Lucien
He couldn't restrain himself for much longer. Seeing this woman before him, her brown eyes gazing up with such depth, love, and trust made him feel furious with himself. Did he deserve her?
She took him gently, lovingly. But he didn't want to be gentle now. He wanted to hurt her, to use her.
Pulling her to her feet, he pushed her onto the bed and turned her onto her stomach.
Before she could breathe, he had thrust into her, reveling in her gasp. She was so aroused, beautifully wet, pink and shiny, and he covered her with his body as he rode her, bending over her. He could smell her desire and hear her panting and gasping, which made him harder as he pounded into her tightness.
“This is the only c*ck you'll ever have, baby,” he growled with each powerful thrust, becoming more aroused as she whimpered, pain and pleasure mixing within her.
He lowered his mouth to her ear and said in a hoarse voice, even as he rode her relentlessly,
“And the only co*k you'll ever taste.”
She whimpered as he pounded into her fiercely. Her muscles clenched around him, squeezing, and she was panting.
“Say it,” he sank his teeth into her neck, twisting a nipple brutally.
When she sobbed out, he demanded, “Say it, woman.”
“I…”
“No,” he said, still in control, holding himself back even though his testicles ached from the effort,
“Say it.”
He continued riding her ruthlessly, his shirt unbuttoned while she lay, trembling beneath him, her soft curves exposed.
She sobbed,
“This is…”
And again, as she was about to climax,
“This is…” she moaned, “Please…”
Then she cried out as she climaxed, her body shuddering from the orgasm, her sobs loud as she gave in to the release.
He roared and released his seed into her womb again, holding her tightly as he climaxed, the whiteness spreading behind his eyelids, making him feel ecstatic, as only she could take him to such heights...
***
Proserpina
Later, after kissing me, he stood up, a look of satisfaction on his face.
He gently lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bathroom. Setting me down, he filled the tub with warm water as I leaned against him, unable to stand. My legs were shaking, my entire body tingling. Lowering me into the tub, he slipped in behind me and supported me against his body. His rough hands explored my body again, and I shivered as I felt myself becoming aroused once more.
“Take it easy, woman,” he growled as he slipped his fingers into my core and began to move his hand rhythmically. I felt myself nearing orgasm as he moved me. He was gentle, careful, and brought me to the edge. I cried out, sobbing his name as I felt myself explode, my body sagging against his. He kissed the back of my neck, pushing my wet hair away. We lay there for a long while.
Finally, I asked,
“Why, Lucien, why were you avoiding me?”
After a long pause, while he rubbed soap on my back, he said,
“There are some things I need to tell you, my little one.”
I cried out as he slipped a hand between my thighs once more, distracting me.
“Not now,” he said gruffly as I turned and straddled him in the bath, looking up at him.
“Later,” he groaned, and his mouth descended on mine as we satisfied our unending hunger for each other once again.
The sense of happiness, of my world being secure, lasted only for a while. I was unaware of how cruelly my happiness was about to be shattered shortly...
***
Later, after we had eaten, I returned to the bedroom. I had a couple of emails to send, a few calls to make. I had also decided to resume my studies and was feeling quite happy with the direction my life was taking.
Lucien had smiled indulgently when I told him about the degree I was planning to pursue. It was Brian who had encouraged me to do it. Though, of course, I did not tell my husband THAT!
Some things are best left unsaid!
When I gently prodded him and asked why he had been giving me the cold shoulder, the expression on his face changed.
He sighed and opened his mouth to speak.
And Beston entered the room.
An unspoken message passed between them, and Lucien rose from the table, tossing his napkin down.
“Give me a minute, woman,” he growled and strode out, with Beston following closely.
I stared after him in bewilderment and a little annoyance.
I felt a pair of eyes on me and looked around to see Sophie had entered the room—when had she slipped in? I wondered.
“Help yourself, Sophie,” I smiled.
She smiled tightly and mentioned something about checking her phone before leaving the room in a rush.
Frowning, I watched her go. Little Paddy was giggling as baby Claude lobbed balls of cereal at him.
He was so different from his sour aunt, I thought with a sigh.
Ria and Piers were happily devouring their Mac ‘n Cheese.
If only Sophie could be a little more cheerful, I thought wistfully.
“Now don’t you worry about her!” snapped Beatrice sharply as she handed me a cup of tea, brewed just the way I liked it. I had overcome my morning sickness and was feeling on top of the world at the moment.
I smiled at her happily.
Beatrice looked at the door through which Sophie had rushed out and said darkly,
“She seems to be spending a lot of time on the phone these days. I wonder who she could be…?”
I smiled; I was too happy to be bothered. If Sophie had a secret lover, it was okay with me. Ria and Piers were having their birthday in a few days, and I was planning a small party for them.
And it was soon going to be the anniversary of my first meeting with my husband.
I had met him and spent a torrid night with him, something I had never thought I would do. And after that, I had been captivated by him; I had fallen in love with him that night…
I sighed happily.
Life couldn't get better!
***
I set up my laptop and began my work. Soon, I was fully immersed in it.
The details for my course had been forwarded by the university—the syllabi and the course structure, among other things. I read them intently, biting my lip. I was eager to start!
Suddenly, my phone pinged. Absentmindedly, my eyes on the course material I was reading, I opened the video message and barely glanced at it.
And my mouth fell open in shock.
Neither of them would send me something so disgusting!
Possibly something sent by Danielle or Jeannie, I thought at first, then did a double-take.
A man lay on the bed, a woman was on top of him, giving him head.
Both were completely naked.
I recoiled in disgust.
Who had sent me a porn clip? Was it a sick joke? Or a mistake?
And even as I was about to check who had sent it, the camera zoomed in on the man on the bed. He had his eyes closed, he was moaning, repeating a name over and over. He was holding her head close to his shaft and making her suck him vigorously.
“Dana, Dana.”
I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach, a cold vice tightening around my chest.
The face became clear.
The man on the bed who was receiving oral sex from Catalina so enthusiastically was none other than my husband, the man who had taken me so fiercely, dominating me, in bed just a while ago.
Lucien Delano.