chapter five.

The wedding is so joyful and beautiful am almost ashamed to feel miserable.we have received such wonderful gifts there making me cry.my mouth still has a hint of wine from the kiss. I turn to look at my husband.

Just because you're a good kisser doesn't mean we're friends.

What am I saying,were fucking married!

It really was a memorable day,not to mention how amazing all the changes turned out. At six PM,were at the airport, getting ready to leave in his private get, specially bought for the wedding.

I kiss my cousins and parents goodbye.

" My little girl, it's almost unbelievable."

"I love you Daddy,"

" I love you too baby,now you have to promise you'll learn to love your husband. Won't you?"

Asahd smiles at me.

"Of course I will,just look after yourself and mother too."

"I will too, Jasmine and nila might come visit you next month,"

"That would be lovely."

Asahd, please do look after her."

"Don't worry yourself father, she's in good hands."

Hot tears are rolling down my eyes as I get into the jet. I look out the window one last time and wave goodbye.damn am gonna miss them.

The jet has started off, I wipe off my tears and look ahead. He's sitting right in front of me and looking at me, it's hard to tell what's going through his mind. He changes the entire mood with that devilish grin.

"Need a shoulder to cry on.... wife?"

"No thanks you,"

"That's good, cause I won't be accounting for any tears other than pleasure in my bed tonight."

I don't know yet what I will do,but there is no way am letting him get a finger on me.

" Well, we have three hours to ourselves on this flight. Maybe we can get to know each other a little bit, don't you think?"

"Am really tired, I would like to take a nap."

" That's fine,get all the sleep you want, you might not get any tonight."

"Asahd!"

"Shhhhhhhh, don't worry. There's no one here. Just you and me."

This sexy for nothing monster. I give him my worst wicked look before resting my head. I can feel his eyes all over me. I shut my eyes, trying to get some sleep. I can't, I simply can't. Thoughts of him touching me are driving me crazy.

Thanks Dad.

Lost in my thoughts,I am devoured by sleep. A surprisingly peaceful sleep, peaceful enough to not realize when we land. Even more peaceful to not feel Asahd carry me into the mansion. I suddenly realize that am in a new environment and almost jump out of sleep. I pull myself to lean against the bedpost. The house is quiet and very attractive.



I wonder where Asahd is. actually am relieved his not here.i feel really exhausted, a shower will do me some good. It's not so hard finding my way around the room. The bathroom is fully installed. I take a quick cold shower and feel a lot better.

Back in the room, there's a full length mirror and a huge vanity. Feels like the room was specially made for me. I look at my naked body in the mirror. Mrs jibawi.....

Fuck! I grab a silk robe on my way to the other side of the room to grab some clothes when I suddenly move back and hit hard against the wall.

Asahd is sitting on the couch with nothing but a towel wrapped around his lower body. I immediately fasten my robe. how long has he been here?

"Asahd get out or..."

" Or what?"he stands up and slowly walks towards me.

"You'll scream? And everyone will come running to rescue Amelia from her husband?"

Am helpless, every step backwards his his step forward. There only two people in the mansion, us.

"Don't touch me,"

"Or what? Don't worry, there's no one here, you can show me what you are capable of, c'mon."

My anger is turning into fear, I can see how much that pleases him. In an angry while I crawl onto the bed backwards.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

"I see no other way to consummate our marriage,"

Holding each leg in his hand,he pulls me back to the edge of the bed and my robe happily slips of me. Traitor.

I try to fight my way through the situation, is he seriously about to do this? He gets hold of my left wrist.am panicking and infuriated at the same time. I raise enough energy to slap the devil out of him. He catches my wrist inches from his face and pins it to the bed. He turns back to look at me. I have just unleashed the devil himself, his eyes filled with not only anger, but hate. Am scared.

He gets on the bed, pushes me along so am leaning against the bedpost. From one end of it,he pulls out a leather strap with a cuff at the end of it.

HOLY FUCK.

"An intelligent woman, which I believe you are, never makes the same mistake, TWICE!"

Am completely vulnerable, he puts on a smile.

"We're married now aren't we?" He kisses my neck and unfastens my robe. I look away.

"What's the whole point of it if I can't even touch you?"

My body is betraying me, NO. Goose bumps raising as his dirty fingers trial a shallow path from my breast going lower to my cunt.

"Asahd," it's almost a whisper.

His fingers encircle my clitoris and I can feel his erection against my thigh.

"What?"

"Don't,"

"Your body says otherwise."

Am so wet, I can't believe my body is doing this to me. This is not how I planned it. He's caressing my tip and it's killing me.

"Please!"

He freezes against me. He wants me to plead with him?

"I didn't get you."

"Please,not now, not today."

He gets off the bed,let's his towel fall to the floor before sitting on the couch. I raise my head to face him.

His bigger than he felt, thicker, seductive.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Caressing himself,"well Amelia,what are we gonna do about this? My wedding night only comes once in a lifetime."

" I'll make up for it,when am ready."

"Since you are not gonna pleasure me, you could as well watch me get pleasured."

What's that supposed to mean?

Two very attractive naked women walk into the room. His hands are on the post and his eyes fixed into mine. No!

The blonde goes behind the couch and starts to massage him, touch him like am not even in the room. The brunnete, with lips as pink as mine and grey eyes falls to his feet and swallows his perfect erection. The very fingers playing with me a few seconds ago are now in her hair.

I can't do this!

I look away in disgust when the blonde starts to make out with him. My husband is about to have a threesome in my face.

I can take a lot of bad stuff but NEVER HAVE I EVER FELT THIS INSULTED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

After winking at me with a smirk,he lays his head on the couch. The brunnete is sitting on him, feeling every inch of him inside her, moaning and squeezing her breasts when she lowers herself on him. Blonde is on his face, his hands gripping her hips against himself, her moans turning into screams. I look away but not fast enough to see his whores making out. I much as I hate this,right now,as loathe my own traitor body more.

He just took our relationship to a whole new level. His not the only wicked one around here.

I feel hot tears rolls down my angry puffed cheeks.

What's happening to me!!!!!"