Lonely Bride

There was a small pantry area in the room with one door attached to it. It must be a washroom. I walked ahead and saw one glass door, which was again connected to the same garden we passed, but on a different side, I guess.

Suddenly, I felt at home. These plants’ light, colors, and pure air make me feel like I am somewhere else, not in the busy city of New York.

I was so lost in the place that I almost forgot I was not alone in this room, but I came back to my senses when I felt palms on my waist pulling me to him.

I felt his lips on my neck, and I clutched my dress, knowing what would be next.

“I can see you like the place, Sugar.” He spoke, and I again looked around and nodded yes because I genuinely like this place.

I was so mad a few minutes ago, but this place has calmed my nerves somehow.

I know what I have to do, and I can’t change anything right now, but I am a little relaxed because of this.

“Good. Would you like to have something?” He asked again, and I shook my head no.

“Words darling.” He said this while his face was inside my open hair.

“No,” I said slowly as his hands and his proximity started working on my body. I thought I was hating every bit, but my body liked every bit.

“Let’s have some fun, then.” He took a step back.

I turned around to see what he was saying, and in no time, he pressed some button with some remote in his hand, and I saw the first window get closed and the curtain start closing, but not the one flying back there. It was a dark black curtain that blocked the sunlight completely.

In a fraction of a second, the lights started turning on, and the room lit up with mild lighting.

The room, which was so beautiful back then, suddenly looked gloomy and dark despite that. I don’t know why I felt calm.

But again, one thing has shaken me a little. Somehow, I am not completely ready to give myself to him.

I gulp, knowing what will happen next, and I look at him.

“Strip Darling,” he said, and I looked at him with disbelief written on my face.

I mean, I know what he wants, but I never thought he would say this shamelessly.

“What? Don’t be shy; I haven’t seen it before. Come on.” He sat on the couch, and I shivered.

I mean, I know he has seen everything, but again, it’s been ages, and somehow today my mind is not ready to give myself to him.

I lick my dry lips and look down. I was looking for some excuse to deal with this, but I wasn’t getting any ideas.

“Gosh, Sarah, you are such spoiled sports.” I again looked at him, feeling shocked at his statement.

“Come here.” He ordered, and my feet started walking towards him. His voice held authority and finality, which I couldn’t ignore.

Once I reached the couch, he nodded to me to bend down to his level, and I did the same with his next move, and I was on his lap.

We Are Not divorcing.

SARAH’S POV

Once I reached the couch, he nodded to me to bend down to his level, and I did the same as with his next move, and I was on his lap.

A sheer cry left my mouth because of a sudden jerk, and I looked up a little at his face, and my eyes locked with his.

He was looking directly into my eyes, and I felt his hand creasing my waist, and another one was holding me.

He pulled me a little closer to him, and my hands were on his shoulder.

My body went stiff to his sudden touch, and I was loathing this touch. I closed my eyes, and tears of shame ran down my face.

Putting his two fingers to my chin, he pushed my face up to him, and his eyes were asking me to answer my tears.

“I can’t do this.” I shake my head in no.

“Why?” He asked, and suddenly his demeanor changed, and this was scary for me.

I stayed quiet, and more tears fell from my eyes.

How can I tell him now that we are not husband and wife and that my morals do not permit me to get along with someone who is not mine?

“I don’t like to repeat myself, Mrs. Hudson, ” He said, and I looked up, all shocked.

This endearment has been eating at my head until now. And today, again, he called me.

‘Why is everyone calling me Mrs. Hudson?’ I wondered, and I looked into his eyes.

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“Do you really think I will give you a divorce? That too easily? He looked into my eyes, and his eyes were empty.

When I did not answer, he asked again, Hmmm, Sugar?” He says this while cleaning my tears.

I again look at him, having no answer. But again, I had a question, which I asked, “Why?”

He smirked, and his smirk did not sit well with me.

“That’s all for now!” He stopped me from asking more questions by saying this.

But I don’t know why I liked the thought that we are not divorced.

‘But why am I liking this?’ I asked myself.

‘Gosh, I don’t know what is all happening here. There are so many emotions I’m feeling right now. I am confused, annoyed, sad, and, most importantly, happy. And how much I am trying to control them. Nothing is helping.

I closed my eyes to control my flickering emotions.

At Least we are still married, and he is still my husband. The mere thought made my body relax in no time, and I am sure he must have noticed it.

Bending down a little, he kissed my cheekbone while showering some feather kisses on my face. The sweet current has already started running through my veins.

I giggled when I felt ticklish when he started sucking my chin, and I mentally rolled my eyes. I mean, who does that? But his soft sucking went a little harder, and I felt his lip till my lower lip.

By the time he finishes, he has already lit my body on fire, and I have already clutched his shirt tightly, but I controlled my moan.

I instantly slapped myself for being carried away like this.

I know he is my husband, but still, I know this man does nothing for no reason. And I want to know what he wants now.

I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of giving me as much pleasure as he is getting.

I sealed my throat completely. I have decided mentally that I will not give up.

He may get my body, but not my heart.

Taking my handful of hair, he pulled a little-not very harsh-but it gave him good access to my neck, and he started giving me sloppy wet kisses for my neck towards my cleavage, and in no time, he pushed my dress down to my breast.

But then I felt pleasure in my body. I had been craving it for ages. I arch my chest toward him for more.

I hated doing this, but my body is not under my control. It’s been years since I was touched like this or that by the same man.