“Does this mean you forgive me?” I ask almost timidly.
“Keep the cum inside you. Lay back and do as I’ve told you. Don’t let me find out you’re getting rid of it. Ms. P will tell me if you do. Is that understood, bella?”
Confused, I give a small nod.
I’m more or less dismissed after that.
Caelian nudges me off him and gets up to leave the room. He’s barely walked out when there’s a knock on the bedroom door and Ms. Poitier announces herself. I’ve done as he’s asked and laid back against the pillows, keeping my hips raised to trap more of his seed inside me.
She approaches with a sympathetic look on her face.
I’m sure I look a mess with my hair disheveled and crumpled nightgown and the cum leaking from the inside of my thighs.
“I’m guessing Mr. C told you of his newest stipulation?” she asks gently.
“Yes… he did…”
“Good, honey. We’ll start some daily practices that will help you along. Things that should help you conceive. Mr. C had his input as well. You’ll learn more as we go. For now, just lay down for a few minutes… then we’ll wash up.”
I’m not sure how to feel. What to think.
Caelian never said if he’d forgiven me. He refused to answer. He barely kissed me ’til we were climaxing and he lost control of himself.
He left the room immediately after, sparing me no affection or comfort.
My heart twinges at the possibility he hasn’t forgiven me at all…
Over the next few days, my worries are confirmed. Caelian hasn’t forgiven me; he still harbors resentment and bad feelings about what he perceives as a betrayal. Several times I attempt to corner him and explain myself. I beg him to hear what I have to say.
He couldn’t be less interested.
I’m told to leave. I’m escorted away by Ms. Poitier and kept busy so I don’t search for Caelian again.
We no longer have dinner together. I’m told Caelian’s schedule doesn’t allow for it. Instead I sit alone at the long dinner table with enough food to feed every living family member I have. Umberto keeps me company—if you can call it that—standing dutifully on the sidelines and fetching anything he anticipates I need.
My nights are spent in the bedroom Caelian keeps me in until I’m summoned to his room.
When the time comes that I am, I’m escorted to his bedroom for one purpose only.
He takes me roughly. There are no kisses or soft touches.
Caelian is the beast he’s always been, ripping away the nightgowns I wear and throwing me to the bed. He can’t control his hunger for me anymore than I can for him. I meet his fierypassion with a hunger of my own, desperate for any touch from him at all.
Even if there’s no love or tenderness to be felt.
He often fucks me from behind, shoving me down while dragging my hips and butt back. His dick drills so deep he bottoms out, and I scream as stars flash before my eyes. His hands are calloused and his grip bruising, contorting me into different positions.
I’m flipped over and spun around. I’m folded up ’til my legs are pushed back behind my head and I’m shaped like a seashell.
He growls and sinks into my pussy, his thrusts hard and aggressive.
It’s like Caelian has reverted back to his old self. The brute he’d been before we married and he learned how to pleasure me. He doesn’t seem to consider my pleasure at all anymore. He no longer seeks out my clit or eats my pussy with ravenous hunger.
I’m merely there so he can fuck me in various positions, plant his seed, then walk out of the room the moment he’s finished.
Any orgasms I have are from my own hand. My own stimulation or his dick hitting just the right spot before he comes.
They’re smaller orgasms. They’re not buzzing with the excitement and pleasure I used to have.
