Frustrations

“Do you plan to give me an answer today or next year?” Kan demanded, his eyes shining.

Eleanor looked at him, and then quietly told him what had happened. 

How a circular had gone out barring everyone from going upstairs, Ariel’s PA’s account of the stripping and tension inside the unbearably hot elevator, and how she had finally left them alone there.

“Why did she leave?”

Eleanor frowned at him, confused before she said, “She was about to pass out, and your wife agreed to tell him the truth just so she could get out.”

“Why was it not unbearably hot for Ariel too? Did she begin to strip too?” Even as he said the words, his head began to pound. 

Just thinking about Blaine seeing that skin again, the beautiful milky undertone, her soft warm flesh.

He dropped his head in his hands as his whole body shook.

“I don’t have those details.” He heard Eleanor’s voice and his legs trembled. 

He might really go mad if he did not release all this steam he was feeling. He had to get this out somehow.

Ariel asked for her PA to be let out!

Ariel was tender in all ways. If she could stand the heat, why could her bloody PA not do the same?

Or she simply wanted to be left alone with Tucker. Why? 

What the hell were they saying to each other? Heck, what were they doing right now?

This messed with his mind more than the thought of Eleanor with another man he had a while back. 

And that statement Eleanor made just now when Tucker's wife was being a wh*re with another man in public..

~Do you think we don’t have feelings?~

~Do you think the thought of you grunting and pumping in another woman does not hurt us?~

Was that why Ariel was doing this? 

Was that why she was giving herself to that caveman from the thickest forest? 

Did she want to let out her frustration because of those pictures she had gotten from Eleanor?

“Are they still there?”

“Yes,” Eleanor said meekly, like she was sorry for him, and that made him want to punch something. 

He must look like a fool to her now, chasing a woman who will never be his instead of loving the one who loved him.

“How long?”

“I am not sure, but it’s been ten minutes since her P. A got out of the elevator.” 

He groaned, ten minutes, ten whole minutes for Tucker to break down her defenses and claim her like a bloody price, a spite against him. 

But unfortunately, not enough time to get back to Mõshon and beat the man bloody.

He suddenly felt Eleanor’s hands on his shoulder, pushing him back. 

He looked at her, his eyes wide. 

“What are you doing?” He asked as her hands worked quickly on his zipper, but his voice was not even as firm as that day he had been drunk.

“You’ll give yourself a bloody heart attack.”

“But.” He could not finish his sentence before she had her lips around him like a ring.

“Ughh.” He groaned, pushing his hips out of his seat. 

He was ripe to burst after being so close with Ariel these last few days but receiving nothing.

If he was not a man he would have cried at that moment. 

He thought this would have been her. 

He had been so close. 

But Eleanor did not let him dwell on these thoughts for too long as she stroked his stiff member with her lips, teased him with her tongue, deep-throating till he could feel the soft flesh behind her throat.

Even when he gripped her hair, and his voice was loud enough for the chauffeur to hear in front, she did not stop. 

Instead, she reached for a control connected to the dashboard and turned on the music.

He groaned as Eleanor edged him on and on, reminding him why he had always chased her all these years, even when he had no intention to keep her. 

Why he made it clear that he was unhappy when she entertained other men, and why he panicked whenever she talked about leaving.

The darling vacuumed like a witch. 

“Look at me.” Her voice came up to him, and he opened his eyes and looked down at her. 

Her eyes were bright and wide behind those clear glasses that made her f*cking sexy.

He began to feel himself twitch, but she shook her head with him still in her mouth, and he felt himself hitting both sides of the walls in her mouth, her teeth grazing him a little.

“Ahhh.” He was unable to bite back his pleasure.

She smiled coyly at him and showed him her tongue before she lapped him.

“Not one more second.” His voice came up breathlessly as he reached down to caress her face.

“No.” She was up and straddling him on his seat before he could protest. 

She threw her head back, and moaned loudly from her bruised throat as she slid down his length, the slurpy sound audible still, despite the music.

He held her, although his heart felt sorrow underneath. He had gone all the way. 

He could lie, but he could not make excuses to himself anymore. He had cheated on Ariel.

But she probably was doing the same thing at that very moment.

“Kan.” Eleanor moaned, as he pulled her shirt up to bury his face under, and she bounced faster and faster on top of him.

“Kan.” Her voice was more urgent now as he pulled her even closer to himself, inhaling her familiar scent, tasting the flavor of her skin that made him nostalgic, and embracing how good the familiar felt.

But later, as he turned to the window, drained, sated, while she slept with her head in his lap as they took a detour to her apartment instead of the company,

he felt an overwhelming sadness that made his eyes water, although he wiped it off before anyone could see it.