She tried to close her shirt but he stopped her. And then he did the same with her right breast. She was topless in the lift, all it would take was a backward glance and the couple would see. But they didn’t. Cilla’s full mouth was open, her lips parted as she gasped gently, almost overcome with lust and reluctant shame. Kaelan gave her an evil grin and cupped her pussy again, rubbing her hard, making her eyes half close and her hips grind against him.
“I’m going to fuck you in the lobby you little whore,” Kaelan whispered into her ear, savouring the scent of her glossy brown hair.
“God K,” Cilla’s eyes closed and her tits jiggled as he pushed his hand into her jeans, pushing it under her panties until he was holding her slick mound. She was soaking wet. She groaned quietly as he probed at her, trying to find her entrance.
He finally found her opening and forced his middle finger in, making her ass hit the back wall, “I’m your God, Cilla. I’m going to own you, you’re mine now. Say it.” he meant it, this was not like their other times together, he was going to claim her totally.
His finger thrust deeper, straining the zip of her jeans, scratching him as she started to hump against his hand. He kissed her breast and sucked in a mouthful of her soft flesh. “Say it!” he barked, making the man turn his head, he coughed and his wife or partner, looked back as well.
The woman nearly choked as she watched Kaelan finger his boss, and then she started frantically pressing buttons, she wanted to get out. Her husband, or whatever he was, was too fascinated with what he was seeing to respond to her attempts to pull him around.
Cilla was gasping and wheezing, thrusting her cunt against him, using his fingers, and even though it hurt him, Kaelan loved the control he had over her. It was something he intended to develop and to keep. Dave had shown a tendency to wilt under his direction, now he was going to take his wife. He was going to make Dave a genuine cuckold.
“You’re my…AH…GOD!” Cilla shuddered as she came, her eyes squeezed shut, and Kaelan felt a flood of her juices pour over his hand. There was so much that a wet patch appeared through the thin material.
The lift bumped to a stop, and the woman, her grey hair almost frizzing with disgust, manically pushed the door release, and dragged the man after her, “I’m going to report this, come on Graham!”
As the doors closed, Kaelan was amazed to see the lined old face of the man crinkle into a conspiratorial smile, and he left with a wink. Then they were on their way again.
“You’re my fucking whore now Cilla. Dave doesn’t know what’s going to hit him.”
“Ohhhhhhhhh.”
*****
Dave was sitting in the corner of the room, he was clutching the arms of the chair and sweating profusely.
“Tell him how you prefer my cock Cilla,” Kaelan slapped her wet pussy with his semi-hard prick, it slapped against her gaping slit sending droplets of her sweet juice spraying over her thighs. She wriggled down the bed trying to get him to enter her, but he held her still, “fucking tell him!”
Kaelan teased her by sliding his hard, spongy glans through her lips, just allowing it to slip in and out. Cilla moaned and grabbed at her tits, her eyes opening and closing in time with her ragged breathing. He liked the way her hair fanned out on the pillow, she looked so wanton, like the slut she was.
When she couldn’t entice him to plunge into her, Cilla rolled her head to the side and met her husband’s troubled gaze, “I do baby, I like his cock better than yours,” he rewarded her with a quick thrust, only half way, but it made her curl up at the intrusion and she moaned with pain and longing.
“It’s so much bigger isn’t it Cilla? So much better than his tiny little fucking worm?” He ploughed all the way in and Cilla bunched up the bedclothes in her fists and her tits bounced, making Kaelan’s cock twitch inside her. He held himself there, deep, rolling his hips to roil her insides.
“Oh GOD! Yes K, oh yes!”
He pulled her clit free of its hood and pinched it making her squeal. “it’s better isn’t it, my slut?”
She nodded and bit her lip. He heard Dave groan, Kelan caught his movement from the corner of his eye. “Don’t you fucking dare take that little thing out in front of me,” Kaelan snarled, “Keep it in your pants you fucker.”
As he pulled slowly out of Cilla, pulling her pink insides out around him, he glared at Dave. Cilla’s husband was holding himself through his pants, but he wasn’t taking it out. This was it, his claim was being staked, and if Dave didn’t do something, his mastery would be absolute.
He tried to meet his eye, but the other man was watching his wife, avoiding the exchange. It was done. With a vicious thrust he drove Cilla up the bed, this wasn’t enough, he needed to see just how far his power extended. Kaelan leaned forward so that he was lying along her body, his shaft buried in her pussy, making her mewl. He pushed his arms under her back and told her to put her arms around his neck, she held on instinctively as he pulled her to the end of the bed.
She came up into his arms and groaned, her weight forced him even deeper and she shifted around to get comfortable. They kissed passionately, tongues licking and playing, he bit her lip making her yelp and then he carried her over so that they were right in front of Dave.
Kaelan stood sideways-on so that her husband would see everything up close, just how his huge cock stretched her, how wet she was, how much she loved being fucked by him. “See that Dave?” he lifted her with his forearms until she nearly slipped off him, then he dropped her so that he was balls deep again, “she’s on a real man’s cock. Like that? Huh?”
He didn’t get a response, so he started to fuck her in earnest, ploughing up into her tight pussy until they had a perfect rhythm. Cilla tried to kiss him, but their mouths missed, and he growled as she bit his neck. Their bodies slapped together harder, her cunt making wet sloppy sounds every time he speared her.
“God Dave! He’s…OH SHIT! He’ssssss fucking my cunt so goooodddddddddd.”
“Not…your cunt…uh…bitch! Whose cunt?” he pumped into her in time with his words, making her head fall over his shoulder and her nails dig deep into his back.
“Yours K. YOURS!”
He went back to the bed, his sword sheathed in her tight wet hole, lowered her on the edge, lifted her legs over his shoulders and pounded her until she was screaming and weeping. He drove himself in and out of her so hard that she came in a never-ending wail. He fucked her into unconsciousness and still he screwed her, pumping at her furiously so that she came to life again clearly not knowing where she was.
Dave was forgotten in the frenzy, forgotten that is, until Kaelan’s release surged up from his toes and into his balls and he emptied himself in the other man’s wife. Cilla whimpered and writhed under him as he roared his ownership. His mastery. He fucked her so that every drop went as deep as he could deliver it.
When he was finally done, he hauled himself off her and stood back, his legs nearly giving out from under him. He wiped the sweat from his stinging eyes and surveyed his handiwork. Cilla had never looked so sexy. Her legs twitched and her arms covered her eyes as she sniffled gently, he couldn’t take his eyes off her tits. They trembled with every breath she took.
Kaelan turned to Dave, his manhood not softening at all, glistening from Cilla’s insides and drooling spunk onto the rug. “Take a good look Davey boy, see that used wet snatch.” Her husband did just that, crawling off the chair towards her, sniffing, sniffing, but whether he was trying to smell the sex or stifle tears, Kaelan couldn’t tell. He didn’t care.
Cilla managed to raise her head and she held out her hand to Dave, but he never reached her. Kaelan grabbed the back of his polo shirt and hauled him protesting to his feet. Cilla tried to rise but her body wouldn’t allow it. He marched her struggling husband to the door and opened it. “Get out Dave, and don’t come back until the morning. You can have her then. Not before. You’ve lost her mate. She’s mine now.”
The slightly bigger man wilte
d, and the calculation that Kaelan had made earlier proved to be correct. Dave was a weak man despite his height and carriage. He peered past Kaelan to appeal to his wife, but it was no use, Cilla watched impassively, only a mild surprise lit her deep brown eyes.
“Go. Come and pick her up at ten tomorrow. And Dave,” the beaten man faltered, “Cilla is mine now. I’m going to have her when I want, where I want, understood?” Dave nodded sullenly. “One more thing,” Kaelan turned his attention to Cilla, “are you on the pill?”
She eased herself around on the bed so that she was facing them, “mmmhmmm.”
“Then you’re going to stop taking them. Dave my friend, I’m going to breed your wife. Now fuck off.” He closed the door and they stared at each other, and as he walked back to the bed, cock bobbing heavily between his muscular legs, Cilla giggled.
“This is what I wanted K. To be yours, only yours.”
“Then you got your fucking wish, get on your hands and knees and present like the bitch you are. You’re never going to be my boss again.”
Cilla scrambled to do his bidding, and as he took hold of her hips and lined her up again, she asked: “Are you serious? Are you going to make me pregnant? Owwwwww, God fucking Jesus!”
“I’m fucking…deadly serious, that loser never puts his little thing in you again. Understood?”
And Cilla yowled her agreement as he hammered another hot, potent load deep into her cheating, faithless vagina.
Chapter 11: Changes
Sophie had loved Finn’s party, because it had been the last taste of normality for her. Kaelan had treated her like his loving wife, and even Carys had called a truce. Everything was for Finn, she knew that, but deep in her heart, as all the guests cheered when she brought in the cake, and Kaelan had draped his arm around her, she’d hoped that things might yet be alright. That her family would fold around her like a life jacket and save her. But they didn’t.
As soon as the party was over, Kaelan confirmed that she had to go and that he would help her move the things she wanted the next day. He’d been as good as his word. After breakfast, he’d started to pack his car with her stuff, while Finn had run around asking questions and generally getting in the way.
Kaelan had agreed to let Finn come along, and to stay overnight with her to make the transition easier.
“Grandma can I have a peanut butter sandwich?” he asked.
“Of course you can darling! Do you want to set up your game thingy in the front room? I’ll come in and help you in a second. I’ll just make the sandwiches and some tea.”
“Thanks Grandma!” The boy picked up his rucksack and went to unpack his game console.
Sophie smiled weakly at her Mum, “yeah thanks Grandma, for everything.”
“You’re welcome my love. Any idea how long you’ll be staying?” She gathered together the things she needed for the sandwiches and started to hum tunelessly. This was a well-worn strategy when she really wanted to know something, but she didn’t want to press too hard.
“I’m not sure,” Sophie replied running her hand through her silky hair, “I hope it won’t be too long. We had a fight, I think Kael will come around, but I just need to be away, somewhere…safe.”
Her Mum looked back at her with a troubled expression, “you are always safe here, you know that. This will always be your home.” It was exactly what Sophie needed to hear.
*****
Elliot was trying to process what he was hearing. “You’re joking?” Kaelan shook his head with such solemnity that his friend had to believe him, although the look of incredulity remained. “what the fuck happened?”
Kaelan shook his head, “it’s a long story.”
“Well I have a free period, what’s your timetable like?” for the first time, Kaelan was seriously tempted to tell his best friend everything. Cilla was no longer a confidant, she was his sub, and that had changed things between them. The night before he had fucked her at her marital home, while her husband watched, and afterwards Kaelan had forced her to lie with her knees in the air to keep all his spunk in her pussy. He didn’t know why he wanted to impregnate his boss, but the idea filled him with feelings so powerful he couldn’t repress them.
“Actually, I could do with a chat. Want to go for a walk?”
Elliot nodded, “I’ll just get my mobile from my room,” he blushed in the face of Kaelan’s searching look, “in case Liza calls.” Kaelan grinned and watched as his friend scooted off to the main school building.
*****
It had taken time but eventually Sophie settled into a routine that kept her alive. Work was a constant, and Kaelan had been great about seeing the kids. She watched Carys and Brenda as they flirted with the young lad selling ice cream from the van, the way they giggled and used their bodies to compete for his attention made Sophie feel uncomfortable.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Howie leaned into her eyeline. They were sitting on a weathered wooden bench looking out over the glittering sea. Stellings Point was one of the local beauty spots that attracted crowds of people on scorching summer days, but never so many that it was unpleasantly packed. When Sophie had been a girl, her parents often brought her here.
“I was just watching the girls,” Sophie said, and allowed herself to be pulled into Howie’s embrace. Carys caught the movement and frowned. “Not too much okay, she’s still getting used to it all. I don’t want to set things back months, I am just starting to make progress with her.” Finn had been a lot easier to manage, but he’d elected to go swimming with Kaelan.
“She’s a big girl, she needs to get used to the notion that you’ve moved on,” he kissed the top of her head. It was confusing. She liked the contact, the closeness, but it all still felt wrong. She didn’t love Howie and she couldn’t will herself to feel it. And there was something else, the way Howie said: ‘she’s a big girl’, seemed to carry a subtext that she didn’t like.
Still, things were better and she didn’t want to jeopardise that. Her life had some sort of a rhythm again and that was okay, for now. A cool breeze tickled along her bare arm and she shivered, but it wasn’t the breeze, something cold was lodged deep in her soul and no amount of sunshine and ice cream would shift it.
*****
The outer office was impressive. It was all panelled oak and imposing portraits of former head teachers (exclusively men, of course). Kaelan coughed and loosened his collar, it was stifling and he hated wearing suits at the best of times. The secretary glanced over at him and smiled. She was a woman in her early-forties and very attractive, wearing her hair in a 1950s style, honey blonde with a red headband. The colour matched her lipstick and Kaelan found himself staring at her full glossy mouth.
“He shouldn’t be too long now Mr. Cope.”
Her soft Scottish lilt broke into his reverie. “Thank you,” he said simply.
The inner door opened and Mr Grayson appeared, “Kaelan! Come in dear boy, has Mandy been looking after you?”
“Very well,” he was pleased to see the woman flush slightly, he had already decided that if he took this job, he would try and fuck her, preferably bent over her own desk.
“Come in, come in,” Grayson ushered him inside and closed the door. His office made the outer room look mean and paltry. Yep, if he was offered the job he would take it. With the separation from Sophie, he’d had to shed some of his political preferences, or at least shelve them for a while.
*****
“Another scone Howard?” Sophie’s Mum was on her best behaviour, she didn’t like Howie at all, but she knew that her daughter needed support so she did what she always did and put her first.
“Definitely! They are fantastic Mrs. Roberts, better than anything shop-bought that’s for sure. Do you do all your own baking?” he was trying hard too, and it made Sophie grateful that she had people in her life that loved her enough to make the effort.
“No, I don’t have that much time, the volunteering takes up so much of it these days. I also have Gra
ndma duties, though, not as much now, sadly.” The words pricked Sophie, even though there was no hint of criticism there.
They chatted for a while, talking about everything and nothing and Sophie began to feel that two of the most important people in her life were connecting, then Howie dropped a bomb.
“Of course, Sophia will be moving in with me soon, isn’t that right?”
“You didn’t say anything to me, dear,” there was a sharpness to her Mum’s tone, “when was this decided?”
Howie either didn’t hear the barbed way the question was posed, or he chose to ignore it. He took a big swig of his tea and put his arm around Sophie’s back. “It’s been on the cards for a while, we just wanted the dust to settle, eh sweetie?” he squeezed her upper arm and Sophie’s blood ran cold.
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