Forget Me Not 2_SEDUCED

by Liv Bennett

  “Get naked, bend down, hum a song,” I repeat, my embarrassment keeping my gaze down on her hand as she pushes the headphones at me.

  With a low chuckle, she exits the bedroom. I’d understand if she were a concerned mother trying to get her virgin son his first sexual experience, but this…a wife practically throwing a naked woman into her husband’s arms? Just surreal!

  I walk into the bathroom where I am to spread myself open for Kenneth. Only, I already did that yesterday when I flashed him my pussy while he made the huge mistake of kneeling beneath the table. That provoking move didn’t get him anywhere closer to Loraine’s goal, and actually made it worse. Loraine’s current plan will be just a repetition of yesterday at best, if I can really get him to walk in on me.

  I pull my t-shirt over my head and toss it on the floor. With my phone in the sink and the headphones connected to it and safely placed in my ears, I grab a bottle of lotion, squirt it generously in my palm and bend forward from my hips. I make sure to keep my legs straight to give him the spectacular view Loraine is so keen for him to see.

  Slowly and one at a time, I rub my toes and then move on to the tops of my feet. Already, only a few seconds into my pose, my legs are starting to show signs of fatigue, my muscles cramping painfully. With my bad luck, he’ll take his time working out and even add a new set of bench presses or something. And, I’ll be stuck in this position so long, I’ll need muscle relaxants to be able to walk again.

  The headphone cables hang down on either side of my head, so does my hair. Blood pools in my head and face. I must look like a ripe tomato. Not exactly a sexy look to lure men in. And definitely not a stubborn man of Kenneth’s caliber.

  I wonder what it’d take to break his determination. Blackmail? Telling him the truth about Loraine’s affair? Or her abortion? I bet he’ll just get murderously angry, rather than turned on.

  I start counting to have an idea how much time has passed and suddenly hear my phone move. It doesn’t ring or vibrate and makes me wonder if I’ve heard it right. To get some relief on my hips and the backs of my legs, I straighten up slowly and stand, my eyes quickly searching for a clue as to Loraine’s call.

  If she indeed called me, it’ll be only seconds until Kenneth bursts into the bathroom.

  “Jesus!”

  I hear him suddenly and freeze in panic. The damn headphones slide down my ears at that exact time, and a jolt of pain slices through my hips. He’s here, in the same room with me while I’m buck naked, but not in the right position Loraine had envisaged.

  “What the fuck are you doing in my bathroom?” he yells, obviously missing the keyword ‘naked’ in his question.

  I wouldn’t be able to answer him even if I was pain-free, but the pain searing my back won’t allow me to think, much less come up with a reasonable answer. My hands move to the painful spot a little above my hips, and I moan, but I’m afraid it comes out sounding like a moan of pleasure rather than pain. God, how much more pathetic can I get?

  Instead of pointing out my obvious insanity, he lets out a breath of frustration and strides out, shutting the door loudly behind him.

  I won’t have either the audacity or the courage to look him in the eye again, and not even the very real possibility of winding up penniless on the streets can change that fact.

  CH 13

  ~

  Still in pain, I manage to slide back into my t-shirt and hurry the hell out of Loraine’s bedroom. One time back in third grade, my shoe came off while running on the school grounds and the students witnessing it burst into a contagious laughter once they discovered my sock had a giant hole in the big toe. I was mortified that day, but still it was nothing compared to the shame overwhelming me now.

  I run into my bedroom and hide myself in the bathroom, hoping Monika won’t wake up before I can get ahold of myself. Of course, my phone immediately buzzes with a text from Loraine. She must be at the end of her patience at yet another of my half-assed attempts to lure her husband into the treacherous waters of an extramarital affair.

  My finger hovers over the screen for a moment, while I try to get over my hesitation.

  ‘He knows!’

  I straighten up, startled, shocked. What exactly does he know? That Loraine hired me to have sex with him? She should have known; forcing me to show up naked in their private bathroom wouldn’t get past him. Kenneth runs a multi-million-dollar company. He must have realized his own wife’s role in the whole scheme.

  Oh, well. At least, he won’t blame me for going after a married man.

  Another text appears on the screen. ‘You’ll have to send your friend back to her home for tonight’s final act.’

  Goodness! Really? She won’t give up?

  What does she expect me to do now? It’s not like there’s a part of my body left that Kenneth hasn’t seen yet. And every single time, he’s turned me down. How many more blows to my ego I can take is another question that remains unanswered.

  Since the final act will be tonight, I’ll have the day to myself. Monika and I can have a fun day while Kenneth is at work, and hopefully, Loraine will be busy with her lover.

  The kids won’t be waking up for another hour and a half, which is enough time for a round of laundry. Monika is deeply asleep, arms and legs sprawled all over my bed. The noise I make while piling the dirty clothes into the laundry basket apparently isn’t loud enough to pull her back from dreamland.

  Lifting the basket onto my right hip, I exit the bedroom and head for the laundry room in the basement. I tiptoe down the stairs although judging by the faint murmurs coming from Loraine’s bedroom, she and Kenneth won’t see me hauling the laundry basket of sensual dresses down to the laundry room.

  The laundry room is located in the basement, next to Kenneth’s gym. The cool air soothes my agitated nerves as my feet pad swiftly on the cold marble floor of the basement. The beasts of workout equipment in Kenneth’s gym grab my attention and slow my pace, but I make it a point to just take care of the laundry.

  Shaking my head, I walk right to the laundry room and empty the contents of the basket into the washer. Something changes in the air right then, and it’s not related to the laundry detergent I’m pouring into the washer.

  Fear stops me from moving, and the hair on my neck rises as my heartbeat shoots up.

  He is here…he has come after me.

  “Take off your panties and bend over the dryer,” he shouts, though he’d have elicited the same lustful moan from me even if he’d whispered. Every fiber in my body reacts to his words with an uncontrollable wave of desire.

  My lips part. My mouth goes dry. Has the moment of victory arrived at last? Have my mortifying efforts come to fruition? My hands shake as I move them around my hips. Hopefully, Loraine has surveillance cameras installed in this tiny room so she’ll have proof of her husband’s infidelity…that is, if he actually crosses that line. The line I’ve been diligently trying to demolish since day one.

  CH 14

  ~

  My hands grip the corners of the dryer in the laundry room, my body pressed against it per his order. The sweat-soaked, white, cotton t-shirt, the only thing I’m wearing, barely covers the top of my bare buttocks. I tighten my fingers against the dryer to resist the urge to pull the t-shirt down.

  My cheeks are hot with humiliation and my mind wonders what he must be thinking.

  “That ass…” he said just yesterday with an acute longing in his voice, the only time he referred to any part of my body. And even so, he didn’t finish his sentence; just kept me guessing about what he meant.

  My knees tremble, and my feet turn colder the longer I stand on the marble floor. The floral scent of the detergent makes me feel nauseous and dizzy but not as much as the fear of the unknown.

  I dare tilt my head, only a little bit though, to see if he’s still behind me, although I know there’s no way in hell he’ll forgive my last move and leave me be.

  He’s furious. He’s always been for most of t
he time I’ve known him, but this time, anger is fuming out of his ears. He’s murderous. Speechless. He’s not even breathing. I can’t foresee his next move. I’m not even sure how long has passed since he cornered me inside this claustrophobic tiny laundry room. Everything about his house is majestic, save for the laundry room where he has chosen to confront me. My bad luck has always been an active and loyal participant in my life.

  One minute I’m loading the washer with dirty clothes, the next minute he’s shouting in my ear to take off my panties and bend over the dryer.

  My mind is exhausted. I can’t hold in my feelings any longer. I want to turn around to look at him, come clean about everything, and apologize for the depraved games I’ve played with him.

  I feel him move toward me, and my nipples harden against the soft fabric of my t-shirt. I want his hands all over me and his fingers exploring my sex, to turn this moment of humiliation into a wildfire of passion. I’ve been longing for him for so long; his mere presence has me drenched and aching for his touch.

  But, he hasn’t touched me. Ever. He’s eye-fucked me countless times. He’s yelled, threatened, and even openly told me to get out of his life before, but he has never laid a finger on my body, never made a physical contact.

  Cold air hits my thighs, but hot flames are spreading between my legs. My heartbeat pounds against my chest, my breathing short. The waiting is killing me.

  He moves even closer to me and suddenly his hand threads into my hair and yanks me back with a painful force. I scream in panic and sorrow. The first physical contact between us has to be like this?

  I tremble and fall back against the hard torso I’ve been dying to feel since the first time I saw him. The rough surface of his jeans brushes against my buttocks, the warmth of his body turning up the heat inside me to an unbearable degree.

  Panicked and fearful, I glance up at him and see his blue eyes flash with anger as they glare down at me.

  “Did you seriously think you had me figured out?” he whispers, each word radiating menace and revenge. “You think you know my weaknesses. You think I’ll fall for your sneaky little games sooner or later.” His hand pulls my hair more, forcing my head to press hard against his shoulder. “Don’t you?”

  Unsure of how to answer him, I groan to convey my pain and fear. My tongue wouldn’t move anyway.

  “Answer me!” he yells into my ear, and I wince in more pain. He’ll murder me and bury my corpse in the woods. That’s actually what he should do to fix the problem once and for all.

  I scream again, hoping he’ll see my fear and let me go. Instead, he shoves me against the dryer, my hips hitting hard against the sharp edge of the machine. His hand lands on my back, between my shoulder blades, and presses me down to keep me in place. An unnecessary move, since I wouldn’t be able to run away anyway.

  My nipples harden both in pain and pleasure. My thin t-shirt is rolled way up around my waist. And his hand is still on my back, slowly moving down toward my ass. My breath catches in my throat as the anticipation builds inside my chest. I can feel my sex swell and dampen for him, for his touch, and I’m pretty sure he’ll deprive me of it.

  Nonetheless, his palm is now crossing from my t-shirt over to my bare skin. This is the very first time his skin has touched mine.

  The thrill of finally feeling his heat and the hard planes of his body will make my heart explode. My clit throbs in hunger; desire pulsates through my wet folds. I’ve been yearning for this moment and dreaming of it every night.

  My senses are heightened; my lips part to gasp for air.

  He runs his finger down the crack of my ass. He grunts when his fingers slide between the moist lips of my sex, probing my tender flesh, his skin coated with my arousal. “Jesus!”

  My mind turns foggy and my eyes close, the rest of my senses focused on only him. I still sharply when I feel his finger move further until it hits the tight knob of my clit. Even with my back turned against him and my eyes closed, I can sense his struggle as he circles the tip of his finger around my clit. Both of us know this will bring his end without a doubt, although neither of us can stop.

  I am unable to prevent the involuntary rocking of my hips in rhythm with his moves. Nor am I able to stop the moans escaping my lips each time he presses the pad of his thumb against my clit, the heated pleasure of it making my eyes roll back in their sockets. The muscles inside my sex clench as the craving for release wraps around my body like a thick blanket. Sweat drops gather around my forehead.

  Each new second he keeps his hand between my legs is another step into insanity.

  His finger moves back slightly, abandoning my trembling clit, and then suddenly dips into my wetness, rubbing the throbbing flesh inside my sex. With a moan, I push my ass against him, wanting him deeper and harder.

  “You want me to rub your little cunt until you come, don’t you? You need it so badly, you’re ready to throw away your life for a momentary pleasure.” He chuckles, clearly amused, then his voice turns to steel when he says, “Some nights I go to bed with the thought of fucking you senseless driving me crazy. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t work. It’s your doing, all of it.”

  I gasp and pant in desperation, as the friction of his finger inside me has me trembling with an agonizing need for release. Panic rises inside me when he stops his movements.

  “Please, don’t stop,” I mumble, fearful of not being able to get the relief my body demands.

  “Do you want it?”

  “Oh, yes, please,” I cry, my desire too great to contain.

  As if my begging meant nothing, he yanks his finger out of me, cutting all the physical contact between us, and moves away.

  “Do you honestly think you deserve my affection?” are the last words leaving his mouth, before I hear the door shut behind me.

  CH 15

  ~

  It’s the dreaded Monday. The last day I’m contracted to sabotage Loraine’s marriage and assist her into an easy divorce. My nerves are too tense, every little sound makes me startle.

  Since the tormenting encounter in the laundry room, where the seducer became the seduced, Kenneth has made sure he and I wouldn’t bump into each other. And despite Loraine’s crafty plots, I haven’t been able to get another chance to be alone with Kenneth.

  A teardrop slides down my cheek as I pack my suitcase with my new clothes. It seems, they’ll be the only thing I’ll get out of my deal with Loraine, unless she decides to pay me for the few hours I took care of her children.

  I realize, the loss of two-hundred grand isn’t the only reason for my sadness. This house, Jamie and Jack, even Loraine…This has been the first time I’ve lived with a family without feeling like an outsider. I felt safe and protected and I witnessed love straight from its core. The affection each family member has for the other has touched me, too. And I’m grateful to Loraine for taking me in and never letting me feel inferior.

  When the suitcase is fully packed, I place the dresses in a large garment bag and then sink into the bed. That, too, I’ll miss, especially since I’m sure there’ll be plenty of sleepless nights I’ll be turning and tossing on my old bed.

  A soft knock on the door, and I jump to my feet to get it. Loraine stands at the doorway with a worried look on her face, her lips slightly curled up into a smile. She hasn’t managed to get herself together the last couple of days and now looks even sicker than the day of her abortion. Her recent haircut did only a little to improve her depressed looks, but her sleeveless blue dress accentuates her body nicely, bringing out her curves. Judging by the black leather purse hanging from her shoulder and the keys in her hand, she’s about to go out.

  “Are you all set?” Her blue eyes shimmer with sadness while they skim over my suitcase and garment bag.

  “Mostly. I’ll clean up the room before I leave.” I rub my forearm and step back to let her enter, in case she wants to inspect the room.

  “Of course not!” Lines form on her otherwise wrinkle-free fore
head as her eyebrows pull together. She shakes her head at my suggestion. “We have a housemaid who takes care of housekeeping. You don’t have to lift a finger.”

  “Thank you.”

  She steps into my room and closes the door behind her. “I know how hard the last few days have been for you. I’d like to thank you for having the courage to help me with my rather perverted plan. I appreciate all the effort you put into trying to make it work.”

  I purse my lips tightly together to keep myself from commenting on her remark. Whereas a part of me has already deemed her as crazy for wanting to wreck her dreamlike family life, another part of me feels sorry for her. She must have serious mental issues for even considering ruining the father of her kids that way.

  “Although we still have one more day to go, I don’t want you to leave here empty-handed.” She pulls an envelope out of her purse and pushes it into my hand. “Take this.”

  My lips tremble and I gaze at the envelope with gratitude. She hasn’t overlooked my efforts. More than the urge to open the envelope, I’m struggling to resist the impulse to hug her. “Thank you very much!”

  Her hand raises, stopping me before I can pour out a long speech about my gratitude. “You’re welcome.” Adjusting the strap of her purse back on her shoulder, she walks past me and glances out the window. “Tonight is an important night. It’s going to make or break our deal. I’m aware you outdid yourself to follow each step of my plan, but tonight I expect you to be extra diligent. Can you promise me that?”

  I don’t hesitate even a second before responding to her. “Of course.”