Chapter 3

Cassandra 

I positioned just the way he wanted, resting my two hands on the bed with my back against him. He's the man I shouldn't want, my mother's husband but here I am shamelessly begging to be taken by the same man I should want.

“Ahh….” I whimpered as a loud spank zapped through my ass cheek stinging and eliciting my pussy at the same time. I could feel him behind me, his hand pressed into my waist, pinning me in place. I could feel his other hand trailing up my thigh, 

“Such a pretty little thing, so obedient and..” slap….  “Fuck, shit….!” My pussy soaked as his hand landed a spank on the edge of my pussy forcing my legs to wobble and throb in ecstasy.

My hair was messy and falling to my face, but the ecstasy of pleasure sipping through me was much more important. My breast were all pointy and aching begging to be touched, I could feel it. Vincent is teasing me, he's not touching me. 

“Please fuck me please….” I groaned in frustration, tired of the torture. “Beg for it babygirl, beg me to fuck your slutty little pussy, make me want this pussy of yours”

He thrusted in his fingers, “Shit!” I exhaled in satisfaction, pleasure erupting through me, as I bit my lower lips, spreading my legs wider as he began to pump his fingers in and out of my hole. “Such a tight cunt, fuck…just the way I like them” He suck in a sharp breath.

I tilted my head to the back a little and he was positioned right behind me torturing me with his hand “Please fuck me already please I can't take this anymore just take me”

“Shhhh….” Spank….  “Ahhhh….” I groaned in pain mixed with pleasure jerking my head upward, my ass shaking beneath his hand, my juice dripping and trailing down his fingers, 

“Keep begging me to fuck you….” He kept on spanking my ass and my pussy. I grinded my pussy against his fingers seeking a little bit of friction, the urge to touch my boobs was unbearable and just when I was about to touch them a stinging spank cripple me “Ahhhhh…..!” A loud scream tore from my lips, he wrapped his hand around my neck from the back forcing my eyes to meet his gaze, his gray orbs was coated in darkness, 

“Don't you fucking touch yourself without my permission else….I'll make sure your mother doesn't recognize you ever again, your pussy is mine now, your fucking body is mine, Do You Hear Me?” The rut I saw in his eyes were dangerous, threatening and one I've never seen before. Gulping nervously I nodded my head in acceptance.

“Good girl now spread your legs wider” 

Anticipation simmered through me I was still spreading my legs when I felt the sharp thrust of his hard member, widening the walls of my hole as he drove and delve deeper, I threw my hair backwards, desires clouding my mind, “Fuck!” This feels so good damn good, he perfectly filled me and like I was made for him, and the bigger he gets the more my walls keep expanding.

I rolled against the bed the next morning, my eyes closed as my hand stretched forth to feel the warmth of his body, but all I felt was coldness and emptiness. My eyes opened and I was the only one lying on the bed, I sprang up immediately I was still naked with only the sheet covering my body. I quickly stood up, picked up my lingerie and took one of his shirts from his closet and wore them before making my way downstairs. 

“Excuse me Grace” I saw one of the house staff, “Please where is Mr Vincent?”

“Ohh he left very early this morning”

“Ohh….” My heart sank in disappointment, what was I expecting, that spending one night with him would probably make him cuddle me, wake me up with flowers or suddenly fall in love with me? Gosh I'm so delusional.

“Can I leave now?” She asked respectfully 

“Sure, sure, of course you can leave” 

“Thank you” She bowed before me and left. I exhaled deeply sitting down on the nearest couch as I tried so hard to put my feelings together and not get so ahead of myself.

He mentioned yesterday that if he touched me once then he's not going to be able to let go, which means he didn't just leave because he wanted to, he might have left because of an urgent meeting, I need to find out. I quickly stood up and made my way upstairs. I needed to get my phone and call him.

I was about to grab my doorknob when the thought hit me, did I get fucked too hard that I suddenly think we are in a relationship or became obsessed with him? Shit I need to get it together. Even if I want to put myself together and act normal with him, I cannot deny the fact that I have this unavoidable attraction towards him, and the more I deny it the more it lingers so instead of not being close to him at all I can as well use the excuse of having sex with him to feel his warmth, call me pathetic but I'll settle for anything just to be close to him.

I walked into the room, grabbed my phone and was about to dial his number when I saw my mum updated on her I*******m, I decided to check out her post after talking to Vincent, I already know whatever she's about to post has to do with her lifestyle.

I dialed his number and it began to ring. The first ring went by and he didn't pick up, I dialed for the second time and the call went straight to voicemail. I decided to check out whatever it is my mum posted cause she usually posts whenever she's back in the country, so I clicked on her post, my heart dropped.

It was a public photo of her sharing a kiss with Vincent at the airport.