Chapter 24: The pain hit so hard

Mark received the message and frowned. Cleaning? That seemed too easy. Shouldn’t the punishment be more serious? Something that would really hurt?

He shrugged and said, “Alright,” before the link disconnected.

He stood up from the sofa and left the sitting room to deliver Edward’s message.

Back in the bedroom, Edward was still smiling.

“I’m really sorry,” he whispered, gently biting Mabel’s earlobe before wrapping his arms around her.

“I’ve just been so busy. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said softly, lifting her face and looking deeply into her eyes.

“I love you, Eddy. You know that,” she whispered, her voice low and full of longing.

“I love you too. And I’ve missed you,” he replied, his eyes and voice both full of desire, making her body tingle with need.

He leaned in and kissed her slowly, then with more hunger. She kissed him back right away. She had missed him so much. His hands, his kisses.

“I missed you,” she murmured between kisses.

His hand slid down her body, then under her dress. He pushed it up, revealing her thigh, and gently squeezed it. She let out a soft moan.

His hand slipped into her underwear. He grabbed her softly from behind. “I missed this,” he whispered, his voice deep and full of heat.

She ran her hand down his back, then brought it under his chest. Her fingers moved across his skin, circling around his dot as their lips stayed locked in a deep, sweet kiss.

He slowly slid his hand out from under her dress and moved it to her chest. He gently squeezed her mound, making her body jump a little from the pleasure. Then he carefully guided her to the bed, and they fell onto it together.

“Eddy,” she moaned softly, as his hand slipped back into her dress and cupped her mound, still covered by her lingerie.

She moved her hand from his chest up to his ear, brushing her fingers across his earlobe.

“Damn,” he groaned, as the soft touch sent a sweet shiver through him.

She could feel his body tremble every time her fingers brushed his ear, and it made her smile inside. Then she felt him grow harder, pressing against her. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling it gave her.

Her fingers slowly moved from his ear down to his chest, then to his stomach, and finally to the hard bulge between them. She could feel it pulse as her hand passed over it.

He broke the kiss and quickly pulled her dress off, leaving her in only her pieces. He stared at her body, his eyes full of hunger.

“It’s been so long, babe,” he whispered, then freed her mounds from their compartment.

He took one dot into his mouth, sucking gently like a baby looking for comfort.

“Eddy!” she cried out, as waves of pleasure rushed through her body and settled deep in her groin.

His fingers played with the other bud, making her body shake under him from the intense feeling. She let her hand move over the bulge in his pants, drawing groans from his lips. Her fingers struggled with his belt, but she finally got it open. In a second, his zipper was down.

“Babe,” he moaned as his tongue teased her bud again.

She twitched, pressing her thighs together, trying to hold back the wave building inside her. But the more she moved, the more moist her fabric became.

She slipped her hand into his pants, and he gasped. Her fingers wrapped around his hardness. It was warm and throbbing. She gently stroked the tip, enjoying the sweet feeling it gave her as it jerked in her palm.

“Shit,” he groaned, his hips moving against her hand. Her touch made him lose control, and soon, she felt his moistness on her fingers.

She moved her hand up and down, feeling him grow even harder in her palm.

"Babe!" He groaned deeply.

He tore off her fabric, threw off the rest of his clothes, and his thick length sprang free.

“Eddy,” she whispered in a breathy voice when she saw it. Her eyes stared at his length hungrily and in anticipation. She licked her lips, provoking intense urge in him.

He quickly climbed onto the bed with her, brushing his hardness across her lips.

“You’ll ride me,” he murmured, his lips brushing her bud again.

She softly pushed him back, guiding him to lie down. Then she slowly climbed on top, held his length, and guided it inside her.

She eased into it, and when it fit fully, he groaned, and her body trembled with pleasure.

But just then, the door opened, and Lucille stepped in.

She froze. A silent gasp left her lips. Without a word, she quickly turned and walked away.

"Ride me like those days in uni," 

Edward’s voice, full of desire, reached Lucille’s ears, making her freeze in place. Did she hear that correctly? Those days at university? Slowly, she turned around, her eyes wide in disbelief.

At that moment, she locked eyes with Edward, whose face twisted in pleasure.

“Clean,” he ordered, but it sounded more like a moan than a command.

Lucille looked down at the bucket in her hand. Was he really asking her to clean while they were... like this? She glanced at the bed, there was Mabel, too caught up in being with Edward to even notice her presence.

“Harder, babe,” Edward groaned, his hands gripping Mabel’s waist, moving with her.

“I miss you, Eddy,” Mabel cried out, throwing her head back and licking her lips.

Lucille stood still, unable to move. Her mind was a mess. Edward was with Mabel, when she, Lucille, was still mated to him?

A sharp, aching pain pierced her heart. She had always known she was the victim, but now, she truly understood how much she had suffered. He had broken their bond first, but she was the one left in agony.

He had betrayed her, yet she was the one punished with servitude. Lucille stared at him, her eyes filled with hurt, her face twisted in pain as she tried to hold back the tears.

He knew he was busy, enjoying sexual moment with Mabel, why did he tell her to clean the bedroom? Tears filled her eyes, she tried to hold them back, but she was powerless. They slid down her cheeks, rushing like water fall.

She quickly turned away so he wouldn't see her cry. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her broken.

She tried to hold the tears back, but they just kept coming. She looked at the bucket in her hand, her heart ached terribly. If he wanted her to clean, then she would clean.

Feeling empty, she picked up the bucket and mop and started cleaning. But their moans and screams made it so hard. She felt like millions of sharp spears were fierced into her entire body.

“Eddy! Yes!” Mabel’s voice rang out.

“It’s all yours, babe. Ride it just like always,” his voice followed.

The sound of their bodies, the moaning, and their heavy breaths filled the room.

Lucille tried to focus, but this pain was too much. The tears wouldn’t stop. Even her nose began to ache. She had always been strong, but this time, her strength failed her.

Still, she forced herself to clean quickly, tears falling as she worked. After a while, she stopped, bent down, and secretly wiped her face with the edge of her dress.

She stayed still, holding in her pain. After a few minutes, she felt a little more better, but the pain was already deeply rooted in her.

"Fuck!" Edward groaned loudly, his voice stretched and full of pleasure as he arrived the peak of pleasure, spilling his seed on the sheets.

Mabel screamed right after, then the room went quiet, only their heavy breathing could be heard.

It was finally over. A bitter smile appeared on Lucille’s face. She kept cleaning, refusing to even look at them.

Mabel lay on top of Edward, his arms wrapped around her.

“That was so good,” he whispered, nibbling on her earlobe.

Slowly, she rolled off him and lay beside him, staring at the ceiling.

Then she turned to look at him, but her eyes landed on someone else in the room. Lucille.

A panicked scream left her lips.