I stood there, frozen like a statue, when suddenly my phone buzzed.
Cling!!
Cling!!
Two irresistible messages from Bon popped up on the screen.
"I have booked a room for you at the Golden Star Hotel, number 79. You'll be safe there. I'll arrive soon. Love you."
Wow! Once again, he came to my rescue.
He always seems to know just what I need.
Without hesitation, I jumped into a cab and made my way there.
Meanwhile, inside the mansion, Nancy felt a surge of empowerment.
"It feels so good without that fool around,"
she exclaimed, reveling in her newfound freedom.
Fool!!
"Um! ma'am do you need anything?" a maid asked
"I want you to bring me a bottle of the finest champagne and clean glasses. Now," she demanded.
"I'm waiting," she added impatiently.
After a few seconds, the maid hurried back with the requested items, looking a bit bewildered.
The maid stared at her for a moment, captivated.
She took a step forward before turning back to face the maid.
"I don't want anyone disturbing me. If I need anything, I'll come down myself. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," the maid nodded obediently before leaving, making her best attempt to emulate her confident stride.
As she made her way to the kitchen, she encountered the quirky gateman.
"Well, well, Miss Hot Balloon, I see you!" he called out with a grin.
The maid rolled her eyes and replied, "Leave me alone, Crazy Penguin.
Upon arriving at the hotel, I went directly to my room.
To my astonishment, it was exquisitely decorated with roses from the entrance all the way to the master suite.
The sight was breathtaking so beautiful and romantic.
I found myself gazing at the lovely arrangement, reflecting on how long it had been since a man had done something like this for me.
A smile crept onto my face as I felt enveloped in love.
I picked up one of the roses and inhaled its delightful fragrance, it was truly wonderful.
However, my moment of joy was abruptly interrupted by a call from my mother.
Just seeing her name flash on my phone instantly alerted me to the impending conversation, yet I answered anyway.
"Hello, Mom," I said.
Her voice erupted through the line, filled with anger. "Are you out of your mind? You want us to starve, don't you?"
"Mom, listen" I began to plead.
"You want me to die, is that it? Is this how you show your husband the disrespect of disobedience?" she exclaimed.
"But—" I tried to interject.
"No 'buts'! You need to reconcile with your husband and get him out of jail by tomorrow. I can't have my monthly allowance drying up," she commanded.
"Mom, he hurts me," I said, my voice trembling.
"I don't care. Now tell me you'll do it," she insisted, her tone unyielding.
"But—" I started again.
"Say it," she pressed.
"Okay, I'll do it," I reluctantly conceded before she abruptly hung up.
I was tapping nervously, trying to calm myself down when the tears began to flow.
It felt as if my pain went unnoticed, all she cared about was his money.
I realized that I meant nothing to her.
She had married me off solely to indulge in a life of luxury.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Tap!!
I opened it to find Bon standing there.
In that instant, I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him at the doorstep.
I was sobbing, and he gently tapped my back, offering a sense of comfort.
A woman passing in the corridor noticed us, she stared at us.
After a few moments, I managed to collect myself enough to close the door with a firm bang.
"Tell me what's troubling you, my dear," Bon said softly.
"It's my mom," I replied, wiping my eyes.
"What about her?" he asked, his concern evident.
"She wants to go to the police station and drop all charges against William. She wants him released by tomorrow," I explained.
"So you mean today's efforts were for nothing?" he asked, a hint of frustration in his voice.
"No, it's not that," I insisted, standing up to face him. "Bon, I appreciate everything you've done, but my mom has been the reason I ended up marrying this cruel man,"
"She doesn't truly care about me; she only cares about the money." i added.
"I feel like a worthless child to her; William's wealth is all that matters."
"Ella!" he interjected.
"Look at me. Please tell me you understand."
"Okay," he responded after a moment of silence.
"I will go to the police station tomorrow and have the charges dropped, but this is the last time I will let this slide."
"I'm always proud of you," he admitted.
My cheeks turned red.
"Ella my dear, are you still faithful wife to that bastard?" His voice held a hint of challenge.
"Faithful? no, I'm done being the idiot." i spoke softly.
He smiled, a confident curve of his lips, and reached for my face, his fingers gently caressing my cheek.
"Then perhaps it's time to show you the love you so wanted from me. A kiss, Ella. Give me a kiss."
Geez!!
Without hesitation, i tilted my head, my lips parting in invitation.
Our mouths met, a soft brush at first, a gentle exploration of each other's warmth.
But as our kiss deepened, passion ignited, tongues tangling, exploring, claiming.
"Mmm, yes," he murmured against my mouth, his mascular tattoo hands now roaming my back, pulling me closer.
"You taste so sweet, my darling. So very sweet."
"And you, handsome," i whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.
"You make me forget everything else. Just your touch, your taste..."
Goodness.
I don't believe this!!
Our words were interrupted by a hungry kiss, a desperate need to connect, to feel each other's bodies.
Hands roamed, exploring curves and muscles, tracing paths of desire.
Bon's strong hands cupped my ass, pulling me closer, while my soft palms glided over his chest, feeling the power beneath.
He guided my mouth to his neck, his ear, and i kissed and nibbled, leaving a trail of fire.
He groaned, a deep, primal sound, and captured my lips again, his kiss demanding, yet tender.
"I want you, Ella. I want to feel you, to know you're mine."
So hot!!
His words were a declaration, a claim, and i melted against him, eager to surrender.
He led me to a nearby table, and sat, pulling my onto his lap.
Our bodies aligned, a perfect fit, and he began to kiss and nibble my neck, my
shoulders, leaving a path of desire.
Oh!
My soft moans encouraged him.
My hands running through his hair, urging him on.
Bon, with a gentle but firm hand, guided my to lie back, and he positioned himself above my.
Our eyes met, a silent understanding, and he began to kiss my body, a sexy journey from my neck to my breasts, his tongue and teeth leaving marks of possession.
My breath hitched as he suckled my nipples, a gentle bite here.
a soft lick there.
And i arched my back, offering myself fully.
His hands roamed, caressing, squeezing, and i felt every touch, every sensation, intensifying my desire.
Now i was ready.
"Bon," i gasped, my voice thick with need.
"Please, I want you. I need you."
He smiled, a victorious, dominant smile, and positioned himself at my wet pussy.
With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered me, filling me completely.
A sharp intake of breath escaped me, a mix of surprise and pleasure, as he stretched and claimed me.
He began to move, a slow, steady rhythm, his eyes never leaving my eyes.
He watched my face, my reactions, my pleasure, and adjusted his pace, his power, to my needs.
My hands gripped his shoulders, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him on.
His strong arms supported him, his muscles flexing with each thrust, while my soft curves welcomed him, my wet pussy gripping him tightly.
As we pace quickened, our breaths became ragged, our moans louder.
His dominant presence, his control, drove me wild, and i met his every thrust, my body responding eagerly.
Our pleasure limits built, an inevitable force, and as it hit, it consumed us both.
His body tensed, his eyes closed in ecstasy, and he drove me one last time, his hot seed filling me.
I could feel everything.
My body shook.
Pleasure shot through me.
Oh!!
My soft cries mingling with his.
Oh!!
We lay there, breathless, our hearts pounding, our bodies sated.
He collapsed beside me, and start caressing my waist.
A soft smile played on my lips.
I had surrendered to him.
The stupid faithful wife was gone!!
I felt complete, my desires fulfilled.
I needed this kind of sex for a while now.
The real sex!!
My bastard husband wasn't competent.
Just 20 minutes he was done.
He would start to complain about his waist pain.
But Bon just claimed me, body and soul.