His Perfect Wife

Chapter 6: Gold Digger

Austin’s POV

I grumble as I park the car inside the garage. I get down, slamming the door hard, and then walk straight inside the mansion. I literally had a terrible day. A lot of work pressure because of the new projects. And now I have to face my so-called wife inside. It has been almost a month since we have been married and I still have no clue what exactly she is up to. She still hasn’t asked for any money but kept cooking for me along with helping Mrs. White with the household stuff. I don’t understand her intentions and it frustrates me more.

As I walk in, a soothing aroma hits my nostrils. I look around. The entire living area is decorated with aromatic candles. A piece of gentle music is being played at a low volume. The dimly lit room, the aroma, the music over is making a very comforting environment. It feels good to be home. What the f**k am I thinking? It must be done by that b***h. She must want something. But I am really not in a mood to interact with her right now.

While I am taking off my shoes, here comes my lovely wife, “hubby! You are back.”

That b***h comes running with a big smile on her face. She is wearing an apron. She must have been cooking. Her long hair is tied up in a bun. Some loose strands are falling on her faces carelessly. If someone sees this scene, they will definitely think how good my wife is. But I know exactly what she is. She can never fool me with that innocent smile and big doe-like eyes. I hate them!

“Let me take your bag and coat,” and there you go. She acts again, taking off my coat and then grabbing my briefcase from my hand. God knows what she wants.

“You must be tied. I have prepared a bath for you. Why don’t you relax for some time? The supper will be ready by then.” She speaks again with that same smile and excitement.

“Where is Mrs. White?” I ask in an icy voice.

“Oh! She took a leave for today. It’s only you and me.” Her smile becomes wider as she speaks. Such an excellent actor.

“You don’t have to act,” I tell her coldly while walking towards my room.

I walk inside my closet and take off my clothes. And then I go straight for the bathroom. She is not kidding. She has prepared a bath for me, to be specific, a very fancy one. Aromatic candles, soothing music, and bath bomb whatnot. I sigh as I sit in the tub. It really feels good to be truthful. I immediately forget about my tiresome day. This is just what I wanted. A nice long warm bath. My muscles relax and after almost half an hour I get off the tub. I dry myself and wear sweatpants with a t-shirt and then walk downstairs.

Valerie is setting up the table. As she hears my footsteps, she looks towards me with her regular smile. She puts the cutlery on the table as she speaks, “you are at the right moment, hubby. Come and seat.”

I walk to the table and take my seat. Frankly, she is a wonderful cook, and I don’t mind her doing it as long as she is not poisoning me. She rushes towards the kitchen counter and comes back with a plate. She makes two three rounds and finally takes the opposite seat from me.

Seafood stuffed salmon fillets, mushroom stuffed Acorn squash, mashed potatoes with sweet corn, a small salad. She did cook a lot today. I frown a little as I look at the food.

“Look what I made. You like salmon, don’t you?” she says again, serving me the food.

I don’t reply. I eat while she keeps talking about the different things that I am really not interested in. I start to feel irritated again, listening to all these craps.

“Shut the f**k up!” I yell. She cuts off as she looks at me.

I stand up, pushing my plate away. A little piece of salmon is still there, along with acorn and mashed potatoes. I turn back to leave the hall, but suddenly she grabs my hand. “Hubby, you shouldn’t waste food.”

Now she will tell me what to do? I am the one who earns it. Enough of this crap. And above all, how dare her to touch me? I turn immediately, pulling off my hand, and then I clasp her shoulder and yell, “What the f**k do you want? It’s all about money, isn’t it?”

She clinches a little at my touch. Her lips shiver for a moment and then they form into her usual smile once again, “yes, hubby. See, I cook for you for the entire week. I did everything that a good wife will do, and I even went to see your grandma. Don’t you think I deserve a little prize for my service?”

I knew it! She wants money. I feel disgusted. Her gold digger attitude is so transparent.

“How much do you want?” I ask in disgust.

“Fifty thousand dollars.” She speaks again with a smile. How can anyone be so shameless? How can she smile while asking for money like this?

But I am surprised at the same time. Only fifty thousand? That’s not much. I thought she will at least ask for a few million. Why will she do all these just only for fifty thousand? Why should I care? Very well, my little good wife. If you want to play, I will play along with you. You want money with your services, don’t you? You’ll get that.

“Come with me,” I tell her, grabbing her hand. I will show you what you are to me.

I walk straight into my room, dragging her with me.

“Hubby…” she says a few times, trying to cope up with my speed. Such a weakling.

Once I am inside, I let go of her hand and lay on the bed, facing her. She keeps standing there in confusion. Her hands are holding the skirt of her dress tightly for some unknown reasons.  

“Strip, ” I commanded, while my gaze is fixed with hers.

“A… Austin?” She stumbles.

“What? Didn’t you hear me? I said STRIP.” I speak again, clearly out loud. Let’s see what you can do, my little wife, for fifty grand.

“Wh… What… are you saying?” She speaks in a trembling voice. What happens to you, little wife? Don’t you want to play anymore? Why are you acting naïve?

My eyes fall on her lips. They shiver once. They are a little apart, plump and juicy. An unknown desire fills my heart. I stand up and grab her hand again. In my sudden action, she lost her balance and crashes at my chest. I smirk a little. I will teach you a lesson tonight, you b***h.

I hold her face up and press my lips against her. f**k! Why do they feel so sweet? I lick them, suck them, and bite them. She keeps struggling in my grip. I can feel her cold tears touching my cheeks and with that, my tongue feels a metallic taste. I pull away to see her lower lip is bleeding. What the f**k! Did I bite her a little too hard? But that doesn’t matter.

I move my hand on her back and unzip her chain.

“Austin... no…” she says again with her teary eyes.

“Don’t you want the money? Then please me, ” I speak again, pulling her cloth down. Her shaky hands grab the front of her dress instantly. She is looking towards the tiled floor. I put a little pressure on her shoulders, making her seat on her knees, and then I grab her face again, making me look into my eyes. Yes, babe, I want to see how you are feeling right now. I want to see what you can do for money. I take out my manhood and hold it in front of her mouth.

“Suck it,” I order her again. She keeps looking at me blankly. Come on! Don’t f*****g play that innocent card in front of me. I know a w***e like you have done this before, only for money. Her lip is still bleeding.

“Austin… Please…” she begs again.

You started it, and now you are playing naïve? Anger takes over. I grab her head and push my d**k inside her mouth forcefully and then I yell, “I said, suck it.”

She gags a few times, and I keep pushing my manhood. But she still is not moving her lips. I become impatient and start moving her head by holding her hair. She whimpers a few times. She is clumsy, nowhere near Linda. Linda never gagged, not even for once. She does it so perfectly. Despite that, Valerie’s clumsy lips are feeling more exciting. Her unwillingness to make me want it more. What the f**k! What’s wrong with me? Why am I comparing them once again? In between her whimpers and my thoughts, I reach my climax. I look down at her once more. She looks exhausted. I groan in pleasure as I empty myself in her mouth. As I remove my manhood, she is about to spit out the semen.

“Don’t even dare. Swallow it,” I order her again. Her hair is in mess. Her lip is still bleeding. What the hell is wrong with her lips? Her hands are shivering. Her dress falls on the floor as her hands cannot hold them off, ravelling her simple black undergarments. Her curves are so perfect. I can hardly hold back anymore. A different sensation rises inside my heart. I pull her up, holding her hand, and then slam her on my bed. Then I lay on her little torso, slowly. She shivers under my touch.

“A… Austin…” she speaks again, but her voice only multiplied my lust.

I slip my hand professionally on her back and undo her brassiere in a blink, and then free her bosoms from that black piece of cloth. They are f*****g perfect. I press my palm against her bosom and lick the other one. Her pinkish brown n*****s become hard as my tongue keeps playing with them.

“no… um... please...,” she moans this time. It feels good, doesn't it?

As her n****e hardens, I suck them. She moans my name again and again and her back form an arch, causing my manhood to touch her navel. I look at her face again. Her eyes are shut tightly. Fear is written all over her face. Why are you scared? After all, it’s not your first time. Then my eyes fall on her lips. It’s still bleeding. I lean against her face as I take off her panty and then lick her lip once, to wipe the blood, hoping it will stop soon. I leave a trail of kisses from her lips to her neck and then I concentrate on her curves again while my hand caresses her fold, making it wet slowly. 

I touch her inner thigh with my length, earning another moan from her. They are really pleasing to my ears. "You want it, don't you?" I tease her again.

"Austin.." She moans.

And then I press my full length inside her. Oh damn. She is f*****g tight! I start to move, slowly at first, trying to adjust my length, but her moans make me lost my senses. f**k! She is damn sexy.

“f**k,” I groan in pleasure as I pick up my speed. It feels good. It feels like heaven. I never have felt that much pleasure, not even when I am with Linda. Why is it like this? She isn’t even doing anything. I groan louder while emptying myself inside her. She is covered in sweat, panting.

I move my body to her side. Her eyes are still closed. Her breathing is heavy. I lean against her ear as I whisper, “thank you for the escort service. You will get your p*****t tomorrow in the morning. And now get the hell out of my room.”

 Valerie opens her eyes gently, and then she sits on the bed, grabbing a cover. She wraps it around her torso as she stands up. Her legs are still shaking. She almost falls down as she takes the first step. But before I can reach her, she manages herself, with the help of the wall, and then she walks out of my room without any second word.

I feel a pain in my heart as she leaves the room. Have I really done the right thing? Is she really a gold digger? Is she really a w***e? Then why does it feel so wrong? But after all, she asked for money! Hope you were like Linda, Valerie. Then maybe I would have accepted you someday.