Chapter 1 #3
“Ouch!” I cooed in slight pain to myself and looked down into the clear blue water.
Squatting, I noticed it was a clam. Looking around, I noticed there were quite a few of them. Some boiled clams with seasoned butter and lemon juice would go perfect for an appetizer as Syris made us dinner. I smiled to myself because look at me being a wife.
Exiting the water, I grabbed my sarong, then entered the water again.
I walked and placed as many clams as I could in it.
I had a nice amount, and I didn’t want to be greedy, so I placed the last clam into my sarong then left the water.
Right when I lifted my sarong, a deep voice scared the hell out of me, and I dropped my clams.
“Do you need any help?” I jumped back hard as hell. “I’m sorry, gorgeous. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Desmond,” he stated and extended his hand for me to shake
It was the cutie from earlier who waved at me.
Damn he was even more striking up close, but my chest deflated a bit because I wish it had been Muse who approached me instead.
His muscular chest was on display as swim shorts covered his lower half.
My heart was still beating rather quickly because I didn’t hear him approach me, but then again, footsteps weren’t that noticeable on sand. I placed my hand in his.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Era.” I snatched my hand back and squatted to gather my clams.
He followed suit. “Your name is just as beautiful as you are. Can I give you a hand?”
“Thank you, but I can handle it.”
“Okay. What’s a beautiful woman like yourself doing out here all alone? This is predator season, and a fine specimen like yourself could get wifed-up in the blink of an eye.”
Predator season? What the hell was this man talking about? He had to be high. I continued to ignore him as I gathered my clams when his fingertips lightly trailed down the side of my thigh.
Instantly, I stopped and caught his hand. “Sir, I don’t care who you are or what you have going on, but if you touch me again, you will regret it.” I removed his hand from my thigh and gathered my clams. As I stood and took a step, Desmond jumped in front of me.
“I’m sorry, Era. Forgive me for being an ass. I get kinda crazy when I’m in the company of a beautiful woman.”
“You’re forgiven. Now, can you please move? I see three women sitting over there, and I’m sure they are anticipating your return.” I tried to step around him, but he sidestepped me.
“Yes they are, but we’re talking about you right now. Not them. You’re a rare breed, Era. A woman with your physique and beauty is highly sought after, and I desperately desire you to be on my team.”
“Stop right there. I’m happily married, and I have no desire to be one of your concubines.”
Desmond started laughing, and I didn’t get the joke.
After a couple more minutes of laughing, he composed himself then stared at me.
“Sweetheart, you are as green as a fresh blade of grass. You have no idea where you are or what’s going on around you?
Where’s your husband because there’s no ring on your finger? ”
My fist clenched at the same time as Syris’s deep voice interrupted our conversation.
“Right here, muthafucka.” Desmond turned, and Syris popped him clean in the face.
Blood sprayed from his nose as he fell onto the sand.
The three women ran from Desmond sitting area and raced over to us, but I noticed Muse had remained at the cabin with his arms folded across his chest. He didn’t seem bothered in the slightest as he looked on at the situation before him.
Two of the women that ran over sank to their knees to console him, while the third stood and grilled us.
“If you ever come near my wife again, I’ll make sure your punk ass is swimming with the sharks.”
Desmond third lady friend stepped forward, and I stepped in front of Syris. “Bitch, don’t even try it. I’ll drop yo’ ass faster than your man. Play with me if you want to.”
She stepped back, and Syris grabbed onto my hand. He guided us inside then rounded on me. “Where is your ring!” he shouted.
Flinching, I sat the clams on the kitchen counter and faced him. “Why are you shouting at me? It’s on the nightstand because I didn’t want to lose it in the water.”
Syris rubbed down his face then pulled me in a tight embrace. I wrapped my hands around his back as he held onto me. He began to relax in my embrace, and I felt his anger slowly subsiding. When we finally parted, his large hands cradled my face, and I held onto his wrists.
“Butterfly, you have to wear your ring at all times, especially while we're here. Are we clear?” he quizzed as his eyes frantically shifted back and forth between my eyes.
“Syris, you’re scaring me.”
“I’m sorry, love, but I have to know that we’re on the same page.” What was he so worried about? Something was bothering him, and I hoped he knew he could talk to me about anything.
Finally I nodded. “Yes, we’re crystal clear.”
“Thank you, Butterfly. Now go and put your ring on.” Syris removed his hands from my face and apprehensively, I walked over to the nightstand and slipped my ring onto my finger.
When I turned to face Syris, he was ass naked and stroking his dick.
“I’m still feeling slightly angry, and I need you to make me happy again. ” He pouted with a sexy grin.
I returned his smirk before I quickly removed my bikini. Syris’s eyes were glued to my breasts as I stalked in front of him. He swiftly picked me up and placed me onto the bed. Within seconds, his large tongue savored my pert nipples as he slowly eased that monster inside of me.
“Mmm,” I moaned as I gripped his locs and grinded against him. My kitty started to rain down on him because it didn’t take much to get me going when he was in my presence.
Syris bypassed my tight walls and exhaled. “Damn, I love you and this pussy, Butterfly.” He slowly stroked me as his plush lips landed on mine, and he gripped my thighs tightly.
“Shit!” I screamed into his mouth as he sped up his strokes. My nails raked across his back as pleasure overwhelmed me. Syris pulled out of me and quickly turned me over. I rested on my knees and deeply arched my back with my ass in the air just how he liked it.
“Fuck, Butterfly!” he growled as he impaled me and deeply stroked me. His hands gripped my waist firmly as pounded into me. “This my pussy, you hear me? All mine!”
“Yes!” I screamed.
“I better not ever catch you looking at another man other than me, or this sweet pussy of yours will pay for it. Are we clear!” he shouted and grabbed a fistful of my curls. My head ached from his firm grip, but the beating he was giving my pussy outweighed that pain.
“Yes!” I moaned wildly and clenched my pussy on him as I yelled out my orgasm. My pussy contracted as my legs shook uncontrollably. “Ahh!” I screamed louder as Syris continued to pound into me.
“I’m cummin’ too!” he roared and sped up his strokes.
My movements slowed down while Syris continued to stroke me until he emptied all of his worries inside of me. Slowly, he pulled out, and I relaxed onto my stomach. My eyes began to drift close until slumber finally kidnapped me and carried me away to snoozeville.
The feel of my body being jostled to the side, prompted me to pry my eyes open and look around.
I sat up and noticed I was in the front seat of a car as Syris drove.
It was night and damn near pitch black. If it wasn’t for his bright headlights, it would have been almost impossible to see.
I wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth and onto the black leggings I was wearing.
“Hey, sleepyhead. You’re finally awake,” Syris expressed.
“Yeah, I am. What’s going on? Where are we headed?” I probed with a lot of concern.
Syris looked at me and smiled. “Home,” he plainly responded.
“Home? Babe, home is in the States where we live,” I responded with slight humor in my voice.
Syris was quiet; too damn quiet for my liking. What the fuck was going on with him? Our honeymoon was going great until that idiot, Desmond, fucked up the mood, but my instincts were telling me there something much more serious was amidst.
An uneasy feeling filled my stomach and worked its way up to my chest. All of a sudden, I felt nauseous like a teen about to get their ass whipped for cutting school. “Syris, baby, talk to me. What’s going on?”
The muscle in his jaw flexed as he gripped the steering wheel of the car. “Butterfly, there are some things about me that I didn’t disclose before we got married. It’s not easy expressing my lifestyle.”
“Are you gay?”
“Hell no!”
“Then, what could it possibly be?” I inquired in a worried tone.
Syris pointed straight ahead, and I followed the direction he pointed in.
I inhaled a sharp intake of breath as I ogled the mansion in front of me.
It was more like a compound because there were smaller homes on the grounds, full courts for basketball and tennis, and very heavily guarded.
Syris stopped at the front gates, and a security guard opened them.
We drove up the long driveway and around the huge fountain that was planted in the middle of the driveway. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Syris was more than just a music professor, he was filthy wealthy. I turned to him.
“So you’re not just a music professor?”
He smirked. “It’s more than that, Butterfly.”
“Then, tell me what it is because I’m tired of guessing, babe.”
He parked in front of the mansion’s gates, as he was let in by the guards.
Syris sped up the winding driveway, and as soon as we stopped, domestic staff members raced to both sides of the door.
Syris greeted them as I smiled and politely allowed the other attendant to help me out of the car.
I met Syris in front of the car, and he pulled me to his chest.
“For better or for worse, remember?” he queried.
“Yes, but I –"