The Weekend Indulgence

My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I was sure Alora could hear it through the door. I quickly splashed more cold water on my face, wiped the sweat from my neck, and forced my voice to sound normal.

“Everything’s fine, Alora!” I called back, hating how breathy I sounded. “I just… dropped something heavy. Sorry if I startled you.”

A soft, understanding laugh came from the other side. “No worries at all, darling. Take your time.”

Her footsteps faded down the hall. I sagged against the counter, Derick’s cum still warm and thick as it slowly trickled down my inner thighs. The sight of my flushed, well-fucked reflection in the mirror made fresh shame twist in my stomach , right alongside another pulse of unwanted heat between my legs.

The rest of the afternoon dragged by in a haze of tension. Alora was her usual warm, elegant self, but every kind word from her felt like a knife. Derick, meanwhile, was shameless. His touches grew bolder whenever her back was turned: a possessive grip on my hip in the kitchen, fingers tracing the curve of my ass as I dusted the bookshelves, a low whisper in my ear when I passed him on the stairs.

“You’re still dripping with me, aren’t you?” he murmured, voice dark with satisfaction. “Good girl.”

By evening, Alora announced her plans with a breezy smile over dinner.

“I have to head out again tomorrow morning for that full weekend retreat upstate. Presentations, networking… I won’t be back until late Sunday night.” She reached over and squeezed Derick’s hand. “You two will be okay holding down the fort?”

Derick’s eyes met mine across the table for a brief, scorching second. “We’ll manage.”

The moment Alora’s car disappeared down the long driveway the next morning, the air in the mansion shifted. The heavy front door had barely clicked shut before Derick was on me.

He grabbed me from behind in the grand foyer, one powerful arm banding around my waist as he hauled me against his chest. “Finally,” he growled against my ear. “No more pretending. This weekend, you’re mine. Completely.”

He didn’t even let me make it to the bedroom. He bent me over the ornate console table right there in the entrance, yanked my uniform up, and fucked me hard and fast while I gripped the edges for dear life. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed through the cavernous space. He came deep inside me with a satisfied groan, then made me leave it there as we moved to the kitchen.

Breakfast became something filthy and decadent.

Derick sat at the marble island in nothing but low-slung lounge pants while I cooked eggs and bacon completely naked except for my little maid apron. He watched me like a predator, stroking himself lazily. When I brought his plate over, he pulled me onto his lap, spread my thighs wide, and lowered me onto his thick cock.

“Ride me while I eat,” he ordered, one hand on my hip, the other casually forking food into his mouth. “Slow. Let me feel that greedy pussy milk me.”

I whimpered as I rocked on him, the apron brushing against my aching clit with every movement. He fed me bites between thrusts, praising me in that deep, commanding voice.

“That’s it… such a perfect little fucktoy. Look how wet you get for your employer’s cock while his wife is gone.”

After he filled me again, he carried me out to the infinity pool.

The sun beat down on my skin as he laid me out on a wide lounge chair. He took his time with me there, spreading my legs obscenely wide, licking and sucking my clit until I screamed, then flipping me over and spanking my ass bright red while he took me from behind. Each sharp slap echoed across the water. By the time he came, my thighs and the cushion beneath me were soaked.

“You’re going to wear my marks all weekend,” he said, tracing the handprints on my ass with possessive fingers. “Every time you sit down, you’ll remember who owns this body now.”

The entire mansion became our playground.

In the formal living room, he fucked me on the expensive leather sofa, my legs over his shoulders as he drove into me so deep I saw stars. In the library, he made me drop to my knees between the shelves and take him down my throat while he read emails on his phone, occasionally guiding my head with a firm hand in my hair and murmuring filthy praise.

But the master bedroom , Alora’s pristine, luxurious bed was where the real intensity hit.

That night, Derick laid me down on her silk sheets and spent hours claiming me. He tied my wrists to the headboard with his belt, fucked me slow and deep until I was begging, then harder, pounding me into the mattress with raw, possessive strokes. He marked my breasts and inner thighs with bruising sucks and bites. He made me say it out loud while I came:

“I’m your whore, Derick… I belong to you, not her.”

I came so many times I lost count, my voice hoarse, body trembling with exhaustion and overwhelming pleasure. Guilt still flickered somewhere deep inside me, but it was drowned out by raw, addictive need. I was falling hard.

Late Sunday afternoon, Derick took me in the master bed one final time before Alora’s return.

He had me on all fours, face pressed into Alora’s pillow as he thrust into me from behind with deep, deliberate strokes. One of his hands fisted my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to leave fresh fingerprints.

“Gonna miss this tight little pussy every time she’s in this bed,” he growled, voice rough with obsession. “You sleep here with me from now on. Understand? My bed. My cum. Every night.”

I moaned desperately, pushing back against him, completely lost to the filthy thrill of his words. He reached around and rubbed my clit until I shattered again, crying out into the pillow as my walls clenched around him. Derick followed with a low groan, burying himself to the hilt and pumping me full one last time.

We collapsed together, sweaty and spent. For a few long minutes he stayed inside me, kissing the back of my neck almost tenderly while his hand stroked over the marks he’d left on my body.

“Clean up and put on a fresh uniform before she gets home,” he finally whispered, pulling out. “But you’re keeping me inside you tonight. I want you full of me while you look her in the eye.”

I nodded weakly, already dreading the guilt that would crash over me again the moment Alora walked through the door.

As I gathered my discarded uniform from the floor, I didn’t notice my small silver earring had slipped off somewhere in the tangled sheets.