Page 9 of Enemies to Wife
The room descended into silence as Anna left and the air thickened with tension. I took another sip as I took my time to let my eyes travel over every inch of my sweet juicy temptation. I knew Lily was trying not to respond as she stared uncomfortably at the table. With a chuckle, I reached over to the coffeepot and poured myself a fresh cup. I put the pot back on the table and reached for the other insulated pot that held hot water. I turned the cup in her place setting and added a tea bag before pouring in the hot water. Lily watched me with wide eyes and when I had put in the two spoons of sugar that I knew she took and pushed the cup towards her she looked up at me.
"You remembered," she said, the lilt of surprise in her tone. I picked up my own cup and took a drink.
"Of course I did," I said. "I told you, I know everything about you. The way you take your tea is just the tip of my knowledge on you." And that she hated coffee, and so many other tiny nuances. Lily narrowed her eyes but picked up the cup and took a sip, anyway. Her body relaxed as the warmth from the drink spread through her. She put the cup down and glanced back up at me with half a smile.
"Thank you," she said, and I nodded. Then she tugged at her chemise and looked around the room.
"So, erm… Anna?" she asked, and I smiled. Did she think I was fucking my housekeeper? Did that make her jealous? The idea of my little apple being so possessive sent blood to my dick, causing it to stir in excitement.
"As she said, she runs the house. You will need to co-ordinate with her regarding the meal plans and anything else in the daily running of the house." I kept my voice matter of fact, even though my dick was quickly hardening.
"So, she lives here?" Lily asked and looked around again.
"She lives on the floor, but not in the apartment. There is intercom access, and Anna gets alerts when certain things happen in the house."
"Like what?" Lily's eyes widened in horror. I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Don't worry my sweet apple," I chuckled. "The apartment is soundproof, you can scream as loud as you like and no one would hear you." The blush of pink that rose on Lily's cheeks was much more delicious than Anna's earlier. I wanted so much to bend this woman over the breakfast table and devour her whole and really make her test the limits of the apartment soundproofing. But, first, there was a matter of business to attend to.
"On the matter of the house," I said startling Lily with my change of tone. "There are some rules that I expect you to follow as my wife." Lily quirked an eyebrow at me, the hint of defiance glowing in her eyes.
"We will eat together every evening, unless I have work that calls me away," I said. "Anna has my dietary requirements already and will prepare the food, but I expect for you to be suitably dressed and ready in the clothing provided. We could entertain guests at short notice, and it is your role as my wife to ensure that the correct adjustments are made. In addition to this, we will be attending several formal functions and, again, I expect you to be dressed to the standard that I am accustomed to." I could tell that Lily wasn't happy about what I was saying. I didn't really care as long as she did what she was told with no resistance. Then my dick twitched again. Well, maybe a little resistance was fun.
"Also, I expect your bedroom attire to follow the required guidelines and for you to be ready when I am. I have also made an appointment with my personal stylist to ensure that you are always ready and prepared." Lily's eyes shined with anger as she glared at me.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she spat at me, and I smirked at her. I leaned over and pushed a hand between her thighs before running it up to the apex and running my finger along the tuff of hair before slipping down against her folds.
"That is supposed to mean, my dear sweet wife, is that I expect everything to be to my liking," I whispered as I slipped a finger through her folds and lightly brushed against her clit before moving lower down. I pushed in to her warm pussy, happy to feel it already beginning to get ready for me. My sweet temptation, her body was so responsive to me, even if I hadn't yet broken her mind.
"If I remember rightly, you used to take so much better care of here," I whispered in her ear as I pushed deeper into her. Lily gasped and gripped at my wrist as I worked my finger slowly in and out of her. "I expect you to take care of my property." Her breathing deepened and her grip on my wrist tightened. By now her pussy was wet as I added a second finger, it sliding in easily with the first. Lily tried to glare at me, but I could tell the lust was taking over. I licked up the side of her neck and whispered in her ear.
"I expect you to be ready for me to eat whenever I want to taste the sweet juices of my apple." Lily tensed and wrenched my fingers out from her warmth and turned away from me.
"You're disgusting," she muttered to herself. "At least it's only six months." My blood ran cold, and I felt like I had been punched in the face.
"What did you say?" I asked slowly, allowing the danger to seep into my tone. She must have been feeling brave, or just stupid, because her response stank of insolence.
"You heard me," she said, not even looking around at me. My body tensed as I held my anger back. She turned and looked at me, hatred all over her face.
"Let's get one thing clear right now. You might have me stuck in this awful contract, for now, but I will not play the little wife and be happy about it."
"For now?" I asked slowly. Did she think she could get out of this? After what she did back in university, did she think she could fuck things up for me again? "What do you mean, for now?" Something in my voice must have triggered her survival instinct, because I saw the recognition in her eyes.
"I-I mean-" I didn't give her time to reply with some pathetic lie before I ripped her out of the chair and pushed her face first over the table. She cried out as her hips hit the edge, but I didn't care. I flipped up her chemise and kicked open her legs enough for me to get my hand back between them. I thrust the same two fingers into her sopping wet pussy hard, causing another cry from her.
"Let's actually get one thing clear," I growled, mimicking her words as I worked my figures quickly pounding them roughly inside her. She tried to struggle away from my actions, but I held her down with my own body.
"You are my wife," I snarled in her ear. "That means for the next six months that you are my fucking property. You will do everything, and I mean everything that I tell you too." I could feel her greedy cunt begin to contract around my fingers the more I spoke. "And you will do it with a fucking smile on your pretty face. Do. You. Understand. Me?" With each word I thrust in harder. Her cries of pain quickly gave way to pleasure as I knew I was hitting her g spot with each thrust and I felt her cumming, albeit unwillingly, around my fingers. She cried out as the pleasure ripped over her and her body went limp.
I pulled my soaked fingers from her pussy and brought them to my lips, letting the taste of her invade my mouth. I was right; she was as sweet as I imagined. The taste cooled my anger slightly as I straightened and adjusted my dick as it strained at my pants begging to be released, and plunge into the soaking wet cunt that was primed and ready. But something about what she said had sparked something in me. For Now. Not like for this six months, but like she expected our time to pass quicker. My mind flashed back to seeing her with Alec last night and an alarm set off. I needed to check some things out. But first I would deal with my insolent bride. She flinched as I ran a hand down her back.
"And just so you know, darling," I said as I soothed her back. "If I get any hint of you trying to tamper with the contract in any way, I will call my friends at the Wife for Hire Agency and have the contract turned into a permanent one." Then I turned, grabbed my phone, and walked out of the apartment without a second glance.
Chapter 7
Lily
I looked at myself in the full length mirror with a mixture of appreciation and apprehension. I looked good, no not good, I looked fucking amazing. The full length deep green dress I was wearing hugged my curves perfectly. The colour brought out the green in my eyes that had been rimmed with black eyeliner to add to the dramatic look. The dress seemed to shimmer in the lights of the bedroom when I turned to admire myself. There was a split in the dress that ran right up to the top of my thigh showing the entirety of my leg, and still reached the floor despite the four inch jewelled stiletto heels. My make up, other than the eyeliner, was minimal with soft barely seen pinks and my hair was pulled into an elegant updo with a few strands hanging down in strategic places.