by Kate Stewart
“What is this?” I said, truly confused. “I wasn’t your friend. I was your wife! You want me to say it’s okay that you abandoned me because you decided to have an affair and it made you happier than you were when you were with me? Not one affair but two!”
“It’s not that simple,” he said, rubbing his palms on his pants. He was clearly terrified and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why.
“Don’t worry, sweetie, just make me an offer I can’t refuse. Your reputation will be safe. I mean, it’s not that big of a scandal.” He buried his head in his hands.
“Vi, you know it is. You know my parents would flip. I would lose my trust. I’ll have Joseph draw it up. I shouldn’t have listened to him.” He looked at me, and for the first time, I could see the red around his eyes.
“What do you want, Alex? I want this over.” I crossed my arms as I glared at him.
“I’ll give you a divorce settlement and you will give me confidentiality. I don’t want a scandal. Irreconcilable differences stated as the reason.”
“Fine, I don’t care. Let’s get this over with.” I stood, watching the perspiration roll down his forehead. Incredulous at his reaction to me, I continued, “Is it really that hard to admit you were a shit husband, that you abandoned me and had an affair?”
“You know my parents,” he snapped.
“Yeah, I know them, but I don’t know a damn thing when it comes to you anymore,” I said, watching him squirm. “Make a better offer and do it soon. I want this done just as much as you.”
“Vi—” He grabbed my arm and I pulled it away quickly, disgusted at his attempt to touch me.
“Don’t touch me. Don’t look at me. Stay far the hell away from me. Have your offer sent to me. I really don’t ever want to see you again.”
“Vi, I’m sorry I hurt you, but it’s better for the both of us.” He stood then and met my eyes.
“I have to agree with you on that. You weren’t the man for me.” My confidence was undeniable when I left his office with my head held high. I was finally about to be free of the hell of being Alex Harvell’s wife.
I strode through his floor with no intention of staying a minute longer. I stood waiting for the elevator when I noticed a meeting going on through the glass in the adjacent room.
It was her.
Sandra stood at the head of the table, a commanding presence. She truly was beautiful. She had a lean body and curvy hips. With long dark brown hair, blue eyes, and perfect, high cheekbones, it was easy to understand an attraction to a woman like her. I couldn’t hear her talking, but I could see she exuded confidence. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The few times I had met her, she had been formidable but stiff. This was the woman who ruined my marriage. I watched her walk around the room, gesturing with her hands here and there. She smiled at her audience before her eyes drifted over to me. She’d seen me watching her. I stood my ground, hoping my confidence showed in my stance. I wondered if she knew she wasn’t the only one Alex was seeing, and then resigned myself quickly to the fact that it didn’t matter; I no longer cared. I was done playing detective. I was done with him.
He’s all yours, honey. Good luck.
Her smirk was unmistakable in its meaning, and I almost didn’t catch it. She thought she had won, and in a way, she had. I felt sorry for the fool she was; the way you feel sorry for a mouse at play before the snake strikes to swallow it whole.
The elevator dinged, and as the doors closed behind me, I realized I was smiling.
I’d made it a new routine to work out in the mornings with both cardio and lightweights. If I had a chance in hell of keeping up with Rhys, I needed strength and stamina. I made it a point to start hanging out with a few friends. I’d been out with my old school girlfriend, Molly, a few times for drinks. She was fun and had a mouth like a sailor. I enjoyed my time with her, but still kept my relationship with Rhys a secret. I hadn’t heard from Rhys and knew the text was either coming soon, or wasn’t coming at all. I had dealt with enough shit in the last week between being the man of my house after a busted water pipe, to failing to make a sale, and my confrontation with Alex. I was about to explode. Not to mention the insatiable need in me that made its presence known more often than not. I was on edge. I needed him. I hated him for it. As if he sensed my distress, his text came.
RHYS: The Barracks. One hour. RED.
I sat in my car, debating my next move, because I was scheduled to show a house shortly. His texts had never come at a time I couldn’t get to him before. Then again, it was beginning to irritate me that I was at his beck and call. He was in complete control of the when and where. My sex was throbbing already at the thought of him filling me, but I had an obligation, and I had to see it through.
VIOLET: I have an appointment in thirty minutes.
I got no response. I called the potential buyers who assured me they were on their way. Thankfully, they were not impressed with the home I showcased, and fifteen minutes after I opened the door, they were gone. I flew down the highway, furious with the situation. My heart pounded at the thought of what was to come. Why couldn’t we go to his club? I hated The Barracks. I parked and noticed I was ten minutes late. I was irritated and strung out, and really needed to get off. When I walked into the bar and saw he wasn’t there, I made my way down the stairs to the same room we had used and twisted the knob. His hand grabbed mine and I was brought in quickly and pushed against the wall.
“You’re late!” he yelled, smacking his palm against the wall next to my head.
“I have a job!” I said, facing him head on.
His eyes glittered. This is what he wanted. We both stood, chests heaving, glaring at each other. I could feel the tension in him, as he could mine. We were both desperate for relief.
He ripped my blouse open, exposing my breasts, and grabbed one roughly.
“When I tell you to get your pussy here, I don’t give a fuck what you are doing, you get it here!”
“Says the man with the nine to five that texts me after six!” I screamed a little louder than I should have. He pinched my nipple hard and I cried out and arched my back as he captured it with his mouth. He sucked greedily and I moaned at the contact. I felt his hard dick brush my leg. He released my nipple and began circling it with his tongue as I watched him. He grabbed the other breast and I felt the warmth spread quickly between my thighs as he licked and sucked my nipple. Damning the consequences, I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled hard.
“Cranky little pussy, aren’t we? What’s the matter, Mrs. Harvell, you need to come?” His smile was full of menace and I looked away, disgusted.
“EYES ON MINE! You don’t get to look away from me. You get to see me and what I do to you.”
My blouse ruined, he removed it from my shoulders.
His lips curved into a wicked grin. “Get naked.”
“Sir,” I hissed in response. I quickly got to the task and pulled down my slacks and kicked off my shoes.
I was furious and out of my mind with need. Nearing a month since my last orgasm, I was about to lose my mind. The room went completely dark and I panicked. I couldn’t see anything. I reached out in front of me and felt nothing. As I waited, my breathing escalated with my fear. This was Rhys, damn it; I had nothing to be afraid of. But I was. I was also intrigued. I listened closely but heard nothing, so I called out to him, feeling ridiculous for saying the word.
“Sir?” I could swear I heard a chuckle, but the second I thought that, I felt a brush across my breast. Gasping, I reached out, but he was gone.
“Please, I don’t like the dark. I need to know where you are,” I begged, the desperation in my voice apparent. Reaching behind me, I put my hand on the knob for a quick retreat. Naked or not, I was ready to flee. My body now facing the direction of my escape, I froze when I felt his breath on my neck. I immediately relaxed.
I felt the bite on my shoulder and melted into his mouth as he soothed it with his tongue. He spread my legs then
swiped his finger down my sex and felt me wet with need. I whimpered as I continued to feel his breath on my skin, not an ounce of light in the room.
“What can I do for you, Mrs. Harvell?” His tone was vicious. I jumped at the sound of it.
“Fuck me, please,” I said in a plea.
“Please, what?”
“Please, sir.”
“Why should I give you my cock?” I heard the bite in his question.
“Rhys, please forgive me—”
“I told you not to call me by my name.” His voice was calm, even. It scared me more than his angry words. I stood there, shaking and unsure of what to do next. Seconds later, his hand was circling my sex. I cried out, so close to coming, and my forehead fell to the door. He jerked me away from the door and turned me around. I reached out for him and felt his chest rising and falling. I slid my hand down his chest, desperate to touch him, to feel more.
“Don’t you dare. You don’t get to touch me.” I whimpered again. As soon as I took my hands away, he brought my leg up, nudging my entrance with his thick head, and then slammed his cock into me. I screamed, clawing at his shoulders. He held my leg underneath my knee and when he pushed up, my back hit the door with each thrust. His cock was unbelievably hard and I could feel his desire for me more than ever. This was how he truly liked it. I knew it then.
I thrashed my body against his, giving him what he loved, and heard a moan escape him. There was a light and dark side to Rhys, and it seemed my villainous lie had released the dark. I was both devastated and elated by it. He filled me with his fucking, hard and hungry. His lips brushed my neck and I couldn’t stop the word from escaping my lips.
“Rhys,” I breathed.
He went still. His lips were close, his breathing matching my own. I could feel his need to connect, because it mirrored mine. I licked my lips in anticipation. One breath away from his kiss was enough to make my eyes water. I leaned in and he moved away, lowering my leg to the ground before pulling out of me.
Curling my fingers in frustration, I dug my nails into my hands. I was losing my pleasure because I couldn’t do one simple thing: shut the hell up. I wanted to be intimate with him, but right now, I wanted release more.
I stood, my thighs shaking, now alone in the dark again, until I heard the strike of a match. The flare from the phosphorus lit his face and I saw nothing but lust as he eyed me briefly. I began to shake as he ignited a large red candle and set it down on the floor next to a red leather chair beside him. He pumped his cock a few times, showing me what I craved most and patted the chair, ordering me to sit.
I walked over slowly and was about to sit when he turned me around quickly, lifting my knees onto the seat of the chair. I gripped the head of the chair, my body tilted down and out, leaving me exposed.
“Tell me, Mrs. Harvell, did your husband ever bother to pay attention to this perfect ass?” He circled my clit and I lost the ability to answer. The pull was there; I was close.
“Answer me!” His hand blistered the inside of my thigh and I screamed out, “NO!”
I saw the light flicker as he picked the candle up and jumped when I felt its contents trail down my back. HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
I felt the lava on my back cooling as he blew across it and massaged it in. It smelled amazing and I moaned as he rubbed it all over my ass.
“Hmm, pity. He missed one hell of an opportunity.” He opened my backside and I felt more wax hit the top of my ass and cried out.
“Careful, we wouldn’t want to singe my pretty pussy. Don’t move.” He poured even more, and I gripped the sides of the chair so tightly the leather gave and I had to adjust my grip. He smoothed the oil onto my skin then moved his finger down to my tight hole, massaging it while rubbing in the sweet scented oil. I became terrified at the thought of his huge girth and I tensed. I saw the flicker again and then he was under me, his head resting on the seat and nestled between my thighs. Rhys pulled my legs further apart as he sank his tongue into me. He circled my entrance, darting his tongue in and out and then wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me closer as he buried the length of his tongue inside of me. His moan was guttural and animalistic and I almost came with its arrival.
Pressing my lips together so not a single word had a chance of escaping, I began to move along his tongue slowly. He swallowed my sex whole, capturing it with his mouth, sucking my clit and dipping his fingers in and out. I looked down as I rode his mouth and saw his eyes were black in the candlelight. I slid my ridge along his tongue as I watched his eyes close and open with desire. I felt the pull and moved my hips faster as he twisted his fingers, tugging and pulling the orgasm from me. It started at my core and burst through every single pore I had, sending me reeling and shaking uncontrollably.
He didn’t stop the lap of his tongue and I quickly pulled my hips up, trying to keep his tongue away from my sensitive clit. He smacked my ass, pulling me back down, plunging a finger inside my sex before moving it to my ass and pushing it in. I burst in his mouth, bucking and drowning in the sensation.
Defeated, I buried my head into the top of the chair. He rubbed my juices up and down my pussy, soaking me with it while keeping his finger moving in my ass.
“I’m going to fuck this ass tonight, Mrs. Harvell,” he said, coaxing me with his skilled hands, challenging me with his eyes as I peered down at him. Panic seized my chest as he slipped another finger inside my ass fully, thrusting them both and stretching me. He slipped out from under me, keeping his fingers inside as his cock brushed my ass. The candle flickered again and I braced myself. The hot oil was less intense now and I reveled in the feeling. My senses reeled with the movement of his fingers. He pulled them out, covering me with even more oil mixed with my juice, and I felt his fingers deep again. He leaned over me. “Now I’ll own all of you.”
Moaning at his touch, I began to come undone. The intensity of his voice had my clit throbbing again. I heard a package rip and looked behind me to see him roll a condom on. He removed his fingers quickly and replaced it with the head of his cock and I screamed out.
“Oh God.” I gripped the leather again, trying to acclimate to him. I moved my ass forward as I scrambled to get away from the pain.
Rhys stilled me, soothing me with his hands. He slowly slipped in further, taking care as he let me get used to the new feeling.
“Fuck,” he spit out, moving gently, not giving me more than I was ready for. Hearing his arousal sent me over the edge and I gripped the top of the chair again, slowly moving with him, taking him in one delicious inch at a time. He stood there as I slid onto his dick and I could hear his breathing increase as he caressed my back. The minute he reached around and rubbed my clit, I slid back onto him completely. And this time we both gasped.
“Fuck, fuck!” Rhys hissed as he stood unmoving, patiently waiting for me to adjust to him. Feeling so full, so incredible, hardly able to speak, I pushed out the only word I could. “Please.”
He pumped into me slowly and I clawed the chair desperately until the pain became more pleasurable than I’d ever imagined. I saw the flicker again and felt the wax hit my back as he rubbed it over my ass with one hand while massaging my clit with the other. I felt the pull come and pushed it away, savoring every single bit of pleasure and pain coursing through me. My whimpers turned into moans as he found a slow rhythm. My heart was beating out of control as he took me away with his strokes. I felt it then, a pull unlike any other I’d ever felt. My chest was heavy with emotion. I let it go. I didn’t know if they were tears of pain or pleasure and why they belonged here, but they were silent, and for that I was thankful. I started to move against him, encouraging him as the foreign feeling came over me.
“Fucking perfect,” he said, picking up speed with each thrust of his hips. I pushed my ass back, giving him more, making him moan in appreciation. He concentrated on my clit, moving his fingers quickly as he started to pound into me. Sensing my release, Rhys reached around and gripped my throat, squeezing hard
. A feeling of complete ecstasy came over me. This time, I didn’t have a choice. I came hard, every fiber of my being releasing and pulsating as a layer of sweat formed on my skin and I shook beneath him. I let out an intense wail, clawing the leather as I the rush continued to shake me. Evidence dripped from my sex and ran down my thighs. With a growl, he pulled out of my ass and I heard him rip the condom off quickly before he plunged into my drenched pussy.
In that moment, Rhys lost his control and I pushed back as he thrust forward, his strokes coming fast.
“Fuck yes!” His voice was hoarse with desire. His hand came down hard, blistering my skin repeatedly, and this time I reveled in the pain, my moans matching his. I felt him growing harder inside me as he hit the need in me, and as soon as I let go, I felt another hard slap, driving my orgasm on as I screamed for him.
With the last ripple coursing its way through my limbs, he turned me over in the chair, laying me back down on the flat seat then pouring wax all over my chest. I savored the sensitivity as my breasts were covered in the hot oil that he rubbed in, taking special care to cover the valley between them.
“Push them together,” he ordered, breathless. I had never seen his face so full of intensity, never seen him so hot for me. I grabbed my tits and squeezed them together as tight as I could. He pushed his cock between them, thrusting hard. After a few strokes, he pulled away, fisting his dick as he came all over my neck and chest. His entire body glistened as he threw his head back, teeth clenched. I watched his cock spurt more of his sweet liquid all over me. It was perfect.
He grunted with the last of his release, his legs shaking as he pumped the last drop onto my stomach.
The silence in the room was only interrupted by our heavy breathing as our eyes remained locked. His chest heaved in time with mine as he studied me. The connection between us was so powerful at that moment, I was sure that he would acknowledge it.
