HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

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His naughty fingers now opened one by one my shirt buttons on the back, I tried to refuse, clasping his hands many times, but he still forced.

After all the buttons came off, he hugged me from behind, flicked my hair forward, then kissed me on the nape of my neck many times, I felt his breath more warmly hunting, his fingers began to feel my pain, I felt my chest, playing it naughty.

"We're at papa's house, you want to do it right now, Honey?"

"Of course, whenever and wherever I don't care."

"Can you hold back that craving for a moment while I pee?"

"Huh, there's-there's just. Yeah, don't be long."

Mr. Arga took his hand off my body, while I was just wearing underwear walking towards the bathroom.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ...

The sound of the door on tap surprised me, I immediately ran into the bathroom before that person opened it, bad! I could get caught if I wanted something to do.

After I entered the bathroom, I heard Mr. Arga open the door, it seemed like my father-in-law was coming, a hoarse and heavy voice typical of him.

After I had finished urinating, I peeked first from inside the bathroom, making sure there was no one else there other than my husband, Mr. Arga. Because I don't wear clothes, and I don't bring towels in the bathroom.

"Who, Honey?" ask me while taking a towel located at the end of the mattress.

"Father," he answered.

"Well, I'll take a shower, yeah."

"Why take a shower, we haven't done it yet" protested Mr. Arga.

Basic men, once asked, can never be if delayed.

"But, shouldn't we go see papa?"

"Place a little, this will not be long, after that we will meet papa," he said with a face as clear as a cat who asked to be loved

"You promise? just for a second?"

"Promise, only one fight." He smiled, revealing his row of neat teeth.

I finally fulfilled my duty as a wife, serving my husband's wishes whenever and wherever.

Half an hour passed, the man was still busy channeling his passion, repeatedly repeating activities that were exciting for him. I never mind, it's just that sometimes I'm overwhelmed to match his never-ending power.

Almost an hour passed, the fierce battle was over, the two camps had reached their respective peaks, laying down their bodies on the mattress while hugging each other for a while, adjusting their breaths frenziedly, relaxes muscles that have been tightened for an hour.

After that, I left Mr. Arga who was now closed, I grabbed a blanket to cover his body that was plastered with real clothes. I decided to take a bath first, the body sticky because the sweat that flooded the entire body made me not feel at home for long on the mattress.

After taking a bath, I saw Mr. Arga still sleeping very fast, he must be very tired of working hard before this, working hard to grow crops in my womb.

I decided to leave it for a while, I walked up the stairs, I saw my father reading a book with a cup of coffee sitting in the living room alone.

"Papa" I said to the man.

"Oh, son Sabrina. Why not rest?" asked papa, I kissed the back of the man's hand and then sat on the chair across the table, not nice to sit right next to him.

"Sabrina's not tired, Pa. Mr. Arga is sleeping at the moment" I said.

"Arga always complained tired when coming to this house, maybe because of his long journey," said papa and then sipped a cup of coffee in front of him.

"Are you coming to your mother-in-law's grave tomorrow, Sabrina?" ask papa, I was confused, I did not know at all about the story of my mother-in-law, it turns out she was dead.

"Emm, yes, Pa."

"You go with papa, because Arga will never come" he continued.

"What's the matter, Pa? why didn't Mr Arga come?"

"Did your husband never tell you?" ask papa, I just kept quiet and didn't answer.

"Hmm, Arga has always been so, she covers her pain from others, she keeps everything to herself."

I gasped, surprised and felt strange. Various questions floated in my head, a considerable curiosity arose, what happened to Mr. Arga that made him not want to visit his mother's grave, and what pain did papa mean.

"Not to be thought of, son. One day Arga will tell you everything, he's just not ready, trust me," he continued. Now the man moved from his seat.

"Papa's going to go to the room for a minute, son. We'll meet later at dinner."

"Alright, Pa." I said, I finally entered the room again, to meet Mr. Arga.

As he entered the room, Mr. Arga was still comfortable under the blanket, he hugged the bolster to his left, I approached, lying down beside him.

For some reason, Mr. Arga never told her his personal matters concerning her mother, she was like hiding something. Could it be that he doesn't fully trust me yet?

Staring at his face while he was asleep was the thing that made me calm, that handsome face seemed to bewitch my eyes to never stop looking at him, his eyebrows were thick black but neat, that sharp nose was adding to his good looks, her lower lip was split, maybe the term is called broken coffee, amazing.

I stroked the cheek of the man before me gently, touched his wet lips, then kissed him at a glance. I would not be able to bear to see the lips were left idle, as if he was waving to be pampered.

Suddenly Mr. Arga threw down the roll that he hugged, then brought himself closer to me, changing to make me a bolster that was more comfortable for him.

"What satisfaction?"

"Happy enjoying my body, why are you still bothering me to sleep?"

"I'm not interrupting, I want to accompany you to sleep" I replied.

"With me to sleep? but why fumble my face and kiss me?"

"I ...."

"You what? want to continue round two?"

You're actually why the hell, why is it in your brain that's all, is there nothing else you can think of?

Is not a caress and a kiss can also mean affection and love?

Why is your mind only what is true.

"No, just go to sleep, Honey. I'm going to the kitchen for a second" I said shifted.

"Would you like to go to the kitchen?"

"I'm thirsty, I want a drink."

"You can call the waiter."

"I'll just go to the kitchen" I said and let go of the man's embrace.

"Are you really thirsty or avoiding me taking our second round?" mr. Arga tightened his embrace more.

"Both, I'm thirsty and I'm a little shy" I said honestly.

"You are evil, dear," said Mr. Arga, kissing all over my face, lips, nose, eyes, forehead, cheeks, everything, nothing was missed.

"Go, go to the kitchen. I'm going to take a shower for a while" continued Mr. Arga after my entire face was almost wet with his drool sticking up.

"Do you want anything?" ask before you really get out of the room.

"I want, warm chocolate. That's also if there is," he answered while wrapping a towel covering the bottom.

"Alright, I'll ask the waiter."

I walked through this big house alone, confused to find a kitchen location that I did not know at all. Not a single servant did anything or just sat in the middle room chairs, very quiet.

I went down the stairs, searched again, and met a male servant who welcomed me and Mr. Arga this afternoon. He was sitting on a wooden chair in the corner writing something in the book he was holding.

"Excuse me, Sir. I'm going to the kitchen, which way, huh?"

"Miss wants something? I will provide it, please say what the lady wants," said the maid politely, standing up and nodding.

"Mr Arga wants warm chocolate, can I have two glasses for us?" my door.

"Young master wants warm chocolate?" The man who was about in his forties frowned, as if he did not believe the request of Mr. Arga.

"For a long time the young master did not want to drink warm chocolate, nor did we provide it after ..." the man's speech stopped.

"After what, sir?"

"Ah, no need to think about it, miss. I'll go to the supermarket for a while, I'll buy some chocolate powder first, lady can wait for him in the room" the man continued.

"alright, Sir. Thanks, sorry for the trouble."

"It's okay, Miss. It was my duty to serve miss," he said, nodding back, the man smilingly revealing a fine frown on his face.

I returned to the room with growing curiosity, there were so many things I did not know about Mr. Arga.

Our marriage was almost a year old, but the man I called my husband had not really opened up about his life, I don't know what was wrong with me so he didn't trust me as his listener.

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