Undefiled Queen

Stephen Pov

I was dumped with work and all the files pinned up in my table.  The only thing I want now is my wife in my arms.  Thinking about her, I dialed my center in charge at Dubai to find out about everything going around.  He went anxious and told me that Merlyn wanted to submit a resignation.  I gave him a hubristic smile.  I knew about this. ‘So Mr Shabbir, didn’t you show her the contract she signed?”  ‘Yes sir, she felt unhappy and left to her cabin” was his stoical reply.  I felt disconsolate and raked my hands through my thick hair.  I had no other way out to retain her.  If I let her out, thinking about her safety, I would not be able to sleep peacefully at night.

After discussing a few other things regarding the progress of my company, he informed me that one of the employees over the branch wants to invite me to her birthday party.  Generally I do not accept any invitations of my employees as I feel, going personal hampers business relations.  But this case was different.  I need to keep an eye over my childish wife.  I came to know from Mr Shabbir that she is going to attend the party.  I know very well what these kinds of parties hold for girls like her. They are very dangerous. I alerted her not to go but Alas, she is the personification of stubbornness.

I sighed, rubbing my forehead. My wife is always ready to kick my nerves out.  It was almost 8. 00 pm and I was still immersed in work at my study room in the house when my phone rang.  It was from her security.  I picked the call immediately after the first ring when I heard the news which made my face drain out of blood.  ‘Sir somebody spiked her drink and he is trying to pull her into a suit”

I ran furious within a matter of seconds. ‘He took her to a suite? What are you doing there, baking cakes? And why are you here talking rubbish to me?” I commanded, with rage claiming its territory over me.  ‘Barge into him and take control.” I snarled with claimed indignation, I was running out of control and becoming restless. I want to hit something hard, breaking it into pieces.  My hands turned into strong fists and became bloodless out of rage.  I made a series of phone calls to alert the police and doubled her security within minutes.  Becoming anxious I lit a cigarette and waited for the obvious second call wriggling the phone in my hands.  Within a few minutes I picked the call from her security swiftly for which I was waiting for and my nerves calmed down. ‘Sir we have him and she is safe.”

I paced in my living room uncontrollably with a thumping heart waiting for my stubborn little wife to arrive.  After a few minutes the doorbell rang and I squirmed to the door completely agitated.  After making a glance at her, I thanked the security and closed the door breathing out with a sigh of repose.  I called her uncle informing him about her so that her family wouldn’t start worrying.

I held her in my arms protectively.  After kissing her cheeks, I scooped her up in my arms and got to the bedroom.  I freed her out of the awful dress she was wearing and took her to the bathroom to give her a warm shower.  My hands stayed for a little more time than necessary on her soft bosom. I scrubbed her body and couldn’t stop my physical urges to repeatedly touch her nectar bed. Immediately my friend went alert.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

While I fingered her, I satisfied my own carnal requirements. She kept moaning my name even in her drugged state which added fuel to the fire. After a long time it was an earth shattering orgasm I experienced.

After I was fully satiated under the shower with her, I blow dried her hair, holding her to my chest, I applied medicine to all the injured areas over her body cursing the fucker who caused the pain and covered her up with one of my dress shirts.  I placed her head over my arm allowing us a warm embrace.  I pulled her to me as close as possible.  I want to feel her every moment and assure myself, she is safe. After making sure that she is sleeping comfortably I pulled the duvet over us.  I switched on the night lamp seated on the bed post and closed my eyes with relief.

Merlyn’s Pov

I fluttered my eyes open to the rays of sunlight which were beaming across the window.  I wondered at the beauty of the room.  It screamed expensive.  Probably the boss of the two men in black uniforms was rich.  I looked at the costly furniture and around the room just when there was an overwhelming feeling to puke within me.  I rushed to the washroom and emptied the contents of yesterday night into the sink.  My drink was spiked and I understood I am still yet to get over it.

I looked around the room and lay appalled at the huge wedding picture of me and my husband hung on one of the walls of the bedroom.  I was smiling at the camera and my husband was looking adoringly towards me.  I wondered why this kidnapper of mine held our wedding picture.

When I was about to pull myself out of the bed, to have a better look at the picture hung on the wall, my eyes glanced down at my body and I found out I was no more in yesterday night’s dress I had put on.  I was dressed in one of the dress shirts of probably the person who kidnapped me but the familiar scent it carried, somehow brought indiscreet feelings within me.  Panic laced my thoughts when I looked at the way I was dressed.   Dreaded feelings began to creep within me.  I searched the nearby closet to find a presentable dress that I could wear but there were no women’s wear found.   Just then there was a knock at the door and a middle aged lady came in. She was holding a dress in her hands.   She smiled at me warmly and gave me the dress to wear.  Tears welled up my eyes acknowledging my miserable state.   She comforted me saying that her boss was not a bad man.  I can negotiate with him and ease myself.

To present myself better I went to the washroom, did my daily routine and dressed myself in the clothes brought by the lady.  I was surprised the dress also had inners which were exactly of my size and the tears which threatened to come previously formed their way.  I was probably raped.  I sobbed silently.  I should have listened to him.  What he said was the truth.

My life became a disaster.  I wailed and walked down the stairs.  The house was completely silent and the lady who came to give me the dress was no longer seen.  I looked around the silent walls of the house and noticed more pictures of me and my husband.  Most of them were our honeymoon pictures.  Curiosity raised in my thoughts furthermore along with agitation.

As I was deeper into the house, I heard hushed sounds in one of the corner rooms.  I walked tiptoeing, so that nobody noticed me and peeped through the slightly open door.  I gaped wide, and my face became red as good as a tomato.  Stephen’s back was towards me.  I was angry and at the same time relieved. Angry for he wouldn’t stop chasing me and relieved because now I know I was not raped.

He was wearing a white polo shirt and black sweatpants.  His hair was messy as though he raked hands through it several times.  He was holding a file in one of the hands flipping through the pages of it and with the other he was holding his phone with a cigarette between his fingers.   He was talking to somebody with reigning anger all over his face when suddenly he yelled at the person on the other end ‘because she is my wife.   Damn it!”

I jumped on my tracks looking at the fury of my husband and glanced at him with my jaw wide open.  I was looking down, twiddling my fingers when I heard him say ‘are you going to stand there all day long or will you come in?” His back was still facing me.  I guess he has eyes all over his body.

I raised my head slightly with terror so that his chiseled picture came to view and taking slow steps I sat in one of the chairs across the table.  After looking at me for a few seconds he nipped the cigarette into the ashtray and pointed a finger at me, he spoke with anguish ‘do you have any idea of what I went through yesterday night?  I told you not to go to that terrible party.  But you are so adamant, you never listen.”

I looked at him giving him my puppy eyes in view of telling him that I am sorry but he spoke again signaling me through his eyes ‘do not look at me like that.  I am not going to get carried away with those big blue eyes this time.  Do you have any abstraction of what would have happened to you if the security was not on time?”  He continued giving me lectures for the next half an hour.  I rose from my chair and mumbled ‘I am sorry” with tears brimming down my eyes.

When he caught me tearing, he looked at me remorsefully.  He came closer to me and cupped my cheeks raising my head so that I can look at him and spoke ‘Flower, I am sorry if I had hurt you it’s just that …” he trailed off  with guilt hitting his face ‘I am going to kill that bastard.”  He declared with an ultimatum and kissed my lips.

Both his hands were cupping my cheeks tenderly.  He angled his face and his lips were slowly brushing mine.  Both our chests collided with each other radiating extreme heat which amazingly calmed my senses.  His kiss was not the lustful kiss which I experienced earlier but the one which held extreme passion.  It was the kiss which was saying ‘I miss you, I love you and I cannot live without you.”  It was then, I realized I can never stop loving my husband.  I was born only for him and he was for me.  My knees became weak from the realization that hit me and I went numb.

But he held me tighter.  His hands slowly moved to my waist in order to hold me firm and he pressed me to his chest when there was a sudden flash of pain. I flinched a bit and he immediately understood my discomfort.  He released my lips from his and asked me surprised but softly ‘what happened?” I bent my head down and bit my lower lip to arrest the crick that was about to cover my face and mumbled ‘I feel pain on my left breast.”  He cursed under his breath and scooped me up in his arms.

He climbed the steps with me in his arms effortlessly as though I weighed only a feather and made me sit on the bed.  After placing me down, he glanced at me for a while and said ‘Sit.  I will just come” and went to the washroom.  After a few seconds he came out with a first aid box in his hands.

He swiftly unbuttoned my top and pulled it off my body followed by my bra.  He sat beside me at one of the sides of the bed and started applying some kind of ointment on all my bruised areas.  When he brought his fingers to the injured parts of my breasts I winced with pain.  He stilled for a moment looking deeply into my eyes searching for any kind of further discomfort and when he found none he continued with what he was previously doing but this time more carefully.

He cupped my left breast cautiously with his right hand and with the other he began to slowly smear the ointment on the bruised part cursing the person who was responsible for my suffering.

The pain was camouflaged from the sweet torture he was giving me.  I closed my eyes savoring every touch of his on every part of my body and a soft moan escaped involuntarily over my lips.  He stopped abruptly asking, ‘Does it pain more?” he asked with anxiousness.  I nodded my head horizontally, unable to speak for what he was giving me.

After he nursed every wound that I suffered, he charily helped me to the bed to lie down and went downstairs.  After a few minutes he came with a plate full of chocolate pancakes. When my eyes went wide looking at the dish he was carrying, he smirked at me ‘I know these are your favorite that’s why I made the cook prepare them” he asserted.

Then he gingerly placed a small table on the bed and slowly started feeding me the pancakes.  I tried to arrest him with my hand telling him that I can feed myself but he would just not listen to me.  After he finished feeding me all the pancakes, he gave me medicine along with a glass of water to ease me of the pain.  Then he laid me back on the bed pulling a duvet over me.  Rising from the bed, he glanced at me for a few more seconds and softly shut the door when I closed my eyes but not before telling me ‘Flower, I will be in the study doing work.  In case you require anything, call me.”