Th3rty 3. Learning to be married to Howle.
1329 Words
Kennedy♡
Orcas found me in his basement snooping around.
" What are these, family photo albums?" I asked him, curious about the family I married into.
" You need to sneak off like that, I would like it if you talked to me before you just got up and left!" He said angrily.
I didn't realize he cared if I snooped around.
He put the photo album down and took my hands and kissed my knuckles.
" You are mine now, act accordingly. You answer to me. If you want to come down to the basement, you ask me if it is OK, do you understand me?"
Normally I would probably mouth off to someone treating me this way, however I wanted to please him. I not only agreed, I knelt before him.
" My leige, I am so sorry. Forgive me please. I am new to married life."
Of course I didn't know what to expect, but I did not expect him to kneel next to me.
" I am honored by your reaction to my directives. But, I know that you of all people are the one that I will kneel before. My queen, I only worry about your safety."
Wow, this guy.
" Can we make love here in the basement?" I asked teasing him.
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I felt a bit dizzy with all those kisses.
" Come back up to our room, yes the one with the animal eyes always on you.
I mean, after you are done snooping down here. My home is your home Red."
" I want to touch you now, are you ok with this Orcas?"
He looked at me and became very quiet.
I kissed him feeling him over his pants. He was ready for me again. This time, I would need a little more from him.
Orcas picked me up and carried me up the stairs.
I was rubbing his chest hair in my fingers.
" I want you to feel my desire. Those powerful moves of yours to bind me to you have worked.
I want you to understand me. I don't love easily. I am surly and bad humored most often. But with you my dear, I feel young and alive.
You have charmed me. I want to taste your skin, nibble your neck, suckle your...uh... skin. I want you to go wild for me."
I was feeling a bit naughty with his words. I removed my shirt and pushed my breasts up towards his mouth.
He was not disappointing.
My husband can be very attentive to my needs. He was doing so now.
My eyes were closed, but I could see a connection of sparks between us.
He made me excited by the slightest touch.
I felt a burst of electric passion, then another. He was creating a fire storm in my pants with just his touch.
He smiled, he was pretty proud of himself. I myself couldn't talk or even breath, my eyes were half closed.
After he totally destroyed me with his passions, I just lay there with my mouth wide open, moaning in his arms.
" Now, close your eyes and rest a bit while I watch you sleep, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life.
Especially after I pleasure you soundly. The softness of your face, the plumpness of your lips.
Your eyes go back inside your head and you make little mewling noises as you see those stars running around in your head.
I do that to you Red, me Orcas."
" Can you be quiet and let me enjoy this for a moment?" I smiled at him, one eye opened.
He rolled me over and took me then, seeing that I was not quite dead yet.
He tried to kill me with his tongue, his fingers, his powerful masculine rhythm.
He moved like an exotic dancer on crack. I couldn't keep up with his perfect body. It was made for this. Mine was soft. I felt his sweat dripping down on my back.
He referred to my butt as the cantaloupe twins, I think it was a compliment.
He was definitely a butt guy. He squeezed and smacked mine in his haste to the finish line.
I was just around for the ride now. I had no energy left, he stole it all.
When he finally howled in my ear, I was beyond exhausted, but hearing him find his release excited me very much.
I sat up and tried to take over on top of him, rallying.
He was done, he lowered the flag in defeat.
I still kissed him and moved my hips over him.
He turned his head to the side and tried to breath.
He lifted my gyrating body off of his and put his hand on my belly.
" Rest a bit my dear. We have the night, we own it actually.
But right now I can't keep up with the cowgirl rodeo, you are going into overtime, but there is another half to go, this was only the first quarter."
" I love it when you talk American football analagies."
After about 30 minutes, I crawled to the end of the bed to go to the bathroom. He grabbed my ankle.
" Come right back." He said.
I agreed. I sat there a few moments, then saw blood. This was not the right time to get my monthly curse.
I sighed. I was hoping to love on him some more.
I went back to him, he was passed out, snoring like a dog.
I chose to go to my own room.
I cuddled up with my pillow, then got up and found some cookies in the kitchen with some cold tea.
" Awe sweet." I said to myself.
He shocked me by clearing his throat behind me.
" I told you to come right back." He was mad.
" I did, but you were snoring and I got my time of the month. I decided to get a little snacky poo."
He grinned. " I guess you need these cookies then. But...what would you do for some salted carmel ice-cream?"
" Anything you want, name it my leige." I ran to the freezer and reached for the container, he ripped it from my hands.
" No, I'm feeding you. So you don't over do it." He took out a thick silver spoon with a wolf's head on the hilt.
" This is my official ice-cream spoon. It will make it better to eat it with this spoon from my childhood."
I was honored.
I sat on the counter as he spooned a bite of ice-cream into my open mouth. I closed my eyes.
" Tastes a bit like you my Lord." I continued to try different titles on him, trying to see which one stuck.
He held the next bite near his face, as I swooped in to take it, he moved the spoon and kissed me.
" You can put it away now, I actually want to taste you a while now my Clover-man."
" I see." He said as he wiped ice-cream on his mouth.
I moved in to lick his mouth, his tongue met mine, we made out like two kids at a drive in movie.
" Damn you are a good kisser Howle." That was the one I would settle on.
From this night forward, he was known as just Howle to me.
Well sometimes, Mr. Howle. And once," you no good bastard cheater Howle."
I caught him the following month with another woman's perfume wafting around his shirt, he had a long black hair on his shirt, mine was redish blond now. I didn't think he was the cheating kind, I mean we had s*x very frequently.
But the science was all over his clothing. He was not faithful and I was very disturbed by this. Very disturbed.
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