by Anthology
KNOCK KNOCK.
I lay there and watched as Dominic walked through the door.
“Morning.” He stood at the door in just his boxers, and I stared at him, unsmiling.
“What do you want?” I looked at him with a blank look.
“I’m sorry about what I said yesterday.” He gave me a wry smile. “I was a jerk.”
“Yeah, you were.” I nodded in agreement.
“I reacted badly to seeing you fucking my dad.” He made a face. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I croaked out, hoping Tom couldn’t hear.
“I shouldn’t have come to your room last night and said what I did after sex.” His words sounded loud, and I yelped as I felt Tom’s teeth nibbling on my clit. “You okay?”
“Yes.” I nodded and tried to close my legs.
Unfortunately, Tom was having none of it, and his tongue was now entering my very wet pussy. Thankfully, the duvet was so thick that it would be hard for Dominic to realize that someone was in the bed with me.
“Anyways, I wanted to come and say that I hope we can talk once we get back to the city.” He shrugged.
“Yeah,” I muttered and tried not to moan as Tom’s tongue had me on the brink of orgasm. “That’s…” I closed my mouth and my fingers tightened on the sheets as I felt myself coming on Tom’s face.
“I knew there was another guy.” Dominic made a face. “So it’s not like you lied to me. At least I knew you had another lover.”
“Yup,” I was able to squeak out as Tom’s tongue licked me up.
“I guess I’ll let you sleep.” He looked put out, and I nodded.
“Bye.” I gave him a small wave and watched as he walked out of the door and then closed it. I closed my eyes, lay back on the bed, and then pulled the sheets down. “What were you doing?” I glared at Tom, and he grinned at me.
“I was making you come.”
“You shouldn’t have done that.” I groaned as he moved back up beside me.
“Why not?”
“It just... I don’t know.” I sighed. “Nothing.” I didn’t know how to tell him that it made me feel like a cheater. I felt cheap. It had felt wrong having Tom pleasure me as I spoke to Dominic.
“So you’re doing the father and the son?” He looked at me for a second and lay back on the pillow.
“I have.” I nodded.
“So which one am I here to irritate?” He grinned at me. “And how far are you willing to go to get them upset?”
“I don’t know.” I sighed. “I really don’t know.”
“I’m all for playing your game, Saskia,” he continued, “but some of the rules have to change.”
“Oh?” I frowned as I saw his expression change. “What rules?”
“We’re going to do things my way.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “What I say goes.”
I swallowed as I looked into his eyes, but I still nodded in agreement. “Okay,” I whispered. “What you say goes.”
That was one of the biggest mistakes I’d made in my life. I’d always trusted Tom up until that point. I’d always thought he had my best interests at heart. I don’t know why I thought that. I should have known better. All men are dogs, and at the end of the day, they all end up looking out for themselves. Agreeing to go by Tom’s rules changed everything. It was the piece of the puzzle that changed the whole game.
Chapter Seven
Aiden was sitting at the table with Jessie when I went out to grab breakfast. She was one of those girls you knew was going to be a bitch before she even said one word. She looked like she thought she was perfect. I hated her on sight, of course. Both because she looked like a stuck-up bitch and because she was dating Dominic.
Dominic was supposed to be the guy who changed my life. I hadn’t quite admitted that to myself, but in my subconscious, I’d known. He was the one who was meant to make me whole. He was the one who was supposed to make me believe in love again. When he’d looked into my eyes as we made love, I’d really thought, in the depths of my soul, This is it. I guess I’m a fool—just like everyone else.
“Good morning, Saskia.” Aiden nodded at me as he drank his black coffee.
There’s something wrong with people who drink their coffee black, with no milk and sugar. It tells you something about their personality. It tells you that they don’t care what they have to give up to get the benefits from any situation. Be careful of people who drink their coffee black.
“Good morning.” I nodded and sat down. I didn’t bother giving Jessie a smile.
I can’t fake being nice. Don’t be so surprised at that. There’s no way you thought I could. If you didn’t know it by now, I can be a bit of a bitch.
“This is Jessie, my son Evan’s girlfriend.” He introduced us and I looked up.
She was staring at him with something akin to lust in her eyes, further proving my suspicions that something had gone down between them.
“Hello, Jexie,” I said, but she didn’t even look at me.
I was right—she was a bitch as well. I smiled to myself as I grabbed the orange juice. I loved putting bitches in their place. Absolutely loved it.
“Aiden, my friend Tom was in the neighborhood, so I said he could stop by. Is that okay?”
“What?” He looked at me with a frown.
He was annoyed. He didn’t like me taking liberties with his time and space. This was his hour and his game and he was the only player as far as he was concerned. Idiot. That’s the problem with men who have it all. They don’t realize it’s all an illusion. No one has it all.
“My friend, Tom, is here.” I smiled at him. “I hope that’s okay.”
“It’s not.” His eyebrows furrowed, and he was about to talk again when Jessie touched his arm.
“Are you guys fucking?” she asked softly. I could hear the hurt in her voice.
Aiden looked at her for a second and then picked up his paper and started reading. I laughed internally, though I still felt ashamed of myself.
“What do you think?” I looked at her and smirked. “I mean, what did you think we were doing when you walked into the room last night?”
“Tramp.” She gave me a scornful look, and I laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Dominic walked into the room looking like a Greek god, and I sighed.
“Nothing, darling.” Jessie stood up and kissed his cheek. “I was just saying how shameful I think it is for your dad to bring his mistress home.”
“Jessie.” Dominic’s face froze and he gave me a quick look.
I was ashamed that my heart was jumping as he gave me a small smile. I looked away, not wanting him to think I’d forgiven him for what he’d said to me last night. I knew it had been out of anger, but still, I was hurt and I knew that his words were partially true.
“Evan, take care of your girlfriend.” Aiden looked up, annoyed. “Saskia, come with me.”
I looked up, feeling annoyed and angry. Normally Aiden’s constant thoughts of himself and his own pleasure didn’t bother me, but now that we were here in front of Dominic, I was annoyed.
“Where are you going, Dad?” Dominic asked softly.
“To do some business.” Aiden grinned and stood up. He peered down at me with sparkling eyes. “Are you ready?” His voice was light, and I knew that none of this had affected him in the slightest. He really didn’t care.
“I haven’t eaten as yet.”
“I have something for you to eat in the study,” he replied swiftly, and I looked away as Jessie gasped.
“I’ll be there after I have my breakfast.”
“I’d rather you come now.”
“Give the girl a break, Dad. If she wants to eat breakfast before doing some work, let her eat.” Dominic sounded angry, and though I tried to look at him, he avoided eye contact with me.
“Don’t tell me you’re mad.” Aiden sounded surprised.
“I just want to eat my breakfast.” Dominic shrugged and poured himself some coffee.
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br /> “Excuse me.” I stood up. “I just remembered I have to call my friend Natasha this morning. I’ll be right back.” I hurried to my room, feeling uncomfortable.
I was happy to hear the shower running as I entered. I didn’t really want to have a conversation with Tom right now. Or sex. I sighed as I realized that he was possibly another complication in my life. I grabbed my phone and called Natasha.
“Hello,” a deep voice answered, and I thought about hanging up.
“Is Natasha there?” I asked Brad, her annoying husband.
“She went for a run.” His voice was short.
“I see.”
“Who should I say was calling?” he asked stiffly, and I stuck my tongue out at the phone. Brad was such a dick.
“You know it’s me, Saskia. I know that my name and photo shows up on the screen.”
“Sorry. I must have missed it.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“And you’re a self-centered bitch of a friend,” he responded smoothly.
“Ask her to call me when she gets back, please.” I sighed, not in the mood to take him on.
“It sounds serious.”
“It is urgent that she call me back.”
“Who did you fuck now?” he said softly, and the phone went silent.
Neither one of us said anything for about a minute as we waited to see if the other one was going to talk. It was awkward and uncomfortable. Part of me just wanted us to hash it out. It had been years that we’d hated each other, and Natasha just didn’t understand why. I didn’t know how to tell her. And I knew that he never wanted to tell her. I mean, he hated me and I hated him. We were both disgusted with each other. I sat on the bed and closed my eyes as I thought back to all those years ago.
“You’re an asshole,” I whispered into the phone.
“And you liked it.”
“Just tell Natasha to call me.”
“I don’t know why she’s still friends with you.”
“I don’t know why she’s still married to you,” I snapped back.
“So are you seeing anyone?” he asked softly, and I laughed.
“You don’t know the half of it.”
“So tell me.”
“Are you joking?” I exclaimed.
“Who best to tell than the guy who knows just how low you can go?” he said softly, and I sighed.
He was right, of course. I didn’t want to tell Natasha everything. She didn’t know about Tom and me, and I wasn’t sure how she would react if she heard that I’d been keeping it a secret for all these years.
“You’re a jerk, you know that?” I sighed. “And if I choose to tell you, it’s not because I like you. It’s because I have no one else to tell.”
“That’s fine.”
“Are you cheating on Natasha?” I blurted out to change the subject.
“No, never! Of course not!” he exclaimed.
“Well, not never,” I muttered.
“Saskia.” His voice went low. “Don’t.”
“I hate you.”
“It was your fault,” he muttered in reply.
“I was testing you and you failed.”
“It wasn’t supposed to go that far.” He sighed. “You should have stopped.”
“I know.” I bit my lower lip. “I know.”
“You couldn’t stop though, could you?” His voice was harder now.
“No.”
“I couldn’t stop either,” he whispered, and I froze at his tone. It reminded me of that night. The night that cemented for me that I didn’t deserve happiness.
“I have to go.” I quickly hung up the phone.
I stared up at the ceiling and laughed hysterically. No wonder this weekend was going so horribly. There was all sorts of bad karma waiting to come back and get me.
The Night I Seduced Brad
I didn’t intentionally try to sleep with Brad. I would never do that to Natasha. I loved her like a sister. I wanted the best for her. I cared about her so much that I didn’t even act upon the initial attraction I’d felt towards Brad when I’d first met him. I knew that he’d felt it too.
We were nineteen when we met. He and Natasha had only been dating for a few weeks. They hadn’t even slept together yet. We’d had an instant attraction. He couldn’t stop staring at me, and I couldn’t stop my fingers from burning every time they brushed his on the table. We played a cat-and-mouse game all night, and I’d never felt so stimulated by a man before.
Then Natasha told me how much she liked him. How they had some classes together and he was the smartest guy in the class. She was happy and excited, and I knew that I couldn’t act on my attraction. I was cold to him for the rest of the night, and while he looked confused, he didn’t say anything to me about it.
About two months later, he asked Natasha to be his girlfriend (officially) and that was that.
We saw each other every other month after that, and we were cordial to each other up until the bathroom incident. Natasha and I had planned a weekend getaway to Vermont with Brad and a guy I was seeing at the time. It was to be a romantic getaway, and I was so excited to get out of the city and have some fun. Unfortunately, we ended up renting a one-bedroom cottage, so none of us had any privacy. One night, I left a note on the pillow for my date to meet me in the bathroom at midnight. We’d all been drinking that night and had invited some locals we’d met at a bar to come over and party. I grinned to myself as I slipped out of the room at 11:30 p.m. and made my way to the bathroom. I slipped my panties off and stuffed them under the sink, and then I pulled my bra off, turned the light off, and waited. As the clock struck midnight, the door opened. I giggled in the dark and pulled my date in quickly, locking the door behind me.
“I—” he started, and I put my finger to his lips.
“Shh,” I whispered, enjoying the naughtiness of the moment.
I moved towards the bathtub and bent over, pulling my skirt up as I stuck my ass out. He knew exactly what to do, even in the dark. One of his hands circled my waist as the other one undid his zipper. He grunted as he rubbed the tip of his cock against me. I grinned to myself as I gripped the bathtub. I was already wet, and I knew that was turning him on even more. He wasted no time before sliding into me, and I cried out as he filled me up.
“Ooooh!” I moaned as he grabbed ahold of my hips and pulled out slowly before pushing back inside me.
“Like that, do you, Natasha?” He laughed as he slammed into me again.
I froze when I realized that I was in the bathroom with Brad and not my date.
“Oh shit.” I pushed back against him and straightened up.
“What the...?” he exclaimed, and when I turned on the light, his face was pale. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed as he looked at me.
“Why are you here?” I stared at him with wide eyes, trying to ignore his gigantic, hard cock that was still standing at attention.
“Natasha left me a note...” he started and then groaned. “Oh shit, she didn’t leave me a note, did she?”
“I left a note for Nick.” My face reddened. “Shit.”
“Oh my God.” He leaned back against the door. “I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay.” I took a deep breath. “We made a mistake. Neither of us did this on purpose. It’s not our fault. We stopped as soon as we realized.”
“Yeah.” He nodded and stared at me for a few seconds. “We did.”
“I’m sorry.” I sighed and walked towards him.
“It’s okay.” He nodded, and his eyes fell to my breasts. “It’s okay.”
“You should probably put that away.” I nodded at his cock and laughed slightly.
“Oh, yeah.” He continued staring at me.
I’m not sure what came over me then, but I reached over, grabbed his cock, and held it in my hands for a few seconds. His breath caught as I touched him, and I could feel my heart beating fast. I held him for a few more seconds before placing him back in his pants and doing up his zipper
.
“Thank you.” He nodded, his eyes filled with lust.
“It’s okay.” I stood there in front of him, barely breathing.
“You’re cold?” His fingers reached up to my breasts and he lightly squeezed my nipples.
“A little.” I nodded as his hands cupped my breasts.
“I thought so.” His fingers continued playing with my stiff nipples and then dropped to his sides. “I should go.”
“Yeah.” I nodded in agreement. “You should.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t feel bad, Brad. We didn’t know and we stopped when we realized.”
“Yeah.” He opened the door and then stared at me for a second before leaving. “We did.” He walked out of the bathroom then, and I locked the door behind him.
I would be a liar if I didn’t tell you that I wished we hadn’t stopped. I left the bathroom about five minutes later, and about thirty minutes after that, Brad proposed to Natasha. I wasn’t sure if it was due to guilt or something he’d already planned, but I smiled and congratulated them both as if nothing had happened. I could still feel him inside me even though it had only been a few seconds.
After that, things had gotten even tenser between the two of us. We’d never really been friendly and resentment had set in as we both kept the secret of what had nearly happened that night. Though that wasn’t why we now hated each other.
***
I hadn’t planned on seducing Brad. I’d just wanted to test him to make sure he was going to be faithful to Natasha. I knew that the best place to find that out would be at the bachelor party.
It was easy to sneak in to the party and pretend that I was one of the dancers. I wore a long, raven wig and a mask over my face. I didn’t go straight up to Brad. That would have been too easy. I danced around the room, giving his friends lap dances, and kept my mouth shut as their fingers grabbed my breasts and butt.
I was wearing a thong bikini and a small top, so I knew I was attracting a lot of attention. I noticed a few of the other dancers staring at me as I danced, but I ignored them. I knew the less I said, the better.
To be fair to Brad, I didn’t see him getting many dances. He laughed and brushed the girls away as he drank his beers. I pulled one of his friends to the side and told him that I wanted to give the groom a private dance as was customary for bachelor parties. I told him to get Brad to sit down in one of the soft leather chairs and to dim the lights. Of course, the guy was happy to oblige.
