by Emma Vikes
I smiled when my hands found my favorite and only dildo. It was a 10-inch dildo, which was rough around the edges to make it look like the real thing. This should do, I thought as I went back to pleasuring my body.
I put back my fingers in my pussy and prepared myself for the dildo, spreading and smearing my fluid all over, and then I rubbed my fluid on the dildo, making it look like a real cock slathered with pre-cum. Without wasting time, I brought it closer to my lips, rubbing the tip of it on my slit and bucked my hips. Just like the real thing.
Then I thrust it in immediately, and a scream escaped my throat. Fuck, that was amazing, I thought. It had a vibrator attached to it that could vibrate the dildo inside of me, and I switched it on. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I chanted in my head as my eyes widened in pleasure. That was the first time I had used the vibrator when it was inside me. I had to quickly switch it off and catch my breath. Then I switched it on again as I couldn't resist the pleasure that it was bringing me.
The length and girth of it inside me felt so damn good I could feel myself nearing orgasm without working it inside me yet. Then I pulled it out to the tip and slammed it back inside, causing me to cry out again. I repeated the motion, again, and again. This time thrashing against the sheets as my hips bucked up to meet the thrusts of the dildo plunging into me.
I raised my legs up for easier access and continued working my way to orgasm, shoving harder, faster, and deeper inside my dripping pussy. I felt as my fluid slide down my ass, and the cool sensation caused a thrill of electric shocks to run through me.
At this point, I was wild with need, I needed to cum now and fast. So, I tilted my hips and began rotating them while I continued thrusting the dildo into me, making sure to hit my G-spot in the process.
I was a shuddering mess as my orgasm got closer and closer, and it took only seconds to bring myself to a mind-blowing, toe-curling orgasm. The release was more intense than all the other orgasms I had had in the past. The bliss was radiating from my core, spreading a tingling pleasure in waves to my fingertips and toes, making me tremble uncontrollably as it subsided.
I was satisfied, for now. Breathing rapidly, I rolled on the sheet and rested a bit before going to take a bath and prepare for work. I owned my own fashion line and had a boutique not far from the house. It was a good thing I had decided to touch myself as I felt I was more relaxed than I had been when I had woken up. And there was a little skip to my step.
I smiled and grabbed my car keys, walking towards the door. Just as I was locking up, I noticed a brown envelope on the floor. I looked around, and no one was in sight. This was strange, no one could have gotten up to the penthouse without being seen, as it was private property, except for Max, the doorman. Who would have dropped it? This was really strange! I bent down and grabbed it, and took the elevator down to the lobby.
"Did you drop this Max?" I asked, walking towards the security check-in.
"No, ma'am. I did not. A friend of yours came by and asked to see you. I guess the person must have dropped it."
I squeezed my eyes in confusion. A friend of mine? I had no friends around except my assistant at the shop. "You mean Deidra?"
"No, ma'am. It was a guy. He comes around with your husband that's why I let him in," he said.
I waved dismissively at him and walked to my car. Puzzled at who this magical friend was, I decided to peer into the envelope, and I received the greatest shock of my life.
They were naked pictures of Mike in bed with another woman. Several of them at that, at clearly different times. I looked closely at the pictures and tried not to believe what I was seeing. Maybe they were photoshopped? I wondered. But I knew within me that they weren't. Then I was angry, seriously angry. Did he actually take me for a fool and lie to my face when I asked him if he was cheating? This was utter disrespect. I started the engine of my car and zoomed over to his office. By the time I got there, I was fuming.
I stormed up the steps and marched over to the receptionist. "Is my husband in?" I asked, tapping my foot.
She looked scared out of her mind and nodded vigorously, pointing towards the elevator. I left without even giving her a second glance, going up to the private elevator I knew only he used. I punched in the numbers and waited impatiently as it rode up. As soon as the door jerked open, I stormed out and walked past his PA and into his office.
He was on a call with his back facing the door when I walked in. I slammed the door to his office for effect and watched him turn around in his chair.
"Let me call you back, Mr. Williams," he ended the call. "Alexa, what's wrong? What brings you here?”
"Oh, cut the bullshit. I know all your secrets. I know what you've been keeping from me all this time," I hissed at him and threw the envelope on the table.
"What the hell are you going on about? What's the meaning of all this?" he asked, glaring at me.
"Why don't you check for yourself?" I stated, folding both arms on my chest as I hissed at him.
He took the envelope and brought out the pictures, looking at them with a neutral face. Then he looked up and smiled. The fucking bastard just smiled at me. "Okay, so what is the problem?"
My eyes widened in surprise. "Did you just ask me what the problem is? Mike, did you? Oh, so it's true. You've been cheating on me all this time with all these sluts."
His face darkened. "Do not ever call Flora a slut in your life again," he bellowed.
I had never been so shocked in my life. I stood rooted to the ground, at a loss for words to say. Not only was he confirming that he was cheating on me, but he actually felt something for her. "You l-love her?" I said quietly.
He went quiet for a while before answering. "What do you think?" he smirked.
I didn't know what to feel at that moment. I was beyond hurt. I mean, how could he? This was certainly not the Mike I got married to. "Why? Why did you do this to me?"
He chuckled and rolled himself on his chair, turning around to face me. "Sweetheart, I did not do anything to you. You were just a means to an end. I never cared for you. I wanted something from your father, and you were the ticket to the meal. And of course, I couldn't pass up such a delicious meal."
"You. You bastard. You're not even scared, talking to me that way," I stuttered as I was enraged.
This time he laughed a full-blown laugh. "Scared of what? You? Dear daddy?" he snickered. "No, I'm not. And there's more. She's the reason why I don't touch you anymore because I can't make myself see your body in an attractive way. And the reason why the last few times I fucked you, I did it from behind is because I couldn't bring myself to look at your face when all I was imagining was being inside her, hearing her sweet cries of pleasure. Plus, there was nothing wrong with me yesterday, I was just a little busy getting lost in someone’s panties."
I blinked rapidly and could feel my heart stop. I never imagined that Mike would stoop as low as that. I swallowed hard. "I want a divorce”, I said quietly.
He smiled again, and that smile was starting to annoy me, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I slapped that smirk off his face. "That's the juiciest part. You can't."
Chapter 6
"What the fuck do you mean by ‘I can't’? You can't tell me what to do."
"Actually, I can, seeing as I'm your husband and you have to respect me. Anyway, your father is the reason you can't divorce me."
"What do you mean by ‘my father is the reason I can't divorce you’? What did you do to my father?" I asked loudly, and this time I was pissed beyond anything else.
"It's more like what it would do to him and his business. You don't know anything about his company, do you? Poor baby, kept in the dark all this time," he mocked. "Well, let me enlighten you. Your dear father is in serious trouble with the board members as they are trying to vote him out of his company and, if a scandal like this goes out to the press, he loses everything," he said, quite happy with himself.
How come I missed all of the signs? I asked myself. He was a monster
. A complete hideous, and cold-hearted monster and, out of my infatuation with him, I totally missed the signs, or maybe he was just damn good at keeping up his cool appearances. Good at hiding his bestial nature and now that it had come out to play, it was disgusting. "What do you stand to gain from all this, Mike? Why are you doing this?" I asked angrily.
"Oh, come on. Don't sound all broken up. I'd stop by once in a while to fuck you since you want it so badly. I can remember you begging sweetly for it," he smirked.
I saw red. That was all I saw when I marched over to him and gave him a resounding slap. "I may not be able to divorce you now, but you don't get to talk to me that way. Fuck you! Asshole," I bit at him.” Just remember revenge is a dish best served cold and you will surely pay for this, trust me," I spat and stormed out of his office, only to collide into a wall as I shut the door.
In my rage, I cursed at myself for being so blind in love and even more blind not to see where I was going. I blinked back hot tears and tried to gather myself together when the wall talked. The freaking wall talked. I jerked back in surprise and blinked furiously to see it was a person. He had a lot of files in his arms, and some of them were all littered on the floor from the collision, I guess.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" he asked softly, and I felt the tears burst out from their hiding place. I had kept it locked in for a while, and his soft tone just triggered them.
I didn't understand why I was flooding my cheeks. Maybe because a total stranger cared enough to see that I was not fine. I shook my head and bent down to help him with the files.
"It's okay, I'll take care of that. Come please, let me take care of you. I can't leave you crying like this," he said gently, placing his hand on mine as if scared he would scratch my delicate skin.
In no time, he gathered the files and led me through a door on the other side of the office that I didn't know existed. It was like a filing room but smaller and more private. I looked around and saw a chair. I headed straight for the chair and slumped into it, crying my eyes out.
I had done nothing but loved the bastard, and he decided to treat me like this? I thought angrily, wiping away my tears after some minutes of crying. The stranger was still there. He didn't say a word or ask me any questions. I was sure he must have heard us yelling at each other and already knew the whole gist. He just handed me some paper towels to clean my tears and continued staring at me. In a way, his presence was comforting, but I knew I was keeping him from his work.
"Thank you very much for your help, and I am sorry I bumped into you. But you don't have to stay here with me, I know you have work to do." I sniffled.
He came closer and sat next to me. "It's lunch break, so I don't have anything to do right now, and I don't mind being with you. You look like you need company." He smiled slightly.
I could see him clearly now that my tears had subsided, and he was hot. Like incredibly sexy. I felt something tug at the back of my head like I should know something about him that I was forgetting, but nothing was coming up. His bright green eyes were hooded by dark eyebrows, and my attention was drawn down to his lips as they curled up to a smile.
Those lips. Holy shit.
Full and inviting, if I’d had the nerve I would have jumped all over them.
I blinked away the thought and cursed at myself inwardly. I was still suffering from one heartbreak, and here I was a few minutes later, hyperventilating over another guy.
I glanced back at him and saw him gazing at me with a look in his eyes before he covered it with a smile. "Are you okay now?" he asked.
I nodded and moved to hug him. "I don't know if I am but thank you," I said. His arms felt so right to be in, and I had to withdraw quickly to keep myself from staying too long in his arms.
I could feel my cheeks becoming red and heated from the contact and wondered why I moved in to hug a total stranger, and then I remembered.
Chapter 7
"I know you," I said looking at him curiously. "You were the stranger on the roof with me yesterday at the gala." I cocked my head.
"Yes, I am. I thought you didn’t get to see me clearly and did not remember me," he said still smiling.
"I didn’t at first, but I can remember now. You had on a dark blue suit that hugged your muscles and had your hair styled differently," I said excitedly before realizing what I had just said and flushed in embarrassment.
He laughed softly at me and nodded. “Wow, clearly you saw me well.”
"Trust me, I don't forget whatever interests me," I blurted out, and guessed my filter had magically gone missing around him. I ducked my head to avoid him seeing my inflamed cheeks.
He chuckled slightly. "It's nice to know I interest you because you interest me too," he teased, gazing deep into my eyes.
The air in the room became charged, and I felt there was an underlying message in those words of his but couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was as my brain was scrambling around to calm my heart, which was beating loudly.
He turned his body toward me and reached his hand out to trail down my arm.
“You deserve so much better than what you're receiving. And I would love to sweep you off your feet and show you just how much better you deserve," he said quietly.
I turned back to him and could see the sincerity in his gaze. The truth was, I was fucking attracted to this guy even more than I was with Mike, but that didn't mean I was going to jump into bed with him at the slightest opportunity. Besides, we had just met, well for the second time.
His fingers stopped on the top of my hand, and he began rubbing my skin softly there. “I know and understand that you feel this is way too fast, but I'm calling it as I'm seeing it. I'm attracted to you, and from the way your eyes are dilated and begging me to kiss your lips, I can confidently say you're also attracted to me. And I would like to make you feel good. No one else’s opinion matters except yours. So, why not think about it and get back to me. And if you want, you can come by my place; let's hang out," he said softly.
Oh, good god. I was in trouble. I could feel myself caving underneath his gaze. I was melting, and if he had pushed more, I was sure I'd have allowed him to do me right there and then. I was that weak against his power.
"Maybe I can convince you now of how good we could be together," he whispered to me, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine to my core. I muffled a moan and squeezed my thighs together against the sudden ache in my pussy. I could feel myself get wet.
He skimmed his fingers down my shoulders to the swell of my breasts, and I felt my breathing become ragged. I could feel the intensity in his touch, and it blew my mind. His touch was making me forget reason, and I wanted to get lost in it.
"W-what's your name?" I croaked out, trying my best to fight against the sudden pleasure I was feeling.
"Jason. Call me Jason," he said, kissing the back of my neck.
"This is not r-right... my husband... is in the… n-next room," I managed to say, trying to hold on to the only sanity left in me.
"You know he doesn't give a fuck about you right? And you deserve so much better. Let me make you feel good." He continued his path down my shoulders, trailing hot kisses.
Then he pulled away and came close to my lips. His lips were brushing against mine and my heart pounded in my ears. I wanted that kiss so much but was still trying to hold myself back from kissing him.
My lips were suddenly parched, and I darted my tongue out to wet them, but then he groaned and crashed his lips against mine. I felt myself explode in ecstasy. It was unbelievable. It wasn't slow and soft. We kissed like we were hungry and couldn't get enough of each other. Our tongues were dancing the fire dance together, sucking and nibbling. I had never felt a kiss shake me so powerfully like his did. Fuck! I was creaming my panties and was getting incredibly horny from just a kiss.
The kiss went on and on until I couldn't take anymore and pulled away. We were both breathing hard like we had just finished a race. His eyes had gotten dark with lust, and he looked like he
was going to take me right there and was fighting to control himself.
I shivered at the pleasure just his gaze brought me. That kiss held a lot of promise.
That was the most genuine amount of attention I had had for months. And it seemed worth the wait. The kiss was so intense, unlike any other had ever had. The ache between my thighs could testify to that. I was itching for him to throw caution to the wind, lift up my skirt, and touch me in my most private of privates.
We remained quiet and just stared into each other's eyes, his gaze holding lots of promises that I badly wanted to come true. Our breathing had calmed now, and the heat in his eyes had reduced, showing he had more control now.
"I'm Alexa," I blurted out.
He smiled at me and brushed his hands on my cheeks, tucking a few tendrils of hair behind my ears. "I know," he replied softly.
Then he checked the time and stood up to leave. "I'd have to take my leave now as lunch break was over ten minutes ago. That monster is useless without his PA."
"You're his assistant?" I asked, surprised. I would never have thought he'd hire a guy as his assistant. Then a thought came to me, and I smiled. "Text me your address."
He looked at me curiously before we exchanged numbers and gave me a hug once more. I was now left alone in the room. I released the breath I had been holding and shook my head to clear the haze he had caused.
Whew! What a day. And it was just beginning.
Chapter 8
I had moved my things temporarily to a hotel room as I didn't think I wanted to be close to that bastard right now and I didn't want my father to know what was wrong. His heart would break for his little girl, and I was sure he would not stand idly by, folding his arms. And if what that lying, cheating husband of mine had said was right, it would do more harm than good to both his reputation and company.
I knew I had to come up with a plan to crush Mike because it was totally not fair that he was the cheating one and it was my father and I who paid for it. I paced the suite I had gotten as I contemplated what to do. My mind half distracted by what had happened in the office with that sexy stranger.