Playing Husband, Playing Guard

KIER

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This girl had to be joking. What on earth did she think she was doing? “What are you doing?” I asked, and once again, she flinched. Honestly, the number of times she had reacted like that whenever I spoke or got too close was beyond counting.

She turned to face me from her spot on the floor. After tending to her injury and putting a band-aid on it, I carried her to my room, determined to avoid a repeat of the chaos that had previously happened in her room.

That meant saying goodbye to Sofia, the sweet brunette I had wanted to bang today.

As soon as I set her down, she jumped onto the cold, hard floor beside the bed. Who does that? Apparently, she does.

“What are you doing on the floor? Get on the bed,” I instructed, and she stared at me with wide eyes, as if I had just suggested the most absurd thing imaginable. I couldn’t blame her; it was a ridiculous request, even to my own ears. I wasn’t one to share a bed unless I had just fucked them and they had passed out.

But I knew I had to keep an eye on her. Yep, I was playing babysitter now. It was as if she couldn’t do anything without direction, and the mess she had left in her room was proof enough of that.

“I don’t like repeating myself. Get on the bed… now.” At the firmness in my voice, she nodded vigorously, her hair falling over her face as she hurried to the bed. She lay down, but she was so tense, barely taking up any space. She was perched right on the edge, and if she shifted even slightly, she would surely fall off.

“Could you move away from the edge of the bed? I really don’t want to have to pick you up off the floor if you happen to fall.” She nodded without meeting my gaze and shifted a bit further, lying rigidly on her side like a stiff board.

I let out a sigh, running my hand down my face as I watched her for a few moments before pulling out my phone to text my father.

{If you wanted to marry me off, why didn’t you find someone who could take care of herself?} I sent the message and waited. It sat unread for a few minutes until I saw the notification that he had read it.

{Treat that girl well; she’s been through things you can’t even imagine.} His response made my teeth clench. Why was he so determined to make my life miserable?

Just because he was unhappy didn’t mean he had to drag me down with him.

{This doesn’t feel like I have a wife; it feels more like I’ve been given a child to look after.} I sent that off, and he read it but took his time replying. I continued to watch her, noting how tense and rigid she was on the bed. For a moment, I wondered if she was even breathing.

{That’s what marriage is about; take care of her, be a man. You can’t fully manage the company if you neglect your home.} I stared at the message, incredulous. Did he really just send that? I bit my tongue to suppress my thoughts.

I moved over to the lampstand table, noticing her back tense even more. I placed my phone down and began to undress, tossing my shirt and pants into the hamper. I hesitated for a moment about removing my briefs in the room, but then I thought, what was the point of hiding? She would see everything soon enough, especially since her father-in-law expected me to give him a child.

I removed my briefs, and as I turned to face her, she squeezed her eyes shut. I couldn't help but smirk as I glanced down at dick. She ought to be grateful for a husband with my endowment. However, I wasn't planning to fuck her just yet; I wanted her to mature a bit more, to look less like a girl and more like a woman. The thought of being intimate with someone who still seemed so youthful was a major turn-off for me.

I turned and stepped into the bathroom, firmly shutting the door behind me. As I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascaded over my back. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander to thoughts of Sofia's body. Since I had been deprived of a good Fuck, that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy a little self-indulgence.

I envisioned Sofia's full breast as u stroked my member, I imagined pushing my dick between them, those plump lips enveloping the broad mushroom head of my dick. She would teasingly swirl her tongue around my dick hole, then my thoughts went toward the snug, inviting warmth of her pussy. She had a unique way of tightening her pussy wall around my dick, and then, out of nowhere, a different figure emerged behind my closed eyelids.

The image of Genesis appeared in my mind from earlier, as I bathed her, the scars marking her skin, the fear and confusion reflected in her green eyes. Suddenly, my eyes jolted open, glancing down to find my arousal had vanished.

"What the hell," I muttered, a mix of shock and irritation flooding over me.

****

“Get in the car,” I instructed, my voice barely above a whisper as I watched Genesis from behind my sunglasses, holding the passenger door open for her. She tugged at the oversized shirt she wore, trying to shield her legs, and climbed in, my crocs comically large on her feet, nearly causing her to stumble. I let out a sigh of relief and shut the door once she was safely inside, avoiding any mishaps.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, I turned the key in the ignition. As I drove, my eyes kept drifting toward her, the events of last night still swirling in my mind.

What had prompted those screams? And why did I care ?