One night with me. One promotion for him. How could we say no?
The CEO of my husband’s company made him an offer that would be impossible to refuse. He could become his right-hand man, poised to take over the company in turn, and all it would cost is one night with me. Saying no? That wasn’t an option.
But the hard and handsome CEO has a dark and dangerous plan. He wants me for one night and he wants so much more. He wants to break us both.
I didn’t know if I could trust this, but what choice did we have? The evidence he had on my husband could ruin him, could ruin us. And how bad could one night get?
Well from the moment it started, it was clear this was more than we anticipated. His boss was hard and fearsome, his will too much to bear.
And when I felt him on me it started to make me melt, started to make my thoughts more indecent than they ought to be. And when I looked in the corner at my husband there was only one question in my mind.
Could we bear this? Could our marriage withstand this night? Was this really going to be just one night?
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Mr. Gerard touches me so strong, his hand snapping out and grabbing my arm, pulling me in and then sliding around to the swell at the top of my ass. His eyes never leave me as he does this and I confess, the sudden shock of movement takes my breath away.
He pauses then, staring deep into my eyes with a curious expression for a moment as though I’m a puzzle he’s trying to work out. But he moves quickly afterward, pinning my arms into the small of my back with one hand while his other raises to my cheek.
And his touch on my soft skin is so gentle that it takes my breath away. Mr. Gerard treats me like a curiosity, like something to be treasured, and I don’t know how to take that.
“Tonight will be hard on you,” he says, almost with regret in his voice, “The things I will as of you, they will push you to your limits. They are not things for a decent woman, the type of woman I know you to be.
“But as hard as they will be on you, the trials will be so much worse on your husband. I am going to ask of you complete submission, and of him, I will demand humiliation.
“You, Viola, will be a tool for me. I ask you to not question, to not second guess, to act without hesitation. That will satisfy the deal your husband and I have made.
“Can you be that woman for me, tonight? Can you be the woman I need?”
His words put me in a place I didn’t recognize and the realization that dawned over me was gradual. I nodded for him, my movement brief and fast and nervous. I made sure that tone was in the tenor of my voice as well as I told him.
“I’ll be anything you need me to be tonight.”
My eyes and my body spoke a story of submission. A nervous wife in out of her depth, uncertain but more than willing to bend to the experience of a strong hand. Mr. Gerard smiled at that, happy that I was everything he thought that I would be.
But I knew the truth. He didn’t know me at all.
“We’ll start easy,” he said, “But escalate quickly. Your mouth is so beautiful, nimble tongue and full lips. Let’s put it to good use, my dear. On your knees now.”
Gently but firmly he pushed me and I didn’t put up a fight. I let him lead me down to my knees, let him hold me still and guide my eyes to the bulge in his pants.
Putting a little shake in my fingers I reached for his belt, for his zipper. I caught my breath and stilled the beating of my heart because it wasn’t all an act, I was a little nervous.
Not to fuck this man, no that excited some small little naughty part in me. I was nervous that this wouldn’t go off the way that it needed to, that his overbearing nature and attention to detail would have crafted a plan without cracks whatsoever.
And I’ll admit it, I was a little nervous as I unzipped his pants that he would be too much for me to resist, that he would be too much for me to withstand. And the sight I saw only made that uncertainty grow.