by K. T. Red
A few quick strokes is all it takes to clear the line leading below. No need for any more artificial moisture as I’m lubricated more than is necessary of my own accord. His fingers spread my moisture along my lips and my highly excited cit. I try not to wriggle, biting my lip as he drives me crazy. All I can do is gasp and moan as he parts my outer and inner lips. The few wiry hairs that grow there are wiped away with a few strokes and I hear him gasp and swear under his breath. He dips into my wet sex and spreads more wetness around as he makes smooth every inch of my sex.
He flings the razor to one side and feels every bare crease, fold, nook and cranny. I glance down, startled to see the contrast of my pale skin against the dark red of my lips. Completely bare, exposed and vulnerable - utterly naked. Emil runs his hands up the length of my legs from my ankles to my thighs. The back of his fingers run over my bare flesh and I feel myself responding. I tremble as he touches me, feeling freshly exposed but familiar flesh. He looks at me as if he’s never seen me before.
I sit up and lean forward. He’s shaking like a leaf in spite of how aroused he is. I kiss him passionately and take his hard cock in my hands. Spreading my legs wide, I position him at my entrance. I feel him getting ready to push inside but I have another idea. “No, Emil. Wait.” I put a finger on his lips, wrapping my hand around his pulsating shaft. I softly rub the tip up and down my folds, letting him feel every inch of my slick and silky smooth wetness.
“Oh...Mon Dieu....sweet Sarah...” is all he can say, his eyes heavy, almost shut. I run his cock along my outer folds and up to press my clit, making us both gasp. I grit my teeth in the effort not to come, twirling his cockhead round and round the entrance of my wet, swollen sex, coating him in my juice. “Sarah...please.....I can’t...take this......please....” he groans, his voice cracking.
I release him and hop onto the bed, getting on all fours, lowering my chest to the bed. My ass is high in the air, giving him a spectacular view of his naked handiwork. He takes his fingers all over me, feeling every freshly shorn crease. I gasp as I feel him blow softly on my flesh and I shudder with the sudden chill. And then he places his mouth on me, instantly triggering an explosion of heat and fireworks. Kissing me and licking, flicking his tongue against my clit. I squirm and squeak as his fingers part my lips and he kisses me so hard that I’m coming over and over.
Chapter Nine
I grasp the covers on the bed and whimper “Please....Emil...” I feel the head poised, ready to thrust. I groan as he plunges in, deep and smooth and I hear him moan as my muscles wrap themselves around his shaft. His hands grip my thighs and he starts to thrust. No steady pacing but neither of us want that. It’s just fast and furious pumping, the most delicious change from his usual sensual self-control . He thrusts full length deep into me time after time, hard and brutally fast. I can hear him moaning and swearing as he fucks the hell out of me. His hands release me and one hand pats my clit in time with his thrusts while the other rests on my back to give him more leverage. He fucks me like a stag on heat, rutting me hard. Fast, animalistic and fucking awesome.
I’m crying and gasping and when my orgasm hits, it hits me so hard. I cry out as my body tears itself inside out and I feel my juices gushing out of me, running down my legs. As my sex throbs and pulses, I feel more lube being smeared over me as Emil slides his cock out. I groan when he presses the head against my anus, before slowly pushing inside. I cry out, panting, the exquisite pain spreading as he slowly slides his cock deeper.
My fingers grip the bedclothes as he starts to thrust, his hand stroking my sex and clit. I bury my face in a pillow as he increases his speed, the sensation becoming unbearable. The most delicious pain - dirty and nasty. I groan as he works me hard, his hand keeping my arousal high. He groans and grunts as he fucks my ass, smearing more lube over me, making his slides just a little smoother.
I tilt my head and glance back. His face his is set in a grimace, his eyes closed tight, his teeth bared. I’ve never seen him like this. He’s seen my dark, wild side and now he’s letting me see his. “Harder...harder...Emil...harder...” I snarl. He thrusts hard and fast, ripping me in two. It’s so wonderfully painful. He presses his hand hard against me, creating another orgasm deep inside me. “Harder! Harder! Harder!” He’s fully inside me, gasping for breath and roaring like a beast when he finally climaxes, pushing harder and harder into me, splitting open my entire body. Powerful throbs run through my sex as my entire world explodes between my legs. He fires his hot, salty spunk into my ass, grinding hard as my juices squirt all over his legs. I feel his fingers smearing the fluids up and down the full spread of my sex and ass.
“Oh...my...sweet, sweet Peach.....” I hear him moan. I cry out as he slides his throbbing cock out of my ass and collapses on top of me. We’re both struggling to breathe as we lie in a heap, shaking and trembling. I’m soaking wet and twitching like fury, my heart feels like it’s about to burst. Emil wraps his arms tightly around me and quietly sneaks a hand between my legs, just resting it there, making the very lightest of movements.
I feel his breath on the back of my neck as he nuzzles my hair, stroking it. “Are you okay, Sarah?”
“Mmmmm. Oh, wow! Emil! Aren’t you the animal?”
He chuckles then turns serious. “Please tell me, Peach. Did I hurt you?”
I turn in his arms and kiss him. “The animal part of you is simply awesome and more than a match for my wickedness. What a disgustingly fantastic sexy shock! I loved it!” I kiss him again. “But I don’t think I could cope with that every time. My ass feels like it’s on fire!”
“I’m sorry - I could not resist your beautiful bottom. It is not my usual choice of release but I had to know what it would feel like to orgasm inside your beautiful, beautiful bottom.”
I can’t help but snigger. The animal is also very lovable and appealing. “And?”
“Oh, Peach.....how raunchy you are! It was explosive and sublime at the same time - and very, very naughty and wicked. You take my breath away from me. You are quite magical and you have me completely spellbound.” All the breath leaves my body as he looks at me, his eyes misty, stroking my hair. “I have waited so very long to find you. I want to fly over your rainbow with you, my love. Will you take me flying with you?”
I feel tears prick my eyes. “Oh, Emil, don’t.”
He kisses the top of my head. “Do not be afraid, Sarah. I will never hurt you.”
“It’s not that, you wonderful Frenchman. I love every single second that I’m with you. You make me feel so amazingly free - and happy, so very happy. It’s just....” I take a deep breath. “I can’t forget that tape you saw - of me having sex with another man. And I feel so ashamed. How can you feel like this about me when you’ve seen.....” I can’t finish my sentence.
“Oh, shush now, my darling girl. It does not matter how we started, does it? Surely what is important is where we are now. We all have a past, we all do things we regret - even me. It is how we grow. I don’t want to ask but I have to ask you - are you still seeing Scott?”
“No.”
“Truthfully?”
I look at him. “No - not since before London. There was a slight - erm - period of overlap, if you know what I mean, but not anymore.”
He smiles. “So are you telling me that you finally consider yourself to be in an exclusive relationship with me, you dreadfully sexy bad girl? That you don’t think I am slumming it or using you? That you may even consider falling in love with your Monsieur Emil and let him have his evil, wicked way with you as often as is physically possible?” He pats my bottom and gives it a gentle squeeze.
“I still can’t quite believe it but yes, Emil, yes.” I bury my face in his chest. “But if you ever fuck my ass like that again, words will be had!”
He roars with laughter. “That sounds like a deal. But it was so fine! I love your ass. It is superb! Next time
I will let you sit on my face! ”
I slap his ass. “Emil!”
“I am sorry, Sarah, but you are just too good to resist. Now then, tell me - have you made any plans for this weekend?”
“No - why?”
“I would very much like to spend the weekend with you, if that’s alright with you, at a little place I own far away from everyone. We can make love all weekend to the sound of the sea.”
My heart swells. “I’d like that very much. I think my neighbours will also like it. They will enjoy the peace!”
Chapter Ten
I don’t know how he does it, I really don’t. Emil kept me entertained all night and twice before breakfast. The man is completely insatiable - and utterly adorable. I insisted that he drop me off just a short walk from work. As open as we’re becoming with each other, the time to be open with everyone at the factory is quite some time away.
If - no, when - we go public, everything will change. I’ll stop being Sarah from accounts and become the girl who’s shagging the boss. I’ll have to leave the factory but I’ll deal with that when the time comes. In the meantime, I intend to enjoy every illicit, private moment we have.
I wonder which of the morons on the board will be brave enough to ask Emil what I’m like in the sack? Boys will inevitably be boys. I know he’ll tell them nothing but I imagine that he’ll struggle not to smirk.
“Well, well, well. Look who it is - the factory slut!”
I jump as Scott appears from nowhere. “I beg your pardon?” I don’t like the look on his face. What he just said to me clearly wasn’t said in humour.
“Oh, you heard me. I know the reason why you don’t want me anymore. Why have the hired help when you can fuck the boss!”
I go cold but see little point in denying it. “How did you find out?”
He sneers and I move back when he reaches out to touch me. “I was curious about who was keeping your bed warm last night when it was meant to be me. So I called round after work and guess whose expensive little silver number I saw parked on your drive? Going up in the world, aren’t you, wildcat?”
“Like I said yesterday, Scott, who I have in my bed is my business - not yours!” My stomach lurches as I recognise how quickly his desire has turned to anger and disgust. He circles me, the rage coming off him in waves as he looks me up and down. “What exactly do you want from me, Scott?”
“Tell me, wildcat, is he a good fuck? Does he have a big cock? Do you guzzle him dry? Does he make you scream when you come like I did?”
“That is also none of your damn business!” I try to push past him but he grabs my arm. “Let go of me!”
He puts his face close to mine, his eyes dark and dangerous. “I’m making it my business!” Catching me off guard, he drags me into a nearby passageway and pins me hard against the wall, knocking my breath out of me.
“For God’s sake, Scott. Stop this!”
His hand goes up my skirt as I try and fail to push him away. I don’t want this! I try to stop him but he’s too strong and he pulls my panties to one side. I cry out but he covers my mouth with his other hand as he pushes two fingers inside me. “Tell me, slut, does he make you as wet as I do?”
I don’t want this but I can’t stop him. My heart is pounding and as he pushes his fingers inside me, my body begins to betray me and, in spite of everything, I respond. He laughs, taunting me. “Oh, my wildcat. You can’t help yourself, can you? You get wet at the drop of a hat.” He thrusts his fingers hard and fast as he laughs in my face, his hand clamped over my mouth, smothering my protests.
I’m in complete turmoil. I don’t want him, I don’t want this but I’m reacting and responding and I can’t stop him as he plunges into my wet sex. My legs are shaking as he brutally fucks me with his fingers, angry and demanding. He’s smiling and laughing as he takes control of me.
“I bet Monsieur fucking Emil doesn’t make you come all over his hand, you cheating fucking slut!” He’s getting angrier and rougher and I can’t stop what he’s doing to me. “Come on, wildcat. Give it to me!” I can barely breathe as I fight to stop my body’s reactions. “Give it to me, you dirty little slut!”
I start to cry and I shake as he presses the heel of his hand hard against my clit, his fingers wedged tight in my sex and I can’t stop myself from climaxing, my juices running out of me and all over his hands as he smirks in satisfaction.
Removing his hand, he wipes it on his overalls, laughing and finally taking his hand off my mouth. Tears are running down my face. “You bastard! You absolute fucking bastard!” I slap him hard. “You fucking piece of shit! Why?”
“Oh, come now, wildcat. You wanted it!”
I feel sick to my stomach as I realise that he believes what he’s saying. “That was a whisper away from rape, you fucking, fucking shit!”
“Yeah - but you loved it. You like it rough. We both know you get off on a good hard fuck! You creamed your pants the second I touched your fucking cunt!”
I can’t take in what I’m hearing. I’m crying and shaking. “What did I ever do to you to deserve that?” I can’t stop the tears as they fall down my face. “How could you?”
He screams and leans against the opposite wall, his head in his hands and I can hear he’s sobbing too. “Oh God! What have I done?” He looks up at the ceiling, his tears falling as fast as my own. “Sarah...I...”
“What, Scott? I suppose you’re going to say that you’re sorry and that you don’t know what came over you? That you didn’t mean it?” I take a deep breath and start to walk away.
“Sarah...please.....”
He reaches out for me and I pull back quickly, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “No, Scott. We’re done.”
My breath still hitches in my chest as I walk across the yard to main door, my legs unsteady. What the hell just happened? Was it rape? It can’t have been because I was aroused even though I didn’t want to be and I climaxed. Dear God, what a mess! How dare he do this to me? When I left my house less than an hour ago with Emil, I was glowing all over, happy and all romantic and loved-up for the first time in my life. I’ll be damned if I’ll let Scott take that away from me! I’ve waited my whole life for a man like Emil and hell will freeze over before I let someone spoil it.
It’s taken Scott’s assault - because that’s what it was - to make me realise what my attraction to him was all about. It was all about danger, excitement and the lure of the forbidden. Scott was just another version of Him and I just didn’t see it - because I didn’t want to see it. It’s time to teach him a lesson and I know exactly how to do it.
Chapter Eleven
It took two strong cups of coffee and numerous chocolate biscuits to settle my nerves and stop my hands from trembling. Luckily, Emil was busy with meetings today so I didn’t have him distracting me - or rather I wasn’t be able to distract him! I could lose my job for what I’m about to do but it has to be done.
My job gives me access to everyone’s personnel records but a record is kept of every log in. So I checked several employees not just Scott to try and disguise what I’m really looking for. I can always say that there was someone hanging around as I went home yesterday and I was curious as to who it was. It isn’t exactly that far from the truth. After jotting down the information I needed, I shut the system down and got on with the rest of my day.
I should have been sitting at my desk daydreaming, trying to keep a silly smile off my face after another spectacular night with Emil. Instead I sat there planning to do something that would get Scott off my back for good. And what I’m about to do is already leaving a very unpleasant taste in my mouth. I’ve never been religious but may God forgive me for what I’m about to do.
It’s not what I thought it would be like - Scott’s house. It’s just a normal, small family house with a garden and a path my trembling legs are wa
lking up. I take a deep breath, my hand shaking as I knock on the door.
A small, slim brunette answers the door, a screaming baby in her arms. “Hello.”
I smile. “Hello, Claire. Can I come in?”
She looks confused. “I’m sorry. Do I know you?”
“My name is Sarah and I’m fucking your husband. Now, can I come in or would you rather have this friendly little chat on your doorstep with your neighbours listening in?” I reply sweetly, forcing myself to block out the horror on her face as she opens the door. Funny, I thought the house would be untidy with there being children but it’s as neat as a pin. Even the baby’s hushed now. I wonder where the little girl is - nursery perhaps. No matter.
“May I sit down, Claire?” She nods, still shell-shocked. “He’s gorgeous. How old is he now?”
“Six months.” She holds the baby close, kissing his head. “You’re not the first, you know.”
Somehow this bit of news doesn’t surprise me and in a way I’m relieved. It makes my task a little less distasteful. “That’s as maybe but I can assure you that I will be the last.”
She sits wearily. “They probably all thought that. I used to get upset, especially when he worked his way through my friends and thought I didn’t know. Now I just let them run their course. He bores easily. But you’re the first one who’s had the balls to face me, I’ll give you that.”
I sigh. I like this girl. “The thing is I could take Scott from you like this,” I snap my fingers, making her jump “but for some reason he says he seems to think that he loves you and would never leave you.”
“I’m his wife. I’m the mother of his children.” Good. The shock’s wearing off and she’s fighting back.
“So, Claire, can you tell me why?”
“Wha...what do you mean - why?” She hugs the baby, her eyes wide.
“Why does he want to stay with you when he could be having the time of his life with me instead?”
