The Mistress (19 page)

She caressed his back, smoothing his skin, allowing the water to rush over him as she reached his gorgeously thick blonde hair. Grasping a handful of blonde strands, she pulled him up from her breasts with force, and kissed him. Hard. As soon as her lips met his, she felt the currents take control once again, and they were mere drones of lust again, obeying its every command.

Still with a handful of hair in her grasp, she pulled him harder against her mouth. Her tongue forcing its way into his mouth, it attacked his. He moaned into her; she smiled, realizing she was gaining control of the situation fast.

Marissa turned him so his back was facing her; her skilled hands knew exactly what he liked. She massaged his shoulders and laterals tenderly and bit at the blades of his shoulders. The perfect combination of tender and dominating: that’s what Preston liked. Pain and Love. Love and Pain.

She hugged him from behind, her erect nipples pressing against him, and slightly scratched his chest. The water beckoned her to keep exploring and moving along with it in its directional pursuit downwards – until she reached his cock and gave it a slight but firm squeeze.

Let the games begin.

She gently pushed him to the wall of the shower, his back still facing her. Her kisses trailed down his spine, competing against the shower’s stream. Leaning down, she finally reached his lower back and bit down harshly before kneeling. He tried to turn to her, but she held him in place – this was her game. Not his.

Man. She loved his firm little ass. She felt lecherous thinking about it, almost manly in a way. Were women supposed to look upon men’s asses this way? But, God, she did. It was perfectly rounded and plump for a man of his stature; she groaned.

Unable to control herself, she sank her teeth into his flesh; it was just as she had imagined – firm under her bite, and delicious. He yelped in response, but not in the way that she would have first anticipated – he actually seemed to
enjoy
it. She grinned wildly and kissed the area of flesh where his ass met his thighs. Her kisses continued to trail farther down, nipping as she went.

She couldn’t understand how nibbling his skin, massaging his muscles, and biting at his flesh could cause such a disturbingly strong arousal. All she knew, though, was that it had, and she couldn’t control her need any longer. Her pussy was pulsating and dripping with desire. She needed him to fuck her –
now!

Preston’s signature intuition pulled out from the heavens, and he turned around to face her, his cock inches from her face. As much as she wanted to engulf the hardness, deep throat it until he shot his steamy liquids into the back of her throat – she wouldn’t. Not now. She needed him in another hole – her dripping pink center. She stood, and as if the world was ending, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. His cock had poked her stomach, and he had entrapped her lips into an adoring kiss.

His free hand explored her body until he teased the area between her legs.

“You're so fucking wet!" he gasped.

“We’re in the shower,” she teased in response, knowing that her desire was becoming a nuisance, aching, begging for his touch.

She needed it not only because she wanted him. Not because she wanted to be wanted. But because she wanted to feel pleasure, pleasure from her husband. She wanted him to thrust in and out of her until their bodies’ needs were fulfilled and they had both had their inevitable releases. She wanted them to need one another, please one another. But more than anything, she wanted to forget the sadness and disappointment that she had felt all day. She just wanted to feel
good
. She wanted to feel his heat radiate from his cock and into her core once again. She wanted to feel
warm
. She wanted to feel
cared
for.

He looked at her with false frustration in regards to her teasing.

“What are you going to do about it?" she asked, truly wanting him to answer.

As soon as her question left her lips, his demeanor changed significantly. She wanted to laugh again.
How many times was that today?
He looked at her with determination, but he did not speak. Instead, with one hand he teased her entrance once again, the silkiness of the fluids making his fingers slip into her core. She moaned, and his other hand explored her, as if aching to make new discoveries. He moved across her stomach, causing a tingle to rise over her spine and finally settled on her breasts, lightly cupping them.

“Don’t be gentle...” she whispered into his burning ear. He still didn’t speak, and she saw the look of determination still sprawled out over his face; it hadn’t changed, but his jaw suddenly clenched, and a growl sounded in his throat, and his eyes narrowed. He looked angry, but she knew he wasn’t. She could tell, however, that he wanted to make her sore, because as soon as she spoke, he tore at her nipples, pinching them roughly – making them hard with arousal.

He pumped his finger into her more quickly, before adding a second and then a third. “Don’t hold back!” she screamed in a threatening tone; she couldn’t believe how dominating she sounded. She actually liked it, and she could tell he did too. He still hadn’t spoken; instead the only noises he seemed to be able to manage were low groans from the bottom of his throat.

She heard him swallow hard and saw him nod in concurrence. Feeling gutsy, she spoke again. “Are you going to do what I tell you to do like a good little boy?” He nodded again, and she smiled devilishly. She could get used to this. "I want your hands on my hips – now!"

He did as he was told and put his hands on her hips, shaking with excitement. She was testing him with that last small command, but now she knew that he would do what she asked –
everything
she asked. It would all be exactly how she wanted it. She could
definitely
get used to this. “Tighter!" she ordered again, and again he obeyed. He moaned and tightened his grip on her hips, his fingernails digging into her as he did. She whimpered at the sensation.

"
Good boy
! Now, I want to be closer to you," she demanded, and as if her words were an enforceable law, he pulled her hips against him and slid down the shower wall so that they were both on the floor; her on top, straddling him. She felt his hard shaft brush her mound with vigor, and caused a great amount of excitement to flow from her already aroused center. Satisfied with the new position, she leaned forward and pinched at his nipples, teasing them so that they were matching hers in erectness.

"Grab my ass!" she demanded again, projecting herself upwards, losing temporary contact with his thighs. As her hips jutted her body upwards, she parted her thighs so that her knees were touching the shower’s floor. When she moved, though, her folds had lightly brushed the tip of his cock, causing her to yelp from the contact. God, she wanted it. She needed the contact again. He grabbed her ass, and she repeated, “Don’t be gentle.”

She pushed her breasts together and pressed them into his face. And, doing as he was told once again, he tightened his grip on her ass. His hands were strong, and it hurt – but it also felt deliciously good. Her body was positioned like an A-style tent over him, and it was because of that glorious position that she had him pinned still. She smiled, enjoying the feeling of being in control.

Lately, that was the one thing she seemed to be lacking. She felt as if she had lost control of everything and her world had come crashing in from all corners around her. Not this time. This time he was hers, and she was in charge of everything. He couldn’t even move without her instructing him. She giggled maniacally – she had him where she wanted him.

She could tell, though, that he also liked it. She could tell that he wanted to know how to please her. Hell, on several occasions he had begged for her to be move vocal, and here she was demanding him, ordering his every move. She buried his head in her cleavage and began her list of orders again.

"Bite me!" He did.

"Suck me!" He did.

He was robotic in his movements, but the fire that was ignited in his eyes told a different story. Unlike a machine, he felt. And in this moment, he felt arousal. His hands still firmly gripping at her ass, his hardness continued to bounce upwards, as if magnetically drawn to her dripping pussy.

Having been married for so many years, she felt solace in knowing that they were still capable of doing this to one another. She grabbed his desperate cock, her grip tight, and brushed her folds with the head. She was repeating what had happened by accident just moments before; lightly at first, just like it had been, but then – taking advantage – began to rub herself vigorously.

Desire must have taken him over, because he longer waited for her instruction and parted her folds while gripping at her ass. Courage still pounding within her very soul, she decided to punish him for his indiscretion. She tightened the already tight grip around his cock and roughly quickened her pace against her clit, the friction burning her slightly. He cried out in pain.

Marissa laughed, and decided he had had enough. She finally let go of him and wiggled out of the grip on her ass. Just as he was about to speak, her ass het his thighs again, and she leaned into him for a gentle kiss. “As fun as it was ordering you around, I would rather you to make love to me...” she said softly.

A single tear fell from his left eye, and his vulnerability shone through like she had never seen before; it was as obvious as the sun, and that wasn’t like him. She caressed his cheek lovingly and wiped the tear away. “We’re in the shower – I have a lot of drops on my face,” he said to her, a laugh escaping him. She knew that what she had done hadn’t made any sense, but it was something about a tear – especially when it came from Preston. She wanted the tender moment, and she could tell he had too – despite his joke.

He pulled her lips back to his and lightly and softly let his tongue wander. Marissa felt more love in that kiss than she had felt in any other kiss that they had ever shared. It was almost unexplainable, really. All she knew was that it sent a chill through her entire body and that it had stopped at her heart – and strangely, yet immediately, changed to a warming sensation. She felt it consume her as she guided the head of his member to her entrance and allowed him to slip inside of her for what she knew would be the final time of the evening.

Together their bodies rocked in unison, and a new desire was found, a much more gentle and loving one. Marissa had loved the domination and desperate dirtiness of their earlier antics, but there was something truly special about this encounter. It was slow, tender, gentle – nothing that would usually cause sexual beings to climax quickly, but as they looked at each other, the water streaming down their bodies, they knew they wouldn’t last long.

Her hips rolled against his in perfect rhythm. Their sighs and moans had seemed to fuse together in a unifying sound that had bestowed upon her ears in a truly blessing manner. She loved this man. She loved what he did to her. She loved how he made her feel, especially in that moment. Her body tensed, and she felt herself climax around him. There wasn’t cussing or dirtiness as she bucked wildly against him, clamping down on his rock hardness. There were only the sounds of pleasure and love as they collapsed against one another – completely spent.

T
he two women sat in silence, cups of coffee in hand. It had all started out as a normal morning with the two women chit-chatting in friendly fashion. It wasn’t until Marissa had mentioned something that Haley knew the time had come.

“The sex was so good that I’m actually still fluttering today!” Marissa blushed.

Marissa was talking about having sex with Preston, and Haley knew what she had only had suspicions of before. He was playing them both, falling into bed with both women by telling them exactly what they wanted to hear. Haley was fed up. She wanted Marissa to know. She wanted to try and move forward from her mistakes. She didn’t know how it was going to turn out, but she knew that she had to do it. She had to try to have a relationship with this woman.

She was on the brink of spilling her guts, but wasn’t quite sure how to do it yet. She felt like she should have warned him of this, but knew that he’d only talk her out of it. This was the right thing to do – and her rationale was finally clear.

Her mouth opened and closed a multitude of times, and she still couldn’t speak. She just couldn’t find the words to say. How do you tell someone you’re sleeping with their husband? How can you tell someone that he’s been playing both of you, each probably receiving sloppy seconds? How can you tell them that not only are you sleeping with them, but you’re also in love with them? How can you say that and then explain how you love them and hope they hold no hard feelings? No hard feelings?
Are you shitting me?
Haley snapped at herself. She knew better.

A slam came from another room, and thundering footsteps surrounded the room. The women jumped in fear and shot their bodies instinctually to look out into the living room, and their eyes befell Lucas. He had shot through the front door with anger and shut it with equal force.

He tried to run straight for the stairs to the left without the women noticing him, but it was too late for that. His clothes were torn, face tattered and bruised – he’d been beaten.

“What the hell happened to you!” Haley shot, leaving the kitchen and running towards the boy, Marissa in equal pace.

“I second that, and if you didn’t want us to notice you, you should have been quieter coming in!” Marissa’s voice was panicked, but Haley had to give her props for her words always being logical despite the emotion caked on them.

“I’m fine!” Lucas spat. He tried to run past the two women, but together they engulfed him in their arms. He shook roughly in effort to free himself from their grasps, but he was unsuccessful. He was weak, not in muscular fortitude – but in stamina. The boy must have been put through the ringer, Haley thought with sadness.