Chapter 20 Arabelle
Arabelle
“How often do you get to come to a performance?” Florian asks as he takes his seat.
When I attempt to take my seat beside him, he surprises me by pulling me firmly into his lap.
It’s our first date as a married couple, and I can sense his desire to create a memorable experience for me. I must say no one has ever treated me the way Florian has, and no one has ever been this considerate of what I might like.
We have a private box at the ballet, and outside, Asva, Hugo, and Alrick stand guard to ensure our night remains undisturbed.
I’ve noticed the increase in security since our wedding, even though he doesn’t think I have.
No matter how much I press him for information about what’s going on, he remains tight-lipped about the reason for all the extra guards, saying that he has everything handled, and it’s nothing that I should be worried about.
But I am worried, and I have a hunch it has something to do with his father.
Anytime he’s pissed off about anything, it’s about his father.
“I haven’t been to a performance where I haven’t been a part of it since I was a kid. I don’t have time for anything outside of work.”
I squirm in his lap as his erection pushes against my ass. He grips my hips tighter to stop me from moving.
“Well, that changes now, Mrs. Larsson.” He kisses my bare shoulder, then traces his fingers against my skin. “You can’t work all the time.”
I look over my shoulder and smile, feeling a rush of warmth spread across my face at the look he’s giving me. Whenever he addresses me as Mrs. Larsson, I can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement, like a schoolgirl with a secret crush.
“With your empire, I’m sure you’re just as much of a workaholic as I am.”
“Touché,” he says, his voice filled with a deep, smoky resonance, and a fiery intensity is burning in his eyes. “So, I guess it’s something we both need to remedy, then. Less work, more play.”
“I don’t mind playing,” I whisper, and his deep chuckle vibrates around me.
The lights of the theater dim, and a hushed anticipation fills the air, signaling the start of the performance.
As his fingers touch my bare arm, a tingling sensation shoots down my spine, leaving me breathless.
The atmosphere is so charged, and it’s something I’ve never experienced before.
I’m not sure if it’s excitement for the performance or the intimacy Florian and I are sharing.
My choice for the evening is a chic, knee-length black dress that hugs my body to perfection and leaves my shoulders bare. Now, it’s slowly inching up my thighs, giving him the perfect access to my core.
With a smile on my face, I turn my attention to the performance, trying to ignore the need to spread my legs wider so he can reach my pussy.
But I don’t know how long I’ll be able to focus on the performance.
Florian’s gentle touch has moved from my arm to my inner thigh, sending a shiver down my spine.
Even though the darkness surrounds us, and there’s no way anyone will be able to see us, the thrill of the possibility sends a surge of arousal through me, drenching the black lace panties I’m wearing.
I think he knows I enjoy the thrill of being watched, and the ballet offers the illusion of all eyes on us while also providing the cover of darkness.
As his soft lips pepper kisses across my upper back, the fingers of one of his hands tease the hem of my dress, which is pushed above my hips now.
I look over my shoulder and take notice of the intense desire reflecting in his eyes. “Keep your eyes on the performance, Mrs. Larsson,” he whispers, his fingers grazing the curves of my breasts. “You wouldn’t want to miss anything, would you?”
My attention snaps back to the stage, but it’s interrupted by his large hand caressing my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. A faint moan slips past my lips, causing my eyes to flutter slightly.
He pushes the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts to the cool breeze in the theater, which instantly makes my nipples harden.
“Florian,” I moan. The sensation of grinding my hips against his straining erection through his dress slacks causes me to burn with a more intense desire for him.
“Be quiet, Beauty.” He twists and pinches my nipple, and his other hand lightly brushes the fabric covering my heated core. “You don’t want anyone to hear us, now, do you?”
I purse my lips, attempting to stifle the moans and whimpers, but his touch is driving me crazy. I want to feel him deep inside me, stretching me, where I’m so full it’s like I might explode. So, I can’t stop the moans and whimpers.
“Or maybe you do,” he whispers, tracing delicate circles over my clit, the sensation seeping through the fabric of my panties.
“Oh my god.”
“My Beauty isn’t as sweet and innocent as I think she is, which is fine with me if she’s not. Maybe she wants everyone to see my fingers playing with her pretty cunt. You’re so wet. Is that it, baby? You want someone to see me playing with this tight pussy?”
“Florian…please,” I plead, feeling his agile fingers teasing my sensitive spot, causing another surge of desire that saturates my underwear. “I need you.”
“Be more specific, Beauty. Tell me exactly what you need, and I might just give it to you.”
The intensity of his twists and pinches to my nipples increases, and while it’s painful, I enjoy it so much. I love it.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“In the theater?” He chuckles. “With everyone watching?”
He increases the gentle pressure on my clit.
“Yes,” I groan. His hand on my throbbing core sends waves of pleasure through me. “Please.”
“Take your panties off.”
Quickly, I stand up from his lap, feeling a rush of excitement as I slide my panties down my legs. He unfastens his dress slacks, revealing himself to me. He firmly grasps my hips, guiding me to straddle his throbbing member. Slowly, I lower myself onto him, and we both hiss from the sensation.
“Fuck,” he grunts, maneuvering me up and down his shaft, ensuring that every inch of him is deep within me. “That’s it. Take all of me.”
“Oh god,” I groan, feeling the intense pleasure as he thrusts up into me while I bounce on his long, thick cock.
The orchestra’s music provides a melodic backdrop to our passionate lovemaking, masking the intensity of our sounds.
“Not God,” he grunts, his rough nails digging into my hips, intensifying the tingling sensation that spreads throughout my body. “But I am your Beast. Now come for me.”
He pinches my clit, and waves of pleasure move through my entire body, then I lose myself in ecstasy.
“Florian!” I shout, my voice mingling with the music of the ballet while my body convulses as my orgasm barrels through me like an out-of-control freight train.
“Fuck, Beauty, I’m coming,” he groans, and with each pulse of his release, he stiffens beneath me, filling me with his warm cum.
We both sit in silence, trying to catch our breath. As we both come down from the intense pleasure, I giggle as he sighs.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” I whisper, my voice filled with a mix of disbelief and awe. “Can we do it again? I really want to do it again.”
He chuckles, but just before he responds, a gentle tap on the door interrupts our wonderful moment.
With a sigh, I rise to my feet and adjust my dress, pulling it back up to cover my chest before smoothing it down my hips.
Ignoring his cum leaking from me, I reach for my underwear to pull them up, but he reaches out his hand.
I hand them to him, and he gives them a long sniff before tucking them into his pocket.
“These are mine now.” He tucks his now flaccid cock back into his dress pants. “Stay here,” he says before walking to the door.
As he opens the door to the private box, a symphony of hushed whispers and muffled curses fills the air. After he closes the door, I notice a shift in his demeanor when he returns to sit beside me.
“What’s wrong?”
He sighs. “My father’s here, and he wants to meet you.”
“Can’t you let this go, Florian? Maybe if we just stay out of his way, he’ll leave us alone.”
“You don’t understand what he’s done to me and my family, Beauty.”
“Maybe I don’t understand, but I don’t want to be dragged into the middle of whatever you two have going on. Could you just let it go just for me? I’m begging you.”
Now the way he’s looking at me is different.
Gone is the man who’s shattering the thick walls protecting my heart.
His eyes and face are blank, devoid of any emotion or expression, which isn’t normal when he looks at me.
Most of the time, so many emotions are dancing in his eyes, but not now.
The man I’m starting to have feelings for is definitely not the same person sitting beside me.
“I’m not doing that, Arabelle,” he says, his voice distant and detached. “Not for you. Not for anyone else. He deserves everything that’s going to happen to him and more.”
I can’t explain the amount of hurt his words cause, but that hurt only lasts for a short while.
Then, nothing but anger fills me. I think about the life I had to give up, the dream of finally finding someone who will love me because of a debt my father owed.
I ask him to give up one thing for me, and it’s an instant no.
“After all that I gave up for this, and your answer is no? Either let it go for me or give me time to sort things out for myself, Florian. I don’t want to be involved in whatever you have going on between you and your father. I refuse to.”
“Then you can have your time.”
With a nod, I divert my attention back to the performance. The silence between us is deafening. The distance between us seems insurmountable.
I feel his intense gaze, like a laser beam, piercing the side of my face, but I refuse to acknowledge him.
I’m done having this conversation with him.
I won’t remain in a relationship where I’m not a priority and revenge is, especially if it puts my safety at risk.
I’ve already had to hide in a safe room because of his father.
If Florian would simply let go of this vendetta against his father, we could move on with our lives, build some type of future together.
If he’s not willing to do that for me, for us, then I can no longer stay in this relationship because it means he doesn’t value me enough.
It’s as simple as that. He’s made his choice, and now, I have to make mine.