Fractured control

Jalen’s POV

My eyes narrowed at the door, shocked, and she froze. It was prohibited for staff to be in the students' lodge, so I panicked, and I could see the fear in her eyes. I could lose my job and everything I’ve built over the years—she could get suspended, especially when it was just the two of us in the room and the canvas was still open.

But as we stared at the door, it remained empty, no one showed up, not even a shadow, just the breeze that blew the half-closed door open. We both burst out laughing, in that moment, I felt like I was with my best friend, my soul mate. It felt so real like I was young again and I didn’t regret drifting into that world while it lasted. She plunged towards the door, checking around to be sure no one was there before shutting it behind her.

“That was scary,” she whispered, and a smirk curved up my lips. He lounged closer to me, leaning in a bit too close. My hands trembled as I tried to control the urge to grab her again. Until I broke the silence.

“Right, I guess that's my cue, make sure you rest well, there will be a quiz tomorrow after class,” I muttered, pacing out of the room without a glance. But I was sure her face would be up in a frown.

Back at my office, the air carried a faint scent of lavender and paint— a scent that somehow belonged to her. My eyes trailed toward my window, where the last rays of evening light poured through the curtains.

I remembered my face on the portrait, how perfectly she had drawn me. I could only imagine the passion she put into the painting—my thoughts made me rock hard.

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I looked down at my length and held it, stroking it softly while I thought of her before hesitating. Marian had starved me of sex for years, and Fiona; manages to remind me that I'm a man with needs. I let out a groan and begin to pack my bags.

I hadn't been home for a few days, and somehow, Marian didn't bother calling. I was happy—she must have gotten used to it, earning me freedom and peace of mind.

Sometimes I wonder how I got into my marriage, always bitter and annoying. But I had learned to endure it.

In no time, I was done and paced out. I still feel a bit tipsy, I was glad I poured most of it on kissing Fiona’s neck, that was the best I've had in a long while. I kept forcing a grin off my face before it got out of hand but my thoughts betrayed me.

Soon, Marian opened the door for me, she looked different, stunning, and attractive. She was dressed in a red net lingerie that gave off her toned naked skin, her lips were covered in red lipstick and she smelled like roses and vanilla.

“Hi Daddy,” she called and it felt so wrong. She was never like that. She stepped out of the entrance, standing a few feet away, and gesturing me in. Her fingers nervously pushed her hair to the back of her ear.

I stepped into a romantic dining setup. Now that was creepy, Marian never does this, she never puts effort into this marriage, but I played along.

“What's the occasion?” I asked.

“Nothing, I just want you to relax, and feel good tonight,” she answered before leaning closer to me, her voice barely above a whisper. “It was supposed to be… a surprise.”

“Indeed,”

“At least appreciate the effort I put into this Jalen, I know I haven't been a pleasant wife for a while, and I thought I was being unfair to you, I wanna change,” she added, taking my bag from me, she tossed it to the side as she led me to the chair, and squatted on my lap.

“You smell of alcohol, have you been drinking?” she asked and I ignored. “Hmm, but I like that, you seem ready for me,” she added. I pulled off my shirt buttons slowly. “I want you to make love to me tonight,” she smiled, tracing her finger across my chest. I tried to feel something, but I was forcing it.

She stood up and moved to my pants, unzipping them roughly before pulling my length out.

“You are not hard,” she complained, glaring at me.

“I'm just tired Marian, you can suck it, make it hard,” she smiled and took it in her mouth. But that was a bad idea, her teeth kept screeching my length, painful until I could no longer take it.

“Stop, it hurts,” I groaned. She pulled away, her face burning with rage as she glared at me.

“Why ain't you hard? Am I not attractive enough?” she snapped. “Are you seeing someone else? Are you cheating on me?” she continued. To be honest, she was attractive, but I wasn't feeling the spark with her anymore. A while ago, I was burning and rock hard for my best friend’s daughter, but now, it's different.

“Let's do this some other time Marian, please—I need to rest,” I lied, pacing out of her presence immediately before she gets the chance to pounce on me.

I should have laughed at the situation as I felt some sense of relief within me, but the last thing I wanted was a fight so I just grinned widely.

I shut my room door, and walked straight to the bathroom after stripping, running a cold shower over my head. I gasped at the first touch, it was electrifying just like Fiona’s touch. Her thought invaded my mind as I looked through my bathroom transparent door, imagining her watching me shower.

Then, I felt my length grow hard, way harder than I ever imagined.

“Fuck!” I groaned. “Get a grip man, she's young,” I scolded but it wasn't working.

I could still see her standing, I let my gaze drop to her lips — a second too long. My hand almost lifted to brush a strand of hair from her cheek, but I stopped halfway, fingers curling into my palm.

I was going crazy. I stepped back, running a hand over my face, trying to ground myself. “This is trouble,” I murmured.

I could hear her voice in my head, hung in like smoke. I stretched my hands to my length and grabbed it tightly. My head flung back as I released a groan.

“Fiona…” I called, but my voice cracked.

In that moment, the last bit of restraint I had began to crumble. I could see the reflection of myself stroking my length to the image of a teenage girl in my bathroom, wanting what I shouldn't.

My breath hitched, as I stroked harder and faster, I couldn't hold back, I needed to cum.

For one fragile heartbeat, I almost did, but then, reality came crashing back. The image of Marian’s face. And the ruin that would follow.

I pulled my hand back as though I’d touched something burning. “I can’t,” I said hoarsely. “This isn’t right.”

The air was filled with drops of sounds as I turned off the shower, leaning on the wall filled with thoughts for a few minutes. I forced myself to turn toward the door, my chest tightening with every step.

I dried up, before lying in my bed helplessly, until I drifted off to sleep. I needed to be rested and capable of taking her striking beauty the next day.