"See to it that you don't forget," she responded firmly. "I won't lie…you're my favorite girl in this house. Me and you have developed a bond outside of this business. However, make no mistake, you still work for me. And fondness or not, my rules still apply. No feelings. No entanglements."
Madam’s words sat heavy in the room, but I didn’t let it show. My jaw tightened for a second before I smoothed it out, rolling my shoulders back like nothing had touched me. I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of seeing me rattled. “No feelings. No entanglements,” I repeated, more to myself than her.
Madam didn’t say anything, just watched me.
She wasn’t going to bend on this, not even for me and that irritated the hell out of me. I stood slowly, smoothing my dress down over my hips, internally recalculating my next move. “Of course,” I said finally, with a small smile. “You know I always follow the rules.”
Her brow lifted slightly, but she didn’t challenge it.
I adjusted the vase of carnations on her desk just a little, making sure they sat just right. “Thank you for hearing me out though,” I added, voice light, pleasant. “I just care about the integrity of the house.”
“Mmhm,” she replied, softly. “I’m sure you do.”
I turned and made my way to the door. Just before I reached it, I paused, hand resting on the knob. “Just… keep an eye on it,” I said without turning around. “Before it becomes a problem.”
Then I stepped out. The second that door closed behind me, the smile dropped. My face hardened as I walked down the hallway, my mind already moving.
Madam wasn’t going to remove Gianna?
Fine.
That just meant I had to be smarter about it. I for damn sure wasn’t about to let some new bitch walk in here and take what was mine.
Chapter 19
My wife was a vison in red lace.
Body oiled, and glistening, she smelled sweet, looked even sweeter. Her body swayed sensually to the music playing low on in the background. The glow from the candles bounced off her warm brown skin making her look like a dream. She was absolutely a dream to witness…but my dick was limp as a cooked noodle.
The lingerie. The dancing.Her.None of it was making me hard.
My mind was straying to that little spot outside the city. To a woman who made me question what I wanted. To a smile that haunted my dreams and a body that made me respond automatically.
Gianna had fucked me up. I had been seeing her for two months now and I was trapped in her web of seduction. Blowing money fast on pussy. Not just any pussy though—the best pussy I've ever had.
Those causal visits had worked themselves into my schedule, and my visits to Siren House had topped out at three times a week. Three times a week, I was locked into the embrace of a woman that was introducing me to shit that I never knew about myself. Showing me a version of me that only she knew.
She was occupying more and more of my mind. I found myself never wanting to leave. So the fact that my wife was putting on a helluva strip tease for me and I was soft let me know that I was too far gone at this point.
My desires had changed and Gianna was responsible. The thought of her—thick, pretty thighs spread open. Soft pussy peeking out. Those eyes on me. My dick responded instantly and I felt myself harden as my wife approached.
While Gianna was still in my mind and before I could lose the vison, I snatched my wife up and flipped her face down on the bed. She giggled and got on her knees. Eyes still closed, I plunged into her wetness. I could see Gianna's body behind my lids. Arms stretched out, ass jiggling with each stroke as I pounded into her flesh.
"Fuck!" I groaned, gripping my wife's hips as I kept my eyes squeezed shut.
Eva's voice cut through my fantasy. "Right there, baby."
Shit. Hearing her voice fucked up the visual and snatched me right back to the present. My dick responded—slowly deflating as I tried desperately to hold onto the visual and give my wife what she deserved. Hard dick from her husband.
"W-what's wrong baby?" she asked softly reaching back and grabbing my arm.
I bit my bottom lip in frustration as my eyes slowly opened. I looked down into Eva's face, face scrunched up in concern. We hadn't had sex in a few weeks, and I knew she was probably sexually pent up.
"I'm just tired, bae." I replied sliding out.
"Let me help you with that." Eva switched positions and gripped my soft dick wrapping her lips around it. Eva had always been a lazy dick sucker, but she sucked it with gusto this time. Cheek's suctioning, head bobbing as she worked to get me back hard again.
I closed my eyes and saw Gianna again, feeling myself grow harder in her mouth. Once I was back where she needed, she quickly pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me. Grabbing my hands, she placed them on her bouncing titties as she rode me hard and fast, her moans echoing in the room.
