ALESSIA
Breathless, I felt Claude exploring my body. His lips and hands moved over my curves, igniting a wild desire within me. I couldn’t help but moan loudly, overwhelmed by pleasure. Each touch fueled my craving for more. When he finally shifted his attention to my navel, anticipation coursed through me.
Meanwhile, Claude skillfully teased my most intimate place, driving me to cry out in ecstasy. Lost in waves of pleasure, I begged for more of his touch.
“Claude!” I screamed, unable to contain my arousal.
“Do you like this?” he asked, met with my enthusiastic yes.
The sensations consumed me, bringing me closer to the edge, desperate for release.
“Please, faster!” I pleaded, my need evident.
A mischievous grin spread across Claude’s face. “As you wish,” he replied.
With increased speed, Claude continued to pleasure me, driving me closer to ecstasy. Overwhelming sensations took over, bringing me to a powerful climax.
Gasping for breath, I looked at Claude as he withdrew his finger. Anticipating him inside me, I was surprised when he teased me with the tip of his member.
“What are you doing?” I asked, confused and desperate for him.
Claude remained silent, teasing me further with his touch.
Once again, I was consumed by pleasure, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through my body.
“Claude, please, I need you!” I cried out, desperate for our union.
“Beg for it,” Claude responded, a wicked smile on his face.
Overcome with desire, I pleaded with him to claim me, but Claude continued to deny me, holding my wrists firmly.
“Claude, please…” My voice trembled with frustration, tears threatening to fall. I struggled against his grip, yearning for him to take me, but he refused to give in to my pleas.
“Please, just claim me!” I begged, my desperation growing with each passing moment.
Claude’s voice was firm, making it clear how possessive and demanding he was: “I want you to say that your body is only mine, that no other man can have you but me, and that you will follow my every command.”
Eager to please, I responded, “Yes, Claude. I’m yours alone. My body belongs to you, and I’ll do whatever you want.”
In a passionate moment, Claude’s desire took over as he entered me. We kissed deeply while he moved rhythmically inside me, heightening our intimate connection.
Overwhelmed by the intensity, I clung tightly to Claude’s neck. After a few moments, he withdrew and quickened his pace, our bodies creating audible sounds as we collided. The force of his thrusts lifted me, but the cushioned headboard prevented any discomfort.
“Go faster, Claude!” I commanded, feeling my climax approaching. I gripped his arms tightly, my nails almost digging into his flesh.
Claude responded with powerful thrusts until he released himself with a loud groan, filling me. Exhausted, he collapsed onto me, panting heavily.
I embraced Claude tightly, despite the weight causing some discomfort. I knew that this was the only way we could connect as a married couple. Even if I felt insignificant outside of these moments, I found some comfort in being important to him during our intimate encounters. I accepted that my body was all he desired, without expecting love in return.
I understood that both Claude and I were responsible for our situation. He had chosen to marry me against his parents’ wishes, and now he had to stand by that decision. I resolved to endure everything because I had allowed myself to fall into this dynamic, placing blame on no one else if I suffered or struggled within our relationship.
I had always known that Claude didn’t genuinely care for me. Therefore, I gave up any hope that he would develop love and appreciation for me. If Claude took care of me, it was solely because he was interested in my body, a duty he had taken on.
I would find contentment in the knowledge that my body was the sole thing of importance to Claude. This would be enough for me to remain with him for now, resisting the urge for further desires that would only bring additional pain.
Even if Claude pursued relationships with other women, I would be grateful that he still returned to me. If the time came when Claude replaced me with someone else, I would find the strength to leave his side. I anticipated the heartache it would cause but resolved to cherish our time together for now. I wouldn’t beg for Claude’s love and care. Just being useful and not completely ignored was enough for me.
My thoughts were interrupted as I felt Claude move. He pulled out of me, leaving his length still moist. Our combined intimacy had soaked the bed sheets. Claude quickly went to the bathroom, while I got up to clean myself and change the sheets.
When Claude came back from the bathroom, it was my turn to clean up. Feeling sticky and uncomfortable, I noticed he was no longer in the room when I returned. The balcony door was open, and I saw him outside on the phone. His voice made me instinctively clutch my chest.
“Haven, I’m sorry. We’ll have to reschedule, alright? I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he said into the phone.
I knew I had to get used to these moments. Choosing to love Claude meant accepting the pain that came with it. Deep down, I understood Claude would never truly love me back, but I still let myself learn how to love Claude. And now, I had to endure.
There was nothing else I could do; I was committed to this path. I would wait until our time together ended. The pain wouldn’t last forever; someday, I would find freedom. Maybe this was the price for my past wrongs, like bullying Nienna and trying to sabotage her relationship with her boyfriend.
I hoped that when we met again, Nienna and Jaime would forgive me for the trouble I caused. Just then, a voice broke my thoughts.
“There you go, Sia! Your bed has arrived!”