Chapter 21- FRACTURED LINES

Marcus stood still, breathing heavily. He knew the power dynamic in their marriage all too well. Sophia was a successful barrister with money, connections, and the legal knowledge to make his life miserable if he retaliated. She could drag him through courts, freeze accounts, or even have him removed from the house. He had no real leverage. So he swallowed his pride, said nothing, and walked away toward the bathroom without another word.

The shower water was hot. He let it run over his head for a long time, trying to wash away the humiliation and frustration. When he finally came out, he ordered dinner as instructed and ate in silence while Sophia scrolled through her phone, occasionally giving short commands about the house chores or his training schedule. The power imbalance felt heavier than ever.

At Ryan’s office, the sun had already set. Ryan was packing his bag, ready to head home, when his secretary walked in again. She closed the door behind her and locked it with a soft click. Her blouse was unbuttoned lower than usual, showing deep cleavage, and her short skirt hugged her hips tightly.

“Boss,” she said softly, walking toward him with a seductive smile. “You’ve been so stressed lately. Let me help you relax before you go home to your wife.”

Ryan tried to resist. “Not today. I really need to get home, it's getting late.”

But she didn’t stop. She pressed her body against him, her hands sliding down his chest, then lower. She kissed his neck, whispering dirty things in his ear. The temptation finally broke him. Ryan grabbed her roughly, tore open her shirt, and pulled her bra down. He sucked on her breasts hungrily, biting and licking her nipples while she moaned loudly. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her ass, sliding between her legs, fingering her until she was dripping wet.

He bent her over the desk, pushed her skirt up, and entered her roughly from behind. The sex was fast, hard, and passionate. The desk shook with every powerful thrust. She gasped and begged for more, pushing back against him.

“Harder, sir,” she moaned.

Ryan gave it to her, gripping her hips tightly, pounding deep and fast. Sweat dripped from his forehead. In the middle of it, she suddenly gasped, “If I make you feel this good… can I get that promotion?”

Ryan didn’t stop. He kept thrusting hard, ignoring the request, focused only on chasing his own release.

I checked the time on my phone again. It was already almost 10 PM. Ryan usually came home between 8:30 and 9. Tonight was different. The house felt too quiet and empty. I paced the living room for a while, then sat on the couch, phone in hand. I picked it up and dialed his number.

At the office, Ryan’s phone started ringing on the desk. His secretary was on her knees in front of him, her mouth wrapped tightly around his hard cock. She was sucking him deep, her head bobbing fast, saliva dripping down her chin. Ryan had one hand in her hair, guiding her.

He glanced at the screen and saw Bella’s name. For a second he hesitated, then answered the call.

“Hey,” he answered, trying to sound normal.

“Hey,” I said. “Where are you? It’s really late. I was getting worried.”

Ryan leaned back in his chair, eyes half-closed as his secretary took him deeper into her throat. She was giving him the best blowjob he had received in years. Bella hadn’t touched him like this since their honeymoon. He pushed her head down gently, forcing more of his cock into her mouth.

“I’m still at the office,” he replied, voice a little strained. “Some urgent files came up. I’ll leave soon.”

His secretary moaned softly around him, the vibration making him groan quietly.

I frowned. “Are you okay? You sound strange. Like you’re in pain or something.”

Ryan gripped his secretary’s hair tighter and shoved her head deeper. She gagged a little but kept sucking eagerly, her tongue working the underside of his cock.

“I just hit my leg on the desk,” he said, breathing heavier. “Nothing serious.”

He kept his hand on her head, guiding her rhythm. The wet sounds of her mouth were loud in the quiet office. He was close.

“Okay… just come home safe,” I said.

Ryan was about to reply when his secretary shifted. She pulled back slightly and moved her mouth to his balls, sucking them gently while stroking his cock with her hand. The sudden change made him moan low in his throat.

“What was that?” I asked, sitting up straighter. “Ryan?”

“What are you doing?"