Undefiled Queen

Merlyn’s POV

“Stephen?” Forgetting all the anger and fights between us my eyes watered staring at his handicapped form. At that moment I promised myself, by hook or by crook, using all my physiotherapist techniques, I will see this man stand on his legs like before.

I ran to him and knelt between his legs with my eyes tearing up at him wordless.

He stared back at me blankly concealing his emotions and looked besides. There was an unsaid communication between them and everyone in the room including the driver and his secretary left us to have our privacy.

I ran my hands gingerly on his knees fearful as if my touch would pain him and broke into a loud sob.

“Don’t cry.” His voice held pain as he rose me up, cleaning the tears from my eyes and putting me in his lap.

His embrace felt so warm and cozy. It felt home. I circled my arms around him and laid my head on his chest to feel the soft beat of his heart. He took me in, allowed me to ease off and I started confessing the ache of our separation in untold cries.

My whimpers refused to stop but went louder and he couldn’t stand me breaking. Thus he sealed my cries with his lips. Our tongues danced with each other like two fishes playing in water claiming for domination from the other.

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My moans were ceaseless as he kissed me deeper and stronger in a feral edge like a lion feasting on its prey.

My hands went caressing his stubble filled cheeks enjoying the brittleness of his skin under my soft palms and his arms went around my waist situating me in place to turn the kiss more cavernous.

I could hear his groans going more profound as his kisses took an intense turn. He bit the bottom of my lip and ran wet kisses from my lip passing through my throat to reach my collar bone.

I realized how much I missed his kisses, his caresses and his love as his hands traveled every leap and valley of my body turning me feverish.

“Get me those crutches.” He asked me breathlessly and pressed a button on the remote. I saw the door had gone locked. He stood up using the crutches and my heart ached for his pain. The man who I saw a couple of years ago, mighty and powerful, tall, more than 6 feet and five inches couldn’t stand today on his legs without support.

I leapt my eyes continuously to restrain the wetness forming in them. But I knew he saw me, could read me like the back of his palm but refused to acknowledge. He directed me to the couch pulling the zipper down off his pants.

I did not contradict him. I needed this, we needed this. It had been a long time. If he was burning with desire for me, so was I for him.

He released my pants following my panties and then took me on the couch going deep inside me. I released a sigh I did not know I was holding and felt myself complete looking into his eyes.

He unbuttoned the buttons of my top while continuing to bonk me, and released the open view of my bra covered chest.

His hands went behind and undid the hooks of my bra. “This is the place I wish to stay for a really long time.” He breathed on my naked breast and my nipples turned into pebbles in titillation. He pinched one of them and sucked on the other.

A low long fragmenting moan went out of me. I raised my upper body pushing my bristols more into his mouth.

The tip of his tongue caressed my bud and my mewls turned louder. I fisted his shirt pulling him more into me.

“This is sheer partiality. While I’m fully naked here, you are completely covered there.” I said and kissed him again inflamed, with my tongue moving to every nook and corner of his mouth.

“Oh yeah? Then who is stopping you to allow me to be covered, my Flower?” The endearment felt like music to my ears. It has been so long since I could hear him call me by the name.

I quickly undid his pants and removed his tie followed by his shirt while he continued to penetrate in and out of me.

“Fuck, this feels so wonderful.” His muscles were bulging out of his arms situated on either side of my head.

I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling as my hands caressed the thick mane covering his chest and his robust arms.

“Oh my God, I’m coming, Stephen.” I screeched almost reaching the height of my first orgasm after a really long gap of two years.

“You’re most welcome, my Flower. I would be delighted to make you come.” Stephen responded and seconds later I was in seventh heaven.

My body drizzled with pleasure and splintered into bits shaking like a damn slimming machine while he continued to rock me to the threshold of heaven.

His insertions turned deeper, stronger and faster by each passing stroke and soon he was too close to a nirvana. A low groan left out of him and with a final deep insertion he shook and stilled on top of me filling me up with his seeds.

“That was simply superb.” I earmarked it. He kissed my lips and smiled. “Indeed it is!”

I helped him stand back with his crutches and covered myself back in my clothes. He did the same.

After we were seated before each other, I asked him. “Why did you call yourself Bernard?”

He chuckled. “It’s a pity, both of us grew up in the same small town and our fathers were once upon a time best friends yet you did not know my full name. I am Bernard Stephen Collomen.”

I stared at him blank for many long seconds until I could process the information he just gave me. Was I so much in darkness that I didn’t even know his full name? Now I understand why I felt the name Bernard familiar. It was the name with which his parents and my parents used to call him when he was young.

“Why did you keep me on house arrest, unrevealing yourself and refusing to even allow me to call my parents?” I had to clarify all the confusion between us by any means.

His features felt like he had answers for everything like he was waiting for the argument to start between us.

“Just taking away your phone from you made you feel like I was controlling your freedom and depriving you of your rights. You hid my child from me for more than two years. Don’t you think you were depriving our child of her father’s affection? Didn’t you think you were depriving me of my rights on parenting my child? Merlyn, divorce may happen between husband and wife not between a father and child.”

Those words of his cut me deep in my throat. The tears which stopped from my eyes hitherto, now ran amok. I was stunned, he already found out about Abby’s birth secret so fast. Nevertheless I was the one to confess to him I have a daughter and it is obvious he might have ordered a background check on her.

“I wanted to stay away from you. I was frightened, if you come to know about her, you will take her away from me. I did not know you would accept her so fast without any questions.”

He was back with his dominance and attitude, the side which I feared the most about him. “Didn’t you think, you should at least inform me about her? Accepting her as mine or not is my choice. You cannot exercise my rights on my behalf. I can take Abby away from you even now. How dare you hide my daughter from me? You can go to the highest court and fight for her but still she will be mine. I challenge you if you could win against me.” He threatened.

“Please do not be so rigid with me. I’m your wife. Abby is still an infant, she requires a mother’s affection as much as she requires a father’s protection.” I pleaded with him.

“Oh, you remember, you’re my wife?” How could you fill the application with marriage to another man when you are already my wife? You did not know it was me before you filled up the application?” He was in full mood ready to pick up an altercation with me.

I wiped my tears. There was no way but to clear this misunderstanding. “Stephen, we have finished the contract term of our marriage last month. I thought if I was chosen for this contract, I would apply for a divorce because saving my uncle is very important for me. He became my father whom I lost, and brought me up like his own child even when we don’t have a blood relationship.” I called breathless, already submerged in pressure. I hope I do not await a panic attack here.

“Are you okay?” Concern awakened his features at once. “Flower? Are you alright?” He asked me again this time stressed and took me back to his chest. Probably he guessed it, I was going to have an anxiety attack. It happened earlier too when we were together. Stephen can read me like an open book. Sometimes its like a blessing and at times a curse.

“Everything is alright. We are not going to discuss this matter anymore.” He began to run his hands on my back soothingly, kissing my cheeks and saying sweet nothings.

But I was a stubborn woman. I will not accept on any day that it is my mistake. After I recollected my breathe, I said “anyways you do not have any right to blame me. Because both of us are sailing on the same boat. You’re as much married to me as I am to you. How could you think of remarriage?” I did not falter on my steps to pull out points against him.

He gave out a sarcastic grin. “Maybe my hands were tied up as much as yours? My grandfather wrote in his will, I will be deprived of the Collomen’s heirloom unless I marry and beget a child to carry our business to future generations. I have worked night and day for this business, invested my flesh and blood on it and built this vast empire from a small pin to a giant machinery. I could not allow my decades long hard work to go into the hands of the undeserving. My only intention for marriage was not companionship but a child. As soon as I got my child, I would have divorced the lady. Thus it is clearly stated in the advertisement – women with the best fertility will be preferred. But then I saw your name in the list of applications. I was worried and needed to find out what was the trouble that had landed you here.”

I was pleased to find out the real reason behind his intention. But there were some questions which were still hazy and I had to clear them to avoid future misunderstandings. “If this is the case, where and why did you get my signatures?”

An all powerful and controlling smile hit his brims. “That was a treaty signed between you and me that you can no more move away from me. No divorce. Forever. Do you understand?” His eyebrows played with self-conceit.

“I am and will be your husband till our hairs turn gray. So Mrs Merlyn Collomen, you are tied with me forever with that contract. And I can use you the way I want for the rest of our lives.” He pulled me towards him and kissed me walloping his tongue into my mouth occupying all the recesses like a man hungry for ages.

We only parted for breath and he started kissing me again letting us to the round two of sex make.

Were more challenges awaiting Stephen and Merlyn’s life or there is soon going to be a happy ending?