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Forced Marriage

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Azuriyuu

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In Bartiel's general life, he couldn't say he was happy, honestly. He wasn't depressed, nor angry with his life, but he was frusturated with his situation. He could say that he was doing alright, but happy? Not quite. As a young man, he had been independent, living on his own freely, working at a dance studio, living on his own since the age of sixteen. Yes, he'd enjoyed his life very much, made a lot of money to go to college, and started early. But then tragedy struck as the studio was burnt down, and the shady insurance company refused to pay him. He lost the legal battle, losing a great deal of his savings, and since he lived on the top floor of the studio, he'd been forced to try to get loans and a place to stay.

One thing led to another, and he ended up meeting a frightfully dominant woman named Amelia. He tried his hardest to get some help, but in the end he kept coming back to Amelia, and here he was at the alter. He wasn't exactly sure how it came to this, but he knew it was either marriage or he might have to give up his dreams. Even still...even if this wasn't the person he wanted to be with, all his family were there, his friends, everyone was cheering him on. Even if some part of him wanted to frown, he couldn't help but smile. He didn't love the person who would be his wife as soon as he said those words, but he did occasionally appreciate her company, and her sex drive was wonderful.

“I do,” was all he said.

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A month after the honeymoon, Bartiel had settled into a simple pattern. Go to his classes at the university, go teach a dance class at the university, come home for dinner, go back and teach a night class, come home and sleep. He was a workaholic when he was sixteen, he was a workaholic at twenty. Bartiel hadn't seen his wife more than an hour a day in about a week, but at dinner he promised he'd stop teaching the night classes, so he could see her again. Still, he was a little anxious about the fact that he wouldn't be bringing in the money from both the day and evening classes, but that's the way he was.

Standing in the kitchen was a tall, proud redhead with lightly pale skin and a freckles face. The almond shape of his green eyes pointed out the tiny bit of his chinese blood, as hinted by his lithe stature, despite being six feet tall. In the kitchen, Bartiel was preparing some soup, having brought home the ingredients, as well as some chocolate syrup and some whipped cream for his wife. Humming, he worked on the soup, wondering when Amelia would show up.
 
Amelia remembered when they first met. She had rearranged their meeting, and planned everything out. She had found out a dirty, dark secret that no one knew about. He had been a dance teacher, and still was, if you considered that a real career, and he had made out with a student. And, she was just in the right place in the right time, and took a photo of that. She knew what she wanted, and she knew how to get it. All it took was a private meeting, and within a year, they were engaged. Marriage was just another step. They had slept together more times than she could count on their wedding night. Sometimes, he intiated it, but most times, she did. She knew him well enough that he could never deny her sex. He just wanted it so much, he couldn't help himself.

For being such a dominanting woman, Amelia looked like the exact opposite. She was slender, small figured, and had bright brown eyes. She had just arrived home from work at the office. Her hair, pulled back in a french bun, bobbed as she walked to place her key in the door, and carefully placed it in the basket, where she usually put her keys when she came back home from work. She leaned against the doorway, watching her husband cook for a minute. She didn't even give him a kiss on the cheek, before she placed her purse on the couch. She slipped off her signature black heels, and walked over to the refridgerator. She didn't even say anything yet, but merely took out a bottle of champagne and two wine glasses that they had received on their wedding day. She had all the power in this relationship. She paid for the rent, she paid the bills, and it was only because she was the CEO of a major company. This house, complete with five bedrooms, was bought out of her salary. She had told him that his salary was to pay for his individual needs and extras. Still, after paying all the neccessities, there was still a chunk of a paycheck left over. That paycheck was for things like expensive clothes, wine, jewellery, and going out to restaurants. Lately, it seemed like she had been the only one in this house. That wasn't appropriate. And, she wasn't happy with his schedule.

When he had decided to quit teaching night classes, she smiled. She poured him a glass of champagne, and insisted that he drink it right now. She had a plan for tonight, and that was to get him so drunk, he wouldn't know his head from his leg. Slyly, she toasted herself, drinking a sip, and sitting on the seat, waiting for him to serve her. He didn't cook much, so she just figured he didn't know how to cook. She had hired a cook, and a few maids to maintain the neat and tidy order she wanted in her home. Once he had served them both dinner and placed the plates on their traditional wooden dining table, that she had picked out, she cleared her throat, and placed a white napkin across her lap. "How was your day, sweetheart?" She asked, casually, dressed in a beige blouse and a pair of black dress pants. She paid for everything in this house, and as such, she had so much power, and even more, because she blackmailed him into marrying her.
 
It had more or less slipped his mind when he had dated Christine, a seventeen-year-old student of his at the dance studio. The relationship hadn't gone anywhere before he met Amelia and fell into her trap, anyways. When she came in, Bartiel looked towards the door as she came in, but since she didn't respond to him, he didn't speak up. When she gave him the champeign, he almost frowned as she insisted he drink it. “...Fine,” he said, before downing the whole thing. Shaking his head, he coughed for a moment, coughing away from the food before he continued. Focusing on the soup, he smiled. The cook insisted that he let him cook dinner. Bartiel insisted that the cook get the fuck out of the way, and in the end won. Bartiel had a dominant personality with everyone but Amelia.

When she asked how his day was, he shrugged. “It was alright. Doris is finally getting the Swing down,” he mentioned one of his students, an old lady who was mostly in the class as part of her physical therapy. As he sat down, he poured Amelia some chicken-and-garlic soup as well as gave her some teriyaki-beef stir fry. Bartiel was actually an excellent cook, one of the reasons behind his strong build was the fact that he ate quite healthily, being able to mix health food cooking and tasty cooking. “It's been a while since that goddamn cook has let me do anything in here,” he commented softly as he looked at his wife, smiling softly at her. She was beautiful. At the very least, she was that, even if she was a bitch who had literally stolen his life and his dreams. Yet, he couldn't hate her. He enjoyed her company, enjoyed being around her, he even enjoyed the subtly abusive way she treated him from time to time, and whenever he tried to say he wasn't interested in sex at that time, he enjoyed how she always found a way to trick or force him into it, one way or another.
 
Honestly, Amelia didn't give a rat's ass about how his day went. She loved his cooking. She couldn't help but dig into the stir fry. The soup's name, chicken and garlic soup didn't sound so great, and didn't sound sexy. For what she had planned, but he had cooked it, so, she dug in. It didn't taste that bad, but she bet that her breath didn't smell so great. She sighed sadly, and smiled up at him, "It's good. The food, I mean. Remind me to let you cook more often." She had a heart sometimes. Without even asking, she said, "About your work schedule, I'm so glad that you decided to see it my way." Her wedding ring sparkled against the soft light of the candles that were placed in candle holders in the center of their table to give a more romantic feel. She had remembered that he didn't have much of an income to buy a wedding ring. So, she went to Tiffany and Co. and bought a ring that she liked. She made sure that she made her point across, that her happiness was important. The most important thing in this relationship. That's how she had won that argument and every other argument they had. To outsiders, their marriage was perfect. They were both happy, or that's what it seemed like.

When his glass had been cleaned empty, she poured him another cup. She was only halfway done hers. She was impressed, licking her lips clean. As she looked at him across the table, she realized that he was more handsome than she gave him credit for. She knew he ate appropriately, he wouldn't eat ice cream or any foods that contained alot of fat. Unless she insisted. But, she insisted harder that he keep up his shape. She threatened that he wouldn't get laid as often as he'd like. Within minutes, she had finished off the stir-fry. "Oh, you have to give the recipe to James." That was the cook's name. "It's absolutely delicious."
 
Bartiel rolled his eyes when she said that she was glad she saw it her way. He almost quipped 'Yes, my mistress', but he knew that sarcasm had no effect. Looking at the wedding ring, he frowned. That wedding ring was one of the many symbols of her dominance, that she was even allowed to pick her own wedding ring that way. Still, he didn't let bother him, simply looking at the champeign. 'I don't want to get drunk', he would say, only but she would probably ignore it, so instead he merely sipped his glass so as to pretend to go along with her, but at the same time do his own thing.

When she said that he had to give the recipe to James, he thought about it. It was a recipe that his mother taught him, and not one he was easily going to be willing to simply give to someone outside of his family. “I'll see what I can do,” he said. He'd probably just give the cook some generic chicken stir fry recipe and let it come down to that. Looking at his wife, he smiled a little bit, finishing his soup first before offering her a breath mint. He didn't mind garlic breath, but he knew she did, so he'd take one when he was done.

“So how was your day?” He didn't care that much when he asked his question, either, but best to be polite and keep Amelia happy.
 
Amelia frowned at him. He seemed to take everything the wrong way. When she said, he should give the recipe to the cook, she meant that as a compliment. That it was so good, the cook should make it. She stared at him, and once he asked about her day, she didn't know what to say. She was so surprised he'd be polite. She cleared her throat, "It was okay. I don't know, it's stressful. I had to fire someone today. Everyone was giving me suggestions on the next policy but everyone was giving me conflicting suggestions. It's hard." She seemed to look out the window, as if she was in deep thought. She sighed, forgetting what she had planned. "I'm.. I'm going to bed. I'll see you later." She seemed like she was troubled, even depressed, grabbing the leftover bottle of champagne, and walked up the stairs to their bedroom. She realized she had a heart, it was scary. She retreated into their lavish bedroom, and just drank, drank and finally finished the bottle of champagne. There was half of it left, so after, she just passed out. Thank god, tomorrow was Saturday.

She weeped in her bed, covered with blankets, snuggling deep and fell asleep, tears drying on her lips. She didn't have breakfast or lunch today, which made her more grumpy. But, she didn't understand why she was crying. She had a great marriage. Maybe not great, but good. Okay, decent. She didn't understand why he was so cold. Sure, he obeyed her but he didn't love her. Maybe that's what she wanted, love. The word sounded funny to her. She was so used to having her way, and everything just falling into place. And now that it wasn't, she didn't know what to do. Still, at least he listened to her. That was respect, or.. was that just because she still wanted to be a dance teacher? It was such a joke, his career. At work, she couldn't even say what her husband did, she had to fib. She didn't even care if he slept in her bed, or if he slept in the guest bedroom.
 
Bartiel looked at her, blinking for a moment as she suddenly seemed to be troubled. “Ameli...” he went quiet after she left to go to the bedroom. For some reason, he felt a bit like a dick. He hesitated when she left. For a moment, he paused, watching her. He sighed, shaking his head, before he took the rest of his champeign down. Dammit. He didn't really know how to treat his wife. She was cruel and. manipulative, but...she was still his wife. And thinking about it, he'd known from the beginning to counter her blackmail, he just didn't, both seeing it as too troublesome and time-consuming. Standing up, the redhead washed the dishes, and came upstairs when he was done. He hadn't allowed the cook to wash the dishes that night either, used to doing things on his own, some part of him refusing to conform to the rich-idiot-with-no-day-job lifestyle.

Bartiel headed upstairs afterwards and after washing his hands, before entering the bedroom. Stripping down and slipping into his bedrobe, usually he would jerk off when his wife wasn't receptive, but seeing her there, so obvious that she'd cried, that ruined his mood. Sitting on the bed beside her, he kissed her softly on the forehead, frowning a bit as he lightly stroked her forehead with the back of his fingers, climbing into bed, slipping his arms and legs around his wife, closing his eyes. Even if there wasn't true love, he was still her husband, and he had to take care of her, if not financially then emotionally. It was his real job, after all, since his career as a Dance Teacher, while a good distraction, was ultimately pointless.
 
It was Saturday. The sunlight streamed in through the open window, as Amelia groaned. She had a hangover. She gripped the bedside table, and slowly, got up. She gritted her teeth, running into the adjoined bathroom. Fucking asprin. Where the fuck was it? She angrily rummaged through the medicine cabinet, not depressed anymore, and finally filled her cup of water, swallowing the pill down quickly. She sighed, she felt a bit better. She needed to drink more water. Her headache was killing her. She slumped downstairs, grabbing three bottles of water and retreated back to their bedroom. There, she started a routine for this morning. It was drinking water, going to the bathroom and repeat. Finally, once afternoon hit, she began to feel a lot better. She looked at her husband, who was sitting in bed with her, probably feeling bad about her emotional collapse yesterday. But, she was over it. Now, she wanted something else. She pushed off the blankets, and pulled him close. She always got whatever she wanted.

Amelia didn't even say good morning to him. Instead, she settled on his lap. She crushed her lips against his, obviously making up for the lack of sex she had planned and expected. She thrusted her hand in his hair, tangling her fingers in his silky locks, and bucked her hips furiously against his hips, gritting her teeth, and sighed. She slide her fingers down his back, realizing the advantages to having her husband sleep with only boxers on. She slide her tongue inside his mouth, while bouncing on top of his crotch, determined to have the best afternoon sex of her life. And even if her marriage wasn't perfect, the sex was so amazing. And, he seemed to enjoy it. So, in this respect, she wasn't taking advantage of him, just merely obliging to their own desires.
 
When he owned his own dance studio, Bartiel had been an early riser, never having woke up after 6 AM. However, when he'd lost the studio and couldn't teach the classes whenever the hell he felt like it, he'd been forced to teach night classes, which ended with him sleeping in on the weekends when he could afford to get some extra sleep. After Amelia woke up and pulled away, Bartiel had rolled over onto his back, his chest rising and falling silently as he stirred, almost to wake, falling back asleep.

Of course, by the time afternoon rolled around, Bartiel had woken up. He hadn't bothered to get out of bed yet, instead opting to read one of his books while laying in bed. “Good...morning,” he mentioned as she sat on his lap, the young redhead looking up at her before suddenly his lips were crushed against hers'. His eyes opened wide as he squirmed, a bit surprised as she kissed him a bit too hard, making it harder for him to breathe before he felt her hand running through his hair. As her hips grinded against his, he hesitated as his back arched a little and his hips pushed up against hers' involentarily.

“Amelia,” he said to her softly as she sat on his lap. Even though the grinding had started to give him a bit of an erection, he was obviously hesitant as he gazed up at his wife, obviously wanting to talk about last night. Although there was that part of him which didn't mind, which indeed wanted to wildly be fucked and to also push her down and have his way with her as well, a part of him which grew stronger over time.
 
Amelia groaned. Why was he talking? She hated whenever he interfered with her plans, and she made that clear. She stayed on his lap still, it was evident she wasn't planning on moving anytime soon. "What?" She grew annoyed, snapping at him. Since he didn't seem to mind all that much, she had felt him grow, she just continued to kiss her way down his neck, nibbling here and there. She had hoped he'd be a man and just give into temptation, and let her fool around with him. She didn't want to talk. She wanted to screw around with him. So, instead of compiling with his wishes, she tugged off his boxers, allowing her to see what lay underneath. She giggled, and began to rub her fingers up and down his shaft. She dared him, "Go ahead. Talk. I dare you." There was blood rushing to his dick, she doubted he could talk and focus properly at the task at hand, which was screwing her. She barely had time for sex on the weekdays, except for Fridays. And, she had just gotten him back yesterday after he agreed to not teach night school. An hour was barely enough time for sex, dinner, and catching up. And, yesterday, her plan had been foiled by stupid, stupid emotions.

She hadn't stripped off the crumpled blouse, and the pants that she had worn yesterday. She realized it wasn't fair, so she yanked off her pants, and quickly unbuttoned her blouse, throwing it aside. There, now they were kind of equal. She still had on her bra and panties, rubbing her wet self against his cock, grinding faster and faster. She wasn't giving him an opportunity to chat. She always got whatever she wanted. Always. And today was no different. Everytime he interfered with her plans, she just grew angrier and angrier. She was an impatient woman, and everytime where he began to have some kind of an opinion in their relationship, she snapped at him and just became irritable.
 
Bartiel looked up to her as she seemed annoyed. “Amelia, I...” he started before she kissed her way down his neck, trailing off as he closed his eyes. Looking down as she pulled his boxers down, he bit his lip as he saw his cock, already hard and throbbing. Even if he wanted to talk, his body clearly just wanted to fuck. Closing his eyes, he set his book on the nightstand, obeying like the obedient, submissive husband that he really was, muttering softly as he felt her rub his shaft. Openning his eyes, he looked at her as she stripped off her clothes, looking at her as she grinded against him. “You're gorgeous,” he whispered softly, without a smile, but it was obvious that he truly felt that way.

As she grinded against him, softly Bartiel leaned up, kissing and lightly biting the side of her neck, one of his hands reaching up to pull down the left cup of her bra and begin to play with her breast, lightly tweaking her nipple slightly as he nibbled her neck next to her collarbone. Out of nowhere, he suddenly pushed up with his hips, holding the position, with enough height to lift her off the bed a few inches for a moment, grinding his body against hers as he breathed heavily against her ear, letting his desires take over for his mind.
 
"That's my good boy.." Amelia purred into his ear. He drove her so hot, and that's why he was her husband. Her obedient husband that drove her mad with lust. She tore off her panties. She slide her tongue inside his mouth, making sure to play with his own tongue. She gripped his shoulders, panting into his ear. She was grinding against his hips, grasping them, and finally, she couldn't stand it any longer, she plunged onto his joystick. She almost screamed, when their bodies finally connected. She had been sexually frustrated ever since he decided that he would teach both day and night classes. And, now, she was getting her fill of his cock, deep inside her. She tore off her bra, her C-cup breasts bouncing against his chest. She didn't bother letting him adjust to her pace, she just thrusted up and down, her nipples perky and erect as she slammed down on his hips, faster and faster.

That's what sex was like with Amelia. She set the pace, she did the work, it was always rough, passionate, and fast. Especially now, when she had so much sexual frustration in her that just wanted to be let out. Every night, she had thought of her hot husband, fingering herself until she came. And, that wasn't any kind of life. So, now, it was payback. She gritted her teeth, moaning outloud, louder and louder. "Uh! Bartiel! Bartiel!" She cried for him, grasping his hips, making sure he was all the way inside her. He was so big, and it'd be a shame to waste that delicious hardon. She knew that it wasn't going to be just one round for today, she was going to be on a sex spree because he had left her wet, and lonely for a few months ever since they got back from their honeymoon. She'd show him how incredible sex was, and then, he would never get up out of their bed if she had anything to say about it.
 
Bartiel groaned softly as she called him her good boy. The outer parts of his mind were infuriated by such a statement, like he was her pet or slave, but the inner parts were terribly aroused. Groaning, he wanted to continue foreplay, wanted to go a bit slower, but suddenly, she held his hips, preventing him from moving, teasing her, before she impaled herself on his cock. Bartiel's back arched just a little bit as a moan escaped his lips, biting down on his lower lip to try to control himself as she tore off her bra.

Bartiel moaned as she moved fast, moved hard. “Amelia! I'll cum if you go so fast!” he warned her. Of course he wasn't ready to cum so quickly – not nearly so quickly. If the pace was right, he could last for an incredibly long time, but this was wonderful, the warmth of her pussy, the muscles constricting him, the wetness and the warmth as he found himself locked all the way into her as she held onto his hips. Every time she crashed down, he grinded up against her, beginning to pant a little bit, leaning down a little to bite her breast a little bit, biting the flesh above where her nipple was before moving down and sucking on her nipple, moaning into the small, erect bud as she fell onto his hips. Bartiel's hips soon captured her pace, and pushed up against her as she fell down onto him, moaning as his hands reached around, grabbing her ass and beginning to pull her forward a little bit to rub their bodies even closer every time she fell down on his cock.
 
Foreplay was a joke to Amelia. Sex was supposed to be rough, hard, and passionate. She bounced on his shaft, taking her aggression out on him. She hated how he had to work, how he couldn't just stay at home and wait for her. She hated his job because it was a joke, and it took him away from her. When she came home early from work, he was never there. She continued her assault on him, and if anything, only increased her speed. "Uh! Bartiel! Bartiel!" She moaned, feeling a coat of sweat gather over their bodies as they fucked like rabbits. And, when he had threatened that he'd cum soon if she didn't stop going so fast, she just grinned. That was her motivation. She wanted to see his cum all over her body, and running down their hips. That mental image had so much appeal, and that was her drive, panting heavily. She grounded her feet on either side of his body, on the silky bedsheets, crying loudly. "Bartiel!"

The only sounds in the room were the hurried slaps of skin against skin and the cries of passion. "Fuck! Uh! Gods... yes!" She hissed into his ear, grabbing onto his shoulders for stability. She was loosing herself in the world of lust and passion. "Do you like it when I ride you..? When I slam my hips against your hips? When I fuck you?" She loved talking dirty in bed. But, one thing she did like about Bartiel's job was that it kept him fit and she never had to yell at him to go to the gym or to hit the treadmill. She didn't know what she would do if he lost his body. That's what she was attracted to after all. And, maybe a small portion of his personality.
 
Bartiel groaned as their bodies sweat, panting harshly as she rammed herself down onto him. It was almost too much, but it only made him want more, to push harder, push up into her, groaning and letting his head roll back. Lust overcame his thoughts, as he bucked up into her, pushing her hips off the bed as he used his legs to push his ass upwards, holding it a couple inches off the bed. Doing so drove himself up into her as deep as he could go, deeper than otherwise possible, before he swayed just a little bit, using his strength to hold himself up as he wavered for a moment then pushed back up as she crashed down.

Hearing her speak, he groaned. “Yes, Amelia,” he said, panting, looking up at her as desire overrid his indignant thoughts. “I love it when you slam yourself down on me, when you show me how much you want me, I love it when you throw me down and take me,” he said, lust glazing over as he groaned, laying back as he used his shoulders to support the arch so he could keep his hips upward, his hands pulling her ass down forcefully onto him before he let it go, reaching up to grab her breasts, molesting her nipples with his fingers. Inside of her, his cock throbbed, bulging and pulsing hotly, the muscles expanding and contracting in quick, deep motions, his body practically twitching inside of her.
 
"Uh! My darling!" Amelia panted in his ear, gripping his shoulders, feeling turned on after he used his hands to grip her ass, knowing that she needed this as much as she did, if not more. She moaned loudly, crying out his name, as she just slammed harder and harder down on his hips. "Bartiel! Uh! Fuck, yes! Yes! God, yes!" She loved when he pushed himself inside her as deep as he could, lifting them both up in the process. If she had married someone who didn't have as much strength as he did, then sex couldn't possibly be this good. She was so close to cumming, her muscles gripping his cock inside of her. She kissed him passionately, her tongue thrusting inside his mouth, and as she kissed him, she screamed, breaking the kiss to cry out his name over and over, like a chant, "Bartiel! Bartiel! I'm cumming! Uh!" As she came onto his cock, she bucked her hips furiously faster and faster, gripping his rear tightly.

After she had given him all of her juices, she panted, looking at him with lust-filled eyes. Her legs were spread over him, as she looked down below, her pussy taking all of his cock deep inside her. It was so erotic, watching her hips buck, and take all of his meat inside of her, his cock covered in her juices. Her cum had leaked out, covering their thighs with the sticky liquid. She leaned her head back, panting and moaning with pleasure. That's what she needed. He was so hot and so incredible in bed.
 
Bartiel moaned as she called him her darling. It was times like these he felt like maybe, just a little bit, he was in love, when she became affectionate, when she spoke to him so happily. These moments were more often than not(If he could recall times when they weren't) in the throes of passion.

As she called out to god, he felt her muscles tightening, more and more. His own muscles responded, sticky precum leaking from his erect cock as it pulsed, throbbing. When she kissed him, he moaned beastily into her mouth, sucking on her tounge as it invaded his mouth. Feeling her break the kiss, Bartiel panted as she called out that she was cumming, his hands falling from her breast to her ass again, pulling onto it as she gripped him as the bucked wildly, together, as animals, his body slamming upwards as she crashed down.

As she came all over him, he let out a loud, almost screaming groan of desire, feeling himself coming closer. It usually took him longer to cum, so sometimes he was able to make her cum twice, or three times, or sometimes even more, but now he was almost there, his cock spasming, feeling his testicles tighten up as he almost lost himself as he drove up into her. Seeing her eyes fall, Bartiel's eyes also dropped down to where he saw his body crash into hers', penetrate her flesh, feeling his cock twitching and ulsing, about to erupt as his sweat-glistening body began to pant.
 
Amelia gripped him, groaning as they fucked wildly. She held onto him, bucking her hips aggressively, making sure he understood how much she desired him. Once he had cum and all of his sticky cum had bursted inside her, she crashed, clutching him close, laying her head on his chest. She tried to regain her breath, realizing that he only came so quickly because they both hadn't had sex in a few months. She sighed, pulling out of him and snuggled with him. It was times like these after sex, that she felt complete, and showed affection in her marriage. Sweat gathered on her body and on his, as she continued to breathe heavily. "Darling.. that was incredible." She looked up at him, and smiled. One of the brief occassions she let him see her smile. Usually, she just smiled whenever she got something that she wanted, but not something he wanted to do. She knew at least that he loved her body, that he wanted her as much as she wanted him physically. It was primarily a physical relationship.

She held his hand, squeezing it a few times, collapsing next to him. She kissed his cheek, and his neck, tracing his cheekbones with her other free hand, pressing her body against him, her breasts squished against his chest. "I was thinking, that maybe we could make this a daily thing.." She grinned, kissing his neck again just to persuade him. She knew she would win in the end, and that he didn't have much of a choice. But, he wanted it as much as she did, and she wasn't willing to masturbate to get off again. Now, that he had his nights off, and that he had less of a workload.
 
Bartiel groaned and bucked up into her harder and faster before he felt himself explode. He let out something of a scream, bucking his hips as high as he could, lifting himself almost a full foot off the bed from his legs and his shoulders before he collapsed. Bartiel came hard, and he'd cum a lot. He was used to having to masturbate like crazy before he met Amelia, and since they hadn't been having sex, his libido had been going crazier than he allowed himself to show.

Slowly, he fell down, panting as his wife snuggled up to him. Leaning over, he kissed her on the lips, panting as she said it was incredible. Opening his eyes, he looked at her softly. “You're beautiful when you smile,” he whispered before kissing her again, before he closed his eyes. As she held his hand, he cuddled against her, listening to her as she said that maybe they would make it a daily thing. Yes, they should. Why should he be in a loveless marriage if he wasn't even getting to fuck his wife. Openning his eyes, he nodded without any complaint or resistance.

“Yes. After all, if I'm your husband, it's my duty to make you happy, right?” he asked softly as he used his free hand to gently caress her side, leaning his head against hers' softly. It was a more romantic to say 'that's why you married me, anyways', but he didn't mind. Not right now, as his cock and thighs were covered in their juices, as the almost absurd amount of cum which he fired into her dribbled out of her body.
 
Amelia grinned, smiling up at him. She grabbed a towel she always kept near the bed for intimate sessions like this one, and began to rub his dick through the cloth to "clean" him. And, she did the same to herself. Except when she had been cleaning him, she had been more rough and hard, and paid more attention to his cock. She giggled, kissing his cheek. She pulled the blankets over them, curling up with her husband. She kissed him passionately for a moment. "You know, I wouldn't mind if you intiated sex once in a while.." It was kind of boring to always be the man in the relationship and stuck her tongue down his throat, not that she didn't like it, but still. And, him being on top was kind of what she fantasized about when he had been in class, doing "work". She slide her fingers into his hair, and would never admit this, but sometimes, she'd drive by his class and see if he was doing work, or a student. He had been caught making out with a student before, and she wanted to know if he was being faithful. One could never be too safe.

"Thank you." She smiled again, after he had complimented on her smile. Once he had asked her the question about how it was his duty to make her happy, she grinned, eagerly nodding. She bathed in the aftermath of sex, playing with the strands of his hair, licking his mouth, bringing him down closer and closer for a hot make-out session, running her leg up and down, panting in his mouth. Her leg began to wrap around one side of his hip, kissing him passionately. And for the moment, she was just kissing him, and exploring his mouth as if it was the first time they had frenched.
 
Bartiel shivered a bit when she used the towel to clean him. “N-not so rough...” he said to her with a weak smile. His cock was sensitive after sex usually, but it actually didn't feel that bad at the moment. Still, when she cuddled up to him, he leaned against her, kissing her deeply before she said that she wouldn't mind if he initiated sex once in a while. “Really?” he asked, giving her a sly grin. “Maybe next time I will,” he said to her, leaning in and lightly nibbling her neck affectionately.

As her husband played with his hair, he let out a sigh, reaching over and gently caressing her hair before leaning in and pressing his lips against hers as she kissed him. Softly, he murmured as he felt her legs wrap around his body, his hands moving onto her hips and pulling her closer, his tired but still erect member pressing up between their bodies as he allowed her tongue to slip into his mouth before pushing it with his tongue, letting their tongues dance as his fingers gently drew small circles on the small of her back. Bartiel felt like he was in love.

He obviously didn't know that she would sometimes drive by and look in the window at the university, but the only time she'd caught him not actually doing work was when one of his friends, a rookie police officer just a little younger than him, had come by and the two were having tea. Bartiel didn't have many friends. Mostly just that police officer, Ryuuichi, and his only real social interaction was to go hang out with Ryuuichi on the weekends. Not that Amelia would be able to follow him; 'Drives like crazy' was synonymous with his name.
 
Amelia knew he was tired, so that's why she just wanted to make out with him. To be frank, she was a bit tired also. She pulled away, and wanted to have a real conversation with him. She sat beside him on their bed, and acknowledged what he had been doing before they started to fuck like rabbits. "What are you reading?" She still held his hand, squeezing it and laid her head on his chest, snuggling close to him. She was bathing in the glow in the aftermath of sex. She kissed his neck, and began to nibble on his ear, being affectionate. It was weird, that she was like this. Normally, she wasn't this affectionate but she was in a good mood, she had her husband beside her, she had just had sex, the best sex of her life, and it was the weekend. They had plenty of time together. "Oh, and I was thinking that we could spend some quality time together this weekend, if you're not busy..." And by weekend, she really did mean the whole weekend.

It was like temporarily she was letting go of her dominant behaviour, and she was embracing this affectionate role as his wife. She wanted to be in love with him and have the best marriage, the marriage you could boast about. She tangled her fingers in his hair, and inhaled his scent. "Mm, damn. You smell so delicious darling..."
 
Bartiel looked at Amelia as she asked what he was reading. He was...surprised. She actually wanted to have a conversation with him? More importantly, she was asking about his tastes? It shocked him. Smiling, he sat up, showing her the book he was reading. It was a a fantasy novel, and Bartiel smiled tenderly as she took his hand, laying her head on his chest. For a moment, he thought to himself, this is what it must be like to be a husband, he thought to himself in amusement. When she said that they could spend some quality time together this weekend, he thought about it.

Bartiel typically refused to break his plans with other people for...well, even his wife. Which was why he expected her to tell him of her plans when she thought them up, or at least to tell him to reserve the day for a surprise. As a result, his typical answer when he did have plans was a resounding 'Sod off', or if he was feeling more polite, a simple 'No'.

But as she embraced him, he smiled tenderly when she told him that he smelled delicious. “I'll tell Ryuu to cancel our plans for this weekend,” he told her, leaning in and kissing her on the forehead, looking down at her sweetly. His hand gently brushed through his hair as his other hand squeezed her hand. He revelled in her scent and the soft feel of her body. “I want to spend the weekend with you, too.”
 
Amelia grinned, okay... so, she was getting exactly what she wanted. But, she liked this new side of her. She kissed him softly on the lips, kissing her way down his neck, indulging herself in the sweet smell that wrapped around his body after sex. "And, afterwards, you think we can have some fun?" The way she said it implied sex. In fact, she was getting pretty aroused by him reading a book. She kissed him more deeply on the lips, now straddling his hips. She didn't really know what place she wanted to go with him. "Or maybe this could be our bonding time.." Actually, now that she thought about it, sex was bonding, the bonding of two bodies. And, didn't that count for something? She giggled, slipping her tongue inside his mouth, clutching him by the neck and pushing him to kiss her deeply.

"Unless.. you wanted to go out for dinner, or for a walk.." She paused, looking up at him. She didn't really care either way. As long as she got sex at the end of the day, and that it was with him. She stopped straddling him for a moment, weaving her fingers through his hair, nibbling at his ear, sighing. Some of the blankets had fallen, and now, her perky breasts were exposed, the rosy buds of her nipples hard and erect but probably from the cold.
 
(btw, you started calling your character Bianca. Don't think you noticed.)

Bartiel smiled at her affectionately as she suggested having fun, smirking a bit and nodding. As she moved over him, straddling his hips, he let out a deep breath as she said that could be their bonding time. As their bodies pressed together, Bartiel smiled. Feeling her tongue in his mouth, he murmured as she pushed up on his head, responding favorably, pushing his lips hard against hers as he forced his tongue forward, pushing it into her mouth instead of merely sucking on her tongue before breaking the kiss and leaning in to softly lick at her lips. At the suggestion of dinner, Bartiel gave it some thought. “We can go out to dinner later,” he said, emphasis on the later part.

As she moved away from straddling him, weaving her fingers through his hair he lightly quivered, breathing out deeply, audibly as he felt her nibbling his ear. Moving over, he moved on top of her body, pressing his member which never quite lost it's full erectness, and was rapidly returning to it's upright and hard position against her thigh as he leaned in, kissing her right nipple before running his tongue in a small circle around her aereola, looking up at her softly as he did so. “...Do you like oral?” he asked her quietly. It was funny that he would ask such a thing after they'd been married for months, but with them it was more or less he'd lay back, or be asleep and having an erotic dream, or standing before she forced him down and then she'd fuck him without any opportunity for foreplay.

Bartiel never really got to explore Amelia's body, and he was...curious, was the word.
 
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