by Evelyn Vox
"Monday."
"What time?" I asked. I needed to know when to get the hell out of here on Monday.
"We like to start early. Most clients make us a copy of their key and leave it for us. Under the doormat work for you?"
"Yeah, sure," I agreed hastily. He was looking at me in that sexy, primal way again, and I had to get him out of the house. Now. Or else I'd do things that I would regret. Even if they were things that I was desperate to have.
"Alexandra," he said, starting to walk towards me, but I put a hand up in front of me.
"Have a good weekend, Derek," I told him, my tone brooking no argument. If he came any closer, I wouldn't be able to resist him. Now that I've had some space, some air to breathe, I know it's for the best to stop this.
"Right, you too," he all but snarled before he slammed the front door with the contract in hand. The legally binding contract.
It was done. This was happening. Derek was going to be in my house all summer long. A foreboding sense of finality washed over me. I listened to the sound of his car driving away before I leaned against the wall.
I couldn't stop myself from slipping a hand between my legs. I ran my fingers over my swollen flesh. I could still feel Derek's hands on me. His voice was husky and seductive when he all but promised that he'd make me scream his name in pleasure.
And his cock. Fuck me, it was huge and hard, shockingly so.
I imagined how it would feel to have that perfect hardness fill me up while those hands gripped me tight. My orgasm barreled into me in seconds. I panted against the wall, secretly wishing Derek would come back into the house to finish what he'd started.
I was in so much trouble. How was I supposed to spend the whole summer with this man in my house?
It had been years since I'd touched another man or felt another man's touch on me. The contact was so forbidden, so taboo and thrilling, that it had been impossible to resist.
I went out to the yard where I'd learned to keep the dogs when Derek was around. They bounded up to me excitedly and I sighed. I just had to make sure I stayed out of his way. It was for the best. Brian would be back for the weekend tonight, and I was excited to see him.
He was just what I needed to help me take my mind off of Derek. It would help me focus on what really mattered to me: my husband and our life together.
At least, that's what I told myself.
Chapter Six
LEXIE
Brian had unbuttoned his shirt and threw it in the hamper, reaching for his red silk and velvet dressing gown with matching pants. He looked like Hugh Hefner in it, which always made me want to roll my eyes at him, but he loved it and there was no talking him out of it. This was the problem with Brian—he had no taste whatsoever.
He didn’t seem to mind that it looked like Scarface threw up in this house. That was why it took us months of arguing before he agreed to hire a contractor for our summer home. I mean, what’s the point of having a house in the Hamptons if it’s not state of the art?
I took a sip of the Bordeaux he brought from Manhattan. I closed my eyes as the dark, rich taste of it washed over me. It was my favorite and he knew it. He loved to spoil me. Pamper me. Give me anything I wanted. So long as I stayed looking the way I do. He’d never said it outright, but he didn’t have to, it was an unspoken agreement. We both knew what sort of marriage this was. It’s not that we didn’t love one another. We did, but at the end of the day, I was the requisite hot wife that every Wall Street big wig like Brian needed on his arm.
He walked over to where I sat on the bed and rubbed my shoulders.
"I missed you, baby," he said as he massaged me, "anything interesting happen while I was away?"
I tried not to look guilty as I immediately thought of Derek's hand between my legs.
"You mean aside from finally booking a contractor?"
Brian leaned in and kissed my neck.
"Are you happy with his services?
"Yes," I gulped, "I think so."
"That's all that matters to me," he said, kissing a trail from my collarbone to my jaw.
Flickers of guilt gnawed at me, but they shouldn't! I'd stopped Derek. I'd stopped his advances twice now. The second time counted, right? Brian's hand moved to the knot that tied my robe. The silken cream of the fabric fell down my shoulders revealing the pink negligee I'd been wearing underneath.
Brian released a breath. His brown eyes grew wide and lustful as he looked at me. He leaned in to kiss me on the lips. Soon, he was in bed with me, his body pressed against mine, our kisses growing deeper. I unbuttoned his stupid red pajamas. My hands roved all over his chest and down the lines of his hard stomach.
Brian was tall and lanky, with taut, wiry muscles that a girl could kiss for days. I traced my fingertips down the planes of his gentle six-pack until they skimmed over the bulge in his silk lounge pants. He let out a groan.
I massaged him through his pants and tried not to think about the last dick I felt or how huge it had been through Derek's jeans. Arousal stabbed through me at the thought. My thumb rubbed slowly over the tip of Brian's erection. I let it slide all the way down to the base of his dick and back to the top.
I knew the feel of the silk on his engorged head sent him wild. I kept sliding slow circles around his sensitive tip before making my way back down. His breathing hitched with every rotation I made, and I grinned. My Brian loved to be teased. I slipped my hand under his waistband and wrapped it around hot, hard flesh. He moaned in pleasure as my thumbs found pearls of precum and rubbed them up and down the head of his cock.
Soft, gentle, baiting swirls.
"Oh god, baby," he groaned, "I love the way you touch me."
I kissed him on the mouth before I took my hands out of his pants. I straddled him, allowing the thin straps of my negligee to slide down my shoulders until my breasts were exposed. He sucked in a breath before grabbing ample handfuls. My nipples jutted out, begging to be played with. He rolled them in his fingers softly. Too softly.
"Harder," I demanded, but he only pinched them timidly.
Like he was afraid he'd break me. I bet Derek would have wanted to break me. Fuck, no! Brian. I had to think about Brian! I reached between our bodies and pulled his cock out of his pants. I rubbed my pussy against his hardness. I also relished the sensual feel of my silk panties against my clit. I rubbed myself on him, stoking the flames of my own pleasure, and pulled hard at my nipple the way I wanted.
I leaned in and bit his earlobe. Perhaps a bit too hard, because he hissed at me before turning away to plant his own kisses on my neck. Gentle, fluttering sweet kisses that fanned the embers of my desire instead of causing them to combust. It was nothing I wasn't used to. I just ground against him harder, sparking those embers myself. Derek...he would have...
"You're sopping wet," Brian said, jolting me back to him.
His hands made their way up my thighs, pushing my nightgown above my hips. He rubbed the thick globes of my ass and grabbed my waist, moving me faster and faster against his dick. I practically purred at the commanding touch. I pulled my panties aside to watch as the head of his cock glided between my pussy lips.
My hands covered his at my hips, urging them to go harder, faster, but he didn't keep it up for long, stopping the moment I let go. The purr died in my throat. Bigger, stronger hands on my waist would have Derek's fat cock pummeling into me. Shit! No!
"I want you in my mouth," I told my husband in an attempt to keep thoughts of Derek at bay. Brian rewarded me with a sharp intake of breath.
I rubbed myself over his dick a few more times, hard the way I needed it, fanning my own flames. I took what I needed from him that he couldn't seem to give to me. When I had my fill, I placed kisses down his chest, circling his nipples with my tongue, blazing a hot trail down to my prize.
I reached his waist and playfully bit the elastic of his pants before pulling them off to reveal his nice, hard cock. It lay flat against his abdomen, nearly reaching his belly button.
I leaned down to continue my tease, letting my hot breath hit the tip. He moaned, and when I cupped his balls, Brian's eyes rolled into the back of his head. I kept massaging as I placed my lips at the base of him to lick my way up with agonizing slowness.
"Oh fuck, Lexie," he groaned.
I knew what my husband liked, and I knew exactly how he liked it. I focused on that to keep myself distracted from wayward thoughts. I didn't let myself think about how predictable this all was. Or how unpredictable Derek would be--no.
I tantalized my way up to the head of his dick only to stop with my mouth hovering above it. Brian was tense beneath me. His cock jumped with every hot breath I released. He loved the game, loved to be toyed with. I let the heat of my mouth tease him some more, drawing the moment out for as long as I could. His member was throbbing in my hands and, when I finally wrapped my lips around the head, he cried out.
His considerable length filled my mouth. He laid still as he let me work and set the pace. I began to move faster, my head bobbing up and down on his dick for a few beats before stopping all too soon. I had him wrapped around my little finger, coiled tight, only to be denied at the last moment. It was just the way he liked it. Part of me wondered if he wasn’t a secret masochist, he loved it so much.
Brian looked at me with pleading hunger in his eyes. Just once, I wished he would throw me down and have his way with me. I tossed the thought, along with ones of a certain black-haired brute I knew, out of my mind as I crawled up his torso, shoving my breasts in his face. He sucked softly on my nipples, sending tepid little ripples of pleasure shooting through me.
“Bite them, baby,” I moaned.
His teeth clamped around my sensitive little rosebuds, but they didn’t bite. He merely grazed them, sucking just a bit harder than before. The groan I released did little to hide my frustration. I didn’t know if he had noticed, but he gently lifted my hips to slide my panties down my thighs.
He dipped a finger into my wet entrance and glided it over my clit. He rubbed me in sure, steady strokes that warmed me up, but didn’t send me over the edge. I bucked my hips harder against his hand, deepening the pressure, making him give me what I wanted. What I needed. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
Soon, my undies were tossed away, and I had my legs spread wide over him. I guided his cock towards my drenched pussy. He slid it in with ease, moans of pleasure escaping him. I sat up tall and threw my head back as I began to ride him.
I rubbed against him hard and fast, in complete control, moaning at the pleasure of it. My hands fell to his shoulders as I ground harder, still pushing him deeper inside me. I always seem to want it deeper, harder, faster. I rocked forward until our foreheads were touching, my pace relentless over his cock. Brian panted and moaned into my ear, sending a cascade of delicious sensations coursing through my body.
I felt my orgasm swelling inside of me and began to ride the cresting wave of it. The pressure on my clit, along with his dick working me from the inside, sent stabs of pleasure washing through me, getting me close, but not quite there. And then...I closed my eyes and saw him...I tried, but I couldn't stop it. My mind had given up resisting as images of Derek looming over me, touching me, filling me up, rushed into my head.
I came hard, and screamed as I felt myself clamp down on Brian's dick. He let out a yelp as he was sent over the edge with me. We were breathless, sweating. My negligee was a sweaty, rumpled mess at my waist, but I didn't care. He planted sweet little kisses over my face before I rolled off of him to snuggle into the crook of his arm.
"That was amazing, Lexie," he looked down at me in wonder, a man wholly satisfied. It was an effort to keep my utter horror out of my face as I smiled up at him.
I untangled myself from him to turn off the lights. Brian's soft snores filled the room in a matter of minutes, but I laid away looking up into the darkness. It was those fantasies of Derek that had made me come. Those fantasies were more satisfying and more fulfilling than what my husband was giving me.
I didn't understand it. Brian and I had good sex. I could say that objectively--I always orgasmed. It was always good. I enjoyed it. I loved fucking him! But, if I was honest, it had been the same kind of good for years now. He never listened when I told him to go harder. He never seems to be able to use me the way I wanted him to. So, sure, the sex was good, but it never quite scratched that itch.
What that itch was, I wasn't sure, but it was hard to explore when Brian was so soft with me, so willing to let me take the lead. It was even harder to ignore that, whatever that itch was, I knew it was one that Derek could most definitely scratch. Derek was just so much more dominant than Brian. He'd be in total control.
I shuddered under the covers at the thought. I decided right then that I had to stay away from Derek at all costs.
DEREK
I was almost glad to have the weekend away from that Vixen. The beast was thrashing in the cage I'd crammed it into. I didn't like doing that, but it was necessary. I'd never had to control it like this and I was on dangerous ground. Despite whatever connection we shared, when I saw that man's name flash on her screen, the fact that Alexandra was off limits became all too real.
Even if the feel of her beneath my hands had been exquisite. Even if I still hadn't had the taste of her that I so desperately needed. Even if I wanted all of her for myself.
Except, I would never have her all to myself. I'd always have to share her with Brian.
I wondered what kind of a man he was, if he'd present a real challenge to me or if he was just some rich asshole. I was willing to bet my money on the latter. Still, my career was on the line here. If I couldn't keep this controlled, if I gave in and took what I wanted from her, and then we were discovered, it would ruin me.
I had worked too hard and too long to see my success go to shit because I couldn't keep it in my pants. With all of my clients, these wealthy elite who flocked here, the men were the ones with their hands on the purse strings. None of them would hire me if I added "wife-fucker" to my list of credentials.
I could keep this contained. I could stay in control. I would be professional. I would keep my interactions with her to a minimum. It was simple--I'd just have to stay out of her hair, focus on the job, and leave at the end of the day. As long as she didn't make any moves on me, I'd be fine.
And considering I'd been the instigator in all of this, I didn't think I'd have to worry. Unless she decided to be masturbating with a vibrator while sunbathing nude by the pool the next time I showed up. God, I would devour her on the spot if she did something like that.
What was it about her? I got the uncanny feeling that not only did she want to let the beast out to play, but that she could handle it. That she was the one woman in the world who could be its match. But that was fucking ridiculous. The beast hurt people. And it especially wanted to hurt Alexandra. I had to keep away from her. It was for her own good.
She was my client, nothing more and nothing less. End of story. I would stay away even if it killed me.
Chapter Seven
LEXIE
It was Friday, and it was hot.
I woke up this morning to a call from Em. She'd invited herself over to, as she put it, "get an eyeful of that hunk of ass in your house." We were lounging by the pool, drinking sparkling wine, and gossiping. I hadn't told her about what happened with Derek. Last weekend went by all too fast, and I'd been sad to see Brian leave on Sunday night. He was my shelter from the storm, and his absence left me abandoned to Derek's whims.
Or so I'd thought.
True to his word, Derek and his crew got to work early on Monday, but the week had gone by without incident. In fact, our interactions had been nothing but professional and short. Now that he had a key to the house, they came and went as they pleased, and I could count the number of times I'd seen him this week on one hand.
He still smoldered at me every time we were in the same room, making me blaze in response, but it seemed that couldn
't be helped. I guessed he'd realized as much as I did that we had to keep a distance from one another. I wasn't sure if I was happy or sad about it, but I did know it was necessary.
"God, I love watching that man boss his crew around," Em interrupted my thoughts, "he's so commanding, so perfectly in charge."
Emma came from a long line of social elite stemming from the Upper East Side, and when you looked at her, you could see it. You could see it in the way every inch of her was professionally groomed and manicured, every piece of clothing perfectly tailored, and in the gleam of her too-white, too-staring teeth. She had the kind of beauty that went beyond natural. It was bought with every laser treatment, injectable filler, and implant that money could buy.
"Yeah," I agreed, "It is pretty hot."
"What is it with these brooding controlling types that's so sexy?" she asked like she was pondering one of the deep existential quandaries of life. I laughed.
"Maybe it's the promise of being dominated in bed," I heard myself say to my horror. Okay, it was time to cut back on the wine.
"Hell yeah," she nodded, "you see a man like that and you know he's going to be in total control."
The sun was tracing a downward arc in the sky. We were both in bikinis, sitting in the shade, but it was still way too hot for early June. I'd found myself stealing glances at Em's huge boobs all day. I couldn't tell if they were bought or natural, but I wasn't sure it mattered because they were mesmerizing either way.
"Today was the perfect day for the pool," I said to her, biting into a cherry retrieved from the bowl between us.
"Yeah, and for ogling Derek Drake."
"You're obsessed, Em."
"Can you blame me? Don't act like you're not either. What's going on between you two anyways?"
I did my best to keep calm, but I couldn't quite hide the anxiety in my voice.
"Nothing," I said a bit too quickly. Em picked up on it instantly with that uncanny intuition of hers.