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~ "I guess this means you like the new look." Ariadne giggled as her husband's breath hungrily nipped her neck and ears. She tried not to mess up her lipstick as her teeth wanted to bite her lip. Arthur's kiss on her earlobe, making her body respond as if waking up from a long sleep.
"I like it." He murmured into he ear as she squirmed against him.
"Arthur." She said sternly as her felt up her body. His strong hands taking possession of her breasts.
"Arthur." She said more forcefully pushing him away.
He was so much stronger then her, his body hard and immovable. Yet, he allowed her to move him off. His eyes sparking with a dangerous fire.
"You have to get dressed. Remember?" She said calmly. She kept her hand on his chest. Forcing the Point Man to keep his distance. "Your taking me out tonight." She said hopefully.
He looked so angry. Like he wasn't her husband at all. But her makeup, her dress and hair made her feel oddly powerful. Like a seductress who could tease and torment a man. One who could control even the Point Man with a simple look.
"No, we can stay home." He whispered. His voice a heavy growl.
"No." She said more forcefully. As if she were talking to Darcy or one of the other children. "You need to get dressed. Were going out." She told him. Making sure to wet her lips slightly.
Arthur looked ready to devour her. To pull her kicking and screaming to their bed and ravish her all night.
"Go get dressed." She said soothingly. "Go on."
~ Reluctantly, Arthur turned away from her. She looked so different, and yet, she was his wife. She was the woman he married, the woman who gave birth to his son. Yet she was in a stunning black dress with thin straps holding it up and a plunging neckline that showed the curves of her breasts in a way he was scared have other people see.
He went into his closet and looked over one of the three tuxedos he owned. It was always handy to have your own formal wear. He had them made especially for him and each one was slightly different and elegant.
He chose the black coat with a bow tie. Swiftly placing on the cufflinks his wife had got him to wear on their wedding day. He tried to push the thought out of his mind how appealing the woman in his bedroom looked just now.
'She's mine.' He thought greedily as his eyes caught the wedding band on his ring finger. 'She's all for me.'
He felt giddy with excitement. As he finished dressing, he went to the safe hidden in his closet and took out a heavy, wooden box. It looked like an old fashioned cigar box, only smaller. Inside was lined in soft black velvet and tucked safely inside that, was Ariadne's birthday present.
~ She had to remind herself to breath as she smoothed out her dress. Her panties were uncomfortable and she couldn't decide if they were too big or too small. They kept slipping and sliding off her hips and annoying her. She wasn't used to these barely there things Sadie insisted she wear.
"I was going to save this for dinner." Arthur was saying as he came out of their closet. "But I think, I want to see it on you now." He said moving behind her and kissing her bare shoulder.
She looked up at her own reflection in her vanity and saw her handsome husband. She was proud of him. They way he looked in her favorite tux. She was happy to see that she looked like she belonged with him now. No longer the frumpy house wife with they young kids pulling on her.
"What's this?" She asked not able to stop the smile that took over her face as he delicately placed a wooden box on her lap.
"Open it." He ordered as his hands went to her shoulders. His lips in her hair.
She felt nervous about opening what must be her birthday gift. Arthur was always very careful about gifts for her. He took his time with them and they were always unique and special. He denied her nothing, but when he gave her something without asking, it was truly special.
"Oh my God." Ariadne whispered as the black velvet made her eyes go to the stunning necklace resting there.
Diamonds. Not very large but brilliant none the less. They were set in a linking chain. None of them more pronounced then the other. They were set and linked in a heavy platinum and at a casual glance, the necklace looked like an ordinary silver chain.
"Arthur." She said running a hand over what must have been millions of dollars worth of gems.
"You don't like it?" He asked.
"Arthur, it's too much." She breathed, feeling dizzy.
"No it's not." He told her curtly. He pulled the necklace rudely from the velvet bedding and his warm hands were on her neck. The coldness of the platinum lacing around her neck. Cooling her hot skin. The heavy gems weighing her down.
"I didn't get you anything when Dominic was born. I'm sorry." He whispered. "My wife, the woman who gave birth to my child, she needs something special."
Ariadne found if difficult to breath as her husband nimbly clasped the back. The necklace sat beautifully on her neck. Not too garish or opulent looking. It went perfectly with her black dress. Only the flash of the diamonds as they hit the light, the weight of it, let her know the necklace was not just any piece of jewelry.
"It's... It's too much." She said putting her hand over it. Praying it would stay in place and she wouldn't lose it. She wasn't used to wearing jewelry. Her heavy silver bangle bracelet and blue sapphire engagement ring, both given to her by Arthur, were her only adornments. The bracelet she never took off, not even in the shower and loved it's secret message she shared with no one.
"Do you like it?" He asked kissing her neck again. She felt her legs separate and her breathing pick up. Her body stirring to life as she fought back tears.
"I love it." She whispered.
Arthur's hands were on her leg. Wanting to travel up her dress as he was kissing he neck.
"You look so beautiful." He growled into her ear. "Let's go to bed."
"No." The seductress whispered. "You have to take me out. You need to behave yourself."
"No." Arthur whined almost childlike. A child not getting what he wanted.
The seductress kissed him carefully and then abandoned him. Leaving the poor man sitting there, his body starving for her.
"Come on, Arthur." She said pulling on a blood red wrap. Covering the pale skin and expensive necklace.
The Point Man was breathing hard as he looked over his wife. She only faintly resembled the pretty lady who met him at the door each evening with his son in her arms and dinner waiting. Kissing him on the cheek and asking about his day.
'Is it considered cheating to want this woman?' He thought as he wanted to pull this strange beauty onto the bed he shared with his wife and ravish her.
"Arthur." The seductress said. Her voice commanding as he found himself standing to do just that. His need hurting and wanting to take control.
"It's time to go." She said breaking his control and making it hers.