FORBIDDEN SINFUL DESIRES

OCTAVIA’S POV

Seated with my reading glass on, my fingers typed fast against the keyboard of my laptop.

The ideas for my newest book kept flowing in rapidly, and I typed each words, conveying the emotions of my characters.

I wanted to write a book similar to my love life, and the ideas never stopped flowing in.

I have the most perfect life any woman could desire. A loving boyfriend, a stable job as an author who earns six figures monthly, lovely group of friends and families, but I had just one problem.

My sex life.

My sex life is a complete mess.

Yes, Bernie loves me and I do love him, but am I truly happy and satisfied in this relationship?

Absolutely– well, not really.

If he couldn't make me orgasm, I can use my toys. It doesn't stop me from loving him.

Bernie and I have been dating for three years and our love kept growing stronger by each passing of the day.

But sometimes, I feel tired and needed a break from this relationship and everything, but his loves kept me going.

‘ I love my boyfriend, but he doesn't satisfy me sexually. He doesn't last and can't get me off.’

I stopped typing on my laptop and smiled in satisfaction staring at the chapter I just wrote.

This book would be a secret and no one would know that it is about my relationship, not even Bernie or my chief editor.

Writing a story about my love and sex life was the only way to pour in my frustration, happiness, sadness, secret and other things which I can't say publicly because of what people or even Bernie might think of me.

“We are done for the day.” I exhaled as I stretched my cramped body and took off my reading glass.

I took a sip from my coffee and stood up from my wooden swivel chair, leaving my office room at once, since I work from home.

Bernie would be home in no time with goodnews from the investment he had made with some companies.

Checking the time on my phone, I gasped softly staring at the screen.

It was already 5pm and I haven't prepared dinner.

I strode hurriedly to the kitchen and began to prepare dinner.

I prepared Hangi, a typical traditional New Zealand food, which happens to be Bernie's favourite peered with Kumara(sweet potato) and pumpkin.

Once everything was ready, I proceeded to set the dinning table and took my bath afterwards.

Dressed in a bikini with my cleavages visible and my hair let loose, I made my way to the sitting room to watch my favourite series while waiting for Bernie's return.

It wasn't up to an hour before I heard the honking of his car, causing me to flinch.

A smile spread on my face as I stood up from the sofa to welcome my man home, hoping for some goodnews.

As expected, the entrance door pushed open, revealing smiley Bernie and my heart warmed.

That only meant one thing; the investment was a success.

“Baby,” he called, strode towards me and engulfed me into a big hug, swirling me around while I giggled like a child.

I love when he is happy and fulfilled.

His happiness is my happiness.

“Guess the investment went well.” I said once he dropped me to the ground.

“Yes, it went so smoothly, I can't be more excited!” Bernie's eyes were shining brightly that I couldn't stop smiling.

“Come, I prepared you your favourite food to celebrate this.” I grabbed his wrist, leading him to the dinning room.

I made him seat, took off his tie and began to dish out his dinner, but his eyes weren't on his favourite food, they were settled on my exposed cleavages.

“You also prepared another of my favourite.” He said, his voice hoarse with desires.

“Of course, but you need strength from your first favourite so you can devour your second favourite.” I teased and he let out a throaty laughter.

“You're indeed an author. I love the way you play around with words.” Bernie said as he grabbed the fork and began to dig into the food.

I watched as he enjoyed his dinner, and once he was done, I cleared off the dining table.

As I made my way to our room, I met Bernie already naked on the bed, his dick semi hard.

“Little man is already waiting, baby. Give him some treats.” Bernie said, slowly stroking his dick.

 I felt my pussy clammed together and my core throbbed, ready to be filled up.

Slowly, with my eyes on his, I took off my bikini and stripped myself naked.

“Fuck me like you hate me, Bernie.” I said, each words conveying how I wanted to be treated. “Like a slut!”

“Fuck me like a slave.” I climbed the bed and spread my legs apart, inviting him over.

His eyes darkened as he came on top, kissing every part of my body, down to my throbbing clit.

His tongue and lips fisted on my clit. He sucked, nibbled, feasted and ravaged on my pussy lips until my throat couldn't release anymore moans.

“Fuck me already, Bernie. I…I can't take this anymore.” My voice quivered with need.

“Your wish is my command, baby.” He said and positioned himself in my entrance.

He thrusted deep into my pussy, but it was as if all the pleasure disappeared once his dick thrust into my wet pussy.

I couldn't feel him anymore.

I was supposed to moan, to roll my eyes, to scream his name, but nothing left my mouth.

I was trying to force them out of my lips, to pretend like I was really into this sex, but it seems I couldn't pretend anymore.

This wasn't the first time. It has been happening for three years and now, I couldn't be less bothered.

My eyes caught the ticking clock on the wall.

It was already 6:30pm.

In the next one minute, Bernie would climax and fall beside me, breathing heavily like he had achieved something worth breathing heavy for.

50 seconds.

40 seconds.

30 seconds.

20 seconds 

10 seconds.

1 second.

Like predicted, Bernie came and slipped out of me, laying beside me on the bed breathing heavily.

“I really enjoyed today's sex. It was epic!” He grinned beside me, while I forced a smile on my face.

Like every other time, I couldn't orgasm, I

couldn't feel his cock inside me and I was left to come off on my own, using my toys.

A sigh escaped my lips as I closed my eyes.