His Brother's Wife

by Michelle Love

  “Thank you for dinner. That was a great night,” she said, as she kissed my neck.

  Mark took my private entrance, pulling into the garage and dipping low to drive us to the elevator. He let us out and bid us both good night, as he gave us a warm smile. I led Elisa to door by the hand, and she waved to Mark before wrapping an arm around my waist.

  I heard heels clicking in the garage and turned my head to see Natalie looking back at me as she walked towards her car. She didn’t have a penthouse like I did, so I was surprised and concerned that it blew my anonymity. “Do you know her?” Elisa asked in a loud whisper, as Natalie narrowed her eyes at me.

  “Just another resident in the building,” I assured Elisa, before turning towards the open door.

  We went up to my place and walked inside as I locked the door and she stopped walking just to look around. “This is…”

  “I call it home,” I said, as I slipped her jacket off to hang by the door.

  “Incredible,” she breathed, as she stepped forward and walked over to the windows to look over the city. I knew that I had an elegant apartment, since I had custom ordered everything in it, but it was nice to see the childlike joy on her face. “I never lived anywhere close to this. I guess you probably did.”

  “We were always comfortable, Elisa. This is more my own, though,” I walked over and started a fire, while she looked outside for a few more moments.

  “How many bedrooms does this have?” I heard her ask as I stoked the fire with the tools that I kept nearby, frowning at the ash collecting at the end of the shiny brass.

  “Four. Most of the space is this room and the kitchen, though the master bedroom is large,” I replied, as she sat down behind me. “I use the other rooms for an office, a spare room, and then another, more personalized extra room.”

  “Personalized?” She asked, with another one of her goddamn giggles, as I stood and ran my hands down my pants. I had slipped the coat and suit jacket off upon arriving home, and I turned to stare at her as I loosened my tie. Her eyes were dark and hungry as she leaned forward on the couch and licked her lips.

  “Did you like holding it earlier today?” I watched her face flush as she thought about my question, making me hard as I left my tie loose around my neck. I remembered the look in her eyes the previous time that I did that, and I had plans with it.

  “I did,” she told me, as a naughty look crossed her face. I wanted to see a lot more of it, and I walked over to her before dropping on the couch beside her. “Why? Do you want to do that again?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, as her green eyes caught mine with an intense look. I wondered how far to take it tonight as I leaned in to kiss her, first slowly and then with a heat that filled the room as we both deepened it.

  There was my bedroom or the other room. Was it too much yet? I knew that Elisa had expressed a previous concern about my past, and she might not feel that way once she saw what it held. I didn’t use my home often for sex, but there were the precious few women who had become more to me. That was when I designed the other room.

  Nobody meant what Elisa did to me, and had never even come close. I kissed her harder, testing her desire as she slipped her hand down between my legs and squeezed. “I want to show you something, Elisa.”

  “What?” She asked breathlessly, before she kissed me again. The kiss lasted a few minutes as she moved onto my lap and distracted me from my plan, my hands moving to cup her ass. I wanted to rip off all her clothes and fuck her right here, but I focused and pulled away.

  “Come with me,” I told her, as I pushed her off of me gently and went to get some water. We were going to need it. I held the bottles of water as I led Elisa down the long hallway and unlocked the door with the key that I pulled from the drawer in the kitchen. I paused before I took her hand and brought her inside, watching as her mouth dropped open and her eyes widen.

  Part 5

  Elisa

  He took me into another room that was lit by a large glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It was another bedroom, but more. It looked like sin, with the prominent iron headboard that offered several areas to be tied to, with a little something at the foot of the bed as well. I could see all the shelving and cabinets and I felt my thighs heat up as I wondered what was in there. I felt Damon slide his hands over my hips, making me jump at the heat that I felt from his hands. “I can do incredible things to your body in here,” he promised me, as I licked my lips.

  “So I see,” I replied, as I let the jealousy in my heart wind around my body. I reminded myself that he had arranged an apartment for me, as well as my mother. I knew that he cared for me, no matter what his past might include. I had to let that go. I had to see where this would go. “What do you want me to do in here?”

  “I’d like to start slowly. First, I want to tie you up and work on the control we previously discussed. I’d have complete control of the situation, and I’d like to feel out your limits,” Damon told me, as I shivered. “The bed is custom made for various kinds of restraint.”

  “I guessed as much. It’s beautiful,” I told him, as Damon chuckled darkly.

  “I don’t know if I’d refer to it like that,” he said, as I turned slowly in his arms. “This isn’t vanilla in here, Elisa. This can get rough.”

  “You wouldn’t hurt me. You wouldn’t push me if I asked you to stop,” I told Damon, as his eyes burned brightly in the light.

  “I wouldn’t do that,” Damon told me, as I smiled and stood on my toes to kiss him.

  “Why do I think this is more than that?” I whispered, before his lips caught mine in a heated kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me, carrying me across the large room to the bed as our tongues danced together. I felt the heat thick in my veins as I pulled him closer, inviting him to do what he wanted. I knew what this room was, at least in part, and I felt ready for it.

  I wanted to hold onto Damon, and taking a step into his world was going to be necessary for that to happen. It might excite my otherwise dull life as well.

  I stripped off my clothes when Damon ordered me to in a soft voice with a firm tone. I was shaking as I dropped them onto the floor and turned my gaze to him, seeing his eyes hungry as they took me in. He strode to one of the cabinets, removing some rope from it and turning it in his hand.

  “Get on your back and spread your arms and legs,” Damon told me, as I complied, blushing at the way I was exposed. Damon focused on the knots, keeping them comfortable and allowing me enough room to move around. I knew that I couldn’t touch him, though, and the idea bothered me and excited me all at once. I saw him slide his eyes up my legs to take in my glistening pussy as he secured my feet, taking away any control from me as I trembled.

  I was quiet as he stripped, proudly displaying his muscled planes and stunning body before he sat down on the bed between my legs. “We’ll start slow, Elisa. I want to make you enjoy this, but if you don’t, just tell me to slow down. I don’t want to scare you, and doing it this way is testing my control.”

  “Okay,” I said, as he nodded and looked over my body slowly. My nipples were hard and achy while I felt my core growing wetter with the intensity of his eyes. It was almost too much, and I struggled against the binds as he rested a hand on my calf. The slight touch made me jump, and he stroked my skin as he told me to calm down and that I was safe. Damon took something in his hand and dimmed the lights a bit, creating a calm sensation in me as he stroked my leg, his hand rising higher and higher. The combination of desire and contentment was overwhelming to me, and I jerked as he slipped his fingers over my pussy.

  “So wet for me,” he murmured, as he stroked my clit, smiling at my low moan. “This is your spot, Elisa. This is your center.” I nodded, as he moved his hand slowly over me, just teasing my swollen nub. One finger slid inside of me, stroking my inner walls firmly as I squirmed and bit my lip. I never knew my own sensitivity before Damon, and it was killing me that I wasn’t going to be able to come soon. I wa
nted that. I wanted to coat his fingers and scream his name in this room, followed by begging him to fuck me hard. I was ready, but I suspected that he knew that.

  “Damon,” I cried out, as he found a place that made me nearly explode before moving away from it with a smile on his face. “That’s not fair. It felt so good.”

  “I know,” he teased me, as I lowered my gaze to meet his eyes as he stroked my slick inner thighs that I knew had to be pooling onto the bed by now. We stared at one another for a long moment as he seemed to consider his next move, looking dangerous and sexy as sin.

  He moved to sit beside me, his eyes circling my nipples as they seemed to reach to him. “Fuck, they ache,” I said, as he reached out and smoothed his hand over the skin just underneath my breasts. His finger slid up, stroking the right one as I closed my eyes and memorized the feeling. I could come from this in my unsettled state, but I was aware that he knew that and would prevent it. “How can you stand this?”

  “I am hard as a rock right now, Elisa. It’s not easy, but we need this step,” his voice was low, and I could hear him controlling it as he plucked at me, causing me to jerk again. “When I do fuck you, you are going to be wet with all the orgasms that I allowed you, tight for my cock.”

  “Oh, God,” I moaned, as he lowered his mouth to kiss my stomach, moving slowly up to take one of my nipples into his mouth. Damon used his mouth on me, drawing me close to an orgasm before he pulled away. Slowly, he added light clips to my nipples and teased my clit with a dildo with the vibration on low, pulling away every time I got close. I was hoarse when he finally slipped two fingers inside of me, stroking me hard as I rocked with him.

  “Come, Elisa,” he whispered in my ear, as I screamed. My body rocked forward, every nerve ending in my body feeling this orgasm. It was worth the torture in that moment, even though it felt like hours’ worth of it. I whimpered at the end as he stroked me slowly, prolonging the pleasure. “How did that feel?”

  “Amazing,” I panted, as I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. Every muscle ached with it, and I felt him move from the bed, returning quickly. Something was placed against my mouth, and I cracked one eye to see a bottle of water in Damon’s hand. I sucked and found it to be the kind of lid that I could control. I drank gratefully from it.

  When I was rested, he moved between my legs and teased my pussy with his mouth. Damon cleaned me from the previous orgasm, drawing me closer to another before he’d pull away and nibble on the soft skin of my inner thigh. I played back the previous one in my head, telling myself that it was worth it as he dragged my clit between his teeth and made me moan. I was closer to having him inside of me, fucking me raw as I begged him for more.

  Damon was taking away all of my will power as he pleasured me to the edge, pulling away too many times. I cried out with it, begging him, then telling him that I hated him. When he finally told me to let go and took me between his teeth again, I screamed and flooded his lips. Damon drank me in, stroking my clit with his thumb as I felt my body go through the intense process all over again.

  I opened my eyes as he released my feet and told me to get on my knees. “I love how tight a woman is after I’ve tasted her,” he said, as I tried to find the strength to move. It was too much, and I groaned as I flipped over, moving to my knees. I suddenly found something inside of me as I heard the tearing of a wrapper, then felt Damon drive himself inside of me. I knew how much everything had gotten to him as he moved rough and fast, and I rocked with him. I was soaked with need and needed this. He slapped my ass as he pulled back, making me cry out.

  Damon came with a roar, gripping my hips as he filled the condom, and I came for the third time that night. I didn’t know how long we’d been in here, but it felt like days at that point. He moved away from me on shaking legs and grabbed the water, offering it to me before he took a long sip. “It was so hard not to just shove you on your stomach and do that in the beginning. Was it worth the wait?” Damon asked me, as I considered my answer for a few moments, in part because I was having trouble breathing.

  “Yes,” I replied in a hoarse whisper, as I felt him kiss my shoulder before untying the ropes.

  He rested for a few moments before lifting me into his arms and carrying me to another room. It was a bedroom, as big as the other, but more like a master bedroom. It had a huge bed, a fireplace that took up the entire wall, and a big screen television on the wall that we were facing. I felt him set me on that bed, naked and probably a hot mess, and looked into his eyes by the light of the lamp in the corner of the room. “I prefer to sleep in here.”

  “I’m staying?” I asked, as he nodded.

  “You might never leave at this point,” Damon assured me, as he pulled down the comforter and sheets before lifting me and setting me near the pillows.

  “I’m a mess, Damon,” I told him as he licked his lips. “I can wash the sheets tonight if you want.”

  No, I want your scent on them and in my room. I want to be reminded of everything that just happened,” Damon told me, before he kissed me. “I want to feel you around me again in here, slower. More intimately.”

  “I’d like that,” I told him, as he moved beside me to kiss me slowly. It was passionate, but didn’t feel rushed. It felt perfect. I wanted to please him to show him my gratitude for the events in the other room, and Damon allowed me to push him to the mattress and crawl down his body to his cock. I wanted to taste him now.

  He held my hair as I bobbed over him, my mouth tight and greedy. Damon gave me control now, groaning as I increased the pace and beginning to rock with me. He came with a grunt, filling my mouth and throat, as if he knew that’s what I wanted.

  It was.

  He had to pull me from him as I tried to swallow every last bit of his essence. “What have I done to you?” Damon mused, as he took in the wild look in my eyes with a soft gaze. “I am turning you into a monster.”

  It wasn’t long before he was hard again and we were pressed together, him above me as he slid in and out of me. It was slow and bordering on sweet as I held him close and wrapped my legs around him. Damon’s mouth drifted down to my nipples, my neck, and my lips, even though I was previously filled with him. He didn’t seem to care, making me wonder about him.

  I came a moment before he did, feeling his lips in my hair as he jerked above me. I was overwhelmed, wondering what I’d ever go back to when this ended.

  Damon

  Elisa fell asleep before I did, curled up in a heap after everything I’d put her through. I watched her as I allowed myself to relax, covering her with the blankets and stroking her hair back. She was innocent before me, but so open to my ideas, and I craved her again as I took in her beautiful face. I knew that she was perfect. The unpleasant idea of my preparing her for another man crossed my mind, and I slipped under the covers with a frown.

  We had a lot stacked against us, Elisa and me. There was the fact that I was her boss and this was against company policy, to begin with. There was the chance of gossip, which could be cruel and heartless, hurting her in the end. There was my past, which could threaten us at any time and possibly frighten her off.

  I could give her the world if she wanted it. I had already given her an apartment for her and her mother, but I sensed that Elisa wouldn’t want to stay home while I covered the rent and every other expense in her life. She had too much pride and had worked hard to rise above her life for so long now that it was in her blood.

  I could count the women who begged me for just that on two hands. Why was I falling for the stubborn one?

  I settled close to her body, sliding my arm around her as I drifted off to sleep. It was Friday night, and we could sleep in tomorrow, maybe even leave the city and spend the day together. I could stay in bed with her and be happy, but Elisa deserved to live after all her hard work. I wanted to show her the other side of life.’

  When I woke up in the morning, I could see the fog thick in the air through my wall of windows. Elisa was pressed agai
nst me, hot and bare, and I felt my body react to her skin. I wanted to take her quietly, slipping inside of her as she opened her eyes, but I moved slowly between her legs and spread them as she moaned in her sleep. I slid down to her pussy, still covered in her juices from the night before. I liked a dirty girl in the morning, and I pressed my mouth over her and licked slowly with my tongue.

  “What?” Elisa moaned, as she moved against me and I raised my eyes to see her staring at me. “I was afraid that it was all a dream.” I continued to lick her, separating her to find her clit hard for me as I stroked it firmly. “Damon, you feel so good.” I licked and sucked, even using my teeth as she just watched me.

  Without my urging, Elisa held onto her release with her eyes wide and bright before she cried out and jerked against me. “The student learns,” I noted, as she looked at me with a big smile. Elisa looked beautiful with her cheeks flushed and glowing as she reached down to pull me up towards her.

  “She does. Get up here and reward me,” she mumbled, before claiming my lips in a kiss, tasting herself on them as she kissed me slowly and hungrily. I reached for one of the condoms on the night stand beside the bed and managed to get it on one-handed as she held me close. I heard her giggling as I dropped between her legs and eased the head of my cock inside of her, causing the giggles to turn to moans. We moved together, slow and hard, both of us needing the other to give us the release that we craved.

  I knew that I was addicted to this woman as I came crying out her name, and I fought the nagging thoughts telling me that it wouldn’t work out. It was difficult, but I’d make it work somehow. “How would you feel about going to the coast today?” I asked her, as she looked across the room through the windows.

  “It looks pretty cold to me,” Elisa replied warily, as I smiled. “I don’t have any clothes, except the ones I brought here.”

  “We’ll get you something, hit a diner on the way for breakfast and just drive. I want to get out of the city.” I looked at her, as she smiled and nodded. “Shower with me?”