ARRANGE MARRIAGE [PT. 1]

Female's P.O.V~

What kind of women do men like?

Every girl and woman has stumbled upon this question at least once in her life, having no exact answer.

Yet, they try to comply with men's preferences throughout their lives.

But I was different. I did not care about men's inclinations until I was arranged to marry a man I didn't even know.

For the sake of my duty towards my parents, I married that man and kept putting on an act every day: obeying and nurturing him, and trying to fuel our marriage with every means possible.

But nothing seemed enough: having normal sex, being a good wife, and appreciating his leadership.

Nothing worked at all.

It only drove us apart.

Far from each other, that we didn't even prefer to sit in the same room.

Yet, even through this mud, we could not free ourselves from each other, for we were tied by the hands of our duties.

Then, one day, I came across the receipts of his secret. Receipts of his habitual spending on a name that seemed like a movie character. Those entries in his accounts dated before our marriage.

I knew it should not have been a cause of concern since those entries did not follow after our marriage, but the sum was way too large to be ignored.

We fought frequently after that, but I received no answer.

However, I was glad. I was relieved by my doubt. It was my ticket to freedom. Because, after knowing about his affair, there was no way my parents would leave me with him.

But it all turned vague when the factual truth unfolded itself before me after I met the women he frequently visited.

And then it was time to face him.

MALE'S P.O.V~

It was getting black and deeper outside, with a tint of orange in the sky, when I parked my car outside my house, noticing my wife's car parked like always. Everything was just so quiet and warm, yet bleak.

My chest was filled with the same heaviness when I inhaled sharply, tightening my fingers around the steering wheel before I stepped out of my car.

Upon entering my house, I noticed it was quieter than usual, but when has it not been?

I went into the kitchen and poured water into a glass when a sharp and rigid tone broke my dull serenity.

"I want to talk to you," she said, standing as rigid as her tone.

For a second my heart was in my mouth, but I quickly got a hold of myself, and said, "I don't have time for another drama." I did not wish to fight with her, which had become our habit.

I placed the glass on the kitchen counter and took a few steps toward my office when she growled and froze my feet on the floor. "I said, I want to talk! And you're going to listen."

She did not seem like her usual self at all. There was a particular darkness in her usually doe eyes. A shade of black I had never seen in anyone's eyes before.

'What's happened to her?'

Her unusual demeanor further hypnotized me and guided me before her.

"I found out about your little secret." She spoke, monotone.

There was no way she would have found out about it. That's what I thought.

"Why are you so quiet?" Her tone taunted me as she stepped closer to me, the sound of her heel sharper than the fear of being caught in my chest.

"What are you talking about? What secret" I could not let my guard down. What if she was talking about something else? I could not reveal my secret.

"So, you're still going to act like this?" Suddenly she pushed me onto the couch and threw a black card onto my chest, adding, "Did your dominatrix teach you how to act as well?"

I did not even have to look at the card when she blurted that question. She had found out.

"F/N. You're thinking wrong. I'm, I am a normal man." I stuttered, standing up. "I am not submissive."

For a second she remained poised and then cupped my cheek, her dark eyes just staring at me, hysterical.

Why was she acting like that? My soul was already ripping out of my body.

"So, you're normal?" She questioned, caressing my cheek.

I felt my body numbing with my cheek burning up. She was acting so differently. Her touch was different, everything about her was different.

"Yes." I nodded at her question, struggling to keep my eyes open.

"Are you sure?" Suddenly she spun me around and slipped her hand onto my waist, her other hand caressing my neck and cheek.

What was happening? It was as if she had snapped my head in two.

Female's P.O.V~

His body was heaving, more swiftly than I had expected, but as expected he was also trying to remain poise.

How dare he remain poise when I was losing my mind?

"You know, I have a secret as well," I whispered in his ear, and removed his jacket, unbuckling his pants, while he strived to stop.

"I find men like you tasty." As soon as those words escaped my lips, he sharply spun his head back and looked at me with astonished eyes.

"You seem surprised." I chuckled and slipped his pants down to his knees. "You're not the only one who can act," I added and slipped my hand into his underwear.

He had become compliant now and hard inside his underwear. The stricture he was portraying was gone into thin air.

"I was going to use your affair as my escape card, but I had to change my mind when I found out my husband is just the man I've been looking for." I instantly began jerking his cock after those words, kissing his neck with tenderness.

He instantly began whimpering and twitching, his hidden but true nature coming out like popping colors.

"I have been acting all this time, just like you. You don't know how hard it was for me to act like that when I wanted to show you your place so many times." His sweet whimpers grew heavy and loud at my words, his dick swelling and twitching in my hand.

I could feel his excitement and his longing to be his true self, that he had been hiding for so long.

"Nothing would have gone wrong if you had just told me the truth." I planted my lips on his neck, letting the raw taste of his skin sink into my being.

I had never felt this way with him, never had I ever wanted to devour him like that. Every touch, every sound, and every action was riling me up.

"I could not do it. I - I wanted to be a good husband." He whimpered and shivered, while I felt a slimy liquid ooze out from his dick.

"I can't help but adore you more," I added and bit his neck, jerking him faster and harder.

"We're going to be so happy together now," I added, watching his hands jitter on the couch and feeling his dick swell even more.

His body was getting restless, his breaths pacing at the speed of lightning while he was moaning so loudly, as if he was drowning in pleasure.

"Right?" I questioned, jerking his dick and watching my husband turn into a perfect sub of my dreams.

He spun his head back, his eyes roaming on the grounds of pleasure, his face portraying an unfamiliar sight I'd never seen before.

"I'll do anything to make you happy." He whimpered and begged, "Please kiss me!"

I felt my heart boom out of my chest at that moment, my head numbing and my body tingling with goosebumps.

'Why did he have to hide this truth? Why did he do that to me? He left me scarce of this delicacy.'

'But I was also a partner in this crime. It was my fault for not having seen his truth or spoken mine.'

I instantly planted my lips on his, felt his body shuddering, his lips growling into my mouth.

He was reaching closer to orgasm. I could tell by the way his body was begging for it and swiftly his body grasped its need, his dick shooting the suppressed and collected load inside him.

"Good boy," I whispered in between his lips and grasped his cheek, soothing his quivering body in my tight grasp while I jerked every last seed out of his dick.

"Thank you!" He moaned and kept repeating. I could tell he had been dying to hear those words.

"You've soiled my hand completely," I said and settled him onto the couch.

"I'm sorry." He quickly apologized, panic ruining his tone as well as his need to relax. "I'll clean it up right now." He was about to get up when I yanked him back onto the couch and pulled him in my arms, wiping my hand onto my dress.

"Just stay here," I whispered as I kissed his neck, caressing his hair and body. "I finally have a husband of my dreams." He snuck his face into my neck, hugging me tightly with words of sweet affection. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

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END OF THE PART 1.

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