7.You're mine. Call my name, wholeheartedly

A moan escaped Briella's throat when President Braun touched her full breasts. She tugged at his hair, and the President seemed to enjoy it. He caressed one of her breasts while his lips met the other. A sudden pleasure overtook her; all she could think of was him, giving her the best honeymoon she could ever dream of. Using his tongue, he playfully teased the nipple of one breast, making her arch her back due to the ticklish sensation. She bit her lip hard, trying to suppress a moan from what the President was doing. His lips met hers again, and she passionately returned his kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist while one of his hands ventured between her thighs. She moaned into his mouth when he caressed her private area. 'You're wet…" he said huskily as he touched her intimately. 'Oh my— holy f*ck!" She covered her mouth when he slid a finger inside her. A wave of intense pleasure made her body tremble. ‘So this is what it's like to have somebody inside you!' she thought. Just his finger inside her was driving her crazy with pleasure, and she wondered what it would feel like when it was something else. The mere thought made her insides tighten... it excited her. 'Damn! You're fu... cking vi—" 'Yes! And I promise to give it to my future husband," she interrupted. He curled his finger inside her, and a moan escaped her lips. ‘Damn! This pleasure makes me dizzy, but I don't want him to stop!' President Braun's finger moved faster inside her, leaving her gasping for air and overwhelmed by the sensations. She closed her eyes, unable to focus, fearing she might roll them back from the intense pleasure. President Braun's hand movements quickened, intensifying the pleasure of enveloping her breast with his lips. 'Braun…" she moaned his name. She heard President Braun groan, and he quickened his pace even more. She felt an orgasm building, her hands digging into his back. 'Fu... ck, I can feel it! Damn..." she murmured, biting her lip but couldn't suppress her moans. Braun's thrusts became even faster, and it wasn't long before a powerful orgasm consumed her. She trembled and moaned repeatedly as she reached her climax. She looked at the President, her mouth open, as he seemed satisfied with what he had done to her. He slowly removed his finger, and she shut her eyes, relishing the sensation, almost wishing he wouldn't stop. 'I won't take you now," he said, kissing her forehead. 'But why? You're my husband now, and I am willing to give myself to you," she asked, confused. 'Call my name," he said. 'Huh?" she was even more perplexed. He chuckled softly and pinched her nose. 'You can't do it because you're not ready to submit to me. You're mine once you can call my name wholeheartedly, and no one else can have you. You'll only think of me," he said, then carried her to the bathroom. 'Let's take a shower, then rest. You can't exhaust yourself today because I know you'll be busy starting tomorrow." He gently brought her to the bathroom to shower. Deep inside, she never imagined the feared and revered President Braun El Cueva to be such a gentleman, respecting a woman to the heavens! He was a private individual. No one dared to pry into his life or follow him, so she had no clue about his real personality or how he treated others. All she knew was that he was strict and rigid with his competitors in the Entertainment Industry. She let him bathe her, watching him silently. Afterward, he dried her hair and joined her in bed. It was still early, just eight in the evening, but as President Braun had said, she needed rest to prepare herself for tomorrow's challenges. Braun gently stroked Briella's long hair. He knew she was soundly asleep but wasn't ready to leave her side, wanting to feast his eyes on the beauty before him. The first time he saw her hazelnut eyes filled with pain, he wanted to erase that pain and give her all the happiness she yearned for. At that moment, he didn't hesitate to lift her and let her kiss him publicly, not caring if anyone saw them. Who would dare to confront him in the middle of the night? He held a power beyond what anyone could imagine. Once sure his wife was in a deep sleep, he tenderly kissed her forehead and cautiously rose. With his laptop and phone in hand, he exited their bedroom, moving to the adjacent room where his small office was. 'Those who insulted my wife must be held accountable!" he thought. He dialed his Assistant's number, and he heard his voice in a matter of moments. 'Mr. President..." 'Did you do what I asked?" he inquired sharply. 'Yes, Mr. President. I've spoken to the company lawyers to take action against T-Trends. They're sending the notice to the company as we speak," the Assistant replied. 'Good, and what about the trending topic? Did you manage to speak to the media?" He referred to a topic he released, albeit under a different guise. He was well-acquainted with the deceitful tactics used by companies to either boost or tarnish reputations. 'Yes, Mr. President, I've contacted our source, and he'll do everything to make it top news, whatever the cost," the Assistant answered respectfully. 'Good," he murmured, then opened his laptop to verify his Assistant's truthfulness. He didn't appreciate the news articles about Briella nor the comments from netizens jumping on the bandwagon. 'Find the previous leaders of Briella's fanbase and discreetly meet with them. Tell them to post any of her photoshoots or commercial ads. Pay them if you have to. Or do it yourself," he instructed. 'But, Mr. President, didn't Madam say she didn't want—" 'I didn't ask for your opinion, Luigi," he sharply cut him off. 'If you can't follow my orders without questioning me, I'll find another Assistant." 'I'm sorry, Mr. President, it won't happen again," the Assistant immediately apologized. 'Accepted. She's my wife now, and I won't just sit while she's being humiliated," he said, his voice filled with anger, reminded of the bruise on her arm. 'Ensure that the owner of that trashy company pays, triple, or better, put him in jail. If he dares to hurt my woman, he must be punished," he ordered. 'As you wish, Mr. President," the Assistant replied. 'Be here by eight in the morning. We need to take Briella to her Agency early," he stated, ending the call shortly after receiving the Assistant's agreement. Afterward, he turned his attention to the papers he hadn't looked at earlier because he chose to watch his wife's performance. It was her first time modeling as his wife, and he couldn't miss it. It was three in the morning when he finished signing the documents. He had also read several contracts from big companies wanting to sign his artists. He then saw Briella in the kitchen, heating leftovers. 'Are you hungry?" he asked. Briella, startled by his voice, almost dropped the dish she held. 'Did I disturb you?" she asked with concern. He shook his head, approached her, and took the dish, guiding her to sit. 'You could've woken me to help you," he replied, turning down the stove's heat. Briella looked surprised by his gesture. 'It seemed you were doing something important, staying up late," she said. 'Do you want burnt food?" he teased. 'You could've used the microwave instead of the stove." 'I didn't want to make noise and bother you," she answered shyly. He switched off the stove, transferred the food to a bowl, and handed it to her. He then gently lifted her chin and kissed her. 'You're never a bother to me. Ever since you accepted my proposal, you've become a part of my life," he whispered, kissing her forehead softly.