I didn’t want to do this. He made me do this.
Ever have the rug pulled out from under you? One day you think that life can’t get any better, that everything is perfect and that the man you love with all your heart loves you in kind. And then you find out the truth.
When I surprised my husband on his trip out of town the last thing I expected was to catch him with another woman. While I was reeling from this and figuring out what to do, the last person I thought I’d turn to is his handsome and dominating boss.
It’s clear that I made a mistake somewhere along the way. I missed some of the signs and indications that this was looming in the distance. His boss tells me that this isn’t the first time my husband has strayed, so the only question is what happens next.
It has been so long since I last felt the arms of a man around me. It’s been so long since I took my pleasure in the reassuring weight of a man who needs and craves a woman like me.
My husband’s boss clearly wants me. He can’t keep his eyes off me and it’s only through his wealth of self-control that he hasn’t taken me here and now. I can see it in him, the desire for me and the desire for more.
And the only thing I want to ask is what’s stopping him from taking what he wants?
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“Ryan,” I moaned, then when he didn’t stop kissing over my skin I tried breathlessly again, “Ryan. Hold on for one second.”
“Yes?” he asked me, pulling back instantaneously. Ever the gentleman.
“Ryan I need something from you tonight. I’m obviously really fucked up right now and I know you know that and I need you to give me a little more. I need you to… I want to be punished tonight. I want you to be rough, to treat me like your little bitch. I want you to pin me down and fuck me, to call me names, to pull my hair, to make me-“
He kissed me. It was everything I didn’t want it to be. It was gentle and it was soft and it was a plea for something else.
No. No, I didn’t want this except I did. The way he kissed me was heartachingly painful because it was everything that I’d ever wanted in life and it was everything I’d ever thought I needed but never had.
Sex with Jack was about what got him off. I never factored into the equation. So sex with him was nothing like I ever imagined it to be. It was him tangling his hands in my hair and pulling hard. It was him thrusting, grunting, sweaty above me as he used my body for his pleasure and my own was ignored.
The only pleasure I got from sex with Jack was the fact that he got off, the fact that I was good enough to get him off, but that was nothing like I’d imagined it to be.
I’d always had a dream of something else, of something different. A fantasy of softness, of attentiveness. Sex and fucking and making love are all supposed to be the same thing, right? But I’d always just figured that the rough brutality of fucking was all there was, that anything else was an idle fantasy made up by bored housewives who dreamed of a different world.
The only way through was for me to not let myself hope for something different anymore.
“You don’t deserve that,” he said to me, “I’ll do it if you want but you don’t deserve that. You’re hurting and more pain might not help things right now. I don’t think it will.”
Ryan kissed me again, he reached up and so gently he brushed the hair out of my eyes and stared down at them.
“Ellie I will fuck you if that’s what you want. I can tie you down and fuck you hard, pounding you into oblivion. I can bring you pain, but I want to bring you pleasure. I want you to feel things you’ve never felt before with me. I want to give you one night of perfection, because after what you’ve endured I think you deserve that.
“And frankly the only person who does deserve pain right now is your asshole of a husband. Don’t you agree?”
I swallowed hard. I nodded.
“Then let me propose a different option,” Ryan said to me, “Let me make this a night you’ll never forget. Let me make you cum, again and again. Let me make you scream but let them be screams of pleasure. Let me fuck you hard but let me make it feel good, and make it so that you cannot help but be loud.
“Loud enough that the man in the room next to us can hear every last syllable. Loud enough that he recognizes your voice and realizes what’s happening. Loud enough that your husband knows just how badly he’s fucked up, that he hears you with his boss and knows that he’s never heard you this satisfied in his whole damn life.
“You want to hurt. Hurt him. How does that sound?”
I smiled and he smiled, both of us wicked with our pleasure.
“That sounds like a perfect night,” I replied.