own etched to her lips as her hand moves to her neck, finger grazin

the thing off her neck. Oh, how much she hates these accessories. She would do anything just to

as her hands smooth down the front of her dress. A red, knee-l

tatus would be present, but who cares about that? If the man wants her to leave her peace to attend a party, she deems unnecessary rather than being in the confinement of

ng that to the Ha

mind, she hears the voice of the

lomew Bricks, and her heart doesn't miss the chance to skip a beat at the sight of the devious ho

e's no doubt about that with the way Sienna's heart

ercises; Sienna never misses a chance to fantasize over the man. Despite her acclaimed dislik

yes watching the huger man curiously and expecting the insult he never misses a chance to throw a

to tell you, Sienna? Sim

his accessories lays neatly. "You're my wife. Bartholomew Bricks Wife. " Sometimes, it truly doesn't feel so. She f

to at least dress like one if you find trouble in behaving li

s at the words that leave the man

man says something like this to her. Why do

ask you agai

ave to be told twice before she turns back and moves into her walk-in closet. For she knows exactly what

ps down, throwing the red dress across the room before grabbing a s

e definitely

t he has a good fashion sense. Even better than her, and mos

atching panties and bra. Bartholomew is sitting nearly on their bed, a laptop i

ery other time of the day. But that isn't the case. If nothing, it seems like seeing her naked is a massive turn off for hi

oes, it's not more than a light kiss on the lips or a small squeeze to her needy breasts. If you exclude the times when she had to get him drunk to get down on her. It's almost as if the thought of being w

every time, and we w

e plants a light kiss on her pouting lips. "Good girl. " He whispers and

s turned on when that word is used for her? Does he realize her jui

but she knows too well what will happen if she dares to without his permission. But God help her, she's dying so hard too.

uld get

of their room; not realizing how her legs are shaking, and her fingers are itching to graze over her wetness and fuck her

her legs tightly before grabbing her purse and walking in the di

be one of the miserable parties sh

rting it with drenching p

proximity of the party to see it do

ir wives, taking up a different section of the room, giggli

o them; she knows the words the

d would give in to my request and exerc

w thinks of a second wife

en of high status; obsessing over her hu

t married, and she sees Bartholomew in most of the events she attends with her dad; she would si

must have the best time of her fucking life, t

e, or rather unfortunate, even

moons that night when he cast her a glance and one of

nd she still remembers the satisfying feeling that settles in her abdomen with the recognition she got from the man at an

ng to get herself into; she would

she hates hersel

how terrible he treats her. She still craves for his attention like a pet would for that of its master, and s

man a small smile before settling back on her seat, away from women of high status

d, thighs clutching together at the remembrance of what happened earlier; sh

rin

always. He's too busy caught up in business talks with his friends. Occasionally, she wonders if all

be the alcoh

else too as she finds herself sudd

aze at the man before grabbing her purse and walking

r purse on the sink and stares at herself bef

between her thighs, disappearing into the fabric of her dress, and she throws her head back in the ai

furiously, the freehand gripping tight onto the

sink and spanking her ass for being such a naughty wife before filling he

, Sienna lives in that image as she lets out a soft cry

, f

ding wider as she slowly slides a finger in

fore doubling it, aiming de

w touched her this way. She had got the man drunk, yes, but he ruined her so good th

m to touch her, which is why she spiked his drink. And she wasn't disappointed with the

x incident that happened a year ago to

s thrusting faster when she feels tha

ew, Oh God! G

ng in mercilessly and legs

fantasy and failed to notice

rry, I didn't expec

of that voice, making a terrible mistake of turn

orgotten to click th

..

still between her thighs and legs sp

ndsome intruder takes a threatening st

he hopes to the heavens that he isn't one of her husband's busines

p, his face moving closer into her view