SORRY, NOT YOURS ANYMORE

Melissa

"Oh God," I let out a moan I didn't feel as the man began to kiss a line down my throat, hands roaming all over my body.

The man mouthed at my exposed cleavage, making a sound of pleasure low in his throat, "God, baby. You taste so good."

Of course I did, I had spent over three hours soaking in a scented bath, and layering myself with perfumed oils and body scents. I arched my back as he began to push the thin straps of my dress down my shoulders and arms, till the silk, slip dress pooled to the floor at my feet, leaving me in just red panties and my five inch heels.

"Damn," he leered at me, "You're a work of art baby, you know that right?"

I ducked my head, feigning shyness when really I just wanted him to get it over with so I could go home. I knew what men like him wanted, they wanted the virginal, innocent, blushing girl vibe, and that was exactly what I'd give him.

The man bent his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth.

"Hngh," I groaned as he began to suck me deep, while he rolled the other breast in his hand.

"Come baby, let me give you a night you'll never forget," he winked at me, taking my wrist and pulling me toward the large bed in the middle of the room decorated with petals of roses.

He pushed me down to the bed and then took his time undoing the straps of my heels. I held my breath, hoping he wouldn't realize that the shoes were ten dollar, second hand heels.

"I've wanted you since the first day I saw you," the man chuckled, "Did you know that?"

I shook my head, trying to look surprised. As if I hadn't seen how he had looked at me like I was an edible buffet the first day I met him at a gala event.

"If you were mine," he growled, grabbing at one side of my lace panties, "I'd never let you go. I'd never let another man lay his hands on you. What do you say, Melissa? Let's make this permanent."

I held back my shudder of disgust at his words. Over my dead body.

"How about we just enjoy the moment?" I said in a husky voice, sitting up a little and curving my back, flashing my breasts at him.

His eyes darkened with lust and he immediately crawled over me. His mouth descended on mine, kissing and licking and biting with vigor. I let out a cry as he ripped my panties off, and cupped my pussy in his meaty hands.

"You feel so good." He panted, staring down at me with his lustful orbs. And then he was attacking every inch of my body with desperate kisses.

I allowed him to put his face against the junction of my legs and inhale greedily, all while I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to turn my brain off. Just like all the other times I'd let unfamiliar men put their hands and mouth on me, I imagined that they were someone else.

I imagined that they were the man I loved.

I tuned out the sound of the man grunting as he rocked his hips into me. I let out a feigned cry of pleasure at intervals, and when I felt he was close to orgasm, I threw my head back, dug my nails into his back and screamed, pretending to cum along with him. I felt bile crawl up my throat as the man buried his sweaty face in the crook of my neck.

"That was fucking amazing," he chuckled tiredly, "We should definitely arrange to do that again. I could make you a very happy and rich woman. In fact..." He rolled away from me and moved toward the bedside table where a telephone sat.

I sat up and winced at the pain between my legs while the man dialed somebody and spoke a language I didn't understand into the phone.

Moments later, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," he said, then turned to wrap one beefy hand around my waist and pull me into his side. I fixed a smile on my face.

Two women in formal suits walked in carrying briefcases and packages. I swallowed back my annoyed sigh. It wasn't the first time something like this was happening, but I only wished it could be the last.

Dean had promised me this would be the last and I believed him. He'd never lied to me before.

The women set the briefcases at the edge of the bed and opened them, revealing stacks of dollar notes. The packages contained designer shoes, lingerie, a diamond tennis bracelet and an earring set that looked expensive enough to feed me for a year.

"You know I can't accept this," I said.

"Why not?" He laughed, "Don't tell me Dean would mind. And don't feel like I'm spending too much on you, this is nothing to me. And I'll do far much more if you agree to be my mistress."

I knew he was a wealthy millionaire, and money was nothing to him, but I still couldn't accept any of this. I didn't need money or gifts for sleeping with him, there was only one thing I needed and he knew it.

Rising from the bed, I began to pull on my clothes, the women looking away polite while the heavyset man on the bed stared at me unabashedly. My stomach churned when I saw that he was hard again.

"You'll keep to your end of the deal?" I asked him as I grabbed my purse.

"You're a stubborn woman, Melissa," he smirked, "I'll keep my end of the deal."

"Thank you," I nodded and headed for the door. As I reached for the door knob, his words stopped me.

"Tell Dean that he should be expecting the promotion by tomorrow."

A smile spread across my face. I couldn't wait to tell my husband the good news!