Lisa's P.O. V.
I woke up to the incessant beeping of my alarm. I felt around for my phone with closed eyes, until I felt the cold glass beneath my fingertips. My fingers somehow managed to hit the right button to make the torture end. All the while Davis was buried deep inside me, having grown hard again.
I loved waking up to him still in me. There's a warmth in my chest at knowing that we've been connected all night. I groaned happily as I began to sway my hips over him. I swear I can't get enough of him. We'd done it 3 times last night already, twice before bed and once in the middle of the night. Yet here I am acting as if none of that happened. I ached for him to bring me pleasure again, to make me say his name in the most delightful way.
"Mmm. As much as I love a wake up call like this, I am not sure we have time for the things I want to do to you," Davis' voice was still thick with sleep, but he was smirking as he spoke. I frowned not wanting to get up and leave his warm embrace. I wanted to have sex with him and be sent to that hell with a blissful feeling.
"Oh come on, just a quick one?" I batted my lashes at him. I needed this desperately if I was to spend the morning with Chris and Dad.
"I'll bring you pleasure, Lisa."
Davis picked me up, placing me on top as he sat up under me. He began to thrust in me as he held my hips and forced them sway. His mouth sucked at my nipple, flicking the bud with his tongue. It was wild how quickly he was able to arouse me. His touches had me climbing faster than I thought possible. His mouth moved to my other breast as his hand worked on the one he just left. I continued to sway over him, moaning with pleasure. His thrusts were touching a spot that felt like magic. He made me yell within minutes, reaching my orgasm quickly.
"Let's get you ready, my little warrior," he whispered as he kissed my body tenderly. I frowned, disappointed that I would have to leave his side. Disappointed that we couldn't keep doing this all day.
*I hate this," I said with a sigh.
"I know. I do too." He had his head burried in the nape of my neck, allowing his nose to nuzzle my skin. His lips tickled me as he spoke, sending goosebumps down my arm and back. I loved the feeling. "I'll stay close by in case you need me. I will come barging in if you tell me to."
I nodded, feeling better just knowing he would be near as I faced what felt like the devil himself.
"Thank you,"
It would be too soon if I never had to stare at this black door again. I had thankfully beat Dad and Daniel here this morning, but it seemed that Chris was still asleep. Layla, who I now trust about as far as I can throw her, opened the door for me. I had brought a suitcase of clothes that I didn't wear often, but that would make it seem like I actually lived here.
I'll have to actually pack up my things at my apartment since I'm sure Dad will be checking it soon. It's his apartment after all. Davis offered for me to store my things at his house. It feels like we're moving in together. I mean, essentially we pretty much are. It's fast, but thanks to Chris there wasn't really another option.
"I'll take that for you," Layla said, grabbing the suitcase from my hands and heading up to Chris' room. I refused to go anywhere near there. I am sure Layla can unpack my things.
I paced around down stairs, eventually venturing into the kitchen where an older woman was making breakfast. She looked at me for a moment before continuing with what she was doing. She didn't say a word as I poured myself a glass of juice, leaving my cup in the sink once
I was done. When I ventured back out in the foyer I could hear muffled yelling. My heart froze for a moment, wondering what was going on. My foot hovered over the first step, battling myself. Do I go help Layla and face Chris on my own? Or do I let her incur his wrath?
It wasn't much of a choice as I began to march towards Chris' room. The closer I got the faster my heart raced. The screaming was becoming more distinctive with each step I took down the corridor to his room. My brows furrowed as I strained to make out what exactly was being yelled.
"No, please!" I heard Layla yell as my hand grabbed the doorknob. I slammed the door open before my ears could catch the rest of her sentence. "I want more!"
I was frozen, utterly shocked by the scene before me. The skirt of Layla's maid outfit was lifted over he back. Her underwear pushed to the side as Chris' dick penetrated her deeply. Her hand was between her legs as she pleasured herself while Chris rammed her roughly. They both turned to look at me as I stared at them wide eyed. Never did I expect to see this.
Chris smuggly smirked as he continued to ram into Layla. He didn't look away from me, and for some reason I couldn't seem to get my body to work, rooting me in place. It was as if I had forgotten how to walk. When did this start happening? Or had it always happened? Before Chris showed me his true colors, was I sharing him?
My stomach turned and I thought I would throw up. I felt the bile rise in my throat as I continued to watch. Layla moaned in pleasure, not caring that I had caught them. Chris pulled on her bun, leaving her hair not so neat and I flashed back to when she greeted me at the door the second time I had come. Had they had sex just before I arrived? Is that why her smile faltered with me that day?
This fucking asshole. This sick son of a bitch. This hypocritical mother fucker.
There were so many thoughts running through my head. So many disgusting names for him and they were all fitting. The anger in me rose until I finally snapped out of my state of shock, backing out of the room, and slamming the door shut.
"Uh, yes! Harder!" Layla yelled through the closed door.
She had no shame, knowing fully well I had walked in and saw it all. Her yelling was loud, and I wondered if she was being loudller than usual. Did she want me to catch them? Did she want me to see because she thinks I want Chris? Or did she show me because she wanted me to save her? Is he forcing her into it?
"Please, daddy. I need you deeper inside me. "
That's a no. It sounds like she very much wants this. I ran down the hallway ready to stab my ear drums to stop hearing her. I wish I could wipe the memory from my mind. I swallowed more of the bile that had risen. It left a bitter taste in my mouth and a burning sensation in my throat. I heard the knock at the door once I found myself back downstairs. The faint yelling could still be heard, but maybe this is my chance. If Dad or Daniel hear it and go to investigate, they'll see those two fucking and break the contract off. That would be the best thing that could come from this. I raced to the door, opening it to find Daniel.
Perfect.
"Good morning, Lisa. I'm surprised to see you greet me at the door and not Layla. Although, I rather like this better." He smiled as he entered the house, his shoulder grazed my own even though there had been plenty of room for him to walk in without touching me.
"She went up to Chris' room a little while ago now. I'm not sure what she's doing. It's been a while, perhaps we should go check on her. I need to wake Chris up anyway."
I was trying to get him to go upstairs with me as quickly as possible. From my two experiences I've had with Chris, he doesn't last long. I began to climb up the stairs, but before I could make it to the second step, Daniel grabbed me by the wrist.
"Let's just wait for them down here. I'm sure Layla is waking him up already."
Does he know about Layla and Chris already?
"That should be my job as his future wife, not hers. I'll go let him know you're here. You're welcome to come with me."
I just need him to go upstairs with me and see what Chris is doing for himself. I'll know if he knew about it already by his reaction to them. I could still hear some faint yelling, letting me know they weren't done yet. Daniel let go of my wrist finally, following me closely behind as we went to Chris's room. He was so close that my ass would graze him at times. I walked faster, trying to put some distance between us, but he would match my pace. It didn't matter though, as I was determined to get him to Chris' room.
Please let this plan work.