Act 4

Imogen’s POV

As he flung the door just adjacent the staircase, there was only one thing on my mind. My mouth had finally put me into trouble, the good kind of trouble though.

He walked into the room and the red light rested on his white shirt that hugged his muscular body so tight.

My eyes wandered around the room. It was quite huge and it slowly dawned on me that I was about to get in bed with another man that was not Perry but I didn’t feel the slightest bit of hesitation. Maybe…

What in the world?

Blond had drawn a curtain to the side and my mouth fell open. Arranged on the wall were different sizes of equipment.

Not just any equipment, sex toys ranging from the regular dildos and vibrators; all of different shapes and sizes, chains, candles and nipple clamps. I swallowed as he picked up a vibrator and turned it on.

The low hum of the toy filled the room and he turned around to look at me with hooded eyes. He then picked up the furry handcuffs and my mind began to imagine things immediately.

“Come here,” he ordered but I ignored him still in awe of what we were about to do.

I imagined being cuffed to the bed frame while he rammed into me from behind and I tried to catch my breath because the pleasure got too much.

Without breaking eye contact, he walked toward me and stopped, not leaving a space between us. As he gripped my waist, my body froze. It wasn’t fear I was feeling, it was like I was high and I needed release, quickly.

“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered.

As if he knew I was new to this. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me but I was happy he assured me, I wanted to be touched so bad. I took a sharp and deep breath, and my body shook all over as the vibrator touched my pussy and they both screamed in pleasure.

Blond buried his face in my neck, cuddling me. I got lost in his martini scented breath as he pulled my lips into a fierce kiss, I melted into him with pleasure. This was heaven.

My hands slid along his backside and pulled him even closer to me. His hips buckled against mine and he pulled away slightly to stare down at me through hooded eyes that glittered with excitement.

We were both breathing heavily and looking at each other. I could feel his desire for me in his muscles that pressed against mine, it vibrated through every part of my body and filled it up like a drug.

My heart pounded in my chest as a feeling of complete euphoria swelled within me. His eyes were full of passion and emotion.

They looked at me and I stared back into them, my own longing mirrored right back at me. He leaned forward again, pressing his lips to mine.

I could feel my wetness pooling between my legs and I desperately wanted him to touch me there. Parting my legs, he skimmed the vibrator over my pussy folds as a small moan escaped my lips and I immediately put my hand over my mouth to stop any more sound from coming out.

Perry used to say that I hot aroused quickly and it was a turnoff for him so I didn’t want that to happen now.

“Don’t be silent. Let me hear it,” he said in a very soft tone into my ear.

He loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves letting the veins in his arms show, then he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled it back gently. For a man that looked so dangerous, he sure was gentle with me.

He pulled at my thin dress strap and by the time the second strap was down, his eyes left my eyes to my tits with hardened nipples. His hand quickly grabbed one of my tits and he played with it using his fingers—slapping, pinching even squeezing the already sensitive nipples.

If there was anything turning me on aside the way he touched me was the way he was so focused.

One of his large hands grabbed my thigh and lifted my leg up on the bed so that i was very exposed and he proceeded to lie beside me with his face next to mine.

I wasn’t to hold back the loud moan when he wrapped his lips on my tits, sucking on it harshly and swirling his tongue on it.

That action alone made me feel an electric jolt down to my core and it was like I saw actual stars when I felt the vibrator on my clit.

As he sucked in my tits and dragged the vibrator over my clit to my pussy hole, I gripped the sheets tightly because my climax was building up and I was so close, all I needed was a little more.

“You’re enjoying this a little too much.”

I heard him say and I felt him remove the vibrator. Before I could understand what he said, he replaced the vibrator with his fingers and I gasped in sheer pleasure feeling every inch of my tight heat and he moaned in ecstasy at how warm it made me.

His fingers felt long and thick and he was not gentle in the way he pushed them into me, gradually increasing his speed and bringing me closer and closer to my climax. With every stroke, he hit a different spot.

“Oh! Oh my God,” I moaned ad I felt myself almost reached my climax.

However a very loud knock on the door interrupted us causing him to pull away.

My heartbeat ran wild and I feared that something bad must have happened.

I sat up on the bed immediately and put on my dress. I imagined my hair scattered and my lipstick out of place. A chill breeze blew from nowhere causing goosebumps to show on my pale skin, I shivered as anxiety ran through me.

Our eyes met and he held my gaze, I could feel the room getting hot again. He dragged his eyes down my body and I could feel it leaving hot trails as his eyes went up and down.

The intruder knocked again causing Blond to pull the door open. With the way he pulled it, I thought it’d come off its hinges.

“What do you want?” Although his voice was low, I could still hear him.

“B…boss, sorry to disturb you. T…there’s a man downstairs breaking things and creating such a mess.”

Why did the person call him boss? Also, I had noticed the music had stopped playing and I could hear shouts from downstairs.

“Who is he and what does he want?”

“We do not know. He says he’s looking for a woman who came here and he refuses to leave.”

I wondered who that could be and why, but just then I heard the familiar voice that had the capacity to ruin me.

“I know you’re in here somewhere. Come out this instant.” The voice came from downstairs.

 

 

Picking up my purse, I got out of the bed immediately needing no further push. I walked past Blond towards the door and stopped just before crossing into the corridor.

 

“I’m sorry. This was all a mistake, it shouldn’t have gotten this far,” I said.

 

I had to go back to a life of misery. What was I thinking that I could easily breakaway from Perry? He owned me.

 

“Wait!” Blond stopped me.

 

I turned around willing the tears to go away. Fun has ended, it was time to go back to my shattered world where I was not cinderella and the man staring at me with deep gray eyes right before me could not be my prince charming.

 

He pulled me back, his fingers sending sparks through me.

 

“If you ever change your mind, call me.” His voice was barely a whisper.

 

I inhaled breaths to steady my lungs as I slipped the card into my purse then strode out without looking back at him because I knew I would break.

 

Perry stood at the bottom of the stairs with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, breathing raggedy. He looked like a man because he was sweating and his hair stick to his forehead and his eyes bulged out.

 

“Where’s my wife?” He shouted at the top of his voice.

 

People had gathered to a side to watch the drama that was about to unfold but I was already used to it. His violence wasn’t new to me.

 

“Stop it!” I yelled before he could cause any more damage. 

 

“You motherfucking bitch!” He stormed toward me and grabbed my arm, making sure to squeeze it rightly so it hurt. It was his signature move.

 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” His face was bent with rage.

 

“No…nothing,” I whimpered from the obvious pain but the monster didn’t care about that.

 

“Tell me what the fuck you’re doing here!”

 

“Please, stop shouting. You’re making a scene. Let’s just go home,” I pleaded with him softly.

 

“Go home?” He pushed me and I braced my ass for impact with the ground when I felt someone grab me by the waist.

 

I whispered a silent prayer hoping it wasn’t Blond, I had no excuses. I turned to see that it was the barman, not Blond which means he was still upstairs.

 

“Who the hell is this? Is he the one you’re cheating on me with? The man you’re screwing?”

 

I stepped away from the barman to lessen the tension.

 

“He’s nobody. Let’s just go home. You’re embarrassing us.”

 

“Oh! Trust me I haven’t even started.”

 

Perry’s anger issues were the reason we had been embarrassed and kicked out of several places in the past. From restaurants to art museums to weddings, he always found a way to drag me into his mess.

 

This was another reason I hated being around him or going anywhere with him. He always find a way to blow things out of proportion and threw a fuss when others did not see it his way. 

 

He brushed past me and went to the barman and grabbed him by the collar. I suddenly felt bad for him because he was a victim of misdirected anger.

 

“Stay away from my wife if you want to live.”

 

Now, Perry was going too far.

 

“Mr man, you had better leave before you force our hand into treating you bad.” 3 muscular men surrounded us.

 

“Perry, please, let’s go,” I pleaded as tears rolled down my cheeks.

 

I couldn’t bear it anymore. Why did my life have to be like this? Why? I dragged Perry away.

 

“Get your filthy hands off me!” He shrugged me off and breezed past me violently.

 

“I am so sorry. Please pardon him,” I apologized to the barman who seemed terrified.

 

As I turned around, my gaze met with Blond’s who was at the top of the stairs, just staring at me. His eyes almost strong enough to pull me back up the stairs as he clenched his fists in anger.

 

I knew he had sent those men. At least he had saved me from another night where I’d have been Perry’s punching bag.