We made out in the elevator on our way to the basement parking. His hands were all over me and I love how he growled to find out I wasn't wearing any panties. I didn't mean to tease him back, I swear. The matchy set I was wearing was too wet for my comfort, it was soaked all the way through from the way he played me on the couch so I ditched it at the house. I wanted to get a new pair in my room but he was already calling me to go out for dinner so I went without wearing one. We ended up making out next to the car, right in the middle of the parking lot, I've gotta say the thrill of being discovered by someone else along wit his set of skills made me all flushed. Yet again, he stopped when I was about to reach my release. The timing was so damn perfect I had to keep quiet the entire duration we were in the car to calm myself down. I thought with the maddening things happening at the office this week, this weekend would be like an escape. A vacation. At least a promising Friday bas
Nervous, I open the door once the green light is emitted from the finger printing device signalling access is granted. My eyes widen seeing a tall figure standing in front of me. I've been contemplating if I should dash out while I still haven't stepped both feet into the house. He didn't contact me after the lolli incident two weeks ago but I do suspect he's going to grill me this weekend. But not this early. Why do you have to wait in front of the door like this? It's only 5.30 pm. I purposely come here an hour early to have a pep talk with myself knowing he'll only be home around 7."How long have you been standing there?" I ask him, trying to act cool while removing my shoes. My pink slippers are waiting in front of me instead of sitting in the shoe cabinet. Did he take them out? For me? Is he being sweet or I should dial Abby's number now? Abs, save me and my Sophie-jayjay! "Strip." "Excuse me?" I don't think I'm hearing this right. "You heard me." He is still standing at t
Instead of making me come multiple times before entering me like he did the first time we had sex, he kept his promise by giving me one orgasm. One. He played with my pussy but stopped when I was about to reach the peak. He moved to my nipples then fingered me to the cliff only to stop, again. He repeated the tease a few times over until I warned him to fucking stop it or I'll leave through the door at my back; I was leaning against the main door. Finally after what felt like an eternity of pussy-tease, he entered me inch by inch, taking his cock fully out before went back in slowly. At some point he rammed hard into me for a few minutes but purposely moved slowly again to prevent me from jumping the cliff. I was cursing inside but I was not going to spook him, afraid he would refuse to give me the orgasm I desperately needed. "Mr Sinclair," I called him when he was still inside of me but currently immobile; he was kissing my neck. "Hmmm?" I could feel his smile from the humming.
"Ohhhh wow! What did you do? Why is he paying more this month?" Abby asks the moment she sees the number portrayed on her laptop screen. I grin without saying anything. Another ten thousand bucks was deposited into her account today. Yay! "Guess you're that good huh?" She transfers the money to my bank account as I get up from the sofa, already have a luxury handbag in my mind to be purchased using my newly obtained allowance. Who would have thought a month with Cupcake can get me the Hermes piece I’ve been eyeing since forever! "By the way Fee, don't forget Nanna's birthday. Mum's planning to celebrate it somewhere at the end of the month."I stop munching the chips I just shoved into my mouth and turn to her, "At the end of the month? Like THIS end of the month?" "Are you dumb? Of course at the end of this month, why would I mention it now if it's next month?""So it's really this month? End of thisssss month?" "Think she mentioned the last Saturday of THIS month." I rush to h
"Morning." As soon as I jump, startled by his deep rough voice, a pair of arms hug me from behind followed by an apology, "Sorry, I thought you heard me coming."He must have just woken up by the sound of his voice, and is still naked because it's his bare skin against my body that is only in a piece of silk negligee. Either he’s naked, or only donning an underwear. We had a few rounds of pleasure this morning and instead of joining him back to slumber, I detached myself and spent some time alone at the breakfast bar. It's been some time, but I'm still sitting here with my cereal that I can't finish. I haven’t been able to eat properly ever since I discovered the double line. "What were you thinking about? You didn't even hear me coming." He kisses the nape of my neck, so I turn around and smile at him before he takes that opportunity to kiss me on the lips. "Good morning." I murmur when our nose is still touching but we're just staring into each other's eyes. "Hmmm morning." He
I didn't tell him anything about the pregnancy or the termination of it. I applied leave from work for the entire week to allow myself to take a chill pill and enjoy a moment of solitary. That Monday morning, I drove to the women's clinic after dropping the kids at school. I had an appointment with my gynae to check if I was really pregnant. I even scheduled for an abortion in case I was actually pregnant- that five days leave was to give my body the time to recover. I've thought about it. Long and hard. There is no way I'm going to proceed with the pregnancy on my own. I've had two beautiful boys, I don't need another kid in my life. I remember how exhausted I was taking care of the boys when they were small. Dean left for work a lot so I was all alone, tackling everything on my own. I am 32 now, I'm not going to live like that again. It's time for me to finally enjoy my life. Apparently I enjoyed myself too much that this accident happened. "When did you take your first pill?"
Time sure flies. Next week would be our final week together. I remember the clause in our contract about continuing this arrangement for another three months if he wishes to. By the look of how our relationship has blossomed, I am one hundred percent sure he would prolong our time together. The chemistry between us is top notch especially the way we understand each other's body. He even laughs at my jokes, very soon becoming Abby 2.0. But from the way he's avoiding my questions, not letting me go upstairs, and still keeping me in the dark about his Sunday outings, I doubt it. Perhaps he will indeed end it as per initial agreement.Do I like him? Yes I do. We click, the way two best friends does. Do I love him? Oh yes, I love how he makes love to me. How he keeps giving me orgasms. I absolutely love it. "Soph, are you ready?" Demi leans on my desk that I quickly stop typing the report and reach for my planner, "Yup. Let's go. I can't wait to finish this." The contract bidding f
After spending three hours with Emma and Mum, I head back home to shower and change into my usual oversized t-shirt with a pair of leggings. I've been contemplating since yesterday's meeting either to go to Maison de Verdue or just stay at home since I feel too embarrassed that he found out about the lie. But when it's five minutes to 7, I somehow freak out at the realisation that I need to see him instead of hiding myself at home. What if he's waiting for me? So I quickly change into a proper outfit before leaving the house in a hurry. I anticipate the traffic is bad due to the rush hour but I leave anyway with Benji despite the clock already showing 7.15pm. He must be furious I've lied to him for eleven weeks now. Heck, he was so mad when I was forty minutes late during the first meeting, of course he'd slay a dragon knowing the fact he's been played for almost three months. "Mr Sinclair?" I call him when the house is so quiet despite it being 8.20 pm. He isn't home yet? I was