This is wrong. This is so very wrong.
Long-distance relationships are hard, but long-distance marriages are harder. I knew when I made the choice to move for school it would put a strain on us but that didn’t stop me.
Maybe it should have…
The way he’s touching me, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. The way he’s working my body, it’s enough to make me scream. It’s enough to make me lose every last part of me.
I thought my husband was in my corner, thought he was here to support me. But one cruel word too many and I just break, doing the last thing in the world I ever thought I would do.
With this man, with the cocky jerk who lives next door. With the guy who has a different girl in his bed every night and all of them screaming with satisfaction. The man who is all muscles and power and force, the one who has made my life since I arrived at school a living hell.
I made a bet with him, a simple one. I have thirty minutes to satisfy him and if I do he’ll give me my peace and quiet. If I don’t? If I can’t? If I’m not enough?
Well then he’ll get his satisfaction on his terms. Terms that I’m starting to look forward to more and more.
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“You know that I’m married,” I said to him, “And still you think this is okay, that this is acceptable?”
Sebastian shrugged and I felt the muscles of his body move so lithe, so catlike, and yet so strong, “Not my vow. Not my problem. But I like the way that it makes women like you act. You all get so desperate when you cheat. I think you hate yourself for it and I think you love it all at the same time. You overcompensate, in the end. You go a little crazy. Don’t you?”
“I don’t know,” I replied, now my turn to shrug, “I’ve never cheated on my husband before. I’ve always been faithful to him. You’re the one with all the experience. You’ll have to be my guide.”
“Oh you won’t like the paths I lead you down darling,” he laughed, “You’ll love it and hate it but liking it won’t be on the table.”
I stepped closer and I brushed my fingers a little stronger. My body pressed up against his and I looked up at him and I felt his cock throb through his pants, felt it press to attention and harden against my thigh.
“I’m just a little nervous,” I said, being sure to let my very real nerves play out in a tremble in my voice, “I’ve just never done… Well I’ve never cheated but I’ve never even done any of this. I’ve got a confession. My husband is the only man I’ve ever been with. He’s the only man that’s ever had me before.”
That hit. That resonated with him. I could tell, could feel it register and throb to life, pulsing against my thigh and eager for my attention.
“You’re not my first, but you’re so damn close to it,” I confessed to him, “I’m going to try my best, but god I want you to cum for me.”
He smiled and I knew I had him. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Of course you do. That’s how you win the bet. I won’t deny it, you’re cute and the whole innocent act has a whole lot of appeal, but I know it’s not true and I know that words alone won’t get me to cum. You’re going to have to do better than that.”
I stepped back like I’d been slapped. The blush in my face was all too real and he knew I couldn’t fake that and I trembled out my words.
“I’m not lying. You’ll be the only man other than my husband that I’ve ever had and he doesn’t… Clint has ideas about what a woman should and shouldn’t do. Oh god it’s so embarassing but you’re right. I should just drop it and try to finish you off instead.”
I moved the exact right amount of too quick and I reached for his pants a little too roughly. I fell to my knees a little too hard and I took his pants with me and that was all only about 90 percent truth. There was a little lie to it, like I was playing up to the extremes of my already existing nerves and exaggerating my reactions. Right up until his cock flapped out and nearly took out my eye.
“Oh fuck that’s big,” I moaned in disbelief, “Jesus christ.”
Sebastian chuckled, “That’s the real version of you. That’s the slut I know you can be. Why don’t you go ahead and show me just how slutty you can really be.”
I didn’t know where to start and he was still chuckling at me and I reached up uncertain, batting my eyes and feeling a tremble in my chest as I wrapped my fingers around the thickness of him. He was hot to the touch, so big that he filled my hands and I could feel the pulsing of him in my hand as I slowly slid my hand up and down the length of him.
“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath, “You’re so fucking big.”