The CEO's Wife Is A Demon God's Daughter

Tristan didn't expect this kind of punishment from his wife. Who would have thought that his sweet Zhen-Zhen would become so bold and aggressive too?

'Why do I feel like this is a reward rather than a punishment?' Tristan thought to himself as he savored this moment.

He just remained still on his seat, restraining himself from devouring her. He wanted her to take the lead this time that's why he took his time before responding to her. He wondered what Zhen-Zhen would do to him. His heart was beating with excitement.

Zhen-Zhen was holding him tightly as she kissed him hard with fervent need. Her breasts pinning on his hard chest. It did not take long when Zhen-Zhen's movement changed from rough to gentle. 

She wanted Tristan to experience different emotions because of her. She was really pissed and jealous thinking that Tristan tasted lots of women. She wanted to erase those memories from Tristan's mind until the one he could only remember was his intimate moment with her.

'Damn, my wife became a good kisser.' Tristan thought to himself, feeling amused.

She kissed him slowly. This time she was teasing him, licking the contour of his mouth using her soft tongue. She heard him moan a little because of her action. Zhen-Zhen smiled inwardly as she could see that Tristan was enjoying this moment to the fullest.

Then she focused her attention on his bottom lip, gently sucking it and tasting more of him. She couldn't help but bite him on his lower lip as a sign of her punishment. Tristan let out a soft groan once again.

She felt Tristan's hardness underneath. She smiled at the thought that his body reacted quickly to her with just a kiss. Tristan could no longer hold himself. The taste of her sweet lips lingered on his own lips which made him unable to resist her.

Zhen-Zhen pulled away for a few seconds to see his face. Tristan was now looking at her with those hungry eyes. She was driving him nuts. Those simple teasing from her was enough to make him aroused and filled him with more lust, yearning, and craving for her.

Tristan finally made his move, pulling her again to kiss her ardently. He lost control as he kissed her so hard. Zhen-Zhen could taste blood on her lips. She didn't know if it was her blood or Tristan's blood. She didn't mind it as she responded to his kiss with the same eagerness and intensity as his.

As they continued kissing each other passionately, Tristan slid his hand inside her shirt. Zhen-Zhen moaned in his mouth when she felt Tristan's hand roughly kneading her breast. He took the opportunity to plunge his tongue inside her mouth. Her own tongue played with his.

She shuddered at the feel of electricity traveling from her spine to her abdomen. They were both catching their breath when they broke the kiss. They couldn't believe that a kiss could get even better and sweeter just like that.

Tristan caressed her face and mumbled softly, "Wifey, let me make it up to you. I am all yours now. I will serve you and make you happy. Please don't be upset with me anymore. I love you, Zhen-Zhen."

Those words from Tristan was enough to wash away her anger and unhappiness that she felt a while ago. But she was still jealous.

Zhen-Zhen looked away while pouting her lips. She was supposed to give him punishment. She must not give in right away.

Tristan, on the other hand, didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Zhen-Zhen was still pretty and adorable even when she's mad.

'How can I appease my jealous wife? She's still upset. She didn't even respond when I told her that I love her. Thinking about that… I haven't heard her saying the word 'I love you' to me yet.' Tristan was complaining inwardly.

"Wifey, tell me… what should I do so that you will not be upset anymore?" Tristan asked her desperately.

Zhen-Zhen glanced at him, meeting his gaze. She bit her lower lip. She was contemplating whether to say it or not. In the end, she chose to tell him what she wanted.

"Do it…" She mumbled, avoiding Tristan's hazel eyes.

Tristan looked at her confusedly, "Do what, wifey?"

"Do it with me… the thing you did to Vanessa," Zhen-Zhen said firmly but shyly. Her cheeks reddened from embarrassment. But she maintained her brave front.

Tristan let out a husky laugh. He was laughing like a fool when he heard Zhen-Zhen's demand. He immediately closed their gaps and his mouth came down to hers once more.

When he withdrew, Tristan looked at her with his tantalizing hazel eyes. He couldn't hide his joy and excitement.

"Oh wifey. You didn't need to ask me that because I am planning to do that. In fact, I am dying to do that with you. I just want to take it easy because I don't want you to think that your hubby is a pervert." Tristan licked his lips as he watched Zhen-Zhen with his eyes full of love and desire for her.

"But since I got your permission… does it mean I am free to do what I want to my wifey?" Tristan asked her expectantly. His lips curled up into a wolfish grin. He was thinking of naughty things right now.

Zhen-Zhen frowned and squinted her eyes at Tristan upon seeing his smile. She crossed her arms over her chest once again while staring intently at him.

"You are always naughty, Tristan!" Zhen-Zhen felt like scolding him again.

Tristan's chuckle bubbled up in the entire living room. "I promise... you will love this naughty side of your hubby, Zhen-Zhen. Answer me now, Wifey. I am allowed to do anything with you, right?"

Zhen-Zhen hit Tristan's chest while pouting her lips. Her cheeks reddened more from blushing.

Tristan put on a pitiful face and said, "Wifey, your punishment… that's not enough. You left me hanging. Please punish me more."

"But if you are tired… then let me serve you first before punishing me." After saying that, Tristan lifted her and changed their position.

Zhen-Zhen was now the one sitting on the couch while Tristan was now on his knees, on the floor beside the couch. He started removing her clothes one after another.