You are mine now and for ever

Untitled Part 7

SETTING: IANS HOME, 2 WEEKS LATER, TIME:9.30 P.M.

Prescilla was admiring her reflection in the full length mirror. The wedding dress was truely made very well, she felt.Ian had been out of town for the last 10 days and he hadnt rung her up to talk after the first day, when he had rung to inform them about his safe arrival. She had wanted to talk to him, hear his voice but  she didnt have roaming and she didnt want to ask aunty Gertie to let her use her phone as doing so would immidiately let aunty know that they hadnt spoken in the entire duration of his absence which would have been very ackward to explain. The house phone was also not put to use as she didnt know the codes required for ringing Bombay and asking any of the helps would really have made her look pretty stupid. She was annoyed with him and after the first few days of annoyance she had lapsed into depression. All her self doubts started coming into her head. A life time of inferiority complex couldnt be rersolved so fast. Aunty had proved quite friendly and even advised her on ways to keep a husband interested in the marriage in her own subtle ways but how much could she talk with aunty, after a while she would get bored though she had tried to hide her boredom. The household work was also bared from her, there were too many servants to accomplish their work efficiently. Visiting her sister Leena, last Thursday suddenly, she saw that Leena had gone off to some remote village to help the storm effected destitutes. Later that evening Leena had come over to meet Prescilla and her time was passed cheerfully. Before leaving though Leena had informed Prescilla that in order to meet her, she would have to check first, since she was involved in a lot of social work along with the local priests. Apart from the mid day swim in their backyard and the occasional markets  with aunty Gertie, she didnt have anything else to do. She was bored and decided that when Ian came back she would speak to him about doing something productive with her life and not sit idle the whole day.Richard had also rung up one day and again apologised for his bad behaviour, asking if they could at least remain friends. As she was about to put on her veil along with the tiera she thought "Why not after all Richard has been a family friend first, that too for so many years, Iam sure he can be trusted,Ill have to talk to Ian about this too , but only after he gets a earful from me for not keeping in touch" "Wow!" she apreciated the total effect of the wedding ensemble, turning this way and that at her reflection. The door burst open with a loud thud and she turned starled eyes towards it, Ian came striding through it in his business suit, his briefcase in one hand while the other hand was in his pocket. He looked as if he had just taken a bath and gotten ready for work rather than being tired after a long flight and days of harried work schedules. "My God!, you scared me, I could have very well had a heart attack. I thought that maybe some..." she squeeked but he strode forward, threw his case on the sette beside their bed and pushed her backwards onto the bed effectively stopping her speech. She was surprised, thinking that maybe Ian had gone stark raving lunatic. Just as she opened her mouth to give voice to her anger, he caught both her ankles roughly and pulled her towards the edge. Her dress rode up her thighs and the fabric bunched under back as well, "IAN WHATS HAPP...Wraping her legs around his waist , he swooped down and crushed his mouth on hers, quickly inserting his tongue into her recessses and tasting her headiness. At the same time, he intertwined their fingers, dragging hers up along with his own and holding them above her head.This dominant and bold Ian had been missed by her. He treated her as his dose of cannabis or crack, unstoppable once he had her in his hands, satiated only when he had infused her into his system. All thoughts flew out of her head, except Ians, his touch was too intoxicating. He trailed kisses down her jaw, down her neck and slowly upto the swell of her breasts above the opening of her dress.His hands had left hers and were progessing up her thighs, parting them more and adjusting his own engorged bulge over her entrance. She pried her mouth away and wailed "Ian Ian, you will ruin my wedding dress,please  ..." "Shut up, Ive rushed through my work for you woman  and all youre worried about is your dress, Ill buy you ten thousand more wedding dresses and marry you each time, so just shut up and show me your love, show me how much youve missed me, just as I had missed you." he growled and bent his head again to capture her lips but she struggled  under him, feeling her desistance he raised his head  and looked at her questioningly. She blushed profusely, perplexing him more. She wondered how a woman was supposed to share such intimate details with anyone. "It isnt a good time ." she said. He looked bewildered, then comprehension dawned. He kept quiet for a long time only staring ar her. She thought that perhaps he hadnt understood and some more explanation was necessary. She opened her mouth to say her piece but he beat her to it "So what!, which day is it?" Now it was her turn to be confused what was he saying, was he suggesting that, which she suspected or maybe something else. What did he mean by "which day", she thought. Then very softly she said "Third" and turned her face to the side as she couldnt face his burning gaze any more, so much was her mortification.He again held her hands, this time at the sides,removing them from between them, which was being used to push him off but to no avail."Look at me,PRESCILLA!...." he commmanded loudly and then when she looked back at his eyes  " I have been longing for you for the past 10 days, feel my need..." he thrust his member against her "  I need you now and I care a fuck for your dress or your periods."  "This isnt natural, it isnt Gods plan or way, we arent supposed to do it during this time. " she cried. "And how the hell do you porport to know Gods way and plan, did you read it somewhere , tell me, all this is inside your head, thats all, you arent willing to give me your all, thats it, isnt it?" She was surprised that he was accusing her of not being giving enough in her love for him when it was the absolut untruth of the century. "OK lets do it, but Iam not too comfortable with this idea." she answered. "Oh! no, little lady Ill never do anything against your wishes, the next time I touch you itll be only when you beg for it or not at all." he let go of her and stood up removing his clothes slowly not breaking his eye contact with her. when he reached his trouser buttons, she gulped her arousal and asked "What are you doing?" "Iam getting ready to go for a swim downstairs and Id suggest that you wear something more comfortable and join me for company if not for actually swimming. " he said.