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He winks at me before opening the door and joining. Atlis grabs my hand, pulling it to the tip of his cock, making me stroke him. I am the doll, and he is the ventriloquist. “This is called a magic cross.” He moves my hand lazily up his shaft to the next, “This one is a pubic piercing. I was waiting until you were more willing to explain them to you. You will be able to feel both when I’m inside you. But that’s why I know you aren’t ready for me. You think my tongue inside your pussy is a lot?”
My cheeks flush as he slowly moves my hand back and forth. I take in his body with my eyes, head to toe and back.
“Like what you see?” He asks with a smirk. “Come here,” he demands as he grabs my hips, turns me around, and pulls my body to his. My hands ache to touch his body, to feel every scar and every tattoo under my fingers. To drop my lips to them and whisper my darkest secrets.
His cock presses up against my lower back. Every thought I have disappears from the bathroom, my mind now clouded with images of his body on my own. The profane ways he could fuck me run through my head like a derailed train, leaving goosebumps etched into my skin. I moan in response to my brain. Lust is the only feeling I have.
“Oh, I may not be in your head with you, but I do know what you're thinking. Dirty little girl, aren’t you?” He whispers just below my ear, into my hairline.
“Yes,” I groan. “I’m imagining all the places my husband will fuck me.”
His hand moves from my hip to between my legs. “Like… here, in the shower?” His fingers circle my clit, teasing me.
“Mmm, yes.”
“Like…” He pushes a finger inside of me. “Bent over the couch?” His cock presses harder into my back.
“Yes.”
“How about…” Atlis adds another finger, pumping in and out of me at a snail's pace. His other hand reaches up and tweaks my nipple, pulling and twisting just enough to make my breath hitch. “In the hot tub out back. Your nipples hard from the cold air, and your pussy nice and warm with my cock settled inside.”
“Yes, husband,” I reply. My mind is overwhelmed with the images he plants inside.
“What about…” He adds a third finger, stretching me in such a delightful way. He starts pumping faster, using his thumb to play with my clit. His hand captures my own, our fingers tangling messily together. “On stage, in front of all the people at our wedding. How they would gasp and react to the sweet sounds of your cunt, you asking me to fuck you harder. Your cum dripping down my cock and your legs. Can you imagine that, wife?”
“Fuck, Atlis,” I yell as I orgasm for a third time tonight. My hole throbs with his fingers still inside.
“Good girl. Such a needy little slut.” Pulling his fingers from me, he spins me around and grabs both of my hands, strategically placing them on his hips. “Don’t move. It’s time to wash up.”
Gathering up my hair in one hand, he leans down and puts his lips on my cheek. The hot water makes me sweat, and I groan as I lay my head on his chest
Atlis grabs the body wash and pours some in his hand before touching it to my skin. Instantly my body gets goosebumps as he slowly runs his hand over me. He is tantalizing slow and I do nothing except arch my back, lean up against him, and close my eyes.
He takes a lot of time to make sure he gets every square inch of my body and my hair before I turn around and do the same to him. The water now ice cold, our bodies hot, and our minds racing.
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It’s my turn to lay in bed awake. My body is surfing with the endorphins Atlis has given me, but my mind swims through an underwater maze.
What have I done? I let my sleepiness and hormones be an excuse to open my legs for someone. Is it from being tired, or is it from all the dirty things he’s done to me? I don’t know, or care, if he is legally my husband or not. After the last time, I swore–never again.
How do I bring up my past? How do I explain to him what I’ve been scared to tell anyone else about?
“Atlis,” I call out to him. Even though he has been sleeping only a couple of hours, and it's still the middle of the night, he rolls over and cracks his eyes open.
“Yes?”
“I think…” I pause to regroup my thoughts. “We need to talk. Since we’re married, we should have a discussion. I didn't plan to get married so soon, even with him, but now that we are, I need to get something off my chest.”
We both sit up, and he turns on the lamp that sits on his nightstand. His entire body turns in my direction, focusing his attention on me and only me. The illumination from the light hits everywhere except Atlis's face, creating an eerie feel. It’s almost as if we are awake and telling ghost stories.
“What is it, Zolina? What do I need to know?”
“First, I have never told anyone else except my father. He’s the only one who knew what had happened. I’m breaking my vow of secrecy, and I hope you know how much that means.”
“I do. I have secrets from my past that I will never explain, not even to you. I won’t tell anyone.”
“Good.” His silver eyes explore mine, trying to understand that I’m not upset about him keeping secrets. I already know he has some, and I only hope that one day he will find the confidence to tell me. There is a firmness in his eyes, but I continue. “It started when I was thirteen. I had just gotten out of the hospital for pneumonia, and I was still very sick.
