I'll Teach You, Marianne.

The sound of a piano playing faintly rang in Anne's ears as she had just woken up from her deep sleep. After so many years, this was the first time that Anne could sleep very soundly. It seemed that with the arrest of Leon, Edmund, Johnny and the death of Steffi, Anne could finally get her quality sleep. It sounded a bit cruel, but it was a fact. She really felt like she could breathe a sigh of relief after so many years her chest was like being crushed by a big rock that made her unable to breathe.

"Piano. So I didn't hear wrong," murmured Anne softly, rubbing her eyes when she heard the sound of the piano again.

Anne slowly opened the thick blanket that covered her body and sat for a while on her soft bed before finally stepping her foot to the floor, to find out who was playing the piano this early. Wait, it's not morning. Anne finally realized that it was almost eleven o'clock in the afternoon! Damn. How long had she slept?

Anne quickened her steps down the stairs to the first floor and immediately froze when she saw who was playing on the piano, wearing only torn jeans without a shirt. Jack was playing one of Ludwig van Beethoven's songs, one of Anne's favorite maestros after Mozart of course, Beethoven's own teacher.

There was only the tinkling sound of the piano that Jack played. There was no other sound in the big and luxurious house. It was very strange, because usually there were dozens of maids in the house, working.

Clap ... clap ... clap ...

"I didn't know you could play Beethoven's Fifth Symphony," said Anne sincerely as she walked up to Jack with her hands still clasped together in front of her chest after clapping.

Jack smiled faintly at his wife's praise. "Good morning, sleepyhead."

Anne's face immediately stiffened. "It's your fault, why didn't you wake me up this morning so now I woke up this late. Gosh, this is a record, this is the first time I've ever woken up at eleven all my life."

Jack chuckled. "Isn't that great? So you can feel it now and maybe in the future, you'll wake up in the afternoon more often, babe."

Anne pouted and leaned back against the piano. "No, I don't want to. Just this one is enough, and wait... Why is the house so quiet? Where is everyone?" Anne looked around her big house which was completely empty. No one was in sight.

"I gave them a week off."

Anne immediately turned her gaze to Jack, staring at him with a shocked expression. "What?"

"Yeah, I gave everyone who works in this house a week's leave, except for the bodyguards who are guarding outside of course. There is no one in this house. It's just you and me. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Alice and Erick have moved to their new home, so the house is completely empty," said Jack slowly, explaining at length to Anne, who looked very surprised.

"W-why did you do that?" asked Anne subconsciously.

Jack smiled. The question he had been waiting for a long time finally escaped Anne's sweet lips. Slowly, Jack got up from his chair and grabbed Anne's hand which was touching the piano. He led her to walk towards the empty dining table, without any cutleries and delicious food that were usually spread on the table made of the most expensive marble.

As soon as they reached the dining table, Jack turned to face Anne, who looked confused. Anne's surprise hadn't gone away, but she was suddenly startled again by the movement of Jack's hands that gripped her waist and lifted her up in the air before finally Anne's butt landed on the table.

"For this, princess, I vacated this house to do all the things I wanted to do to you long ago," whispered Jack hoarsely near Anne's ear. Instantly, Anne's blood rippled, her pulse racing rapidly. Anne knew exactly what Jack's gaze meant at this moment. Even the man's voice and sighs were familiar to Anne. Jack wanted her right now.

Anne grabbed Jack's arm as the man's tongue ran down her long neck and took a deep sip, leaving a very visible mark in that area.

"J-Jack...stop."

Jack stopped what he was doing and looked at Anne whose face was already red.

"Not here," said Anne quietly with her hand still gripping Jack's hand, which was trying to get under the panties she was currently wearing.

Jack's blue eyes gleamed, staring at Anne eagerly. "Tell me, where should I do it?"

Anne bit her lower lip hard as two of Jack's fingers made their way into her body. The strange tingle that Anne had been holding back for so long overtook her. The gentle movement of Jack's hand down there made Jack's arm ache even more as Anne's nails dipped deeper.

Jack didn't care about the pain in his arm. For him to see the expression of pleasure that Anne was showing now was more than what he expected. Jack was really smart. His shrewd hand movements made Anne feel like she was flying into the sky at this moment. Jack's activity at the center of Anne's core stopped when he felt a warm liquid wet his two fingers which were still inside Anne's body. A proud smile tugged on Jack's handsome face at this time. But the opposite seemed to be shown by Anne. She stared blankly with foggy eyes at her very annoying husband who had given her pleasure and torment.

"I hate you, Jack."

Jack smiled proudly. "It's my pleasure, babe."

Anne's whole body went limp. Let alone giving the man a beating, she couldn't even curse at him. She had no energy. Cheater. That was the only word that fit Jack right now. Jack's eyes sparkled as he looked at Anne who wanted him completely. But at the moment, Jack did not want to immediately give what Anne wanted. Jack wanted to provide a different experience than ever before as a form of celebration for the arrest of all the pests that had been bothering them.

"This is just the beginning, baby," Jack whispered hoarsely as he buried his face in Anne's slightly parted shoulder, his hands gripping Anne's waist tightly. "Today I will satisfy you, give you the pleasure that I have never given before."

With ragged breath, Anne stared at Jack. Her eyes were wet with tears, now she could see Jack's face clearly. "Jack..."

"Not yet, baby. Don't worry, we still have a long day, there's still plenty of time for us. But now is my time," Jack said hoarsely in a barely audible voice.

Anne shook her head. She refused and protested. Jack was unfair. She was the one who suffered, while Jack looked happy because he managed to do what he wanted. Meanwhile, Anne, who had been tormented with longing, looked very tormented.

"Prepare yourself, I will not let you go after this. Tell me first, what do you want? Because when I start, I will not stop," said Jack hoarsely. "We have plenty of time before I get to you, so tell me what you want before I start."

Anne didn't answer Jack's question. Her mind went blank with the heat that demanded to be resolved. All that was on Anne's mind right now was for Jack to finish what he was doing to Anne.

To be continued

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