Mary followed suit, and they went inside. This time around, they went to have a proper bath. Mary went in first, wrapping the towel around her frame as she went into the bathroom."May I join in?" She heard Nicholas ask her, and she froze like a deer caught in a trap, her eyes widening with each millisecond."Uhmm.." Mary contemplated, the idea twirling in her head. She then remembered all that sister Martha had told her about being submissive to her husband, and she nodded demurely.Nicholas took one look at her, and that was all he needed to do before he burst into laughter. "Oh god, you are so easy to amuse. I was joking, okay? You can go and take your bath; I will take one after you."Mary heaved a deep sigh of relief, happy to know that he wasn't going to carry out his threat, and she hurried into the bathroom, taking a quick bath in case he changed his mind.Nicholas followed suit after having his bath, and he came out wearing only a pair of shorts. He laid on the bed and tapped
The honeymoon was over, and the couples were out of the hotel the next morning as soon as the sun rose. The staff had helped transport all their luggage to the boat that had set sail for the onshore reception.Mary looked back at the suite longingly. She would miss all the times she had spent here on the island, but it was time to face the real world.Mary looked up at Nicholas, his firm hand gently leading her down to where the car was packed. His strong jaw was set in place, and his eyes were hardened as they marched down."Like what you see?" Nicholas teased her, and she flushed, quickly looking down."Yea." Mary whispered so low that no one could hear her. The private jet was already in place, and when it opened, the air hostess that had welcomed them the last time came to them."How was the honeymoon, Mr. Harrington?" She asked cheerfully, but no matter how she tried, Nicholas could still hear the grudge in her voice."It was beyond wonderful; we had a swell time, right, baby?" N
Mary stood in the foyer for a while after Nicholas had left for his room. The harsh reality that this was going to be her new life slowly dawned on her, but she was having a hard time believing that this was the same Nicholas who was doting on her during her stay on the island.He must be tired and hungry. Mary tried to justify his action, or maybe she was just the one who was reading meaning into it.She took in an empty living room, a little too dull for her liking. She had grown up surrounded by people, and there was hardly any time there was peace and quiet, so it was a bit startling.Mary's eyes flitted around the room, taking note of every single detail, her mind making comparisons with the convent. The flat screen took up a sizable portion of the wall, and looking around, there was artwork arranged strategically.Mary skidded to the first artwork, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. She stood in front of it, her fingers reaching for it, but she stopped herself on time.She had
Mary picked herself back up after exhausting the supply of her tear duct. She had cried and cried until she had no strength to do so again, and now she was tired of crying. Crying won’t bring him back.She picked herself up, dragging her weary self to the kitchen to get some of the food she had cooked earlier. If she was going to wait for her husband, it is better to do so with a full belly, and that is what she intended to do.Mary reached for one of the pretty china dishes and piled a sizable portion of mac and cheese onto her plate. Feeling bold, she stole the bottle of wine that had been sitting on the countertop, courtesy of her husband and his friend. The bottle was still a quarter full, and it wouldn't be bad if she had just a sip.Mary loaded everything onto a tray and padded to the living room, carefully sitting on the sofa. She took the first bite of it and was almost moaning. The Mac and cheese was beyond delicious. Cooking was a compulsory skill in the convent, and from th
Mary hurried up the stairs to her room to do what Nicholas had asked of her. She had stepped into the shower, taking her sweet time to scrub herself clean in preparation for what was about to go down in the night.She removed the shower head and parted her legs, directing the stream of water into her private parts as she washed them. Mary closed her eyes, sighing in bliss as the shower head sprayed warm water on her pussy.The lines between cleaning and pleasure were getting blurred, and she quickly turned it off. Mary rinsed off her body and wrapped the white towel around her body while the other was on her head.She stood in front of the open wardrobe, her eyes flitting through the racks of clothes on the hanger, studying each one carefully. Mary sighed in disappointment as she couldn’t find what she was looking for.The instructions she had been given were to wear something sexy, but everything on the hangers was all formal dresses. She closed the door of the wardrobe and leaned do
Mary melted into the kiss, her hands reaching upward and fisting his hair while the other held his shoulder. She returned the kiss, her lips pressing against his with urgency.Nicholas drew her closer, her tits rubbing against his bare chest. His hands creeped downward to globes of flesh, and he grabbed them, gently kneading them. His mouth moved against her, kissing her with everything he had but leaving it for oxygen.Nicholas looked down at her and held her gaze, the blue of his eyes deepening with affection. She was so beautiful in his eyes. Nicholas' eyes dropped down to her pouty lips, still wet from the kisses, and he leaned down, connecting their lips together.He kissed her again, more firmly now, while they began to move, looking for the nearest wall, and upon finding it, he pressed her against the wall. Nicholas hands were on Mary, caressing her soft skin.His mouth left her lips, and he began to kiss his way down her neck, stopping every now and then to suck and bite on th
Mary woke up with a start, her body deliciously sore from the events of the previous night. Yesterday night was a wonderful experience, and her body was still experiencing the aftermath of their love session.Her face lit up with a smile, and she looked around for Nicholas, but the smile was quick to diminish as she found she was all alone in the huge bed.Mary sighed, slumping back to the bed, her eyes fixed on the white ceiling above. "Is this how it was always going to be from now on?" She wondered.Since they came back from their honeymoon, Nicholas has hardly talked to her except to request his food. Not that they had always been the chatty type during the honeymoon, but this was much worse.Mary couldn’t stay in bed all day, so she managed to stand up, frowning as she felt icky between her thighs, and upon looking down, there were trails of dried cum running down her thigh.She ignored it, as well as the delicious pain she felt when she stood up. If there was one thing Nicholas
"N-Nicholas." Mary stammered out, rushing to his side. His tone was anything but friendly, and she was trying to look for ways she could pacify him. "You are early today; I wasn’t expecting you now."Nicholas took a calming breath, trying not to blow up on his wife. "Where have you been? I have been ringing up the phone for a while now." He spoke, his voice a lot calmer than it was the first time."Er…" Mary looked around, trying to locate where she had dumped her phone, and Nicholas stood, watching as she looked everywhere, wondering what he had gotten himself into. He shook his head. Why did he even marry her?"Yes?""I don’t know." Mary began trying to look for a suitable reason as to why her phone wasn’t with her, but she couldn’t come up with anyone. She was about to start apologizing when her eyes widened. "I think I left it inside." She murmured to herself."You will have to speak louder if you want me to hear you." Nicholas said, already getting irritated."I think I left it i