My Obedient Wife

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Matteo's POV

I woke up groaning. Looking at my left I found her sleeping. Her even breathing and relaxed face wasn't something I experience when she is awake. She is always alert as she should be and I like it.

"Wake up," I called her leaning to her face and she opened her eyes. I saw how her face got from the relaxed one to the alert one. And, that brought a smile to my face.

"Get up and make a coffee for me…" She blinked twice before nodding her head and got out giving me the view of a perfect slender body. She got up getting her hair in a bun and got out of the bed to pick her robe on the floor. I leaned into my bed seeing how she arouses me even more with my handprints on her ass.

And, recent I liked how she had put on a little weight but I would like her to get only this much. Soon, she was wrapped in the robe and I looked to my left to realize I don't have a phone to use.

I removed the curtains to find the beach peaceful and beautiful. "Well, maybe I should let idiots handle my business without supervision. It will be a test run on how well I have trained my management." Though somewhere back in my mind I knew there will be things delayed because of how incapable people can be without my presence. But I have a beautiful ass and this fresh air and only a fool will not enjoy that. Sliding the window to left I got out. This island was beautiful though this place wasn't designed by me. It attracted me the moment I first lay my eyes on it. This property was the hottest in the market at that time. I was looking at the sea bagels when I heard. "Your coffee,"

I looked at my back to spot a hot cup of coffee. I got it looking back at the shore. And, that made me recall the beautiful island not so long far from Riverland. Taking on the sip I recall how I asked Peter to look into the property but he hasn't gotten back to me at that. I am sure a huge palace can be made there. And, that will have a huge terrace.

"It's a nice morning…how's coffee?" She broke the chain of my thoughts and I nodded, "I am thinking of making a home…it will be my ninth project of any such sort." To my surprise, I didn't yell at her. Maybe this morning was a really calm one.

"Great,…" She chirped and I looked at my back. Her rosy cheeks and thin lips were not enough to move my heart but…well let's say she was a great body. I hold out my hand for her to take and she did take it before taking a step further.

"Well, my favourite one will always be the one in which we live. I was fifteen when I planned it all out. It was my first one too. Nothing else feels like a home."

"What about Italy? I mean…your father stays in the US…and, your grandfather too." She pointed making me recall a very bittersweet memory as to why I moved here. I smirked recalling how it is all in past. And,…I…I am unreachable now…meant for great things.

"I was ten when I decided on living here. And, to why…that shouldn't be your concern." Her smile shrinks for a moment before she looked away.

"You tell me…what's the logic behind loving a man who is never going to accept you as his equal?" She blinked looking at me and her hair started getting all kind of messy when a strong wind passed us.

She pressed her lips and looked at me for a few seconds. "Well, I don't know…I can't answer that…I just thought to adjust because you said you will never divorce me. And…I tried to adjust...the next thing I knew…I kind of like you,"

"Like in what sense…I have never said one good thing about you… then…exactly what you liked about me?" I could tell I was cornering her. I had the last night in my mind where she took my hand to her bosom skyrocketing my carnal instincts.

"I…liked it when you touch me. I didn't use to before…but now it is changed." She said and I looked at her static.

"Now, it sounds convincing. I have been pleasuring you a lot. And, given you are so inexperienced I have to do most of the work…So, you fell seeing how patient I was with your naivety in bed?" My question stirred her. I could see that.

"I only said…I like when you touch me...you were never patient." She said the last line slowly as if thinking to say it or not.

I laughed before shaking my head in denial. I guess I have gotten my answer. "I have been very patient with you…and, about loving my touch…women like you would like anyone's touch. You have gotten used to me. Your body recognizes me. This is what happened. But if you want to think you love me…you are free to dream..."

"I won't like anyone's touch." She said and I hold my cup high before looking at her.

"I am sure that no one before me even touched you…"

"Ever heard of women getting assaulted? I used to take subways all the time. And, then my employer before I got into Mr Lucca's mansion wasn't a great person to hang out with. I know…I won't like just anyone's touch." Her tone got bitter at the end and that was amusing.

"You know what…I like it when you are desperately trying to explain how it is only my touch that you like. It is making me feel so good," I loved how she was taken aback.

"No…I am not doing that…I am telling you that no woman like anyone's touch. It is impossible to even think about…"

"I don't care." I cut her off. "I am only going to process the information I want to use…" I stared at the small pout on her face. Well, that part is always the first thing about her whenever she crosses my mind.

"I was thinking about my home…have you ever liked wanted to make a home. Your thoughts coming out strong enough to stand for years."

She shook her head before whispering, "No…But building a home you think or design sounds exciting." Of course, I was not talking to a multimillionaire. She was a low life who only dreamed to get a rich husband.

I would like to go on hiking. And…you are coming with me." My eyes were on the cliff. I had never walked there but I could tell it will be a great walk especially in weather like this. The sun wasn't harsh, the wind was not strong and there were no grey clouds in the sight but last night's precipitation had made everything greener.

In two hours, after having eaten her hand made cupcakes and pancakes we left for the walk. I was wearing my blue shorts and made her wear a red bikini because that was really her colour.

I remember when I first saw her in curly brown hair. Too common for my liking…but now she was instructed to have straight and blond hair all the time. It suited her well. I wonder what it would be like to have done a lip job on her. I would love to see her in that. She had sunglasses on and man, she could pass for a teenager.

She was young, pretty, and sharp enough to trap me. Sometimes I really wonder if getting rid of her too soon is important. I always enjoy her body. She was already my wife and the way I was succeeding I wonder if there was any woman left in this whole world who would match my status. After getting rid of her it can be very likely that I won't marry even in the next ten years. After that…I don't know…

I recalled how my uncle was courting a widow woman at his late age. I would seem very pitiful doing that in my fifties.

I looked at her. What's so wrong with her except her being having no background and money? I know it was like losing a huge opportunity to marry for connections but how far my dad went marrying Mrs Lucca. Only five years later he crossed her in gross value.

I stared at the fragile woman walking beside me. She knows me…doesn't have any problem if I use other women and we can perform a little surgery on her for thicker eyebrows and lips. I would love to see that…I bet she would look great.

I held her butt to squeeze as we kept walking. "You know what I am thinking right now?" I stopped making her face me.

"What?" She asked. I could tell she was thinking about having sex. She was flustered. Maybe I was having an effect on her.

"I am thinking what it would be like to spend the whole life with you,"

I saw her gulp. I don't know why only now I find a little worry on her face. "Shouldn't you be happy?" I asked and only then she nodded her head a little. I got my hands around her neck and tilted her head to got her close to my mouth.

"I am happy." For a second, I wanted to tell her about the surgery but then the gala is in a week and she will be very scared. The next month seems good. I will ask Peter to contact the best surgeon the moment this gala ends.

I pulled her through her bum and made her feel my morning hardness. I had it the moment I saw her walking out of the bed.

"Then, say thank you," She looked at her left from where we have been coming up.

"No one's here you know that…" I was agitated but got impatient when I found that beauty getting on her knees. She took my shorts off and I sprung out.

"Come on, treat the man who provides for you." I held her head the moment she took me in her sweet mouth. "This tongue is only made for my dick," I moved her head at a perfect pace. She held my legs for support when I picked it faster. Her warm mouth around my stick was something else. I started hitting the back of her throat when I felt her saliva trickling down. A little of my pre-cum got released in her mouth when her hold around my thighs got stronger. She was having a gag reflex when I left her.

I wonder what was so wrong with her. Every other woman in my harem was best in giving oral sex and she would reflex in seconds. She didn't through up but had her face all red. "I am so sorry," She said but the moment was lost.

"Save it…you always do that. Get on your fours…" She was reluctant. I guess because of the outdoor but she followed.

Looking at her ass up high I was ready again and doing it over the rocks was only inciting me more. I pulled the string on her bikini and she was there like an obedient wife should be to take all of me in. I spit on her pussy and got my two fingers in her. "Move over my fingers," I said and found her following.

"Faster and harder!" I screamed making her move faster in turn. "Faster!" I ordered again making her move faster.

"Now, do it when I am in you," I ordered and held her waist. Adjusting my head on her I got all of my meat in her. "Remember…faster and harder and don't you dare to make me regret taking you on this vacation. You get me?" She had started moving already. I could see she was trying to impress me. She was trying to prove she was worth it. I grazed my hands on her pale and soft skin. It was good to feel and convenient to mark.

She got slower when she got off but her walls were sucking me in. She was tight around me. "Move…Julie…move…" My voice was becoming hoarse.

She tried to move while I tried to hold her still. She still managed to stir and I let it all go in her. Turning her around, I looked at her neck. The one I had never left spotless since the day I had married her. Leaning down I bit her shoulder hard. She was still much lifeless with our session from now but winced with her eyes tightly shut.

"Matteo…" She writhed and I was looking at how her face was handling when I kept biting her. Pulling away I looked at the mark I left. It was red and her skin had a little tear.

We sat over the cliff afterwards. I don't know how she could tell that she loves me when I literally bully her all the time. And, I wonder if one could live like this all her life. Pathetic but she was a woman. All they want is riches.

We got back around one in the afternoon and she made me some pasta and Mexican chilli soup. She was good at soup. In fact, better than my chef but if I recall clearly it was after a long time that I was served soup. I never asked for this dish on the menu and so it was never served to me. But here I was out of options. I wasn't given a menu. She was managing whatever she could from whatever she could find in the pantry.

"We will be returning home tomorrow. Excited?" I asked to which she nodded her head without much enthusiasm. Of course, her life was almost the same as it was in the home back.

"What kind of car you used to drive?" I asked making her look at me strangely before she managed. "I didn't have the car for the last two years. Before that, I had my father's pickup truck,"

"Wow…I have never driven any such garbage. But come to think of it…I don't like to drive on my own. I have a driver for that." She offered me a soft smile and I leaned into my chair before announcing.

"Why don't you pick a car for you? And, doing so make sure that it makes the headlines…no budget boundary."

"What?" She asked…of course, she was shocked.

"Let it be, I will ask Peter to guide you. But make sure that you talk there how you are my wife…be a snob...the rest…Peter can deal."

"Can I have my cell phone back?" She asked without a delay and I don't know why I looked in her eyes deeply. Why it seems to me that there was something she was trying to hide. But there was no such of sort things in her phone. I had it backed up thrice. She didn't even have her naked photos in there.

"No…" I replied and noticed a visible defeat.

"Why you want a cell phone when I am talking here for an exotic car for you…you can even order it you know…design how its interiors should be…but I guess I am asking the wrong person. You won't have any experience…Have you seen my car?" I asked with my brows raised.

"Yes," She replied,

"I had it design... but one can tell that you are a woman with no taste and art."

We spend one more night together in that place without any cell phones. Her food or her body were the only things I was provided to work except for having the walk to beautiful views.

I fired the person in charge of this place at the spot when my jet arrived. I had it landed in my residence. I had to go to my office to see if all the things survived without me but first I wanted a shower in my tub.

"I want a bath. Just follow me to the room." I told Julie as we walked through the entrance.

"Hello Matteo," I heard and turn to look at the person I least wanted to see or expected.

"...you two seemed to be enjoying yourself a lot." My dad seemed healthier than I last saw him.

"Julie let it be. Show him a room. It is your guest." She got still for a few seconds before nodding her head and I left them alone.

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