“So I definitely think we’ll be having some serious April showers,” he finishes his sentence and I nod politely. There’s a lull in our conversation and it is only then that I notice we are in an alley that is pretty much deserted. And definitely not a place where my Louboutined feet should be.
I’m about to complain about our surroundings, when Mr. Edwards – I realize I still don’t know his name – completely disarms me with a charming smile. “I do believe we’ve had enough weather talk, don’t you?” he asks, always the perfect gentleman.
My insides tingle with the possibility of knowing more about his relationship with Reina. I have a barrage of questions ready to fire at him, when he does something completely, utterly unexpected.
Mr. Edwards pushes me roughly against the wall and the bricks of the building dig into my skin. I don’t even have the time to gasp, as he expertly grasps my hands and holds them above my head, his other hand flicking aside the skirt of my dress while he gives me the most vicious look I’ve ever experienced.
“Now, you little liar,” he says with the very same polite voice he’s been using all evening, except now it’s dripping with irony and hatred. “What will I have to do to shut you up?”
I squirm and try to get away, but his grip is like iron. I will not be escaping this conversation, as much as I want to. I get to leave when he says I can leave. “I don’t know what you mean,” I yell out, feeling as frightened as I am turned on, a delicious quickening heartbeat promising to give me material for weeks of satisfying myself.
“Really?” he asks ironically and leans in closer so he’s almost touching my ear lobe. “You poor little girl,” he whispers softly and I beg, crave his touch. Anywhere, everywhere. I want him to fill me up and take me. Yet I’m so afraid my legs are buckling under me.
I stay silent.
He moves away with a devilish grin, still holding me right where he wants me. I feel my legs becoming slick with the excitement I’m feeling and I fear he’ll just leave me here when I want so much more.
“You’re not just a voyeur then,” he says softly. “You’re a cunning bitch, too?” I look at him with surprise. Even though I might have suspected he knew about me spying on them, I never thought he would be crazy enough to admit it.
“Oh, I know,” he says darkly and leans closer. “But I know some of your dirty little secrets too, cunt,” he whispers deliciously close to my lips and I writhe in agony.
In the next moment, he’s moved away and I almost fall to the floor when I’m free to move again. I rub my wrists, pained from his touch and look at him with shock as he laughs at me. I am desperate now.
“I’m going to tell!” I yell again. I come closer and whisper the next sentence viciously. “I’m going to tell everyone you’re fucking your stepdaughter.”
“Yes?” he says sweetly and grabs me by the neck. I gasp for air.
His hand is between my legs. I’m so wet the wind is raising goose bumps on the slick skin on the inside of my legs, and all I can think about is his cock, inside me. His fingers push the fabric aside roughly and he feels around for panties. I value the slight look of surprise on his face when he realizes I’m not wearing any, but it’s gone too soon to think more of it. In the next instant, his fingers are plunging deep inside me and I groan in pain and pleasure.
“Who are you going to tell?” he asks me softly, his fingers exploring me, prodding me, testing, pushing. I’m about to lose control, my mind spinning, my legs locking his hand in place, begging him to finish.
“Who?” he yells at me, so close his spit lands on my lower lip.
I quiver beneath his touch as I climax the way I never have before. “No one. I … I won’t tell anyone.”
REINA
1
My name means queen in Spanish. I would prefer princess. That’s what I’ve always been, a spoiled princess. You don’t believe me? Let me tell you a little story.
Ever since I was a child, I’ve gotten everything I wanted. Precious mommy got knocked up at 16 and ended up alone after the guy that pumped his seed into her disappeared into the unknown. We were better off, my mother assured herself. After all, was she not the sole heiress of a multi-billion dollar fortune?
That might have been so, but like many parents, my grandparents were not thrilled about the prospect of their beautiful daughter being a single mother at 16. However, my ever so resourceful mother took matters into her own hands. She announced her pregnancy to the press, always showing a brave face. Her father was proud of her, so she was right back in the hereditary throne.
And then I was born.
A screaming, ugly, red haired brat that looked nothing like my blonde bombshell of a mother.
Apparently, I was selfish since the day I was born. I would shout and scream until I got my way, often resorting to manipulation to get what I wanted, even at an early age. At first it was toys and pretty, sparkly shoes, which soon turned into boys, and even sooner, into man.
I’ve always liked older men. That experience, you know … Well, you don’t, unless you’ve had one between your legs like I do right now. All thanks to using people, abusing my status and in turn, getting exactly what I want – just like I have always done.
Would I say I have changed?
As I examine the man below me, I think over this question in between bursts of pleasure. He’s ramming his cock into me and I’m moaning at all the right moments, even though my mind is elsewhere. But soon, it roams even further away, into very, very forbidden territory.
I’m thinking about another man. But as if that isn’t bad enough – since I’m fucking someone completely different – I’m also thinking about the man who was my stepfather for the past few years of my life.
My name is Reina Lopez-Edwards and I’m a very bad girl. I’ve come to terms with it, you see, the way I lie and cheat my way around the world, getting exactly what I want at every turn.
However, there is one person who could ruin all of it for me.
And she will be sitting across for me at a dinner table in a few minutes, innocently locking eyes with me as if she knows nothing.
But she knows it all. That’s why I have to get rid of her.
Which is why I’m screwing her boyfriend’s brains out at the minute.
2
When we return to the table, little Miss Liar and Rowan are already sitting down. I exchange a quick glance with my stepfather and he gives me a reassuring smile, to which I only respond with a pout. I know it’s supposed to make me feel better, but what bothers me is that he will probably refuse to talk about it even when we are alone.
“Had a nice walk?” I ask politely and give Liar, aka Crystal, the death stare. If she thinks she’s got anything on me, she’s got something else coming.
I’m surprised when she fails to meet my gaze, when all evening it seemed like she was digging for information. Instead, she clears her throat and doesn’t even question where me and her boyfriend have been for the past fifteen minutes, instead leaning closer to Jacob so he can give her a kiss on her cheek.
With a little bit of satisfaction I notice Jacob’s tie is crooked, which must’ve happened when I pulled him into the restrooms. We didn’t waste time; instead, he just unbuckled his belt and opened his zipper. Hey presto, I got a quick orgasm and by the end, he was already muttering his girlfriend’s name into my red mane.
Unfortunately, Crystal does not seem to notice that there’s anything amiss with his tie. As opposed to the first half of the evening, all she does is crease her forehead (a rather unattractive look for her, I might add) and stare intently at some soggy baby carrots on her plate.
I’m staring at her questioningly, when I feel Rowan’s hand on mine. I look up into his knowing eyes and I can’t stop the smile that appears on my face as soon as he’s in visible range.
“Are you ready, dear?” he asks softly, and it is only then that I notice both he and Jacob have gotten up, while Crystal and I remain seated. I guess dinner’s over,
then.
I get up as gracefully as I can muster after three glasses of wine and a dull ache between my legs from Jacob’s ramming, refusing to meet his eye. He seems to be embarrassed as he doesn’t really look at me either. Instead, he shrugs the coat over his lying girlfriend and we say our polite goodbye, Crystal muttering something and blushing furiously.
I don’t know what’s happened to her, but at least her mouth is shut.
For now.
3
I let Rowan lead me out of the restaurant and we’re both quiet until the driver picks us up. We file into the car, once again silent, him sitting on the opposite side and me, in the direction we’re driving in. Rowan rolls up the window separating us from the driver after briskly telling him to take us home, and we both fix our gazes on the tinted windows and the silhouettes of the sleeping city outside.
We’re quite for a long time, contemplating our own thoughts even though there’s so much to say.
Do you know I fucked someone just so I could be with you? I want to ask. Do you know how many times I’ve done that in the past few years? Do you even care?
I don’t know what Rowan is thinking, but I let him stare out of the window until the tension between us becomes palpable and I really cannot take it anymore.
“Are you ever opening your mouth again?” I ask tersely.
He looks away from the window, focuses his gaze on his palms for a second, then his eyes are on me, that naughty look I know so well already giving them extra light. “Not unless I get to lick a part of your body,” he says haughtily and his eyes trace my body, clad in a skintight bandage dress in a pastel pink color that clashes perfectly with my red waves.
I snort and don’t give him an answer or retort, but I don’t try to hide the spark burning in my eyes, either. He keeps looking at me with that intolerable smirk though, and finally, I give in.
“You were gone for a while,” I finally give a hesitant retort and he tilts his head, his eyebrows raised in amusement. “With the girl,” I add nervously and grit my teeth together ever so slightly. “Crystal,” I finally add unnecessarily.
I hate saying her name. It burns my tongue.
Rowan moves in his seat just a little, but I notice it. It’s his tell-tale – when he moves just before speaking, I know he’s either lying or hiding something. “Just did what I had to do,” he says softly. “You know what we were risking.”
I nod silently and think over the details. There’s a reason I can’t stand that blonde bimbo.
You see, Rowan and I have this apartment where we … where we can be ourselves. You don’t know how hard it is to hide a relationship, a union that is frowned upon and not only that, people might be disgusted by it. Though I truly don’t know how to connect disgust to the mouthwatering orgasms he’s capable of giving me.
We got the apartment years ago. It’s in a pretty seedy neighborhood, but that’s why it’s perfect. No one’s recognized us so far, and that’s great, because both Rowan and my faces have been plastered across papers and tabloids often enough for people to realize it’s us.
Until we noticed her.
She thought she was being so sneaky, the stupid bitch.
4
Once, mid-fuck, Rowan told me to be as loud as ever. I obeyed dutifully, like a good little girl. When he came inside me, I was loud and boisterous and he loved it. When we finished and I was lying in his arms, my insides churning with lazy desire and my legs wet from his cum, he whispered in my ear.
“We’re being watched,” he said softly.
I panicked immediately, but before I could push myself off the bed and see what he meant, he pushed me back down and angled his body in a way that shrouded the natural light coming in through the window.
“Don’t look,” he said softly and gave me a kiss on the lips, his taste lingering on my mouth long after he pulled away. He grinned at me devilishly as his hand ventured between my thighs, playing with me, teasing me. “Let’s have a bit of fun, shall we?” he suggested and I found myself too preoccupied with the hotness in my pussy and the unsteady beat of my heart to argue.
And so it happened that soon, we were frequenting the apartment even more often than before. Somehow, the blonde girl in the building on the other side of us got us even more hot and bothered – not that we had an issue with that beforehand, but it really felt good. We were doing something wrong, and we all knew it, but we knew she didn’t recognize us and so wouldn’t tell. It made our situation that much hotter, that much more forbidden and dirty …
And I’m a very dirty girl.
It was all great, until last evening. Last evening, when we were supposed to meet with one of the new lawyers for Rowan’s firm, and I had been dreading the meeting all week, questioning why I even had to be there. Rowan assured me it was important that I show interest in our firm – oh, if only the investors knew how much interest I showed him.
I didn’t recognize her at first. Didn’t even pay attention to her or her slimy boyfriend until she started asking strange questions and being rude.
I glared at her a few times, and once, my eyes were finally a bit too familiar with that voluminous, thick blonde hair. I scrutinized her and felt myself go paler and paler by the second. It was her. The voyeur girl, sitting right across from me. And based on her knowing smile which she shot my way every so often, she knew who we were very well. And she was too curious for my liking as well.
She followed Rowan out of the restaurant like a puppy, and I took my chance.
I replied sweetly to every comment her boyfriend made, and finally asked him discreetly whether he could help me with my dislodged zipper in the restroom.
He followed without complaint.
When we were safely in the ladies room, which was empty, his hands shook as he zipped me up. He was breathing nervously as I turned around, looking up at him through my thick lashes. And then, he was moaning in seconds as I leaned in closer and stuck my tongue in his mouth.
It was easy. Too easy.
You’d think a little bombshell like this Crystal girl could at least keep a man faithful to her, but no – as soon as my mouth was on him, Jacob’s hands were roaming around my body, gripping my tight ass and exploring my mouth with hot, short breaths.
He was a goner in thirty seconds and I couldn’t help but think what kind of woman that made her. Since he was already pulling down his trousers and searching frantically for my bra strap, I guessed he hadn’t been satisfied in a pretty long time.
Figures. It’s always the prettiest girls who are shit in the sack.
5
Jacob was a bad fuck.
He didn’t kiss me tenderly, or passionately. His tongue was sloppy, his kisses wet and rushed. He came within five minutes and was so out of breath when he finally released I thought I might have to call an ambulance.
“You’re so hot,” he kept whispering in my ear, panting with desire.
“Fill me up, Jacob,” I moaned in his ear as he pumped inside me and he gave such a satisfied groan I couldn’t help a small smile escaping my lips. What an amateur.
“I’m going to,” he said pathetically as he rushed his thrusts even more, finally gasping as I felt my pussy fill with his wet, warm cum. I feigned some sort of satisfied groan myself as he shuddered, clutching me close to him.
As I surveyed him while I pulled up my panties over my pussy, wet with his cum, I figured it was a real shame. He was a very handsome man – though that might be an exaggeration, especially in comparison to Rowan. He was just a boy.
A boy I’d just taken advantage of, in hopes of having a weapon against his girlfriend. And it also helped that I’d secured my reputation of a skank. Anything, anything, to hide what was truly happening.
In case you haven’t figured it out, I like my secrets nicely swept under the rug.
Blab and I’ll hurt you.
As Jacob and I made our way back to the dining part, I sat down, feeling satisfied – unfortunately not by the sex, but by the fac
t I had one ace up my sleeve against Crystal.
She and Rowan were already sitting down, but she seemed subdued somehow. She didn’t shoot me any more looks, didn’t blab any stupid questions, and was pretty quiet for the rest of the evening. The same could be said for Jacob, who I quickly realized was in a state of regret over what we’d done, refusing to meet my eye.
Rowan was polite as ever, and pretty much the only one steering the conversation. The rest of the evening was painfully awkward, and I was glad when the dinner was over and we finally got up to leave.
As Rowan and I were waiting for the car, I felt the nervousness take over me. What had I done? I had slept with a complete stranger, fucked him senseless, and even let him take me unprotected. I was on the pill, but there was always a certain level I’d go to – and being fucked without a condom in a restaurant restroom was not one of them.
I felt tears well up in my eyes and turned away so Rowan wouldn’t see them. I could still feel the wetness between my legs, making sure I knew I’d just fucked someone other than my stepfather.
Suddenly, I realized what I had done was completely necessary. I would do anything, anything to keep this secret for the man I loved.
“Are you okay, honey?” Rowan asked as we were getting into the car and I nodded bravely, flashing my straight smile.
“Just perfect,” I said sweetly and plopped down on the plush seat of the car, ignoring the leak of cum happening in my panties.
Liar.
6
I’m transported back to the car as my thoughts lead me back to the exact place where I’ve been sitting for the past ten minutes in complete quiet.
“Cat got your tongue?” Rowan asks teasingly and I pull a face at him, annoyed. I don’t even know why I’m angry, but it’s probably got something to do with this little problem I have with jealousy. I personally don’t think it’s a problem per se, but ask anyone else and they’ll go on and on about it.
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