Becoming His Mistress

by Murphy, A. E.

I moan, tilting my head back, giving him space to bite and lick the skin of my neck.

  “Never again,” I breathe, “it can’t happen.”

  “We’re not doing anything,” he replies, his tone hushed too. The way his breath fans across my sensitive flesh has me gripping the counter for support. “Nothing at all.”

  His solid length presses against my ass, trapped by the fabric of his boxers. He tugs them down and I feel his skin against mine.

  “Nothing,” he grits as I close my legs around it, squeezing it between the apex of my thighs.

  He starts thrusting, finding grip between my pussy lips. My wetness makes him slide back and forth with ease, so he removes his hand and massages my breasts instead. He hits my clit every time and I almost scream with the ecstasy of it.

  Why does sex feel this good with him? Why do we connect like this?

  “I want you inside of me so bad,” I plead, reaching between us to try and get him to adjust his angle. “Please.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he pants as he lifts my leg, ducks down a bit, and then thrusts all the way in without hesitation.

  “Ezra,” I breathe, putting my knee on the vanity’s edge.

  “Look at me.”

  My eyes open slowly and find his in the mirror. His large hands massage my swaying breasts and pinch my nipples.

  “What are we doing?” he asks me breathlessly, his eyes dangerous, his lips terse.

  “Nothing,” I reply, crying out when a wave of pleasure hits me. I want to come so hard.

  He cups my throat and pulls me back against his body. It’s a good thing my balance isn’t terrible, though to be honest he’s doing most of the work, including holding me steady.

  “Exactly. Nothing.” His thrusts get faster and more powerful, he plays with my clit, rubbing it furiously in time with each push.

  I tremble and spasm and then, finally, I orgasm so hard my leg buckles. I catch myself on the vanity, whimpering with pleasure, tears spring to my eyes as he cries out his own release, throbbing inside of me. His cock feels like it’s on fire as I pulse and clench around him.

  He cages me in, both hands gripping the sink, eyes holding mine in the mirror.

  We communicate without words, separating and cleaning each other like longtime lovers, not new ones.

  We share a gentle kiss and get dressed in new clothes before heading back to work, acting like nothing happened.

  Because it didn’t.

  Nothing happened.

  I push it out of my mind, forcing the shame down with it and file another police report.

  At the end of the day, I meet Ezra in his office before leaving for the day and he drives me to his parents’ house. He kisses my forehead at their door, letting his lips linger but we don’t even utter the words goodbye.

  The following morning, I pack what few things I have at Izabella and Mario’s and say a teary goodbye.

  Erika gives me a ride home, chatting animatedly about her partner the entire way there.

  What a lovely family.

  A family that will never be mine.

  A family that Elizabeth doesn’t appreciate but has anyway. Why is life so cruel to those of us with nothing already?

  An hour later, being the coward that I am, I go to Laurie’s, curl up in her bed and cry until her tics make me laugh again.

  What a shameful web I’ve woven.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  He always makes me laugh.

  “There’s a package for you,” Laurie calls from the other side of her apartment. “It has a yummy man attached to it.”

  “Hey,” Kyle whines from somewhere else in the apartment. I love how strong they’re both going, and how supportive of each other they are. I wish Pax had been like that. Perhaps I’d have been in love with him now instead.

  “You’re yummier, babe.”

  “I beg to differ,” Mr. Conti rumbles.

  “You’re early!” I shout but I’m smiling. “Way too early.”

  “I have a gift.”

  “Oooh, I like gifts, bring it in. I’m decent.”

  Not even Laurie knows about the nothing that didn’t happen between Mr. Conti and myself and it sucks because I can’t tell her either. One, I’m pretty sure she’d be super pissed at me and maybe fall out with me altogether and, two, she’d accidentally shout it out in her tics.

  Laurie and secrets are not a good mix.

  I need to make more friends. Not that Laurie isn’t incredible, but just because I only have a few acquaintances and no people with real substance in my life. It’s my fault for being so weird. Kidding.

  Although I don’t know how many people will want to be friends with me if they found out I did nothing with a married man.

  “You say bring it in but bring it in to where?” he asks, chuckling as he moves through the one-story apartment.

  “That way, stud,” Laurie tells him and then giggles.

  “Laurie, stop flirting with my boss.”

  “Yeah, Laurie,” Kyle adds, “stop it.”

  Laurie giggles all the way to Kyle just as Mr. Conti appears in my doorway.

  I eye him hungrily. For lack of better words to describe him… he looks so incredibly sexy. His hair has been cut and is styled slightly to the side, his beard is slightly longer and razor sharp on the edge of his jaw and cheekbones, he’s the sexiest man on earth and he’s cheating on his wife for me.

  For me.

  Fuck.

  I don’t swear much because I don’t like to, but I felt a need for it then.

  I’m such a hypocritical contradiction of a woman. I’m mad at myself for what I’m doing to his wife, all the while praying he never stops wanting me. I glance around him to see if anybody is looking and kiss his lips, keeping my eyes on his while they stay connected.

  He smiles and returns it, delicately touching my waist.

  I pull back and see a box wrapped in a plain, white paper bag.

  “What’s this, I wonder?” I snatch it from him then carefully empty the contents onto my borrowed bed. I see the state-of-the-art Android phone logo and model on the box and blink twice. “This is a really expensive gift.”

  “So was adding Laurie to that flight to Vegas but you didn’t complain then.”

  I glare at him playfully. “You said that was on the company.”

  “Who owns the company?”

  Fair point.

  I pick up the box and carefully remove the stiff sleeve. “Thank you, Ezra.”

  “What is it?” Laurie asks and I grin when I see her lipstick smeared around her mouth. It’s a good thing I’m not wearing lipstick yet. “Oh, dude… that’s so fucking cool. BACON PHONE RINGS!”

  “Bacon doesn’t do that,” I mutter absentmindedly as I unbox my new gadget.

  “I know that, you massive whore,” Laurie comments, still grinning as I hold the phone and feel its weight. “You need a sturdy case and screen protector before you break it.” She looks at Mr. Conti and then yanks on her own hair. “Fuck… ouch… stupid hand… THREEWAY WITH SIGNOR CONTI!”

  Her hand slaps her mouth, on purpose this time. I fall back on the bed laughing, clutching my new phone to my chest.

  “NO!” Kyle bellows, pushing past Mr. Conti and then stopping in his tracks when he realizes who it is. “Oh my God… my boss is in my girlfriend’s apartment.” He shakes his hand, awed. “I work in your finance department, I’m the one that delegates money to staff.”

  “I always get my pay on time so you must be killing it,” I put in, smiling at Kyle.

  He stops shaking Ezra’s hand and grins at me. “We should totally double date sometime.”

  I wave my hand between Ezra and me, “Oh, we’re not—"

  “Set up a thing and I’ll see what I can do,” Ezra responds, not correcting him.

  “She’s his PA and like, weird friend, they’re not dating,” Laurie explains, ushering her lovestruck bae out of the room.

  “Was I over the top?”
I hear him whisper as he leaves and Ezra’s lips twitch.

  “You didn’t correct him.”

  He shrugs his shoulders. “Going for dinner to celebrate an employee’s success over the years is a good reason—”

  “To lie to your wife,” I finish for him.

  “To spend more time with you,” he corrects but I’m not seeing a difference. “Don’t… it kills me every time your smile disappears because of what we…”

  I brush it off. “Not here. Don’t talk about it. Not here, not anywhere.”

  Because when I say it out loud, I can’t ignore it. When we’re forced to converse about it, I definitely can’t ignore it and that means we have to make a decision. The longer we go finding excuses not to talk about it, the longer we can pretend it only happened once.

  “I’m going, Kyle’s driving me to work.” Laurie grins, grabbing hold of Mr. C so she can look around his dominating frame at me. “Love you. Have fun, kids. Use a condom.”

  “Laurie,” I whine. She’s just trying to embarrass me in front of my boss, not realizing how close to the mark she is. My phone powers up, I put it on charge and use my forefinger to set it up.

  The second the front door closes, his mouth is on mine and I can’t breathe. Though it’s the best way to starve of oxygen for definite.

  “I’m trying to play,” I hiss, batting at his hands that are reaching under my skirt.

  “Me too,” he mutters, shrugging off his jacket and yanking off his tie. Thank heavens for clip-ons.

  “No…” I hiss, standing up and fighting with his hands. We look like freaking insects doing a mating dance. “Stop… not here. I don’t want our first time in a bed to be in my best friend’s bed. It’s weird.”

  “But…” He looks down and so do I and I smirk when I see the bulge, hot and ready for me to make it feel better. “It hurts.”

  “How about I kiss it better instead?” I whisper, biting on his lower lip. His eyes flare as his hands work his belt, pulling it free.

  I drop to my knees, resting back onto my feet as I yank his pants down a little more and stare at it in the eye. It’s so big, and thick, I kind of want to compare it to cylindrical objects around the house.

  I kiss the tip and grin up at him when he groans. I love the noises he makes when I’m making him feel good.

  “I need to tell you something,” he says just as I wrap my lips around his solid, swollen head.

  I pop free, keeping a grip on the base, and blink up at him. “Can it wait?”

  “Uh-huh,” he chokes, and I take him back into my mouth.

  I’m going to need to redo my hair and makeup by the time I’m done, my eyes are watering already. I fuck him with my mouth fast and furiously, sucking him, licking him, taking as much of him as I can. I play with his balls and rub his thighs with my fingers, all the while listening to him come undone.

  “Tits,” he croaks, getting closer to the edge every second. “I want to come on your gorgeous fucking tits.”

  “You sure? I was totally gonna let you come in my mouth.”

  His eyes fly down to mine, wide and full of longing. I don’t get a chance to take a breath before he’s pushing past my lips again and coming on my tongue with an animalistic growl. I take him all, every ounce of him, salty, sweet, different. But that’s just him, he’s different. Not that I’ve sucked much cock. I gave Pax head quite often, but I never let him come in my mouth.

  There’s just something about this man that has me wanting to keep impressing him.

  “Two hundred and twelve,” I state before he collapses onto the bed, a panting mess of a man that I just satisfied in less than five minutes.

  “I think I’m dead,” he mutters and sits up, his eyes hazy and satisfied.

  I do that kiss the fingers thing that Italian’s do when discussing good food and he laughs so hard he falls back onto the bed and tears leak from his eyes.

  “I fucking love you,” he says through his laughter, pulling me onto his lap after sobering a little.

  “Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

  His smile slowly fades, only to be replaced with something more somber.

  “I’ve always been faithful,” he implores as his hand strokes my cheek. “I don’t just fuck every woman I meet. Before you, there was no one else. You’re not just some notch on my bed post or whatever goes through your head when I leave you at night. I mean, I’m a normal human so of course I’ve thought about it, but I never have. You’re—”

  “I’m different, right?” I ask, frowning at him. “You know how cliché that sounds?”

  “It’s true, remember that night we stayed up in my hotel just talking until the sun rose? And you told me that story about how you tried to save that dog from drowning, but it turned out to be a mannequin head?”

  I nod, it was a good night. A very good night. We’d been working but stopped and started talking, and the conversation just flowed. So did the laughter and the banter and the… flirting. I can’t claim innocence at all. I flirted with him, though not intentionally. It was just a normal response to being in the presence of a funny and attractive guy.

  This was back before I had laser eye surgery.

  “I realized then how… amazing we are together.”

  “What does that have to do with me saving a wig on a plastic head?”

  “I don’t know, probably how cute you were, how typical it was of you.”

  “I saved a sea turtle somewhere,” I grumble, making him laugh.

  “You’re just so adorable.”

  “You make me sound like a puppy,” I jest as I brush the backs of my fingers down his chest. “But… it was Christmas for me, I think. I denied it but whenever you walked away from me you left me with butterflies in my stomach and a racing heart.” I press his hand to my chest and then press mine to his. “Did you know if you sit next to somebody you love for long enough your hearts synchronize?”

  “Ours synchronized the day we met, and you walked into my office all cute as a button, with your huge glasses and hideous plaid blazer with elbow patches. I knew the moment I laid my eyes on you that you were going to turn my world upside down. I just never imagined it could be like this.” He smiles a blinding, toothy smile at me until I kiss it from his face. When we come up for air he continues, “I shouldn’t love you like I do. It’s not fair.”

  “I know.”

  “Just hang on tight, okay? While we figure this out.”

  I don’t know what he means by that but I’m hanging on for dear life.

  * * *

  It feels wrong going with Izabella to take Maria to soccer practice, especially when for the past few days, not including the weekend just gone, I’ve been all over her son. Nobody seems to know or suspect a thing, but then why would they? We’ve been working together for a long time now, and to outsiders, nothing in our professional relationship has changed. The only difference is now he picks me up before work and drops me off at home.

  The only interaction I’ve had with his wife about this was when she asked me to ask her husband to remember her dry cleaning on Friday.

  That was an awkward conversation to say the least. I texted it to him, I can’t bear to say her name or speak of her to him. It’s easier just pretending he’s single.

  I think he feels the same because he doesn’t mention her either. Though we often talk fondly of Maria. I’ve missed this girl so much.

  “She says you usually get pizza and ice cream afterwards?” Izabella asks as we watch the kids dribble their soccer balls around small plastic cones on the grass.

  “Yep, always. Not the healthiest habit but it became one of my favorite weekly rituals. Sometimes we’d take Renee too, her closest soccer buddy, and then drop her home afterwards.”

  “You’re really good to them, I can’t imagine you get paid for this.”

  “I don’t mind, and I often use Mr. Conti’s credit card to pay for the pizza and dessert so…”

  We share a laugh.

&nb
sp; “As you should. I hear sometimes he joins you too?” Her tone is cautious and higher than usual.

  “Sometimes, we went to the zoo once too. We’re friends, I guess. Although I’m not about to start inviting him on nights out and Netflix marathons. It’s too weird.” I just pass it off like it’s no big deal and add a little lie at the end. “I don’t believe in mixing business with pleasure, friendship included. Especially not after Pax. Not that your son is anything like Pax.”

  “You’re rambling,” she points out, smirking at me and she looks so much like her son.

  I’m sweating too, I think but definitely do not say.

  “When you ramble it’s because you’re uncomfortable.”

  Ah she knows me well.

  “I just panic, because Mr. Conti and I spend a lot of time together at work. People just don’t seem to believe that a woman and a man can be friends without benefits. I find myself defending us a lot since Pax accused us of having an affair.” That’s the truth, except now my defenses are all lies, not like they used to be.

  Izabella nods thoughtfully. “I can imagine it’s not easy. You’ve been through so much lately.”

  The coach blows his whistle and makes the team line up. Maria waves at us so we both wave back.

  I blow out a breath but Izabella’s eyes remain on my profile, assessing me.

  “Sometimes we seek comfort from those we shouldn’t during hard times,” she continues. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”

  A lump the size of a bowling ball gets stuck in my throat.

  I try so hard not to freak out, but I can’t help it. My eyes are wide, my hands clenching and unclenching. “I’m not a liar.”

  Or at least, I’ve always tried not to be, until now.

  “Of course you’re not,” she places her hand on my clenched fist. “I’m sorry I asked.” She laughs gently, nervously, without humor. “It’s just things don’t seem good right now in Ezra’s world.”

  “It’s really not my business,” I implore, needing this conversation to be over and fast. I’m about to have a panic attack.

  “You’re still at Laurie’s?”