by Dahlia Kent
When I attempted to rise, he settled a hand on my shoulder.
“I want you to stay on your knees and wrap those pouty, angry lips around my cock.”
I moved my gaze to his flesh. I was about to wrap my fingers around his length when he spoke.
“Wait.” He stepped free of his pants and helped me up to my feet. Then he sat on the edge of the bottom of the bed where Robert sat nearby.
As shame and anger coursed through me, I didn’t move to him. I knew why he did that. He wanted to rub salt in the open wound.
He smirked. “This way, your husband can see his beautiful wife and her pretty little mouth filled with another man’s cock.” He gestured for me to move closer. Reluctantly, I did.
I sank onto my knees between his legs and wrapped my fingers around his length. I felt Robert’s gaze scorching me from where he sat, but I didn’t look. Instead I kept my eyes lowered on my objective.
Nicholas’ cock.
But what bothered me the most was that whenever I tried to make myself disappear from the moment, Nicholas did something to ground me back to the present. Like the way he stopped me before I put his cock in my mouth with a caress across my cheek. The way his gaze held mine, his filled with obvious need for me.
“I want you to look at me when you put me in your mouth, Grace,” he said. “I am not going to let you will yourself away. You’re going to be right here with me. Feel everything and remember it. You will never forget tonight.”
Eight
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I slid my lips over the head of his cock. He groaned, sinking his fingers into my hair, fisting it. He was thick, hard and warm in my mouth, his skin smooth. I stroked him as I sucked him and to my deep shame, I found satisfaction in his groans of pleasure.
Then without warning, he pulled me off his length and to my feet. He moved me to lie on the bed and climbed on top of me. Hovering over me, he looked down at me with lust. I shivered, steeling myself for the moment when he’d push into my body.
Instead he leaned over the side of the bed and collected his tie.
“Give me your hands.”
I lifted my hands to him and he secured my wrists together with the tie. Then he raised them above my head and tied my hands to the bed’s headboard.
“What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer. He bent and pressed a kiss to my chest. His hands sliding down my body, his kisses moved with him. Feathering across my flesh, each warm press of his lips chipped away at my resolve not to enjoy this.
His mouth came down on my right breast, his warm wet tongue sliding over my nipple. I shut my eyes and I clenched my teeth to hold back the moan. But he did it again and again. And try as I might to hold it back, a soft moan escaped me.
Mortification choked me. I’d been studiously avoiding looking at Robert and now I definitely couldn’t.
Oh god.
Did Robert hear me?
Nicholas made a hum of satisfaction and I opened my eyes to meet his gaze. His hazel eyes were filled with triumph.
I wished my hands were free so I could slap him.
Then he smirked as he moved his hands between my legs. His fingers parted my slit and rubbed my clit. I arched my hips and moaned louder than before and this time I was certain Robert heard it.
Nicholas continued to circle me and I felt myself growing wet. He eased down my body and I sensed what he was going to do next. I trembled because I knew there was no escaping this torment.
He spread my legs wide for him, revealing me to his hungry gaze. Then he bent and pressed his mouth on me. I whimpered and raised my hips as the damp warm air from his mouth glided over my sensitive nub.
My hands tugged on the tie, wishing they could be free to sink my fingers in his hair. Nicholas licked me, tasting me, his tongue wet and eager on my clit. I squirmed beneath him, panting. He lapped at me, each lick cooling yet stoking the fire between my legs.
His finger invaded me next and its easy entry was testament to how wet he made me. I couldn’t hold back my moans anymore at all. It was the only sound that filled the room. When he sucked my clit into his mouth while simultaneously sliding his tongue across it, that was my undoing.
The tension building in my body released. My arms strained as my body went rigid and I climaxed. I shivered as I fell, tossing my head to the side.
When my climax lessened, I open my eyes and discovered to my shame that Robert was looking at me. His features were filled with so much fury and betrayal. I looked away.
Nick climbed on top of me again, hovering over me. He undid the ties around my wrists so my hands were free. I wished he’d kept them tied. At least that way I could pretend to myself he’d robbed me of my ability to move or get free from his touch. And I suspected that was why he freed my hands. So I could remember that I didn’t fight any of this.
He reached over the side of the bed and retrieved a condom. After sliding it onto his length, he rubbed himself along my slit and I whimpered.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Grace?”
I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Not with Robert watching me and hating me.
“Please …” I begged.
“Please what?”
“Don’t make me say it.”
“You should say it. Your husband ought to hear how well his plan worked out for all of us. To save himself, he offered your body to me and despite your words to the contrary, you are more than willing to give it.” He licked my earlobe. “So tell me, Grace, do you want my cock inside you?”
“Yes …” I gasped in shame. “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”
“Mm. Good girl.”
He nuzzled my neck and thrust into me. My hands flew up to his shoulders as I cried out from being entered. He groaned as he pushed into me until he was all the way in. I trembled beneath him, my pussy squeezing around his girth. He was bigger than Robert, the weight of him pressing me into the bed different too.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, nuzzling my neck again. Then he looked up and to the side at Robert. “Your wife’s pussy is heaven, Mr. Kennedy.”
I didn’t look, but I could only imagine the murderous expression on Robert’s face. I was about to tell Nicholas to stop taunting Robert like that when he proceeded to move in me. I gasped, raising my hips to meet his thrusts.
Raising himself a little, he ground himself into me, increasing his thrusts. The sheets rustled with our movements, and it was hard to just lie there and let Nicholas use my body. I struggled not to be an active participant, but my body betrayed me.
My legs lifted to wrap around him, my arms sliding around his neck. He looked down at me, his eyes hooded and filled with satisfaction. His gaze fell to my lips and he bent down slowly as if to kiss me, but he reconsidered and pressed his lips to my neck where my pulse beat rapidly.
Abruptly, he rolled us so I was the one on top.
“I want you to ride my cock and come on it, baby.”
My legs astride him, his fingers gripping my hips, I planted my hand on his chest, leaned forward and did as he ordered. I blocked out everything. I blocked out the shame and that Robert was here. I focused only on Nicholas’ cock driving up into me, stroking me harder and faster to another orgasm.
Nicholas moved his hand up to cup my breasts and pinched and tweaked my nipples.
You like it.
You like it that your husband is watching this bad, bad man fuck you.
I threw my head back and moaned softly as another wave of intense pleasure pulled me under. Nicholas groaned, his thrusts increasing to draw out my orgasm.
As I came down off my high, he moved me into another position on my knees where I faced Robert. I tried to turn away, but Nicholas held me in place. He was tormenting me again. He wanted me to face Robert while I took his cock from behind.
He speared me, driving into me with a grunt that rocked me forward. I shut my eyes and hung my head, but he twined a fistful of my hair around his hand and pulled my head up. He lea
ned over me, his lips against my ear.
“Keep your eyes open and look at your husband while I fuck you, sweetheart.”
Was this what he got off on?
He liked humiliating Robert?
You get off on it too.
His possessive hands digging into my hips, he pounded into me, our flesh slapping together. He reached a hand around me between my legs and circled my clit, the sweet slide of his cock inside me making me moan.
Before long I felt another orgasm building between my legs. His thrusts were becoming less measured too, his cock harder than ever.
“Nick …” escaped me on a soft exhale at the same time I came hard.
“Fuck …” Nicholas groaned as his cock swelled inside me before he found his own release. He grunted, his cock pulsing inside me.
Breathing heavily, he pulled from me and let me sag onto the bed.
I blinked slowly. Although a voice said not to do it, I still looked at Robert.
And there he sat, his gaze burning with absolute hatred for me.
Nine
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Although Nicholas offered me to use his shower, I didn’t accept. I wanted to leave this place as fast as possible.
“Consider your debt paid in full,” said Nicholas. But the way he looked at me left me unconvinced. I didn’t linger on that thought. I was relieved when he told the two men in suits to drive us home.
Although the men didn’t threaten us this time with injury if we made a sound, the ride home was tense and quiet between me and Robert. I couldn’t see his face because we were blindfolded again, but I felt the anger radiating from him.
And honestly, I didn’t care. I was too caught up with the fact that I still felt Nicholas’ touch all over my body. I still felt him moving between my legs, my nipples still tender from his mouth and fingers on them, the tingles of my climax pricking my thighs. With Robert’s constant travelling, it had been a while since we made love. Even so, Robert had never taken me the way Nicholas did tonight with such fierce need.
My face and neck were hot and I felt claustrophobic in the car. Finally, the men brought the car to a stop, removed our blindfolds, and released us. Thankfully Robert still had his fob to let us into the building. When the men in suits took us, they didn’t even let us lock our door. So it was easy to yank it open and race to the bathroom.
I stripped like a madwoman and turned on the shower to the hottest setting I could just barely tolerate. The scalding water stung me as I stood underneath the powerful torrent, but I was willing to take the pain if it would rid my body and my memory of what happened tonight.
In the shower, I finally gave up on being tough and let myself cry. I wrapped my arms around myself and let the shower water mix with my tears. My emotions were in turmoil, seesawing wildly between betrayal and rage for what happened to me, and disappointment and mortification in myself.
I wanted vengeance for tonight but I didn’t know against who. Robert, because he was the one who offered me? Or Nicholas, because he was the one who took me?
Or myself? Because the sick part of me loved every moment of it, even the part that Robert had to watch?
When my skin started to prune I got out of the shower. I reached for my towel and wrapped it around me. I stared at myself in the mirror. It was my face staring back, but it was unrecognizable somehow.
In the quiet, Nicholas’ voice and his promise returned to me.
You will never forget tonight.
I turned away from the mirror and headed to the bedroom. I pushed open the door to find Robert seated on the edge of his side of the bed.
He was still dressed, but his clothing was wrinkled and his hair was mussed as if he ran his hand repeatedly through it. Seated on the bedside table was a bottle of Scotch with only a quarter remaining. In his hand the glass was half-empty. That Scotch had been unopened. He’d drank nearly all of a bottle while I showered?
He glowered at me when I entered.
“Did it work?”
It was the first thing he said to me since we returned. His eyes were glassy and filled with anger. Something about his demeanour wasn’t right. It was tense, his knuckles white as he gripped the glass.
“Did what work?”
He set the glass of Scotch down and launched to his feet. He swayed a bit but remained upright as he sneered at me.
“Your attempt to wash the slut off you.”
It was as if he reached out and slapped me.
“Maybe you’re too drunk to remember you’re the reason why Nicholas—why tonight happened, you bastard.”
“Yeah. But after how you behaved tonight, I’m not sorry I did it.” He laughed and there was no humour to it. He shuffled closer and I tightened my grip on my towel and edged away from him. “You’re a whore who likes fucking other men. Maybe what I should have done is offered Vidal to let you fuck him and his bodyguards. Bet you would have loved that. Three dicks stretching out every hole on your body.”
Sickened by his crass language, I shook with renewed rage. “I want you to leave, Robert.”
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do!” He lurched for me, grabbing my hand. Alarmed, I yanked it free, but he was surprisingly strong and held me still. The towel sagged from my body, leaving me naked, and I felt incredibly vulnerable.
In all of our years together, in all the arguments we’d had, the most Robert had ever done was raise his voice at me. I’d never believed him capable of violence, never feared he’d strike me. But as he loomed over me, I saw the rage contorting his handsome face into an ugly thing.
“Robert, you’re hurting me!”
“I don’t fucking care! I used to think highly of you, Grace. But I guess tonight had to happen to show me your true colours.” He swept a disgusted look over my body. “I took that money to make a better life for you and how do you thank me? By fucking another man right in front of me!”
He shook me hard and I screamed. I tried to push him away with my free hand. He raised his hand, palm open, ready to slap me.
“Robert!”
His hand stilled and his nostrils flared as he huffed out a Scotch-laden breath in fury. The hate swirling in his brown eyes made my heart leap in terror.
“He told you to remember tonight, but I’m going to remember it too.” He lowered his hand as well as his voice. The silken tone was laced with a dark, threatening note. “And you better believe that I’m going to make you pay.”
Ten
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Sunlight sliced through the gap in the drawn curtains, casting an amber line across the ceiling and the foot of the bed.
Outside, rumbling cars and muted, faraway voices disturbed the eerie quiet inside my bedroom.
I lay on my back with my palms flat on my stomach and my ankles crossed. I stared up at the white, stucco ceiling, only vaguely aware of the dimpled pattern above me. Instead, my mind travelled to the past.
To last night.
To the ugly revelations haunting me several hours later.
To the moment a dark, destructive force broke apart the life I’d worked so hard to build.
Not only had I learned my husband’s shameful secrets, I’d discovered his betrayal. Robert, the man I married, turned out to be a thief who’d used his ill-gotten gains to support his gambling addiction.
When he’d found himself in trouble, he’d turned to a monster for help. And when he failed to repay what he owed in cash, he selfishly offered my body to the monster to clear his debt.
Despite my attempt to keep the memory buried, it unearthed with unsettling clarity. Nicholas Vidal’s features bloomed bright and real, as if he faced me.
The mirth in his hazel eyes when he revealed his wicked intentions.
The hunger darkening them when he loomed over me.
His insistent growl I was his.
The warm, soft caress of his lips on my skin.
His fingers gripping me, digging into me, claiming me.
His body pressing me into his bed, h
is thick flesh hard and hot thrusting into me.
All while my treacherous husband watched.
My nipples became hard points. A flutter pulsed in my stomach, coiling its way down to an ache between my legs.
Along with the stirrings of arousal came the mortification. The deep shame that I enjoyed what Nicholas Vidal did to me. That some dark part of me still wanted him even though I knew it was wrong.
Abruptly, I sat up and rubbed my eyes so hard, they hurt where my fingers pressed against my eyelids. But pain was good. Pain was an easy, quick remedy when the past whispered reminders of things that should be forgotten. Pain put life into perspective.
What happened last night wasn’t the worst. As long as I still had freedom and breath in my body, I still had the ability to rebuild myself. I’d done it before, I could do it again. Unpleasant experiences weren’t an opportunity to wallow, but to learn and improve. I’d discovered the truth about my husband and that our lives weren’t as trouble-free as I’d hoped.
Whenever clients came to me requesting alterations, my goal was to fix it until they were happy. I could apply a similar logic to my life. Something was wrong. It needed an alteration. I’d find and apply the best solution.
My fingernails dug into the mattress where I gripped the edge. I looked over my shoulder. Robert’s side of the bed remained undisturbed. After his horrible behaviour, he’d stormed out of the apartment. I’d stayed up late into the night, fearful of his return. At some point the emotional turmoil had taken its toll and I’d dozed off in a fitful rest.
Where did he go?
Why should I care?
He’d lied to me, stolen from me, betrayed me, used me, threatened me, hurt me. I shouldn’t give a shit what happened to the bastard. And yet I did. It was too soon to suddenly shut off how I felt for a man I’d known for nearly a decade.
I grabbed my purse from the beige tufted armchair and rooted out my phone. No calls or text from Robert. Maybe I should call him, find out if he was in trouble… again. He was drunk before he left. What if he’d hurt himself? And if he did, should I be happy?