she so vicious?" There it was again. This woman was like a lock-jawed Pitbull, refusing to let go of her grievances. Constantly stirring up dirty water, Ah!
"Mother, it is not her fault," Rogan insisted, trying to defend me.
"Oh, did you see the video?" she shot back, her voice dripping with contempt.
"I was there. I know the entire situation well. My wife was not wrong," he asserted firmly.
"Since being married, you have changed—" her voice was thick with grievances, and I could almost picture her casting a teary-eyed glance at my husband. So old, yet she still wanted to act all coy and innocent.
"It's a good thing. I must protect my wife," Arrogan's voice deepened, a hint of authority lacing his words. I decided it was time to get off the bed and dress myself. Arrogan had never truly given this woman any respect. Although he referred to her as mother and offered her the basic respect due to family, he made it clear where his loyalties lay. "I was just showing concern; our family is about to do business with the Duans. If we—"
"We, from the Au family, are among the top four families. The only ones we need to give face to are those and the hidden families," he stated with conviction. At least the dog man understood where his loyalties lay.
Footsteps echoed in the hall, prompting me to dash to the bathroom for a quick shower, using it as an excuse to escape the tension.
My heart raced wildly in my chest. He was right, and his tone was so commanding that I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as the water cascaded over my skin. Closing my eyes, I bit my lower lip, feeling an unexpected wave of arousal wash over me.
"You are such a horny girl," a sultry voice whispered directly into my ear, sending shivers racing down my spine. I tilted my head back in response, arching my chest forward as eager hands found their way to my twin peaks. A low gasp escaped my lips as he tugged teasingly at my hardened tips, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. "Hearing your voice is my ultimate arousal," I breathed, gasping softly as his right hand began its tantalizing journey downward, brushing lightly against my hip before daring to dip between my thighs.
"Wife," he growled, his voice thick with desire and possession, leaving me yearning for more. Divorce this man—I shuddered, trailing off with a raspy gasp—it is simply too cheap for that woman and everyone who covets what's mine!
"Husband," I gasped again, my reply teasingly twisting my hips in a seductive manner. My open mouth became an invitation, allowing a finger to inch its way toward my lips, dipping inside as it grazed against my tongue, exploring the softness within. My eyes rolled back in a mixture of desire and frustration, reflecting the turmoil of emotions swirling inside me. The very thought of someone wanting what is rightfully mine ignited a fire within me.
In the warm embrace of the shower, two bodies intertwined, their forms becoming one under the cascading water. The intricate rainfall design of the shower enveloped both figures, creating a sensual atmosphere as droplets danced around them. The smaller body, delicate and soft, pressed against the cool tiles of the wall, while the larger, more muscular figure moved rhythmically, skillfully swinging his waist between those stunning, alluring thighs.
This intimate exchange continued for what felt like an eternity, the sound of water mixing with their soft breaths and occasional whispers filling the air with an intoxicating melody. Eventually, the man, with a gentle yet firm grip, lifted her from the shower, the water glistening on her skin as he carefully dried her off with a plush towel. After ensuring she was warm and comfortable, he placed her down on the luxurious beauty couch, positioning her to half-lie gracefully, allowing her to relax and bask in the afterglow of their shared moment.
This blissful situation persisted for quite some time before the man finally decided to carry her out. He gently dried her off and then positioned her to recline halfway on the beauty couch, ensuring she was comfortable and at ease.
All I had wanted was to take a refreshing shower, to cleanse myself, and find some relief from the day's overwhelming events. That was all I was after at that moment. However, now my body, which had once felt revitalized and energized, was slightly unsteady and shaky. My core continued to flutter with sensations, still tingling from the intense pleasure I had just experienced due to the silicone plug that my dog husband had just forcefully inserted inside me.
I was dazed for a while, lost in the aftermath of what had just occurred, but not for long. I knew that if I wasn't dressed by the time he returned, he might act like a dog again and pounce on me.
Quickly, I stood up and selected one of the body butters from a small company I had sponsored about a year ago. I had been struggling with skin issues while travelling to different countries; sometimes it was oily, and other times it was desert-dry.
When this small company approached me, I agreed to sponsor them for free, only asking that every month they send me two small tubs of their cream.
Recently, she had mentioned expanding into hair care. That would be interesting, especially since I had a mass of hair that could certainly use some extra care and attention.
As I rubbed the butter in my hands, I applied some to my skin, ensuring it felt soft and thoroughly hydrated. I took my time, relishing the sensation of the cream gliding over my skin, ensuring it felt soft and hydrated.