All Chapters of Make Me Wet (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 2I quickly brushed the thought of joining them out of my head.I’d just seen my husband buried deep inside his secretary, in the bed we shared, the sheets I’d chosen, the same ones he’d kissed me on only nights ago. I should’ve screamed. I should’ve thrown something, or collapsed, or done anything that made sense for a wife whose world had just been ripped apart.But instead, I felt… free.I slumped forward in my car, pressing my forehead to the steering wheel. My hands were trembling, my throat tight, my mind spinning with flashes of what I’d just seen… his body, her laugh, the look of disgust on his face when he saw me standing there. The engine stayed silent as my headlights washed over the quiet street. I could’ve gone anywhere… to a hotel, to my sister’s place, back to family. But my thoughts drifted somewhere else. Somewhere unexpected.Nicholas.My husband’s boss. His mentor. The man David had always tried to impress and never could.Nicholas was everything David pre

Chapter 4"Fuck-fuck-" My voice came out raw, desperate. I imagine Richard behind me, his broad chest pressed to my back, his cock thick and heavy against my ass as he whispers dirty things in my ear. You're mine now, Elena. Say it. His hands would be everywhere, gripping my hips, squeezing my tits, sliding between my legs to feel how wet I am for him. His fingers would sink into me easily, stretching me, preparing me for his cock. I whimper, the showerhead trembling in my grip as I press it harder against my clit. The water is almost too much, the pleasure bordering on pain, but I can't stop. Won't stop. My pussy clenches, aching to be filled, and my thighs are slick with my own arousal. "Oh, Richard," I groan, my voice breaking. I can see him, his cold eyes burning into mine as he fucks me against the wall of his office, his suit jacket discarded, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease me with the hard planes of his chest. I'd wrap my legs around him, my heels digging into his

Chapter 6"You're welcome." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek, new phone and sliding it across the island toward me. "I got you a replacement. Figured David might try to track you through your old one." My breath hitched. I hadn't even thought of that. The way Richard's mind worked, he was always three steps ahead, always protecting me. It sent a thrill through me. But then he tossed a set of keys onto the table with a clink, and my pulse spiked. "And a chauffeur, if you need it," he said, his voice casual, but his eyes were sharp, watching my reaction. "Or, if you'd rather drive yourself..." He nodded toward the keys. "That's the BMW. Figured you'd prefer something with a little more power." My fingers trembled as I picked up the keys, the weight of them foreign in my palm. "Richard, this is-this is too much." He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, his biceps flexing, veins popping beneath his tanned skin. "Elena." My name was a growl, rough and raw. "I

Chapter 8The sleek black Mercedes glided to a stop in front of the towering skyscraper; its tinted windows were dark, and no one could see inside, even if they tried. My fingers trembled around the thick envelope in my lap, the divorce papers crisp and final. My body shook with both anticipation and fear. I exhaled slowly, the scent of leather and expensive perfume filled the car's interior, giving me some type of comfort. This is it. No more lies. No more pretending. Just freedom and the man who had promised to give me everything. I adjusted the cream Chanel suit Richard had gifted me that morning; the silk blouse clung to my curves, and the skirt was short enough to tease the lace tops of my thigh-high stockings. The fabric felt a bit weird against my skin as I shifted; the cool air conditioning brushed over my exposed collarbone, and my nipples tightened beneath the thin material as a betraying flush crept up my chest. God, even now, my body reacted to the thrill of this. The

Chapter 10The private jet sliced through the twilight sky, its engines a low, steady hum that vibrated through the plush leather seats. I sat across from Richard, my fingers tracing the rim of my glass of champagne, the bubbles long since gone flat. My attention was fixed solely on him. His presence was magnetic, his dark eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart pulse quicken. I had spent years trapped in a marriage that had slowly suffocated me, but now, I was free, and the thrill of it coursed through my veins like electricity. Richard reached for the velvet-wrapped box resting on the table between us, his movements deliberate, almost predatory. The soft clink of the latch breaking the silence sent a shiver down my spine. I watched as he unfolded the crimson silk inside, revealing a blindfold. It was deep, rich, and impossibly smooth. My breath hitched. "Trust me," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that resonated in my chest. There was no question in his tone