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“I swear I’m going to kill him when I see him,” Gia muttered as we sat on her couch. She brought out a first-aid kit and cleaned the small cut on my face. Wincing, I pulled away from her.
“No need to do all that. I have my own idea.”
“If it doesn’t involve castrating him, then it’s not good enough.”
“I don’t want to go to jail, G. I saw this movie where a man cheated on his wife, and she put baby oil or something on the floor and beat him with a belt when he got out.”
“Oh! I have something better than a belt. Wait here,” she said, hopping to her feet and disappearing down the hallway. A smile crept across my face when I saw what Gia had for me.
“Perfect. If I’m going to use that, I need to borrow your coat and that black fedora you have. I have a point to make in the morning.”
***
When I returned home, the rest of the night was quiet. We went about our business without a word. He had a macho vibe surrounding him. I assumed that he must have felt like a man for putting me in my place earlier today. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearing 10:00 PM. He still hadn’t said anything about leaving, so I wasn’t going to worry about it. After a while, he slowly stood up from the couch, tossed down the remote, and walked away.
“Oh, before I forget, I have to go out of town with my father to complete a few business mergers. It could be up to 2 months or less than 2 weeks. It all depends on how long it takes for the merger to go through,” he explained.
Yeah, it depends on how long it takes for your mistress to deliver her baby, I thought.
“Sure,” I said.
He stood there for a second before he said, “Maybe the time apart will make you realize what you have before you lose it.” The amount of bullshit contained in that one sentence made me laugh as I turned around on the couch to face him.
What was there to realize? He obviously wanted to play house with another woman and didn’t pay me any attention, but yet he thought I was going to miss out on something if he left? I pray I get the opportunity to meet this woman in the future. I would kiss her on the mouth to thank her for giving me my ticket out of misery.
“Well?” he asked suddenly.
“Well, what? Weren’t you going to bed or something?”
“Do you agree that you need time to evaluate what it is that you want?”
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” I said, waving my hand to dismiss him. His eyes narrowed at me as he shook his head.
“I’m serious, Arianna. There are women out there just waiting to take your place,” he said and walked away.
Just like there is a man eagerly waiting to take yours, I thought to myself as I turned back to the television.
When I heard the bedroom door close, I turned off everything in the living room and stretched out on the couch. There was no way I could sleep in the same room, let alone the same bed as Julius after what he’d done. I set the alarm on my phone for 6:00 AM. I knew that Julius had to be at the airport by 10:00, so I needed to be up early enough to execute my plan. This was going to be perfect.
When I awoke the next morning, I could hear Julius moving around in the bedroom. I went into my office to pull out the items that I had borrowed from Gia as well as the extra things I bought from the store. I stood in the hallway until I heard him turn on the shower before I went into the bedroom and slipped into a black satin bra and panty set while putting the coat over it. I stepped into a pair of black stilettos, placed the fedora on my head, and grabbed the baby oil, whip, and cigar and headed into the bathroom.
The room was already filled with steam when I walked in. I could see Julius’ form through the glass shower door. A small smile touched my lips as I emptied the whole miniature container of baby oil on the floor near the shower. I slid onto the counter on the other side of the bathroom and waited.
I lit the cigar and took a long draw when I heard him turn the water off. I grinned when I heard him sniffing the air as he opened the shower door and looked around.
“Arianna, why the fuck are you smoking in the house? And when did you start smoking in the first place?” he asked. I stared at him without a word, taking another pull from the cigar and blowing the smoke in his direction.
“I’m talking to you,” he ground out. I smiled and nodded toward the floor next to him.
“Then come out of the shower and talk to me, Julius,” I said, turning to face him. His eyes widened at the sight of the black leather whip. He looked at it, at me, and then to the door.
I laughed before puffing on the cigar once more. “You’re closer to the door than I am, Julius. If you really want to run and try to escape what I’m going to do to you, there’s the door,” I said, cracking the whip in his direction. He jumped and slipped on the shower floor, causing me to giggle with amusement.
“I guess you’re scared, huh?” I said with a grin. He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around him.
“I have a plane to catch. Fuck you,” he growled. He tried to make a dash for the door, but he slid across the entire floor and hit the adjacent wall with a hard thud. “Ah! FUCK! What the fuck did you do?” he screamed as he struggled to get up. I shook my head as I puffed on the cigar once more.
“Clumsy me. I must’ve spilled the baby oil,” I said with a slight pout, shaking the empty bottle.
Wordlessly, Julius glared at me from his position on the floor as I slid off the counter and moved over to him, allowing the coat to fall open and expose the lingerie I was wearing. “Now, what is it that you wanted to talk about, dear?” I asked innocently, tilting my head to the side. He eyed my attire and frowned.
“I see you have Gia’s coat again,” he said. I looked down and nodded.
“Yep. It looks good on me doesn’t it?” I asked. He didn’t say a word. I cracked the whip against his wet skin. “Doesn’t it?” I yelled, winding the whip back up in my hand.
“FUCK! Yes!” he shouted in agony as he held onto his arm. I grinned as I stubbed out the cigar in the sink.
“You know what, Julius? Your friend did see me leaving Brooklyn last night. You know why?” I asked.
He glared at me in silence but immediately spoke when I raised my arm to strike again. “Why, Arianna?” he asked as he cowered in a corner. I chuckled and moved closer to him.
“I was in Brooklyn getting the best fuck of my life. He’s better than you’ll ever be. And you know what else? He’s going to fuck me again and again and again, and I’m going to love every single minute of it,” I said with a sweet smile. He glared up at me with his fist clenched to his side.
“Aw, are you upset? Are you upset that I have you cowering on the floor like the bitch you are, or are you upset that another man is the reason I can’t walk straight today?” I asked with an amused expression.
He reached out for my leg, but I quickly stepped back. “You stupid bitch! I knew you were nothing but a whore! You’re just like your slutty friend—OW! FUCK!” he howled when I struck him again.
I shook my head. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Are you really that dumb to talk shit to someone holding a whip? And it’s weird that you’re calling me a whore. Who’s the one with another woman and a baby on the way?” I asked.
He stopped squirming and focused on me. I could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard at my statement. “Didn’t think I knew, huh? I’ll tell you what—until I figure out what to do with you, you’re going to submit to anything I fucking tell you to. We wouldn’t want our families to find out about your mistress and your bastard kid, now would we?” I asked. His chest heaved up and down with anger.
“Don’t ever call my son—FUCK, ARIANNA! STOP WITH THE FUCKING WHIP!” he bellowed. I could see he was on the verge of tears. Satisfied with my revenge, I carefully made my way to the door and opened it.
“Oh, before I forget, I replaced your body wash with Icy Hot. You’re going to start burning pretty soon,” I said and shut the door.
A few minutes later, I could
hear him screaming and crashing around in the bathroom. I giggled and shook my head.
Poor Julius.
Not only was his skin stinging from the whip, he now felt as if he were on fire and couldn’t get to the shower quick enough because of the slippery floor. I grinned to myself as I got dressed.
“YOU FUCKING BITCH! I FUCKING HATE YOU, YOU WHORE! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!” I heard him yell from the bathroom as he continued to struggle. I laughed and shook my head.
“I’ve already paid my debt by being with you,” I called before leaving the bedroom.
As I left the house, I learned two things this morning. First, I learned that revenge was sweet, very sweet indeed. I also learned that two could play this little game that I now found myself a part of. Now that I had the upper hand as well as Julius out of the way for a few weeks, it was time to get down and dirty with Zane and my research.
I WISH YOU WERE MY FOREVER …
AFTER DRIVING AROUND aimlessly for a few hours, I decided to stop by Zane’s catering company. When I stepped inside, people were bustling about carrying trays of food to their multiple delivery trucks as well as preparing silverware that was going out. I slowly maneuvered through the crowd, careful not to bump anyone or disrupt their fluid flow. I smiled when I saw Zane leaning against the counter speaking with another cook. His eyes slowly left the man and drifted to me, concern immediately filling his face.
Damn it.
I forgot to cover my bruise with makeup before I left.
He excused himself and made his way over to me, taking my hand without a word and leading me into his office. Once the door was closed, he tilted my face up and examined my cheek. “What happened to you?” he asked, stroking it gingerly with his thumb. I flinched and pulled away with a shrug.
“It’s nothing important. I’m fine.”
“It’s important to me. Who did this to you?”
“I … I don’t know,” I lied, turning my attention to the door. He gently held my face and looked into my eyes.
“Who hurt you, Sienna?” he asked softly. I hesitated for a moment. Telling the truth was out of the question.
“I was mugged the night I left your house,” I finally said. He sighed and pulled me into a tight hug.
“Please don’t leave in the middle of the night like that again. If you really need to leave that late, I’ll take you home myself. I just want you to be safe,” he said, kissing my lips gently.
I licked my lips and looked up at him. “On the bright side, even though it’s only been about 48 hours, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” I whispered against his lips. He smiled and sat me on his desk.
“Is that right?”
“Yes. How about we lock the door and mark number four off my list?” I asked seductively, wrapping my arms around his neck. He slipped his tongue into my mouth briefly before pulling back.
“As much as I would love seeing you naked on my desk right now, I’m swamped. We’re preparing to take this food to the soup kitchen a few blocks over,” he said with a sigh. I pouted slightly.
“I understand. But why are you catering a soup kitchen though? Are you being paid?”
“No. It’s just something I like to do to pay it forward. When I didn’t have anything, they fed me. So I cater to them once a month to give the homeless a chance to eat well other than on Thanksgiving and Christmas,” he said with a smile. I slid off of his desk and wrapped my arms around him.
“You’re such a good man,” I said softly. He nodded and kissed my forehead.
“I try to be. Would you like to come with me?”
“I would love to,” I said, smiling up at him. He took me by the hand and back into the kitchen where he showed me everything that he was preparing to take to the soup kitchen. There were gourmet sandwiches and soup, spaghetti, and salad, as well as baked chicken and a few vegetable sides.
“This looks great. I’m sure they’ll all be very happy,” I approved with a smile. He nodded as he admired his work.
“As long as everyone is fed, I’m happy. Let’s head on over there.”
When we arrived at St. Mary’s Shelter and Soup Kitchen, a group of children bombarded Zane as soon as he came into view. I smiled as they jumped all over him, showering him with hugs and handshakes. There was a small toddler girl with dark curly hair and brown eyes who attached herself to his leg, but he didn’t seem to mind. He looked back at me and extended his hand. When the children saw our fingers intertwine, the little boy asked, “Is that your girlfriend, Mr. Foreman?”
Zane looked at me and smiled before turning back to the boy. “You have to ask her,” he said. The children turned their attention to me as the boy peeked around Zane.
“Are you his girlfriend, Miss?” he asked. I giggled and nodded.
“Yes, I am,” I said, squeezing Zane’s hand a little tighter. He kissed it gently, causing all the kids to show their disgust before running back into the building. As everyone cleared away, I noticed that the little girl was still clinging to Zane’s leg, looking up at him hopefully. He reached down to pick her up and kissed her cheek gently.
“You want to eat your favorite spaghetti?” he asked her. She nodded eagerly and excitedly pointed to the building. Zane smiled and pulled me behind him into the soup kitchen.
The place was large. Not only was it a soup kitchen, it was also a shelter for homeless and battered women and children. Many families were huddled by beds talking quietly among each other while children played in the middle of the room. Zane placed the little girl down to play and led me toward the kitchen area where his workers were setting up.
“While they are doing that, how about we sneak off somewhere really quick? I can’t seem to take my eyes off this dress you’re wearing,” he whispered in my ear. I blushed and looked down at the navy blue dress hugging my every curve.
“It’s nothing special,” I said. He looked around for a moment, whispered something to one of his workers and pulled me down the hallway. “Where are we going?” I whispered.
We were passing multiple doors, and at the speed we were going, it felt as if we weren’t supposed to be back here. He looked around again before picking the lock on a door that had a sign saying “Keep Out.” I hesitated slightly. “We’re not supposed—”
He cradled my face into his hands as he kissed me, walking me inside the room and closing the door. Any hesitation that I had was left on the other side of the threshold. His hands quickly removed my coat and roamed down my side, pulling my body closer to his. His eyes were filled with lust and need as he inched my dress up over my hips, hooking his fingers around the side of my panties. My hands fumbled with his belt and pants as we continued kissing feverishly, the adrenaline of getting caught coursing through our veins. When I stepped out of my panties, he grinned and stuffed them in his back pocket.
“I already have one pair. I may as well start a collection so that I have a pair from every time I take you,” he said lustfully, connecting our lips again. We moved over to an old wooden desk where he laid me down. I watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet to pull out a condom. With a quick rip of foil, he slipped it on with ease and looked up at me.
“Are you still sore?” he asked, gently rubbing my sex. I sighed in pleasure and closed my eyes.
“A little, but I’ll be fine,” I said, grabbing a hold of him and maneuvering him inside of me.
We both groaned when he fully entered me, overwhelmed by the feeling of each other. He grabbed my hips and slowly thrust inside me, looking directly into my eyes. I couldn’t take my eyes off his. Every stroke he put inside me felt like it was more than just sex. It was as if he were trying to communicate without using words.
He leaned forward and kissed me gently as he pumped harder. The vibrations he sent through my body were causing me to come apart at the seams. My fingernails digging into his arm, I bit my lip to keep from screaming. The last thing I needed was to make a bad first impression by being caught with a
man, who everyone admired, balls deep inside of me.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled, moving a bit quicker and harder. His words immediately reminded me of Julius, which turned me off. I shook my head and pressed my hands against his chest.
“Zane, I can’t. Not here, not anymore,” I said, sitting up on my elbows. He slowed to a stop and looked at me, confusion taking over his handsome features.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, kissing me gently as he tried to stroke me once more before I stopped him. I sighed and shook my head.
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Then help me to understand. What’s going on?” he asked. I bit the inside of my cheek and looked up at him. He genuinely appeared concerned and willing to listen, but how could I tell him about Julius without exposing everything? Instead, I slid away from his dick and off the desk.
“I want to try something else,” I said, getting down on my knees in front of him. He raised an eyebrow as I removed the condom and let out a primal growl when I took him in my mouth.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he guided my rhythm and speed as I sucked. His moans and uneven breathing signaled that he was enjoying himself, at least. I slowly took his dick out of my mouth and licked down the length of it before returning him back into my mouth. As I tried to put more of him in, I gagged as he touched the back of my throat. He grabbed the edge of the desk and blew out a long breath.
“Shit, girl. Even though your throat feels amazing, don’t do anything you aren’t ready for. I’d hate to get stuck back there,” he joked. He talked me through relaxing my throat and breathing properly until I fell into a good rhythm. “Relax a bit … there you go,” he breathed as he pumped into my mouth a few times before pulling back to allow me to catch my breath.
The second time he did it, I could feel him tensing up. “Babe, I’m about to come. Unless you want it in your mouth, when I tell you I’m about to go, you may want to move,” he warned as he held my hair tightly. I continued my task, eagerly waiting to taste him for the first time. His breathing quickened, and he tilted his head back, trying to keep his balance by holding onto the desk.
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