Sky-High Pampering Plan Of Her Destined Husband

"Ethan! What are you doing? Get your hand off me!" Frightened, Janet recoiled from his touch and continued to step away until
she felt the arm of the sofa against her back. She was trapped. Ethan had an obvious advantage in terms of size; he could be all
over her in an instant.
She tried her best to push against him, but his chest was like a solid wall. He squeezed himself between her legs and pressed
his knee over her thigh to stop her from flailing. The next thing she knew, Ethan was sweeping his hot hand down her abdomen
and to her crotch.
"Nothing happened between you, right? What are you afraid of, hmm?" He leaned forward and nipped the delicate shell of her
ear. "Since you don't seem to have any awareness to the possible dangers around you, I'm afraid I will have to teach you a
lesson."
"How dare you? Stop touching me!" Janet's face had drained of all color, while her eyes turned bloodshot and teary.
Ethan's eyes were like bottomless pits that threatened to swallow her whole. The air around them thrummed with the promise of
danger and excitement.
"You don't like me touching you?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. "You must really be having an affair with that man."
Janet had never seen him so angry, nor had she imagined that he was capable of such frightening rage.
"It's not that! I'm just—I'm scared." She realized too late that it was the wrong thing to say.
Ethan swooped in and began pulling at Janet's clothes. She felt the distinct bulge underneath his trousers as his burning lips
trailed kisses from her ear to her neck.
"Let me go! "Stop, Ethan. I'm not ready. I don't want this! Please, come to your senses..." Janet cried out desperately, even as
she struggled against his ruthless assault.
His eyes spoke of a raw, ferocious hunger, and she knew that he would devour her all night.
For a while, they engaged in a tug of war with her clothes, but Janet was no match for him. Ethan was relentless and unmovable.

It wasn't that she didn't want to accept his passions; she was simply much too frightened of him at the moment.
Ethan turned a deaf ear to her pleas and proceeded to take off his black shirt. And then he was burying his head in her chest,
licking and biting her tender flesh. Janet felt the electric sensations rush to her very core.
"No! No!" She was screaming now, covering her face with her hands. It was bad enough that she was terrified of him, but she
couldn't deny the fact that her body was instinctively responding to his advances. "You bastard! Let go of me!"
Ethan had already freed himself from his trousers and was about to silence her with yet another fierce kiss when he saw the look
on her face. He paused.
Janet's hair was a mess, her eyes wide with horror. Fresh tears were streaming down her flushed cheeks.
"Fuck...." Ethan mumbled through gritted teeth. He glanced down at his swollen cock, took a deep, fortifying breath, and zipped
his pants up.
He grabbed Janet's shirt and bra from the floor and handed them to her before wordlessly striding into his bedroom. He slammed
the door shut behind him.
Janet stared at the crumpled items of clothing in her arms. She was still in a state of shock, and it took her a good while to
compose herself.
She stared at Ethan's door, biting her lip in an effort to hold back her tears.
She knew, without the shadow of a doubt, that her husband was absolutely furious this time.