The Ex Games 2

Chapter 3



“Konnichiwa.”

“Konnichiwa.”

I stood there and smiled at the wives of the Japanese businessmen that Brandon was meeting for dinner. I felt out of place in my revealing dress, as they were all dressed very conservatively. Their wives looked at me with polite smiles, but I could see the question in their eyes. Was she a prostitute? I was embarrassed for all of two minutes before I realized that ultimately, it was Brandon that would look like the fool.

“They like you.” He smiled at me as we walked to the table. He was back to being nice again, but I couldn’t tell if he was being genuine or putting on a show.

“I feel like maybe I wore the wrong outfit for a business dinner.” I made a face. “Sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” He squeezed my hand. “You look sexy as hell, yes, but I’m not complaining. I like dining with a beautiful woman at my side.”

“Oh.” I blushed at his words. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me for telling the truth.” He pulled my chair out as we reached the table and then sat next to me. “This is nice.” He looked around the restaurant and smiled. “It’s been a while since we’ve gone out to eat together.”

“Yes, it has.”

“This time you can even order alcohol if you want to.”

“Funny.” I looked away from him and he laughed.

“Don’t tell me I can’t make jokes about your age. Not after all the laughs you had on my behalf.”

“What are you talking about?” I glared at him. “What laughs?”

“All the laughs you and your friends had when you told them what a fool I was for believing all your lies.”

“I never thought you were a fool.”

“I was a fool.” He sighed. “I don’t know how I didn’t figure out you were 18.”

“I guess I was a good actress.”

“That’s the problem, you weren’t.” He chuckled. “When I think back to everything now, it’s all so clear to me. How eager and happy you were all the time to see me, how open you were with your feelings. The fact that you were a virgin and the fact that you were always willing and eager to do whatever I wanted to do sexually.”

“Not everything.” I shook my head.

“That’s true.” He licked his lips as he stared at me. “I never got you to agree to anal.”

“Would you like to see the wine menu?” A waiter appeared at our side and I looked at him with a small smile, while dying of mortification inside.

“Thank you.” Brandon took the menu and opened it so we could both see.

“Mr. Kai, would you like me to order the wine?” Brandon addressed the only person in the business party who appeared to speak English.

“Thank you, Mr. Hastings. We would like that very much.” Mr. Kai nodded and then spoke to the others rapidly in Japanese.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to help much.” I whispered to Brandon. “I don’t speak much Japanese.”

“Your presence alone is enough.” He squeezed my knee and smiled at me. I tried not to pull away from him, but every time he touched me I felt like I was flying and it was hard for me to come back down to earth.

“I think we’re all going to have a less fatty steak tonight. I’m guessing everyone will have a filet mignon, don’t you think?” Brandon spoke out loud as he studied the wine menu. “So I guess I’ll choose a bottle that has a bit less tannin.”

“How do you know?” I asked, interested.

“I tried to be a sommelier when I was in my twenties.” He looked up at me. “And I worked at a couple of wineries in Napa and Sonoma.”

“I never knew that before.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Katie.”

“Have you decided on your wine?” The waiter reappeared, and I sat back while I waited for Brandon to order.

“Let’s see, we’re definitely going to go with a cabernet sauvignon.” He studied the menu and looked up at the waiter. “Will you check and see if you have a 2002 Abreu cabernet sauvignon from the Thorevilos Vineyard Napa Valley in the cellar, please.”


“Wines in the cellar start at $500, sir.”

“That’s fine.” Brandon shrugged. “That’s the wine we want, if you have it. Two bottles would be better than one.”

“I’ll go and check now, sir.” The apathetic-looking waiter’s eyes lit up as he departed the table quickly.

“That’s too much money.” I whispered at him. “You can’t spend $500 on wine.”

“If they have a bottle, it’ll be about $850, actually.” He smiled at me and his eyes crinkled. “I’ve got billions, Katie. There’s no need to be worried. Consider it a catch-up drink for all those nights I took you out to dinner and you only got a water.”

“Yeah, but we’re not dating anymore.”

“Whose fault is that?” His fingers caught mine and he squeezed them until I looked up at him. “Don’t tell me what to do, Katie.”

“I’m not telling you what to do.”

“You made me lose control in my life once, I’m not going to let you do that to me again.”

“What?” I frowned, but then Mr. Kai started talking about business, so I just sat back and smiled at the other women in the group. They smiled at me politely and I smiled back, not knowing what else to do.

The waiter hurried back to the table with a huge smile. “Sir, we’ve found two bottles for you. Would you like to do a tasting?”

“Yes,” Brandon nodded and raised his glass, and the waiter popped the cork and poured a sampling into his glass. Brandon gave it a quick sniff, swirled it in his glass and then sipped. He allowed the wine to sit in his mouth for a moment, and then swallowed. “Delicious.” He nodded at the waiter. “I like it a lot. The wine is deep, well-balanced and complex.” He turned to me. “Just like I like my women.”

“So you two married, yes?” One of the women on the other side of the table leaned forward. “Happy couple?”

“Yes.” Brandon nodded and I sat back with a fake smile on my face.

“She is younger than you?’ Mr. Kai questioned and looked back and forth at us. I was surprised at the bluntness of his question.

“Much younger.” Brandon nodded. “But what does age matter when it comes to love?”

Mr. Kai didn’t respond, but instead seemed to explain the conversation to the others at the table. Some of the women’s eyes changed from polite to accepting and I realized that now they thought I was the wife, everything was okay.

“What sort of business dinner is this?” I whispered in Brandon’s ear. “Only one of them speaks English and I can’t imagine this is a setting where any deals are going to get made.”

“The Japanese culture is different from ours, Katie.” Brandon kissed my cheek as he whispered. “This may seem like an informal dinner to you, but it is also a vetting process. A process where they will evaluate whether I am someone they think they can trust.”

“At a dinner?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, at a dinner.” He pulled away from me and raised his glass. “Kanpai.”

“Kanpai.” They raised their glasses and smiled back.

I lifted up my glass and repeated the phrase they had used “Kanpai.” I took a sip of the wine and immediately felt soothed. This was a good glass of wine, indeed.

“Enjoying it?” Brandon looked at me as I continued sipping and I nodded. “It’s a very delicate wine. The blueberry, boysenberry jam, vanilla, licorice, chocolate, truffle, earth and smoke scream from the glass, don’t they?”

“I, uh, guess.” I laughed. “I mean I do taste some blueberry, I think.”

“I’ll have to teach you about wine one of these days.” His eyes danced as I took another sip. “There’s a vineyard in Napa, owned by some family friends, that I love. They have a castle and I always thought it would make a romantic trip.”

“It sounds like it.” I smiled back at him, but I wanted to question him. Was he saying that because he really wanted to take me, or because he was playing a role?

“How long you two been in love?” The one lady who seemed to know some English asked. I felt tongue-tied and nervous at her question. I was scared that it would be obvious to Brandon that I still loved him if I answered.

“I think I’ve loved, Katie from the moment I first met her.” Brandon responded. “My heart only began beating the moment I met her.” He stared at me with love in his eyes and his fingers brushed a piece of hair away from my face. “She was my angel. She found me at a time when I was in an emotionally bad place. She saved me from myself. Her love, her beauty, her kindness, her love of life, they saved me.”

“Oh, Brandon.” My heart melted at his words and I reached over and grabbed his hands. “I feel the same way.” I couldn’t stop the words from gushing out of my mouth. ”I feel like I was made to love you, that a part of you has always been in me, just waiting for us to meet.”

The couples across the table stared at us, not really understanding what we were saying, but feeling the love flowing between us.

“I knew you were the one for me in the very beginning,” Brandon continued in a soft tone, but then his eyes hardened as they looked at me. “I think a large part of it was your honesty. I always knew that no matter what happened, we would always have the truth. And I knew that nothing can break up a couple that has the truth on their side.” He pulled away from me, still smiling, and I felt a deep pain shatter my heart as he hammered the nail in. He was never going to forgive me. It didn’t matter that it had been seven years since the lie. Seven years for him to get over what I had done. He was determined to continue making me pay for what I had done. Taking this job had been a mistake. Everything had been a big mistake. I lectured myself to stop trying to give him second chances and to stop hoping for the impossible. How much more did he have to tell me or do before I would accept that we were over forever? All I had left to do was to do to him what he had done to me. I was going to f*ck him and then leave him as if he meant nothing to me. I knew that it may not break his heart, but it would definitely hurt his pride, and that’s all I could hope for right now.

***

“Did you enjoy dinner?” Brandon was polite and distant as we walked away from the restaurant. The dinner had gone well, and his guests had gone off in their taxis looking fairly pleased. I wasn’t sure if it was due to the wine or the company, though. The two bottles of wine had turned to five and we were all a bit jolly by the end of the meal.

“I had a good time. They were nice.” I walked slowly, trying not to stumble. He placed his arm in front of me, but I ignored it.

“Let me guide you, Katie. I don’t want you to fall.”

“No, thanks.” I shook my head. “I’m fineeeee.” My words slurred slightly and I giggled.

“You’re drunk.”

“No, I’m not.” I hiccupped.

“Katie.” He sighed and pulled me towards him. “Hold on to me.”

I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my breasts against him, as I let my left hand fall down casually and brush against the front of his pants. His body grew tense as he held on to me and I kissed his neck.

“Let’s go dancing.” I whispered in his ear, letting my tongue lick his inner ear before I nibbled on his earlobe.

“You should really get home.” He shook his head, but I could see desire emanating from his every pore.

“I don’t wanna go home yet.” I hiccupped again. “Let’s go dancing, I know a place.”

“How do you know a place?”

“I saw it yesterday.” I grabbed his hand. “Please.” We stood there in the middle of the street, and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Fine, we can go for an hour. That’s it.”

“That’s all the time I need.” I whispered to him as excitement filled me. An hour was going to be more than enough time.

“Welcome to the club.” A scantily clad lady ushered us into ‘The X Room’ and I pretended that I didn’t notice Brandon’s look of surprise as we walked into the dark club.

“Katie,” he hissed as I dragged him towards the booming music. “What sort of club is this?”

“I don’t know.” I lied. “I just want to dance.”

“Katie.” He grabbed my hand to try to pull me back, but I just laughed and pulled away from him. I pushed my way through the crowds of men until I found an empty booth in the side of the room and sat down. “Katie.” His eyes narrowed as he sat next to me. “This is a strip club. We can’t do any dancing here.”

“Yes, we can.” I moved into him. “I can dance for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I want to dance for you.”

“Dance for me?”

“Or would you rather I said strip?”

“Katie, I don’t know.” He looked around and then back at me. “This isn’t what I had in mind for tonight.”

“Just because you didn’t plan it doesn’t mean it can’t happen.” As I spoke, I thought back to everything I knew about Brandon, and I realized that several things were starting to add up. “You like to be in control, don’t you, Brandon?” I stood up and straddled him as I spoke to him.


“What man doesn’t?” He shrugged.

“No, I mean, you need to be in control. Everything about you screams it.” I shook my head in wonder. “I’m not sure how I never realized that before.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What was your life like before we met?” I pulled my dress up at the sides so that I could rub back and forth on him easier. “I know you had lots of flings and you were focused on your job, but I didn’t really know you.” My eyes gazed into his as I kissed him lightly. He stared back at me with a guarded expression.

“It doesn’t really matter now, does it?”

“It doesn’t matter, but I want to know.” I started unbuttoning his shirt and kissed down his neck to his chest. I gasped as his hand ran up my dress and grasped my ass.

“Hey guys,” a cute topless girl walked up to us. “You’re welcome to do what you want, but if you want to remain in the booth, you need to order a bottle.”

“A bottle of what?” I questioned.

“Champagne, Katie.” And Brandon laughed. “We’ll have a bottle of Dom, please.”

“Coming right up.” The girl shook her breasts at Brandon and he smiled at her appreciatively.

“I can’t believe you were staring at her breasts.”

“What?” He looked at me with a bemused expression. “You can’t be serious. You brought me to a strip club and now you’re upset when I check out another ladies’ tits.”

“I’m not jealous.” I bent my head and bit his shoulder. I didn’t want to analyze my feelings too closely because he was right. I was pissed at the girl for flirting with him and even madder at him for seeming to enjoy the view. My inner brain was screaming at me: She’s the least of your concerns, Katie. He has a fiancée. “It doesn’t matter to me.”

“Sure.” He laughed and his expression seemed more relaxed. “Why don’t you continue with your dance?” His hands pushed against my ass and brought me in closer to him. “Dance for me and I’ll see how many singles I have.”

“What?” I frowned as I realized that the mood had changed. I had gone from being in control and having the power to being his personal plaything. I knew that if I continued with my ‘seducing him in the strip club’ plan, I would be the one who ended up feeling hurt at the end of the night. I continued to grind back and forth on him and he reached up and pulled the top of my dress down so that my breasts were rubbing against his chest.

“Move a little bit faster.” He groaned in my ear as his fingers slipped inside of my panties and rubbed me. “That’s it.” His voice was devious as he slipped his fingers inside of me. I continued moving, but I felt conflicted inside. I wanted him so badly, but not like this. Not with him calling the shots. I jumped up quickly and rubbed my head. “I’m not feeling well.” I made a face. “I’ll be back.” I hurried away to find the bathroom and quickly washed my face with water and drank some to clear my head. I didn’t know what I was going to do. My plan had been to pretend I was really drunk, take him to the strip club, f*ck him and leave. But it would only work if he wasn’t the one in control. Now he was the one guiding me. He was the one turning me on. If we had sex in that booth, it was going to be him leaving me and making me feel guilty. I wasn’t going to let that happen. Tears fell from my eyes as I stared in the mirror at my reflection. Who was I becoming? It was one thing for me to have this plan when I thought he was single, but now I knew he had a fiancée and I was still going through with everything. How could I do this to another woman? I took another gulp of water and walked back through the flashing lights, loud music and naked women and knew I had made a mistake.

“Are you okay?” Brandon jumped up as soon as I reached the booth and he stared at me in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I shook my head and avoided eye contact with him.

“What’s wrong, my Katie?” He pulled me towards him, and his fingers nudged my chin up to look at him.

“Nothing.” I averted my gaze.

“Hey guys, the Dom is here.” The half-naked waitress came back and I wanted to groan.

“Set it on the table, thanks.” Brandon’s eyes never left mine. “Katie,” he continued. “I know something is wrong. I can see it in your eyes. Tell me what’s wrong?”

“I want to go home.” I mumbled, my insides crumbling as he held me against him.

“I’m not letting you go anywhere unless you tell me what’s wrong.” His voice was adamant and he pulled me down to the couch to him. “Katie,” his fingers caressed my cheeks. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m just not feeling good.”

“Do you need me to take you to the doctor?” His eyes looked worried and I shook my head. Why was he being so nice? He was making this so much harder on me. I didn’t want to be reminded of how caring he was. “Need me to play doctor?” He grinned and I shook my head as he made a funny face. “’Cause I can play doctor, you know that, right?”

“Hmm, I think I remember you made a pretty good doctor once upon a time.”

“I know. Once upon a time, I nursed you back to health and became the luckiest man in the world.” His eyes caught mine and we just stared at each other for a moment. In that moment I felt like the last seven years hadn’t happened.

“I was very lucky that night.” I whispered as he kissed my cheek.

“I was going to propose, you know.”

“What?” I stared at him in shock.

“That was going to be my Christmas gift.” He rolled his eyes. “Corny, I know. I was going to do it at my parents’ house on Christmas Eve. I had it all planned.”

“I had no idea.” My heart raced as I stared at him. “You never told me.”

“It wouldn’t have been a Christmas surprise if I had told you.”

“I’m sorry I lied.” I looked down at my lap. “I guess I never really got to say it before. But, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to deceive you.”

“Shh.” He shook his head and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go.”

“But what about the Dom?”

“What about it?” He laughed and grabbed the bottle up before throwing some notes on the table. “We’re taking it with us.”

“Where are we going?”

“Back to my apartment.”

“Oh.”

“If that’s okay?” He asked me softly, a question in his eyes.

“Yes.” I nodded slowly. Just one more night, I thought to myself. I just needed one more night to get him out of my head.



***

His apartment reminded me of the one we had shared in New York. It had the same homey, yet masculine, feel and I immediately felt at ease. We walked into the apartment urgently and our lips fell upon each other as soon as he closed the door. He picked me up and placed the Dom under his arm as he carried me.

“Where are we going?” I looked up at him as he walked past what appeared to be his bedroom door.

“To the guest bathroom. It has a bigger tub than in my room.”

“Oh, why?”

“One of the best memories I have is of the time we made love in the shower.” He grinned at me. “I’ve thought about it many times. I want to make some memories in the tub now.”

“Oh.” I blushed as he reminded me of the night we had made love in the shower. It had been during our experimentation stage and many sex toys were involved.

“Come here.” He pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. I lifted my arms up and he pulled my dress off before admiring my naked breasts. “Shit, you’re sexy.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I pulled his shirt off and then his pants. “You’re not wearing any briefs?”

“I was hoping to have some fun tonight.”

“You were?” I frowned at him. “But you said earlier that I was going to be disappointed. You said you had no plans to f*ck me?”

“I lied.” He laughed and his eyes clouded over. “You don’t have the monopoly on that, you know.”

I leaned forward and kissed him hard, wanting him to shut up so he didn’t ruin the moment. His fingers played with my hair and then he slowly pulled away. “Don’t pout, I’m just running the bath.” He turned the taps on and then poured a liquid into the tub. It started foaming up right away and I grew excited.

“Are you sure we’re both going to fit?”

“Yes.”

He reached over and slipped my panties off and then he got into the tub. “Are you going to join me?” He smiled and reached a hand out for me and I took it gratefully. I stepped into the tub and stood there, not sure where to sit. “Sit on my lap.” He pulled me down towards him and I sat with my back towards him. He reached over and touched something and all the lights went out. We sat there in the tub in silence for a few seconds as the bubbles filled up the bath. Brandon grabbed a washcloth and started bathing me. His hands rubbed my neck and my shoulders, then fell to my breasts and my stomach. “Spread your legs, let me clean you.” He whispered in my ear and he used the washcloth to wash my private area. I melted back into him enjoying the feel of his strong hands as they moved the warm soapy washcloth along my body. I closed my eyes and rubbed his legs as he continued to clean me. I moaned as I felt his fingers replace the washcloth in his exploration. They moved up to my breasts and he squeezed my breasts and molded them to his palms. He then pinched my nipples and started kissing my neck. I groaned as his fingers slipped in-between my legs and he caressed my * in the water. The feeling was intense and slightly different. After a few minutes I shifted in the bathtub so that I was straddling him. He took my breast in his mouth, and I reached down and held his cock still so that I could ride him. We both groaned as I slid down on his hardness in the water and started gyrating. My movements were stilted in the small space, but he used his hands to hold my ass and push me up and down on his cock. Our breathing was fast as we f*cked in the bathtub and the bathtub water splashed over the side as we orgasmed together. I lay flat on him and he held me for a few minutes as our bodies continued trembling against each other.


“I think it’s time for me to wash you again.” He said softly and kissed my cheek as his hand grabbed the washcloth again. I shook my head and took it out of his hand.

“No, I think it’s time for me to wash you.” I smiled at him deviously and lowered the washcloth to his cock.

We left the bathtub about thirty minutes later and made love one more time before lying next to each other in the bed. I felt tired and confused. My heart was playing games with my head and I didn’t know which side was up.

“I’ve really missed you, Katie.” Brandon mumbled as he played with my breasts in bed. “I think about f*cking your brains out all the time.”

His words sparked something in me and I rolled out of the bed and Brandon sat up. “Where are you going?” He mumbled as he reached for me.

“I’m going home.” I stood there in front of him in all of my naked glory, feeling powerful and satiated.

“What?” His eyes narrowed and he ran his hand through his hair before rubbing his chin. “Where are you going?”

“Back to my hotel room.” I gave him a wide smile and then bent down to kiss him one last time. As I pulled away, I let my breasts rub against his arm and I pulled away quickly as his hand went to grasp my left breast.

“You can’t go now.” He groaned. “You’re drunk. It’s not safe.”

“I’m not 18 anymore, Brandon. I can handle my wine.” I laughed and pulled on my dress. “I think I’ll be fine getting home by myself.”

“No.” He jumped up and walked over to me. “I’m not going to let you leave.”

“I don’t think you get it, Brandon.” I pulled on my shoes. “I’m not a damsel in distress, and I don’t need you. Thanks for the f*ck, though. You taught me some new tricks.” I smiled at him as I grabbed my handbag. “I think Matt will appreciate all the skills you’ve taught me when we finally get to make love.”

His face turned murderous at my words and I walked past him quickly, hoping to get out of his apartment with the last word. I felt high as I hurried to the door. I had done it. I had f*cked him and now I was leaving him without a clue as to what was going on. I had taken what I wanted and now I was the one in control. I’d showed him that he meant as little to me as I meant to him. My hand reached for the front door knob and I grinned to myself in excitement, this was match point and I was about to win. I had done it. A second later, I felt his hands on my shoulders.

“What are you doing?” I gasped as he pushed me against the door and moved in against me. He raised his arms above my shoulders and leaned against me, pressing me into the door, his body acting like a trap.

“I just told you, Katie. I’m not going to let you leave.” His eyes glittered down at me and his hand slipped up my thigh through the slit in my dress. His fingers pushed their way in-between my legs and worked their way into my wetness, rubbing against my * before slowly entering me. My body betrayed me by buckling at his touch and my legs moved apart involuntarily as he f*cked me with his fingers. “And I don’t think you want to leave right now, do you?” He whispered against my whimpering lips and I closed my eyes as my sudden and swift climax answered him. And once again he was in control.



***

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Brandon’s smiling face was staring down at me as I woke up. I stretched in the bed and yawned.

“It’s too dark out to be morning.” I groaned and closed my eyes again.

“It’s not too early for morning sex though.” His hand crept up from my stomach to my right breast and I moaned as he pinched my nipple.

“Brandon.” I rolled over towards him. “Not right now.”

“I guess I’ll give you a break.” He laughed and pulled me towards him. “I guess we did wear ourselves out last night.”

“Yeah.” I smiled back at him and kissed him softly before freezing. This wasn’t a dream. This was real life. I was in bed with Brandon still. Flashbacks of the night before came back to me, me trying to leave, him stopping me and fingering me to one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. Going back to bed and making love again before us falling asleep.

“I’m glad you decided to stay last night.” His eyes glinted into mine.

“I didn’t have much of a choice, did I?” I pulled away from him.

“You always have a choice.”

“I wanted to leave last night.”

“To go home and call Matt?” His eyes narrowed. “Were you going to tell him how you f*cked me again, but it was all good because you were going to let him f*ck you next, like some sort of sloppy seconds?”

“How dare you?” I slapped his face hard and then clapped my hand to my mouth in shock as I stared at the bright red fingerprints across his face. “Oh my God, I’m sorry.”

“No. I deserved it.” He lay back and sighed. “I should apologize.”

“No, it’s fine.” I shook my head and lay back as well. “It was my bad. I wanted to get a rise out of you last night. I guess I was trying to play a game and it didn’t go the way I planned.”

“So you didn’t really want to go?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged and looked away.

“Maria and I have never had sex,” Brandon blurted out, and he turned towards me with intense eyes.

“What?” I turned back towards him.

“We’ve never had sex.” He laughed. “I know that’s hard to believe.”

“But you’re engaged?” I stared at him confused. “I don’t get it.”

“I did it to help her.” He shrugged. “I can’t really talk about it.”

“Do you love her?” I whispered, yelling at myself for asking the question that plagued my heart.

“I don’t love her.” He shook his head.

“Oh.” I stared at him with wide eyes. Where did this leave us? Was it possible that we had a future?

“I’ve missed you, Katie.” He leaned in toward me, and his fingers ran through my hair and down my face.

“I’ve missed you as well.” I reached over and ran my fingers along his lips. “I’ve thought about your face for so long. I can’t believe I’m here with you right now.”

“I need to have you again. I need to feel myself in you.” He grabbed me and pulled me towards him. “Let me love you, Katie.”

I nodded and he pulled me up onto my knees before getting behind me.

“I remember that you always used to love doggy-style.” He laughed as he positioned his already hard cock next to my dripping opening. “I can go so deep from behind. It almost feels like we are becoming one.”

“I know.” I groaned as he entered me. “Oh, Brandon. Don’t stop.” I groaned as he slid in and out of me slowly. “Please go faster.”

“Do you trust me, Katie?” His hands gripped my hips as he increased his pace slightly.

“Yes.” I moaned and closed my eyes as I fell forward slowly.

“Let me take you in a way I’ve never taken you before.” He grunted and I cried out as he withdrew his cock from me.

“What are you doing?” I moaned, wanting to feel him inside of me.

“I took one of your cherries, let me take the other one too.”

“What?” My jaw dropped open and I froze.

“Let me love you, Katie.” His thumb grazed my butt hole and I jumped.

“I don’t know.” I shook my head and turned to look at his face. I watched as he took his thumb and sucked it. Then he lowered it back to my a*shole and rubbed it gently. He rubbed my a*shole and then down to my * and back. My legs buckled every time he touched my * and my nerves were on high alert as his thumb trailed back and forth. I didn’t say anything as he continued teasing me. He then reached his fingers in-between my legs and his fingers played with my * before entering me. I groaned as I felt a small orgasm shake my body. He withdrew his fingers and rubbed his cock with my juices. He pushed me forward and rubbed the tip of his cock along my slit to my butthole. I groaned as his cock rubbed against my * and I pushed back into him, hoping he would enter me.

“Hold on, sweetpea.” He kept teasing me and then I felt the tip of him at the other entry. I froze as he slowly entered me. It was a weird and different feeling. I felt strangely aroused by the feel of him in a place I’d never had a man before. He groaned as he slid into me slowly.

“F*ck, it’s so tight.” He muttered and I felt myself grow wetter at how turned on he sounded. “Oh, Katie. F*ck. I’m going to cum.” He moved faster and faster and I gripped the bedsheets as he stole my anal cherry.

“Oh, Katie.” He shouted my name as he pulled out of me and entered my p-ssy again. “Oh, f*ck.” He groaned as he slammed into me, his fingers holding my hips tightly against him as he f*cked me hard. “Oh, yes.” His body shuddered as he came hard and fast, pulling out of me and spilling his cum on my ass and legs. I collapsed flat on the bed and he pulled me into his arms as he spooned me. I fell asleep with a small smile on my face, feeling sore and happy. He never had sex with Maria, I sang to myself, he can’t love her if they never had sex. And then I fell asleep.


The phone rang and woke me up, but I didn’t open my eyes. I felt content and happy as I lay in his bed. I was hopeful for the future now. Maybe we really had a chance. I had given myself to him freely and let him do things to me that I would never have let anyone else do that I didn’t trust. Deep in my heart I knew that everything was going to be okay. Everything had worked out for the best. My perfectly orchestrated idea had gone according to plan.

“Maria, what’s going on?” He whispered into the phone and I peeked at him through my lashes. “No, I’m not busy.” His words hurt me as I lay there, but I tried not to feel jealous. He didn’t love her, he hadn’t even slept with her, I had nothing to be jealous of. I had just given myself to him, trusted him, he would do the right thing.

“What happened to Harry?” His voice was sharp. “Oh my God.” He gasped. “No, it’s okay. I’m the boss. I’ll explain. I’ll be on the first plane home. Just tell him that daddy is on the way. Give him a big hug and kiss from me.” And then he hung up. I sat up then, my heart beating and my head pounding.

“What’s going on?” I spoke up and he looked at me in surprise.

“I’ve got to go. My son is in the hospital.”

“Your son?” My face paled as I stared at him.

“Yes, my son.” He turned away from me and started pulling on clothes.

“I don’t understand.” I spoke softly, but I wanted to scream, I thought you told me you never had sex with her.

“What don’t you understand?” His voice was annoyed. “I’m not a monk. I had sex. I wasn’t wearing a condom. My sperm swam. I now have a child.”

“But you said...” My words drifted off as he threw my dress at me.

“Get ready. We have to leave.” He walked out of the room and I stood up slowly, my heart breaking and my a*shole a sore reminder of how once again he had screwed me over. I pulled on my dress and my shoes slowly. I felt numb inside and out. This was worse than before. This time I felt like I would never get over the pain. I was forever ruined by this man, this man that I both loved and hated.

“Come on, Katie.” He called out to me from the front door. “Let’s go.”

He drove me back to the hotel in silence and I jumped out of the car in a hurry, feeling like the world was about to end.

“Thanks for last night, Katie.” He called out to me as I walked away. “It meant a lot to me.” I increased my pace as I hurried into the hotel and it took everything in me to not turn around and tell him to f*ck off when he told me he would call me.