Seduced by Two

by Mia Ford

  Just before he would have touched her wetness, though, he stopped short. Veronica’s eyes snapped open, and she looked up at Frank in a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

  “Frank, please…” she whimpered beneath him. Veronica saw a spark in his eyes, and she nearly screamed as she felt his fingertips drag along her slit, gathering up her wetness before circling them around her clit.

  Veronica arched her hips up into the touch, and she spread her legs even wider. Frank continued to play at her, running his fingers and the flat of his palm against her soft folds. He kept the touches light and slow, certainly not enough to do anything more than tease her. Sometimes he would increase the pressure just enough to give her a taste of real pleasure, but then he would back off again.

  Additionally, no matter how much veronica ached for it, he did not slide his fingers into her. She ached to have something, anything inside of her as he inner walls ached for lack of something to latch onto. It finally became too much for her to take, and she looked up at Frank in desperation.

  “I need you inside me…” she whined at him, arching her hips up against his hand.

  “Oh yeah?” he teased her.

  Veronica felt him slide the tip of one finger just inside her dripping entrance, and her muscles immediately clamped down around it.

  “You really do need it,” Frank chuckled, and Veronica thought she might actually dissolve into tears.

  Frank withdrew his finger, and Veronica nearly started protesting, when she saw him moving to situate himself between her thighs. Veronica sighed out her relief, and he placed her hands on his shoulders. She brought her knees up alongside him, and when she felt his tip at her entrance, she shuddered involuntarily.

  Veronica bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut as he began to drag his tip along her entrance and up over her clit. She could feel her heart pounding and her thighs already quivering in anticipation.

  “May I?” Frank asked her, and Veronica nodded frantically. Frank gave her his pure white smile just as he thrust deep inside of her with one powerful thrust.

  Veronica barely managed to keep from sobbing at the feeling of him buried within her. She could not keep still, and she immediately began to roll her hips up into his. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and began to start bringing herself up and down his length.

  Frank, though, would have none of that. He seized her ankles and unwrapped them from around his body, and instead placed them on his shoulder. Veronica could feel him slide even deeper into her, and her jaw dropped as he looked down at her with a smirk.

  Frank began to pound into her with slow, hard thrusts. Each time he bottomed out inside of her, Veronica let out a soft huff of air. She could feel her orgasm slowly building up inside of her, but she knew that there was no way she would ever reach it at this pace. Still, the pleasure he was giving her was incredible, and she didn’t want to ruin that.

  Suddenly, Frank pulled out of her, and withdrew from her slightly. Veronica managed to come out of her haze of pleasure long enough to Catch Frank’s eye. She saw him slowly stroking his length as he knelt at the end of the bed.

  “Roll over,” he said softly, and Veronica felt a jolt of excitement rush through her core. She loved being taken from behind, but Calvin preferred other positions. She couldn’t even remember the last time.

  Veronica obeyed eagerly and her body hummed in anticipation. She felt Frank move behind her, and he situated her legs so they were closed together. When she felt his top at her dipping sex again, she buried her fingers in the bedclothes beneath her. She arched her hips back a little to encourage him, and she groaned quietly as he slid inside of her.

  This time, Frank started a slow and gentle rhythm that gradually ramped up Veronica’s climax. She could feel her body moving closer and closer to the edge, and as she grew nearer and nearer, he increased his pace and the strength with which he thrusted into her. Soon, she knew she was just about to go over the edge. She arched her back and tightened the muscles of her thighs, but just when her orgasm was about to crash over her, Frank pulled out.

  Veronica had experimented with edging and orgasm denial before, but it was still a cold shock when her approaching orgasm faded away, replaced once again by a burning need ten times as strong. She felt Frank’s hand gently stroking her ass, and she felt him running his head from the wetness of her slit up the crevice of her ass. Veronica’s head was still swimming with a mix of pleasure and desperation, and all she could do was moan softly.

  Finally, Frank sank into her again. Veronica felt her orgasm building up inside of her again. She hurried to clench her muscles and seize her own orgasm before Frank could deny it again, but it was in vain. As soon as he felt her clench up, he withdrew again, and Veronica sobbed into a nearby pillow.

  “Please Frank!” Veronica turned her head to the side to beg him. “I need to come, please, please let me come!”

  “Well…” Frank said lowly as he pressed back into her. “Since you said the magic word…”

  Veronica yelped into the pillow as he began again at a brutal pace. She panted and squirmed beneath him as he pounded into her, his fingertips digging into her hipbones to keep her still.

  For the third time, Veronica felt her orgasm bubbling up inside of her. She felt a pang of fear as she got closer and closer, still half worried that Frank would leave her aching again.

  When the first wave of her climax crashed into her, Veronica opened her mouth in a soundless scream, the pleasure absolutely overwhelming her. As Frank continued to take her for his own pleasure, she dissolved into a twitching, whimpering mess.

  Soon, Frank, too reached his end. With a few particularly hard thrusts, Veronica felt his cock jerk inside of her, and his hot seed filled her womb. He stayed buried deep within her for a moment before gently pulling out of her and moving off the bed. Veronica turned her head as the light of her bathroom flicked on.

  Frank returned with a warm, damp cloth. Veronica twitched a little as he gently bathed her sex, as it was still sensitive. Frank looked up at her at the movement.

  “You okay?” he asked her, his concerned eyes searching her face.

  “I’m wonderful,” Veronica smiled, and Frank visibly relaxed, smiling back.

  He left to return the rag to the bathroom and turn off the light. He made to get in bed with her but he hesitated. Veronica frowned.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “I just didn’t know…” Frank gestured to the bed. “You know, if you wanted me to leave for the night.”

  Veronica blinked, remembering her refusal to share a bed with him the night before. She considered asking him to leave, but she was not at all surprised to find that her heart sank at the very idea.

  “You can stay,” Veronica said softly. “If you like…”

  Frank looked a little surprised, but also pleased. He slowly moved back onto the bed, and the two moved to get the covers out from beneath their bodies. Once that was accomplished, the two laid down beside one another.

  Frank turned onto his side and propped his head up in the palm of his hand, and looked over at Veronica. A smile played at the corner of his lips. Veronica smiled back at him, her brows meeting.

  “What?” she asked him, mirroring his position to look back at him.

  “Nothing,” he said. “You’re just so beautiful.”

  Veronica smiled, and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips.

  “It’s been a while since I’ve done the pillow talk thing,” Veronica admitted, and Frank frowned a little.

  “Really?” he asked, moving his hand to gently trace over her upper arm.

  “Really,” Veronica softly confirmed. She knew she probably shouldn’t be talking about her relationship, but she was feeling strangely open and vulnerable, and she didn’t really feel like closing up just yet.

  “I mean, it was rare enough that we had sex,” Veronica spilled out. “And I mean when we did he sort of just… went to sleep. I guess it gets that way after y
ou’ve been together a while.”

  Frank said nothing, but Veronica drew from his expression that he didn’t agree with her.

  “What?” Veronica prodded, wanting him to bare all since she was doing the same.

  “I mean nothing,” Frank shook his head. “I just didn’t have that experience, is all.”

  It was veronica’s turn to be disbelieving.

  “You mean for as long as you were married, things never got even a little stale?” Veronica raised her eyebrow. She knew it was bold to bring up his wife, but she was in a bit of a bold mood anyway.

  Fortunately, Frank smiled and gave her a chuckle.

  “No, it never did,” he said with a shrug. “I was just always amazed and interested in her. She was… magical to me, I guess.”

  Veronica felt a chill, and a small pang of jealousy at the mention of his wife.

  “I wish I could relate,” Veronica shrugged.

  Frank was quiet for a moment, and he frowned.

  “So…” he started. “I take it your relationship with Calvin isn’t exactly living up to your expectations.”

  Veronica frowned and thought for a moment. There was a part of her that wanted to change the direction of this conversation. But there was another part of her that wanted to open up about her frustrations. In the end, the latter was the part of her that won out.

  “I didn’t really have any expectations, exactly,” Veronica said quietly. “And in the beginning things really were great. He was smart, and he was going somewhere. He still is. So, I just always felt lucky to be with him.”

  Frank listened quietly, his eyes locked on her.

  “I think domestic life got to me,” Veronica speculated aloud. “Just the whole do dishes, wash laundry, go to work, repeat cycle. And I always tell myself that’s what life is about… but there’s a part of me that really thinks there is something that I’m missing.”

  “Like what?” Frank asked, his voice barely more than a murmur.

  Veronica suddenly felt very vulnerable, and she blushed a little.

  “I don’t know…” Veronica whispered. “But I think I’m getting close to finding out…”

  Veronica looked into Frank’s eyes, and he smiled. Again, she felt her heart fill with tenderness as she looked over at him. The tenderness, though, was immediately followed by a rush of guilt, and she cast her eyes down and frowned.

  “What’s the matter?” Frank asked, and Ran his hand down to rest on her hip.

  Veronica was silent for a moment before she looked back up at him.

  “I’m cheating on my boyfriend,” she said with a dry laugh. Franks face fell a little slowly, and she could see his jaw clench.

  “I definitely never imagined myself in this situation,” Veronica admitted, moving to lie down on her back, allowing her to look up at Frank.

  “I have to say I never thought I’d be in this situation either,” Frank said softly, moving his hand to trace his fingertips over her stomach. “But then again, I never thought I’d feel about someone this way again…”

  Veronica looked up at him, and gave him a smile.

  “I never thought I could in the first place,” Veronica said softly. She reached up and ran her hand over Frank’s smooth jaw.

  They were quiet for a good little while after that. Veronica scooted her body closer to his, and Frank laid down and wrapped his arm around her waist.

  “I know this whole thing is unconventional,” Frank murmured softly. “But if it’s any consolation, I really do feel a connection with you.”

  Veronica let out a sigh, and then laughed.

  “This is crazy,” she shook her head. “But I feel it too. But I just can’t help but feel like it’s all happening so fast. Like this initial spark we feel is just going to fade, and I’ll be left with nothing.”

  “Hey, hey,” Frank soothed her, cupping her palm in his hand. “You’re never going to be left with nothing. Even if nothing more happens between us, I’m not just going to leave you high and dry. I care about you.”

  “Well that’s good to know,” Veronica said, though she was reluctant to believe him.

  “And yeah, we did just meet,” Frank said softly. “So maybe we should just take some time and try to get to know each other a little more, okay? We can talk, and just be around each other. We’ll both work, and you can still have your own time in the afternoons if you ever want to go anywhere. We can take things as slow or fast as you want. I really think there might be something here between us. And I’m not willing to just lose the chance of ever finding out.”

  Veronica was a little taken aback to find that he was so adamant and certain that there could be something between them.

  “As for me, I just have to be honest,” Frank went on, his tone very serious. “I want you to be mine. I want you now and forever. I know what I like, and I know when my soul is connected to someone else’s. We’re connected Veronica. And I will do whatever it takes to make you mine.”

  Veronica raised her brows. She certainly hadn’t expected him to speak so plainly and openly, and she hadn’t expected him to feel so strongly.

  “You don’t have to respond right now,” Frank said softly, giving her a small smile. “I just want you to know.”

  Veronica let out a soft laugh.

  “I think you made all your feelings pretty clear,” she said. Frank smiled and pulled her closer.

  “I’m a pretty open guy,” Frank smiled. “For a really long time I thought that holding in my emotions was going to make me stronger but… it really only made me hurt.”

  Veronica looked up at him and gave him a soft smile and a kiss.

  “I’m glad you figured it out,” she said to him.

  “I went through a lot of therapy as soon as I had the money,” Frank said with a hint of humor, but Veronica knew he was likely not joking.

  Veronica gave him a somewhat sad smile. Frank leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, and Veronica kissed him back tenderly. Her hands pressed against his chest, and her body arched into him a little. She had never felt so physically connected to someone in her life. And in spite of how much she regretted cheating on Calvin, and her uncertainty of where this relationship with Frank would lead, in this very moment, she was happy.

  They broke off from their kiss, and each of them gave the other a smile.

  “We’d better get to sleep,” Veronica said softly. “We both have jobs to attend to.”

  Frank chuckled and pulled her closer.

  “You’re right, of course,” he murmured as he nuzzled into her hair. “I guess it’s goodnight then.”

  “Goodnight then,” Veronica murmured back. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “I’ll see you now,” Frank purred, and placed a kiss on her neck.

  Veronica laughed. As she faded away into sleep, she basked in the feelings of contentedness that she was feeling after having gone so long without them.

  For the next several weeks, Veronica’s life at Franks estate went much like the first several days. In the morning, the each worked out and then met for a rendezvous in the kitchen before the girls arose, and then they went their separate ways, Frank to his office and Veronica remaining at home to take care of the girls.

  For her part, Veronica grew to feel like this was the home, and practically the family she had always wanted. When she was a little girl, she had always imagined what her life would be like as an adult, and this was very close if you subtracted the mansion-like home.

  Every now and then, of course, she had her moments of doubt. She remembered that she was no more than an employee here, and in spite of Frank’s assurances that he had feelings for her and that his intentions were to win her over, the cynical part of her mind insisted that she was just a way for him to pass the time until the next nanny got there.

  It was in these moments that Veronica felt exceedingly guilty for ever even entertaining the thought of cheating on Calvin. In spite of the fact that their relationship was less than thri
lling, there had been nothing truly wrong with it. And up until recently, they had both been faithful to one another.

  It certainly didn’t help that while she was delving into a potential relationship with Frank, Calvin was still trying hard to save theirs. It seemed that he had actually listened when she voiced her complaints about their relationship, and was actively seeking to build her up more. Unfortunately, he was only serving to fuel her guilt for being constantly unfaithful to him.

  They spoke on the phone every day, though, and one day, Calvin suggested that she take an afternoon off and go see him. Veronica had no idea what to say.

  “Just one afternoon,” Calvin pressed, his tone hopeful. “It doesn’t go against the terms of your contract. Davenport should be home at that time, right?”

  “Yes, of course,” Veronica said. She didn’t know how to tell him how much the terms of their contract had changed in the time she had been there.

  “Great!” Calvin said. “So that’s a yes?”

  Veronica sighed, and ran her hand over her face.

  “I can’t say,” Veronica said. “Davenport is my boss; I have to run it by him.”

  “But I mean it shouldn’t be a problem, right?” Calvin said easily. “I mean he said he would allow you time off.”

  “Yeah, of course, you’re right,” Veronica said a little snappishly, her emotional turmoil starting to rise to the surface.

  “I mean, if it’s too much trouble for you, you can just forget about it,” Calvin said kindly, but Veronica could hear the disappointment in his voice.

  “No, no,” veronica insisted. “Of course I want to go, baby. I just have to ask first, okay?”

  “Okay,” Calvin answered, and his voice was filled with relief.

  “I’ll talk to him about it tonight and I’ll tell you what he said tomorrow,” Veronica said. “And if it all goes well maybe we can set a date and time.”

  “Great!” Calvin said, excitement evident in his voice. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow then. I love you.”

  “I love you too,” Veronica said, her heart heavy. “Goodbye.”

  “Goodbye,” she heard Calvin say, and she immediately hung up the phone.