Chapter Three
Amber
Cooking a stew, I trembled, holding onto the counter as the vibrator inside me continued to buzz. The external part rubbed against my clit. Alone, the sensations would throw me over the edge, but knowing that I had three loads stuffed inside me somehow made it all the hotter. Saffron perfumed the kitchen, and I ached to be free from the constant onslaught of arousal and desperation, but Angela had a higher libido than I did. I couldn’t refuse if it meant she would suffer later. My sister thrived on attention. I couldn’t refuse. I couldn’t risk his ire either as he could find out. If I denied how much I wanted it, maybe I’d start to believe it.
Honestly, as much as Angela and I spoke, we never talked much about what we did (or didn’t) do in the bedroom. I had never really had a partner, and Kian was my first, so I wasn’t someone that Angela could go to for that. Now, I wished I knew. Maybe it would make me feel better about how much I liked everything he did — how much I loved not having to think.
Angela had a few boyfriends pre-arrangement. When we were in high school, she had an entire harem at her beck and call, trading kisses for expensive bags despite us having a credit card that could easily afford whatever she wanted. Somehow, getting someone else to pay for it made the items better. She would be able to twist Kian around her fingers.
“Smells good,” Kian said, coming up behind me. He wrapped his hands around me, rocking his thick cock against my ass as he rested his chin on top of my head. “Also looks fine to simmer.”
Swallowing, I tensed, clenching around the plug on accident. As a moan slipped out, I bowed my head. “We shouldn’t. I don’t want to burn anything.”
He turned off the stove, pulling me away to bend me over the counter. “There. No fire danger.” His hands slid down, cupping the toy to rock it harder against me. “Do you want me to walk away? Or should I take care of you?”
My body folded. I spread my legs, laying my top half on the island. He took out the plug, fucking inside me in a single stroke. At this point, my pussy was a glove. He reshaped me. Made me fit him perfectly, and as he fucked me, he brought the vibrator against my clit until I came, but once was never enough for him. Kian teased me. Vibrating against my nipples, making me suck his fingers, rubbing my tongue and teasing me until tensed, clenching around him over and over until he came. As I slumped over the island, Kian slipped the plug back inside, and I pushed up, turning around to slide to my knees with my mouth open.
“Good girl,” he praised as I sucked and licked, cleaning our commingled juices from his cock. His words warmed me, and as the vibrator hummed, I squeezed around it, moaning. “You know, baby girl, I never realized how enthusiastic you’d be about homemaking. Cooking, cleaning — you know we’ll have servants, but I think I like this side of you.” He rocked forward, guiding me to take a bit more of him down until he pressed against my throat, teasing my gag reflex without pushing it. “Don’t worry, baby girl. You can be the sweet barefoot, pregnant wife that you always dreamed of.”
I hadn’t. All I dreamed of was escaping my father’s apathy and finding a place where I could stand on my own, so that I could trust whatever love I managed to find. Until I escaped, I hadn’t even thought once about what would come after, yet when he said it, I accepted it so easily.
When he tucked himself away, Kian lifted me to my feet, slapping my ass as he strode away to continue working until dinner was finished. Then, we sat down, the buzzing finally calming, so I could eat.
“Mm, maybe I should fire some of our staff. You’re doing such a wonderful job cooking,” Kian teased, reminding me again that there would be dozens of people around that I would need to also fool. Luckily, none of them had likely met Angela, so I’d hopefully be safe.
Nodding, I pushed. “And I can clean too!”
“Sweetheart, I live in a five story mansion with twenty bedrooms not including the pool house, the guest house, and the apartment over the garage,” Kian retorted, shutting it down immediately. “I have no plans of you even cooking regularly. Your first priority is our children. They come first.”
That wasn’t what I expected. The bar was rather low to consider it something good, but I had imagined him being like Angela. She always said she wanted her husband to prioritize her over their children, yet he didn’t seem to want the same. Maybe he’d be a halfway decent father. Better than my own at any rate.
His lust overwhelmed me, but he obviously wanted to ensure I conceived. I found a needle prick on my arm, and I could only assume he had dosed me with fertility drugs. From his obsession with fucking me full and keeping it stuffed inside me — despite my fears of getting an infection, I could only hope that was the case. Blood tests between Angela and I would come back as the same, so if he tested me in that regard, we wouldn’t be caught, but if he were suspicious, then there were other ways — like fingerprints — where he could find out.
Three weeks in, I received a coded message from my father, reading it while Kian was in the shower. Though it expressed how much he missed me and looked forward to being able to meet up when I moved into Kian’s house, I knew what it meant. Angela was still missing. He hadn’t found her, so I would have to continue this charade.
Worse, I was relieved. Part of me yearned to have Kian for myself. Even though I knew my desires and his weren’t compatible, I wanted his attention, wanted to feel that floating joy and ecstasy. I missed my freedom, but more than that, Kian made me feel like a queen, leaving me confused and jealous of Angela.
Weirder than that, I also couldn’t help but think about whether or not I had been set up. Angela obviously planned this out, and her repeated invitations as the date grew closer had me uncertain what she thought would happen when she ran away. I had offered her sanctuary so many times, and I would’ve done everything to protect her, but what was I supposed to do now? How long would it be before there was no going back? Would I be stuck being Angela for the rest of my life?