Marie sat bound to the chair. Her eyes squeezed as tightly shut as possible, trying to block out the sounds and sights that were assailing her. She was more furious than she had been in her entire life. Silk scarves held her arms and legs snugly in place against the arms and legs of the chair, and try as she might, she couldn't break their restraint. Unable to resist, she opened her eyes to see the scene in front of her, her stomach lurching as she took it all in.
Spread across her bed was her husband was some nameless, faceless woman. Marie didn't care about her, and couldn't bring herself to study the woman's face. The only thing she knew about her was that she hated the woman. Showing his ultimate control over her, he had bound her to the chair in the most seductive possible manner, and she could only imagine the treats that were in store for her that night. In her wildest dreams she wouldn't have expected what would come next.
He had left her there, tied to the chair. She had waited, her womanhood throbbing in expectant anticipation. Minutes passed and the ticking of the clock on the nightstand had been enough to drive her insane, until finally she heard the squeak of footsteps on the stairs. Through the dim lighting she saw his outline in the doorway and wondered what he was going to do next. The shock came when he stepped forward and there was a woman behind him.
Immediately Marie felt the red haze of anger swirl before her eyes. Not uttering a single word, the look on her face spoke volumes.
John saw the look and knew the anger that must be in his princess's heart in this moment. He felt it and reveled in it. Jealousy... Plain and primitive, making her beautiful blue eyes glow with the fire that he loved so much. When she flexed the muscle in her jaw he saw the slight twitch and knew she was clenching her teeth.
Ignoring the unexpected jab of pain in his stomach at seeing the hurt and fury in her eyes, he brought the woman forward and began to peel her garments from her, slowly, taking care that Marie was paying attention to each and every stroke his fingertips made of the woman's body. With her naked before him, he gestured toward the bed for her to lie down.
She knew what he was doing and it was killing her inside. She couldn't turn her eyes away as she watched him spread his large frame over this woman's exceptionally smaller one. It was only now that she bothered to look at the woman's face, and gasped in shock when she realized that she was stunningly beautiful. That made things so much worse and she thought that she never should have looked at her.
Marie watched him kiss her passionately, and she could tell he was aroused, it was blatantly obvious. Grinding her teeth together, her gaze was transfixed as he began kissing down the woman's bare chest, his lips and tongue savoring the taste of her salty skin. Laving her nipples with a very moist tongue brought them sharply to attention. Against Marie's will, she felt her own nipples stiffen in response. Her body's un-willful reaction to the things he was doing to the other woman incited her anger even further.
Unable to hold back any longer, she whispered three words that she never thought she would say in conjunction with him. "I hate you". She could tell that instead of making him angry enough to stop, it goaded him to push further. He continued his downward path until his lips were a breath away from the woman's pussy. Cal tried to close her eyes but she had to watch. With his capable hands, he spread her lips to expose her to view, and positioned himself so that Cal could see every movement. Flicking his tongue out, he played with the little nub of nerve endings that would bring her such pleasure.
Once again, Marie's body reacted without her consent. She felt her clit becoming engorged and the wetness soaked her womanhood. She watched as he flattened his tongue against her wet flesh and the woman squirmed on the bed, thrusting her hips up to bring his mouth into harder contact with her. Marie watched with a mixture of anger and arousal as the woman's small, pert breasts bounced with her movements. She tried to clench her thighs together to lessen the aching of the arousal she was plagued with, but her legs were tied firmly to the wooden posts of the chair. Without thinking, a muffled moan escaped her throat.
He chucked! The bastard heard her and was laughing about it! It wasn't until then that she realized that even though he gave the appearance of being totally involved with this woman, that in truth, every cell of his body was attuned to each little sound and movement that she made. In complete control. In a sudden jolt, she had an idea that would teach him a lesson.
