Ariana Grande - positions

María had found out about their little excursion. She was watching them from the patio, arms crossed over her chest disapproving of the interaction between the two. Gideon won't hurt Rory, she was his precious little wife - the girl he had been waiting on for two years. She was the reason he had everyone in the Bogotá fortress packed up and moved here in the beautiful mountains of Medellín.

The properties and the estates were ridden with weed, vines and ivy, and dust. There was so much dust when they all started cleaning that it burnt their nostrils and eyes.

In contrast, Alvaro the young man Juan, Head of Staff, had hired to keep the estate free of overgrown trees and plants and to keep any wild creatures out, won't survive Gideon's wrath if he knew what he had been doing with his wife. There were too close, his hands roaming where they shouldn't be even if it was all innocent.

Gideon will not see it that way.

For the sake of his life and perhaps Rory's piece of mind, María had cornered him in the staff room warning him not to get to close to the girl. There was already an attachment forming, coming from his side mainly. Rory was still oblivious because the first man who had ever expressed an interest in her was her own husband.

And, it was the fucked up kind that distorted one's vision.

"Señor has entered through the gates." Juan announced from behind her.

María rolled to face him. The grey headed fox with beady gray eyes dressed in a butler's attire was staring straight ahead to the beginning of the trail that lead to the other parts of the estates.

An ominous feeling settled over them.

Rory and Alvaro had taken the ATV out this morning along with the three Alsatian's and a bag filled with sandwiches, fruits and bottles of water. They had been gone nearly the entire day. It was already nearing 5pm and Gideon had called saying he was back in the country but won't be home until dinner time.

He was early, dinner doesn't start for another hour or two.

"There's nothing we can do about it." María murmured, "We don't even know where they went."

She swallowed thickly, Gideon had instructed them all to keep an eye on her because she won't hesitate to run if the opportunity presented itself.

For the past week she didn't try. She knew how to ride an ATV, it won't be too difficult for her to escape now especially if she's gotten herself a ride.

"He'll be here any moment." Juan looked at his smart watch, a message from one of Gideon's man said they were pulling up to the estate.

María and Juan walked to the front of the mansion in silence. With her, sending a prayer to god to have mercy on Alvaro's soul.

Black SUVs rolled into a stop on the cobbled drive way. His security teams dismounted the vehicle and continued on with their business. Out stepped Gideon in a three piece suit and his Second in Command; Sebastian - dark haired and silver eyed man, tall and slender like he was made for the part.

Gideon searched the drive expecting to see his wife obediently waiting for him. She wasn't here and the two that were couldn't look him in the eye. Doing anything to distract themselves.

"My wife?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

María gulped, turning to Juan for support.

"The señora has gone on the trail." He swallowed, "She took the ATV out with one of the staff."

As the words left his mouth two engines, roared in the distance. They head shot to the side seeing one red and one blue ATV pulling up to the backyard and circling the perimeter, along the tree line and towards the drive way.

María bite on her lip to stop the shriek at the sight of Rory. She wasn't wearing the helmet like she had instructed them too. She donned a brown bikini borrowed from Luci with the bottom part covered by one of her cotton sleep shorts. Her skin now with a light tan was glisteningly wet along with her unruly blonde hair.

She was smiling, glancing back at Alvaro who was on a smaller vehicle that made him sit awkwardly. He was wearing a white singlet and cargo shorts. He was also wet.

They had been to the creek, playing in the water with the dogs.

Seeing the anxious look on Alvaro's face, Rory turned her head back and her mouth fell open in shock. Her husband was standing with his hand in his pockets with a pointed glare directed at them. She slowed the ATV into a stop just narrowly missing one of the park SUVs.

Her heart was pounding in her chest and no longer was it pumping the thrill of adrenaline. Such had left her body and replaced with terror at the sight of him glaring darkly. His posture was rigid, the anger rolling off him in waves.

He was angry her though, not as angry as he was at the boy who came to her halt a few feet from her. He was beside her instantly, one bare hand latching onto her forearm while the other snaked around her waist, lifting her up and off the big bike.

"Alvaro!" María hissed, "I told you she had to wear a helmet and where are her shoes?"

"Lo siento María," he apologised quickly, "I tried to put it on her but she rode out so fast I couldn't." His gaze flickered to her with a small smile but her expression was suddenly cold and distant.

She looked troubled, he noted. Her gaze far away just like the first day she arrived.

Alvaro turned to her husband, his boss, who eyes were pinned on the arm he had around Rory. He hastily removed his hands, crossing it behind his back but that didn't satisfied Gideon.

His hand had balled into a fist the moment he saw them together and the urge to fucking punch the boy came full on when he touched her. His mood was worsen when she didn't swat him away like she did with him. Instead, her body was relaxed being close to the boy and it made his fury boil.

"Bedroom, wife." He ordered through gritted teeth. "Bedroom now."

His voice chilled her to the bone. If no one knew he was angry they sure do now.

Rory darted inside, up the staircases and into the master room. She jumped into the shower buy herself some time before she had to face him. She cleaned herself of the river water and all the grit and dirty that crawled it's way onto her skin and hair.

She couldn't even reminisced about the fun day she had with Alvaro without picturing Gideon's displeased behaviour.

She emerged out the shower, drying herself with a towel then running one through her wet curls.

She stepped out the bathroom, turned and clutched her chest in shock at Gideon sitting on the edge of the bed. He had removed most of his three piece suit and now sat in the white dress shirt and the dark trousers.

His expression was blank and she couldn't tell whether he was still angry or not.

Rory teared her eyes away and headed for the closet but a strong hand stopped her. Her body lifted off the ground and she was thrown roughly onto the mattress that made her bounced several times. It was a miracle that her towel remained in place.

Gideon climbed on top of her, his mouth attacked her neck instantly. He sucked and bite with the intentions to leave purple bruises on her neck to let them all know who she belonged to.

Her chance to protest didn't came because his belt was undone, zipper down and his harden cock was freed. Pulling the towel of her body, he pushed into her without preparing her pussy for his size.

"Ahhh," she cried out, propping herself on her elbows, eyes widening at the sight of his cock rocking in and out of her.

She was throbbing, her opening shooting with a painful burn.

"You're hurting me," she whispered in a rugged breathe.

He ignored her like she ignored him.

Gideon pushed her legs to her shoulders, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. He thrusted hard and fast venting his angry onto her body, painting her a purple and green colour.

With each thrust he thought about the bitterness and coldness he felt without her, then the rage at sight of her with that boy and the hurt in his chest when she turned away from him, and the fact that she didn't welcome him home drove him to madness.

She was being bitch after the luxury he had provided her. Any women would be eating out of his hand if he did this for them. But, no, he chose her and only wanted to do it for her.

Gideon growled, baring his canines as he relentlessly stretched her pussy and pounded her to the point she could no longer utter a sound. Her eyes had rolled back as she came hard, gushing her juices over his trousers. She clutched onto his shoulders for dear life, arching her back because he didn't give her a chance to come down from her high. Instead, he rode through it, the material and cold metal zipper of his trouser abrasively rubbing her skin.

A tear slide her down the side of her face at the pleasure mixed in with the pain. It was too much, the overwhelming emotions.

Rory glanced down, watching Gideon's cock pumped her, biting her lip to stop her moans. He hadn't kissed her yet or embraced her in any way - she could see sense his rage rolling off her. What was so wrong for him to be that angry?

Tension built in her stomach again. She was scare that she won't be able to handle it this time since her first orgasm had completely muted her. Her arms flung around Gideon's neck and buried her face into his shoulder, waiting for the tension to reach its limit.

She came again, harder this time to the point she had to sink her teeth into his shoulder to maintain her composure and vision. But, her actions only fuel his desires because a carnal sounds vibrated from his chest and he pushed her down on the bed capturing her lips into his mouth.

Finally, he was able to taste her lips. She was so sweet like dulce de leche. However, he didn't let her sweetness distract him from ignorant behaviour towards him. He let her go, one hand clamping down onto her neck.

"Did you miss me, wife?" He grunted. "Did you think about me when I was away?"

She bite her lip because she didn't want to lie to him. She hadn't thought about him since and she was sure at one point she forgot they were married. In his absence she had turned into a child again, a teenager finally experience a sense of normalcy.

His eyes hooded over and darken as she failed to answer. Before she could even register what was going on her, her right cheek was stinging and she let out a surprised cry.

He had backhanded her.

"You didn't miss me because you were busy with that boy!" He howled, rocking his hips harder against her that she cried out. "Did you let him fuck this tight cunt of yours?" He slapped her pussy, turning it a bright red. "I bet he liked seeing you in that bikini." His eyes darkened, remembering her body on full display. Not only did the boy see her but so did his men.

Outraged, he smacked her right cheek again, twice and one time causing her to sob and cupped her cheek. He didn't hit her hard, it was a tap that was enough to sting and bring tears gushing out of her eyes.

Gideon filled her full and there was no way she could take anymore. So she resulted to begging and yet again he ignored her.

Feeling his own releasing coming on, he quicken his pace. His hands grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto his dick to meet his every thrust. Her breathing turned rougher, her breasts bounced to the movement and her eyes rolled closed. She was close again.

"Come with me," he ordered breathlessly.

He so desperately wanted to release his semen inside her womb but after debating the first time he had considered at, he chosen not to. Not now anyways. It wasn't her age or anything, he didn't care about that at all. His reasons were selfish. He simply wanted to spend more time with her, alone.

Gideon wanted a family especially now he was at 35 years of age and the only woman he can picture carrying his children was her. He didn't like children and having his niece around was torture enough him. But, if it was their children he'd loved them unconditionally and without bias.

Closing his eyes, he pumped her two more times giving her another orgasmic bliss before withdrawing and ejaculating over her milky stomach.

He laid atop of her, shuddering as the last drop of his warm semen leaves him. He rested his forehead against her, keeping his eyes closed and smiled as he listened to her moans dying down and rugged breathing slowing.

"Welcome me home, my wife," He murmured, placing delicate kisses on her cheeks and the corner of her mouth. "Say bienvenido mi amor."

Rory fisted the sheets and willed her vocal cords to shift its gears.

"Bienvenido mi amor."

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