I didn’t understand what this man did to me. The bath was supposed to be relaxing. The novel in my hand was supposed to be a distraction. The scented candles were supposed to soothe me.
One second, I was enjoying my book, basking in the aroma of the lavender-scented bathroom… The next thing I knew,my book lay on the bathroom floor… completely and utterly forgotten.
My hand covered my mouth as I leaned on the side of the tub with tears in my eyes as I fucked my pussy with two fingers. I imagined him fucking me as if he’d been waiting for months, pounding my pussy as he used me to please himself.
“Beckham... f-fuck,” I cried as I imagined him overstimulating me, using my body for his own needs. Taking in my scent, giving me that possessive gaze in his eyes that reminded me how much he wanted me, how much heneededme.
I’m telling you that I’m. Not. Fucking. Done. With. You.
“Oh shit. Oh shit, please, please, please,” I begged as I went faster, my fingers working furiously between my thighs, rubbing my clit as I tried to cover my moans with my hand.
I want to see you fucking cum, Flower. I want to see you fucking twitch and beg for more.
It felt so good. Actual sobs escaped my chest, and remembering him smiling and laughing at the misery he was going to cause me only made me go faster.
It was absolutely humiliating, but I wanted more. I wanted to cry while he smiled at my pain. I wanted to cum as he held me down, restricting me from moving. I wanted to beg him to use me in any way he wanted.
You don’t get to make choices anymore.
I arched into my own touch, sobbing out his name.
“Beckham... oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum… please, please,” I whimpered and felt my body jolt as I imagined him pinning me down, hand wrapped around my neck, choking me. My hips jerked as I chased the feeling, the deep fantasy that made me feel alive.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I sobbed as I kept going, his words ringing in my head.
I’m not done with you yet.
I kept going, stimulating my clit and hole until I physically had to stop myself. My face was soaked with tears and my legs shook as I did my best to calm down. I leaned on the tub as I tried to catch my breath, still needing more from him, feeling sated for the moment but feeling hungry for something more.
… That’s a good fucking girl, Flower.
After my bath, I put on a silk nightgown, my skin still flushed, still tingling as I heard the bedroom door open. Gavin entered the room as I applied my lotion.
“Hello, sweetheart,” he greeted as he placed a kiss on my lips.
I returned the gesture as guilt started building in my stomach.
I just moaned another man’s name and fantasized about being used in the bathtub… and now I was loving on my husband as if it had never happened.
Is this considered cheating?Still, it felt so wrong. Wrong that I had these thoughts when my husband was out working. I would ask Kira for advice, but what would that get me…? She already urged that I should act on all of my impulses, and she would be the worst to give advice in a time like this.
“Hi, Gav. How was work?”
He shrugged. “Same old, same old… I was thinking you and I could go for a walk and catch a bite to eat on our lunch break tomorrow. Been a while since we had time to ourselves.”
I let out a genuine smile, my mind trying to remain calm under this pressure.
“Sounds like fun.”
He nodded and took off his shirt before entering the bathroom.
As I combed my hair, I noticed my phone buzzing slightly, and then it stopped. Picking it up, heat rose to my face as I saw it was a message from Beckham.
Beckham
Are you happy that you landed me as a client? My father’s associate told me Kira was happy.
I felt a mix of irritation and pure lust in my mind as I tried to block out my “self care” session in the tub.
