The Wife departs

Alora’s voice grew louder outside the terrace door. My heart slammed against my ribs as Derick’s fingers hovered dangerously close to slipping beneath the hem of my uniform skirt. The heat of his body pressed against my back, his breath hot on my neck. Just as the door handle turned, he stepped back smoothly, his hand falling away like nothing had happened.

I grabbed the vase and polished it furiously, cheeks burning.

Alora stepped inside, slipping her phone into her pocket with a pleasant smile. “Sorry about that, darling. Work never stops.” She glanced between us, completely unaware. “How are you getting on, Hazel?”

“Very well, thank you,” I managed, my voice steadier than I felt. Derick had already returned to his laptop at the island, looking every bit the composed businessman.

Alora spent the next two hours training me with the same surprising patience. She showed me how to properly fold the linens in the hallway closet, which surfaces needed special cleaner, and exactly how Derick liked his coffee prepared…black, scalding, with a single drop of vanilla extract. Every instruction came with gentle encouragement.

“You’re a quick learner,” she said at one point, squeezing my shoulder. “I think you’ll fit in perfectly here.”

Guilt gnawed at me even as I smiled back. She had no idea how close her husband had come to touching me. How badly I had wanted it.

By midday, we moved to the dining room. I dusted the long oak table while Alora adjusted a floral arrangement. Derick walked in occasionally, his presence like a live wire. Every time he passed behind me, his hand would brush my waist or lower back “accidentally.” Each touch sent electricity straight to my core. My panties were already damp, and I hated how easily my body responded to him.

At two-thirty, Alora checked her watch and sighed. “I have to leave for that overnight trip in the city. The charity gala planning won’t run itself.” She turned to me warmly. “Hazel, you’ve done wonderfully today. Keep doing exactly what I showed you. Derick will let you know if anything else needs attention. I’ll be back tomorrow evening.”

She hugged me lightly..actually hugged me and the kindness made my stomach twist. “Thank you, Alora. Safe travels.”

Derick saw her to the door. I stayed in the dining room, pretending to work, but my hands were shaking. Through the window I watched Alora kiss him goodbye, then climb into her sleek black car. The engine purred, and the vehicle disappeared down the long driveway.

The front door closed with a heavy click.

Silence settled over the mansion. Then I heard his footsteps,slow, deliberate, approaching from behind.

I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. My pulse thundered in my ears.

Derick stopped right behind me, his tall frame casting a shadow over the table. He didn’t speak at first. One large hand reached around and plucked the dusting cloth from my fingers, tossing it aside. His other hand settled on my hip, gripping firmly.

“Finally,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “I’ve been hard since the moment you stretched on those fucking shelves.”

Before I could respond, he spun me around and lifted me onto the edge of the dining table in one smooth motion. My back hit the polished wood as he shoved my thighs apart, stepping between them. His mouth crashed down on mine,hungry, demanding. I moaned into the kiss, weeks of tension exploding all at once. His tongue invaded my mouth while his hands roamed possessively over my body.

“Sir…” I gasped when he broke the kiss.

“Derick,” he corrected, biting my lower lip. “When my cock is inside you, you call me Derick.”

He yanked the top of my uniform down, exposing my breasts. A low growl escaped him as he palmed them roughly, thumbs flicking over my hard nipples. I arched into his touch, whimpering. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his hot mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. Pleasure shot straight to my clit.

His hand pushed my skirt up to my waist. He hooked his fingers into my soaked panties and tore them down my legs, stuffing the ruined fabric into his pocket like a trophy.

“Look at you,” he said, voice dark with lust. He ran two thick fingers through my slick folds. “Dripping for your married boss on your first day. Such a naughty little maid.”

I moaned shamelessly as he pushed two fingers inside me, curling them against that perfect spot. My hips bucked against his hand. He pumped them fast, stretching me, while his thumb circled my swollen clit with ruthless precision.

“Please…” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.

Derick pulled his fingers out and unbuckled his belt. The sound of his zipper sent fresh heat flooding through me. He freed his long thick rock hard cock , the head was already glistening. He stroked it once, smirking at the way my eyes widened.

“Beg properly.”

“Please, Derick… fuck me.”

That was all he needed.

He gripped my thighs, spread me wider, and slammed into me in one brutal thrust. I cried out at the sudden fullness, my walls clenching around his thick shaft. He was bigger than anyone I’d ever had, stretching me almost painfully. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled back and drove in again, setting a punishing rhythm.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, hips snapping forward. The table creaked beneath us. “This pussy was made to take my cock.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. Every deep thrust hit that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. The wet, obscene sound of him pounding into my soaked pussy filled the grand dining room.

Derick wrapped a hand around my throat, not squeezing hard, just holding me in place as he fucked me harder. His eyes were wild, possessive. “You’re mine now, Hazel. This tight little cunt belongs to me.”

“Yes…yes, sir…Derick!” I sobbed, pleasure building fast and dangerous.

He leaned down, biting my neck hard enough to mark me as he drove deeper. His pelvis ground against my clit with every thrust. I was so close, trembling on the edge.

“Come for me,” he commanded, voice gravelly. “Come on my cock like the desperate little slut you are.”

The words pushed me over. My orgasm crashed through me violently. I screamed his name, pussy spasming and gushing around his thrusting cock. My vision blurred as wave after wave of pleasure tore through my body.

Derick fucked me through it, groaning at how tightly I squeezed him. But he didn’t stop. He kept pounding into my oversensitive pussy, chasing his own release.

Right as another orgasm began building inside me, his phone started ringing on the table beside us. The screen lit up.

Alora it was a Video Call.

Derick slowed his thrusts but didn’t pull out. He stayed buried to the hilt inside me, my pussy still fluttering around him. He looked at the screen, then at my flushed, shocked face, and a wicked smile spread across his lips.

“Answer it,” he ordered quietly, rolling his hips in a slow, deep grind that made me whimper.