Chapter Two
Amber
No one had ever touched me like Kian. His caresses melted me, leaving me a mess. I had known the purpose of Angela’s marriage to him would be political and, therefore, only truly solidified once they had a child together, but I never imagined that I would be the one who Kian bred so thoroughly. Over and over, he buried his manhood inside me, filling me after torturing me into coming at least half a dozen times. Even then, he was never tired. Kian worked me over until my mind went foggy, something he called ‘sub space,’ and while there, I knew exactly what was happening, but it was like all the walls around me collapsed, leaving me unable to control myself.
Hugging my pillow to my chest, I shrieked as he fucked me from behind, dragging my hips back to meet him. Now and then, he’d stop, chuckling as my lust-drunk hips rocked back to fuck myself on his cock. I drooled into the sheets, eyes rolling back as he slapped my ass and spread my knees wider. We had a month-long honeymoon arranged to ensure he knocked me up and to allow us to ‘settle in’ as a couple according to his father, which I hadn’t known when my father forced me back, but caught in this luxurious retreat, I couldn’t exactly run away.
More than that, I often forgot that this wasn’t my place. That I was just a temporary replacement until my father found Angela, but I didn’t have an implant, and Kian chucked out my birth control, so there was no preventing it if it took. I could only hope that I didn’t catch. It wasn’t uncommon for it to take months for a couple to conceive, so what were the odds? Marathon sex wouldn’t change that.
Kian settled into a routine. He woke me up with his cock buried inside me, fucking me until my legs trembled, and then he’d plug me up with his manhood or a silicone toy while bringing breakfast in bed. We’d wash together. His fingers cleaned me out, but he would expect me to wash him in turn. I expected him to demand a blowjob or something, but his cock only ever buried in my pussy though he often ate me out right after showering before fucking me into unconsciousness. When I woke, he would often be reading, on his phone, or typing away on his laptop, but the second I stepped out of the bedroom, he was on me. How he had so much energy, I would never know. He must’ve taken some kind of medication. Men couldn’t have this many orgasms daily. His seed had to be thinning out, didn’t it?
Angela always complained he put his work over their ‘dates,’ and I had hoped for something to distract him, but even when we weren’t having sex or eating or showering, he would toy with me. He made such perverse demands. He had bought this dildo with a suction cup, sticking it to a bar stood place in the center of the room for me to bounce naked on it, fucking myself as he worked as if I were a piece of art. Though never threatened me, always asked and never demanded, my father’s threats hung over me.
I had hoped to go back, but it wasn’t like my work could give me two weeks off and who knew how much more until my sister turned up. I couldn’t tell them anything, so I put in my resignation, and my father paid for my lease to be broken. I sold almost everything, storing the rest with the knowledge that I would have to start all over again when this ended — if I didn’t get found out and killed. When I unpacked the luggage I brought — mostly what Angela left behind and a few of my own, Kian had frowned.
“You don’t have any more?” he demanded.
I shook my head. “It’s in storage. I’ll bring it over when the honeymoon is over, and I’ve officially moved in.”
That didn’t seem to satisfy him, but I had believed he wouldn’t push as he spun me around, lifting the flared skirt of the dress to fuck me before putting me in a chastity belt with a vibrator. It buzzed away, slurrying the cum inside me as my legs trembled.
“Get moving,” Kian commanded, slapping my ass and heading toward the door.
Terrified, I asked, “Moving where?”
“You need more clothes,” he announced despite what I had brought, which easily filled up the walk-in closest.
“That isn’t necessary,” I protested.
He ignored me, bringing me to all those expensive stores that Angela loved, and I did my best to pick out things I knew Angela didn’t have and would like when she got back. Obviously, she didn’t want to marry him. While she had agreed to the deal, I doubted it was under any less duress than the one I made with our father, so it would only be fair to give her as much as she wanted. It wasn’t like she knew our father would make me go through it if she ran, right?
When it came to heels, he watched me walk, frowning. Though I wasn’t able to strut like Angela, I knew how to walk in them, but I did my best, trying to feign her confidence, but everything made me feel exposed. Her style wasn’t my own. She loved her body. Though her lower back ached just as much as mine thanks to the size of our chests, she always downplayed it, getting undergarments to push hers higher and show them off. I just wanted to contain them.
We hit five stores, purchasing a ridiculous amount before Kian cut me off. “No. Don’t do that.”
“We can stop,” I told him, trying to stay the sort of bride that he would not look too closely at, but when his eyes narrowed, I hurried to reassure, “You already bought me so much!”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Kian demanded, “Buy things you like.”
“What?”
His hands came out, groping my breasts. “You’re my wife. If I want to see your assets, I can strip you bare and see them. Whoever this is for, if it isn’t for your pleasure, don’t waste my money on clothes like this.”
“Oh, I — I like — ”
“Don’t lie to me.”
His already deep baritone dropped lower, and I folded, allowing him to take me to another store with more conservative wears. I longed for scrubs. They were so comfortable. All those years working hard for my degree, finally getting a job, and though I knew I would be able to get another, it wouldn’t be the same. My father made it clear how easily he could drag me back, and how could I abandon Angela again when I had been forced to live in her shoes? No wonder she ran away.
The professional shopper working with us picked out some new clothes, and every time I tried to pretend I liked them, Kian sent them away. He seemed to be able to read my mind, only allowing me to buy pieces that I actually liked. Everything was still expensive. Thousands of dollars for a single piece. I hadn’t spent money like that in so long, and even though this wasn’t mine either, the knowledge of what I could’ve spent it on instead — the rent, food, and more that same amount could’ve covered — it haunted me.
Then came the lingerie. Kian picked out pieces, having me try them on in the store, which didn’t seem right, and this woman took my measurements, not saying a peep as I blushed under Kian’s watchful eye. A true professional as she didn’t acknowledge what was clearly beneath my underwear, and after she left, the entire portfolio ordered to custom, Kian turned me around, bending me against the mirror.
“We shouldn’t do this!” I argued, but as much as I hated the idea of making a mess some poor retail worker would have to clean up, I couldn’t deny how wet I was as he shoved my panties down and slipped a hand between my thighs to turn up the vibrations.
Smirking, Kian had me bend over, undoing the melt and setting it aside. His fingers caught the base of the plug, drawing it out before he shoved it right back in. Over and over, he withdrew it just to drive the toy into me again and again before letting it slide free to rest against my clit as his cock thrust inside me from behind.
“You want this, baby girl,” he drawled in my ear. “You loved that they knew who you belong to — that you’re my sweet girl, walking around with my seed in your womb, just like you were born to do. Daddy’s working hard to make you a mommy, baby girl. Going to fill you up until it takes.”
His attention burned. Too hot. Too heavy. Overwhelming in the best way. This was so wrong. I had no right to be so turned on, but as he ground inside me, I wanted it to never end. How could I long for two completely different worlds so completely? I wanted my old life back. I wanted to wake up, go to work, and come home — but I wanted him there. I wanted us to come home to each other where I wouldn’t have to think. Where he’d take care of me. I wanted it so bad, yet that world couldn’t exist because he wanted a wife who’d be barefoot and pregnant. Someone who’d stay home.
He wanted Angela, and even as I came, clenching around him, this was just a piece of her life that I had stolen, and the guilt rushed in before the euphoria ever had a chance, but that didn’t stop him from dragging me right back to the edge again, making me see stars before he came inside me.
With the plug in place, he put the chastity belt back on me, fixing me up and walking me out on wobbly legs and the knowledge that everyone in the store knew exactly what he had done.