Trixie Provoked

by Viktor Redreich

  One designer, who’d flown in from Asia for his expertise in retail interiors, asked, “Do you have any thoughts on how best to show off the new collection?”

  Trixie instantly replied, “I was thinking we could maximize the showcase by giving it a feeling of weight, adding materials that provide a heavy effect. Something along the lines of smashed boulders and shards of granite.”

  There was a sense of anticipation as the other designers held their breath watching the man for his opinion.

  He smiled and said, “Wonderful idea,” and the rest chimed in their support as if his approval had set the plans in stone.

  She climbed down from the window display and opened her mouth to continue with the tour, but the door chime signaled the arrival of someone new.

  Trixie’s heart skipped a beat when she saw that it was her boyfriend, Jake.

  He smiled at her, and she noticed one of the female designers swoon at the handsome man.

  Trixie didn’t experience even a hint of jealousy. It was a reaction she had come to expect once Jake was in the company of females. This man truly was gorgeous, and most of the female population appreciated the fact.

  “Please excuse me for a moment,” Trixie told the team and broke away to could speak with Jake.

  Jake gave her a quick hug and a peck on the lips once she was near. His smell was warm and inviting, and she inhaled deeply before pulling away.

  She returned his smile, happy to see him, but curious as to his visit. His job description didn’t involve going on location, visiting new expansions during the design phase.

  “What are you doing here? I'm surprised to see you. Aren’t you supposed to be at the office until this afternoon? It’s only a little after 11 a.m.,” she said in a nervous spitfire.

  “I missed you,” he said simply. “So I dropped by to see how you're doing and was wondering if I could take you away for an early lunch.”

  “Aww, baby,” she gushed and patted his cheek. “That is so sweet of you. What did I ever do to deserve such a great boyfriend? Let me just finish up here, and we can leave in a few minutes.”

  She moved to rejoin the group of designers who were murmuring among themselves, but then he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him.

  He looked her up and down then asked, “Weren’t you wearing the same clothes yesterday?”

  His brow furrowed.

  For a brief moment, Trixie was stumped. Her eyes widened, and her mouth went dry.

  Then she smiled, and the half-truth rolled easily off her tongue as she told him, “Yes, I worked late last night and slept on the sofa in the office. I had a presentation this morning, and here I am doing boutique visits. I’ve been too busy and haven’t gotten any time to go home and change.”

  “You’d better stop working so hard to impress my dad, or you might steal my job.” Jake joked, his expression void of any suspicion.

  She barely held back a sigh of relief.

  Trixie laughed with him, but the sound came out high-pitched as memories of her wild night with said CEO intruded.

  For the most part, she had been able to keep last night out of her mind. There was no way she'd have been able to concentrate on her presentation with them swirling around in her imagination.

  But Jake’s words had them rushing back.

  Seeing Jake and looking into his innocent eyes, she couldn’t help the trickle of guilt that accompanied those thoughts. She cheated on this kind, thoughtful man with his own father.

  She was a terrible human being.

  To make matters worse, she found that she needed to squeeze her thighs together, getting wet just thinking about the night before.

  The stronger her own arousal became, the more guilt she felt. So, she overcompensated for her feelings by sliding close to her boyfriend once more and said, “Why don't we skip that early lunch and just spend the rest of the day together? I don't have any more appointments for the day, and if you're free, we can go back to your condo and have a little fun. If you know what I mean? It’s Friday. Let’s start the weekend early.”

  “I like the way you think, babe.”

  And just like that their plans were sealed.

  Jake motioned for Trixie to enter his condo ahead of him.

  Of course, Jake lived in nothing but the most elegant accommodations.

  His home was situated on a high floor of a building overlooking an expansive park, and the windowed walls gave excellent views of well-dressed men and women taking in the greenery on their lunch breaks. Trixie usually took the time to marvel at the sight of the famous bridge only a short distance away, but not today.

  Throwing a wink at him over her shoulder, she said, “I could really use a shower. Why don’t you keep yourself entertained with the idea of me all wet and soapy while you wait.”

  His needy groan followed her into the bathroom of the master bedroom.

  Once standing on the marble floor of his opulent bathroom, she shed her clothing, letting each article drop to the floor until she was entirely naked.

  She didn’t let herself dwell on the faint scent of sex that lingered on her skin. She and Rick had overslept after their night of excess, and she hadn’t had the time to wash away the evidence of their night of taboo activities.

  She entered the shower, and multiple heads sent pulsating streams of hot water onto her body.

  Turning her head up to the oncoming warm water, she let it douse her. A moan escaped her as the powerful spray soothed and massaged her muscles.

  It wasn’t long before she heard the shower door slide open.

  Jake’s naked body slid against hers.

  Just a few days ago, feeling Jake’s hard body and especially feeling that thick erection prod her would have made her weak in the knees and cream drip from her center.

  Now, her mind was elsewhere despite her best efforts. Her cunny yearned for something forbidden.

  Jake started soaping her all over. He scrubbed her, carefully, behind her ears, her armpits, her ass, and finally between her thighs.

  Her labia were swollen from Rick’s excessive use, and when Jake’s finger entered her, she gasped.

  “You seems stickier than usual…” he mused, seemingly more to himself than to her.

  She laughed, nervously then said, “I’m just horny from your attention. You know I always get extra wet when you touch me.”

  He smiled, the grin naughty, as his chest puffed up in manly pride.

  “That so?” he said, “A man should never leave his lady wanting. I really ought to do something about that.”

  He moved them, so they were not directly under the flow of water and fell to his knees before her.

  He draped her leg over his shoulder and started to lick her.

  He used all the usual tricks of his tongue. All the things that usually had Trixie soaring through the roof in no time.

  This time around though, what happened was far from usual.

  Trixie was not cumming.

  In fact, the more he licked and sucked, the tenser Trixie became.

  Eventually, he looked up at her, clearly confused and asked, “What’s the matter? You don’t seem like you’re enjoying it.”

  “Of course I am, baby.” she lied as she willed her muscles to relax into his motions.

  He gave her a doubtful look but went back to servicing her body. He added a finger this time, pushing it in and out of her as he continued to lick her clit.

  Grabbing onto his wet hair, she fake-moaned and called his name, “Oh yes, Jake. Don’t stop.”

  No matter how much she faked cries of desire and pleasure, in the end, it was for nothing. Jake couldn’t be fooled by a fake orgasm.

  He persisted, putting in a valiant effort at getting her to cum, not stopping his licking and fingering until he was tired.

  Trixie was just not going to cum, and that was that.

  She pulled Jake up and off his knees to kiss his cheek.

  She was saddened by the disappointed look on his fa
ce and said, “Maybe I’m just tired today. I did pull an all-nighter, and I’ve been stressing out about the presentation at work for the last few weeks. That’s probably why I’m not cumming.”

  He looked her in the eye, and while it took some effort, she held the stare.

  Eventually, he sighed, looked away and said, “Maybe we should go to the bed.”

  He helped her rinse off and quickly cleaned himself before they exited the bathroom.

  He made sure to take care of her, drying her off with a big, fluffy white towel.

  In the bedroom, she was determined not to let things end on a sour note, so she pushed him onto the mattress and climbed atop him.

  “Now, it’s time for me to make you feel good. Just lie back, baby, and let me do all the work.” she cooed in her sexiest voice.

  She sank onto his hardness after rolling a condom onto his turgid length and started to ride him with a slow and steady rise and fall of her hips.

  He was tense at the beginning, but she knew he wouldn’t have been able to resist the pleasures provided by her tight cunt for long

  She picked up the pace as he started to breathe hard and call out her name.

  It didn’t take long for him to forget all about the encounter in the bathroom and match her motions.

  “Yes, baby, that’s it. Take what you need.” she kissed his face while she rode him, bashing herself against him and grabbing his hair while she encouraged him in that sultry voice of hers.

  That seemed to drive him wild, and he switched positions with a powerful flexing of muscles.

  He rutted into her hard, and she opened her legs wide to receive his rough loving.

  She ran her fingers through his hair and scored her nails down his back. She loved the look of unadulterated passion on his face, but her mind and body were not with him at that moment.

  They were far away, aching for someone else entirely. His dad.

  When Jake shook and pulsed his semen deep within her well, she wished it was his dad pumping his spunk into her instead.

  She didn’t cum, but thankfully, Jake didn’t mention it when he eventually rolled off her, dispensed with the condom and cleaned up.

  Later, he came back into the bed naked, and they snuggled against each other.

  They both fell asleep with heavy thoughts weighing on their minds.

  Chapter 6

  On her knees for the boss

  It was a rainy and dreary morning and the weather conditions outside seemed to have manifested within Jake’s condo as well.

  Instead of the love-filled, wonderful Saturday Trixie had imagined, the day was turning out to be an absolute disaster.

  Trixie had woken up panties-in-a-twist and was loathe to admit that she was missing Rick, even to herself.

  Everything Jake did annoyed her. Things that would have never annoyed her before, like leaving the toilet seat up and not rinsing out the dishes.

  It was almost noon, and Jake was in the kitchen slicing carrots in the process of preparing lunch. He was dressed in only a pair of gray sweats and nothing else. He looked sexier than ever, but not even his hard body solidified her mushy mood.

  The kettle was on the stove and began to whistle. He turned off the burner without a word and added some of the boiled water to her favorite ceramic mug. He placed a tea bag to steep in the water and went back to chopping veggies.

  Trixie usually had a cup of tea around this time of day on the weekends, and he’d started the process without a word from her.

  She was not surprised by his silence since the air was thick with the tension between them.

  However, instead of being grateful for his thoughtfulness, she was irritated that he hadn’t consulted her before preparing the tea.

  What if she wanted juice this morning? Or nothing at all? Why was he trying to control her?

  She knew her thoughts and the resulting ill mood were irrational, but she couldn’t hold back the torrent of rude words that escaped her mouth.

  “You can dump that tea out unless you plan to drink it yourself,” Trixie snarled as she continued to flip through the magazine she’d been trying but failing to read.

  The rhythmic sound of the knife against the chopping board stopped abruptly.

  She watched him from the corner of her eye but refused to make direct eye contact when he looked her way.

  Still, she saw the way his back stiffened.

  “Excuse me?” he said without turning.

  His voice was tight.

  “You heard me. Throw the tea away, unless you plan on drinking it. I didn’t ask you to make me tea.”

  Jake took a deep breath then continued making the beverage.

  He put two sugars into the cup just the way she liked and placed it in front of her with a dull thud. Some of the brown liquid spilled over, drying as it streaked down the side of the cup.

  “Drink your fuckin’ tea,” he said glaring at her in challenge.

  And thus a meaningless argument had begun for the umpteenth time that morning. Trixie’s anger grew evermore ferocious with every word they exchanged.

  “I’m tired of your attitude and your rude, unwarranted comments. Why are you acting up like this? You know what, I don’t give a damn. Just settle the hell down. I’m not taking any more of your bull today.” he said firmly and finally.

  Trixie was livid, so entirely filled with rage he would speak to her like that.

  How dare he.

  Before she could stop herself, she picked up the cup of tea and flung it at his head.

  “What the-” he yelled as he ducked out of the way just in time.

  He charged toward her, and her rage didn’t allow her to feel afraid despite the intimidating look of anger on his face.

  She picked up something else to throw, but he snatched it away before she could. She hit him, the strike directly on his lip before he restrained her arms by her side.

  She screamed and ordered, “Let go of me, you bastard! I’m going to rip your head off!”

  Not even the sight of his bloodied lips calmed her down.

  “I’m not doing anything until you settle the fuck down! What’s gotten into you? You’ve never acted like this before.”

  “You’re the fucking reason I am acting like this! You’re treating me like a child, and I don’t like it. Let go of me. Right now!” she shouted.

  “Not a chance. Not until you calm down,” he said heatedly.

  “Unless you want the cops knocking down your door, you’ll do as I say.” She struggled against him, but he held tight. “I will scream this place down! Your nosy neighbors are sure to call the police.”

  Those last words had the desired effect.

  He let her go.

  After a wild few years at college where he’d gotten arrested a few times for minor offenses, Jake had tried his best to never draw negative attention to himself and to his tarnish his family’s reputation again.

  “Don’t follow me,” she shouted finally. “I don’t want anything to do with you ever again.”

  She grabbed her stuff and stormed out of the condo.

  The rain was coming down hard now.

  It was late in the afternoon, and Trixie was back at her place throwing herself a pity party.

  Songs about broken hearts were playing softly in the background, and she sat at the bay window overlooking the street, still busy despite the terrible weather.

  No one looked up at the window to witness her misery and Trixie was thankful for the solitude.

  A tear fell from her eye and landed on the blanket covering her legs.

  She felt terrible for the way she’d treated Jake, and each time she remembered her hurtful words, the waterworks began anew.

  Jake was such a good guy. No, he was great.

  Any woman would have been lucky to have him, and she knew plenty of women willing to snatch him up given half the chance. And those women couldn’t even attest to what a magnificent boyfriend he was as she could.

  She was
so disappointed in herself. She had finally found a guy close to her own age rather than a guy old enough to be her dad.

  Yet, she was one the verge of throwing it all away for a married man twice her age.

  Why was she like this, she wondered frantically.

  Why couldn’t she resist older men?

  What was wrong with her?

  She delved into her memories, trying to answer the internal questions.

  Her obsession with experienced men started with a guy named Zion.

  He’d come to her father’s farm and tempted her into unleashing her highly repressed sexuality. He’d been the first older man she’d been with. In fact, she had lost her virginity to him.

  She’d left her small town behind and followed him to the city to sate her desire for him.

  Zion had been a beast of a man who fucked like an animal and went through hundreds of women in the short time she’d lived in his house.

  She had been so envious of the way he dominated women and in need of his approval that she was willing to do anything to get noticed by him. She found herself changing in ways she had not thought possible just so she could be with him.

  They became friends, then lovers, but when she found out he had fallen in love with her, she realized that she didn't reciprocate his feelings. She'd gotten what she'd wanted from him so she moved on to become the independent, confident city girl she is today.

  She had slept with a few older men after him but had not known obsession again until she met Atlas.

  The dignified gentleman had seemed so handsome and perfect until Trixie realized his fetish was just too weird for her to contend with.

  He wanted to sleep with 20-something-year-old girls. That was not so bad or unusual until she found out about his need for these adult women to pretend to be little girls and call him Daddy.

  She shuddered now thinking about that and how close she’d come to becoming entangled in his creepy lifestyle. She was so lucky she’d gotten out in time before irrevocable damage had been done to her sanity.