Chapter 2: Real pleasure

Natasha sat across Leonard in the dining room, trying her best not to look at him.

Charlie sat beside her, busy on his phone and completely oblivious to everything else. Dusk fell hours ago, but the house was brightly lit.

She had taken a bath and changed into a casual pair of white shorts and a black halter top.

As two housemaids dished out the food, she lifted her head and smiled at Leonard.

"Thank you for having us, Mr. Masseria."

"You're welcome, Natasha," he murmured. "Charlie's description of you doesn't do justice to how beautiful you are."

"Dad," Charlie snapped. "Don't start."

Unaware of the tension between father and son, Natasha smiled shyly. "You flatter me with your words."

"I mean every word of it."

"Dad!" Charlie snapped again. He lowered his phone and glared at Leonard. "Don't indulge her."

"Charlie, is it wrong to compliment your fiancée?"

"She doesn't need your compliment. She knows that..."

His phone rang then, interrupting him. Natasha saw the name on the ID before he walked out and answered the call.

It was Angelique, his ex-girlfriend.

A blend of jealousy and suspicion surged through her. Charlie had assured her that he ended things with her for good. So why was she still calling him?

He came back and continued eating like nothing had happened.

"Natasha knows her place," he continued. "She is loyal and submissive to me. Isn't that right, babe?"

She smiled at him and nodded, then turned tense when Leonard suddenly chuckled.

"I'm sure she's very submissive," he said, but there was an underlying hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Tell me about yourself, Natasha."

She wiped her mouth and smiled at him. "I grew up with my parents in Seattle. I schooled there, both in high school and college. That's where I met Charlie."

"How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-six. I have a sister who's a year younger."

"That's impressive." Leonard lifted a glass of wine to his lips and ran his tongue over the rim before sipping from it.

Natasha instantly became breathless. Her pulse pounded. Her core throbbed with heat and her throat suddenly went dry.

She reached for her glass of water, but in her haste, she knocked it over. It spilled on her shirt, then the glass rolled off the table and smashed on the floor.

"What the fuck, Tash!" Charlie snapped. "You're so bloody clumsy. Get out of here before you make a bigger mess."

Completely embarrassed, she slowly pushed back her chair and rose.

"I'm sorry about the mess, Mr. Masseria," she managed to choke out before rushing out of the dining room.

She stepped into the room she shared with Charlie and lowered to the bed, taking deep breaths to calm herself.

She convinced herself that Charlie was acting this way because they were still unmarried. Once he married her, he would change. She was sure of it.

"Is he always like that?" a deep voice asked from the door.

She jumped, her eyes growing wide when she saw Leonard on the threshold.

"Mr. Masseria," she gasped and rushed to her feet, slowly shaking her head. "Charlie is just cranky from the long journey. He doesn't normally yell at me like that."

Leonard knew instantly that she was lying. He knew his son, knew the kind of asshole he was. It was too bad Natasha was under his spell and manipulation.

"Come back and have some dessert," he murmured finally.

She looked at him through the curtain of blonde hair that framed her face and smiled.

"Thank you for the offer, but I'd rather stay here. I don’t want to upset Charlie further."

He nodded, but remained by the door. His eyes slowly roamed over her body, lingering over the wet spill on her chest, then down to her bare thighs.

Without another word, he turned and walked off.

Natasha gazed after him in longing. The way he looked at her, with something close to desire and hunger, and those eyes, made her breathless.

Charlie never looked at her that way. He hadn't even touched her in months.

Suddenly Charlie rushed into the room. "I'm going out."

She sat up eagerly. "Can I come with you?"

"No! Stay in this room and don't step out until I return." He took off his shirt and slipped on another one. "Angelique is in town. I'm going to pick her up. I'll be back later."

She didn't move from her spot long after he left. Even with their wedding in six months, he still met with her.

A surge of jealousy hit her, and with it came anger.

She left the room and wandered quietly around the house, trying to calm herself and not think about how Charlie had probably gone to fuck his ex.

The house was silent and cozy, situated at the north of Seattle, a small rural town called Skagit Valley.

As she moved through the hallway, she ran her hand over the paintings on the wall, marveling at their beauty.

She stopped at a particular room with the door half opened. A quick peek told her this was Leonard's bedroom. There were pictures of him on the wall.

She was just about to back away when he suddenly walked past. Her eyes popped out. He was naked, fresh out of the bathroom.

Her gaze lowered to the thick member between his thighs. Fat, erect and veiny. The sight of it made her wet on the spot.

Charlie wasn't even half that size.

She turned instantly and raced back to her room, her heart racing uncontrollably.

Unknown to her, Leonard already saw her. A dark look crossed his eyes as he put on his robe and shut the door.

...

Charlie didn't return all night.

Unable to sleep, Natasha tossed and turned for hours. Images of Leonard's naked body and erect cock plagued her head until she felt she would go insane.

When the ache between her thighs became unbearable, she stripped off her clothes, lowered her hand and touched herself.

Pleasure surged through her. She bit her lips to silence her moans as she flicked the sensitive skin around her clit. It felt so good, so heavenly.

She clutched the sheets, her hips moving in a circle, her toes curling tightly. Her fingers worked fast, sensually stimulating her cunt and building up her release. She could feel her juices leaking into the bed.

"Mmhmm," she whimpered as she neared her climax. She released the sheets and clutched her breast, flicking her thumb over her nipple until she was panting breathlessly.

"Oouu, fuck..." she cried out as her orgasm hit her. Her entire body trembled, liquid squirting out of her pussy. Her eyes rolled backwards, her back bowing off the bed in pure ecstasy.

When it ended, she collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. Touching herself had always been better than the sloppy sex she had with Charlie.

She opened her eyes and sat up, and froze completely.

Leonard stood at the threshold, his burning gaze locked on her dripping cunt. His breathing was ragged, his hands fisted beside him. The look he gave her was pure, primal lust.

"Charlie doesn't touch you, does he?" he asked, his voice extremely low and deep.

She shook her head, her heart skipping a beat as he stepped into the room. Every coherent thought disappeared from her mind as he slowly took off his robe and stroked himself.

"Let me show you what real pleasure is, amore."