23. Rosenna
Chapter twenty-three
Rosenna
“F lower... turn your little ass around and bend over the fucking counter.”
My heart raced. I gulped. “Beckham, please. Gavin, he—”
“Rosenna, you don’t want me to repeat myself,” he threatened with a look as he placed his hands on the edge of the counter, caging me in with nowhere to escape.
I breathed in deeply as I looked into his eyes for a bit of mercy, to which he remained completely stoic. Reluctantly, I turned around and leaned over the counter, laying my head on my arms.
Hearing his belt buckle making a noise, I jumped as I felt his thumb over my soaked, matching silk underwear. I practically throbbed as he pressed his finger over my clit. He pulled my underwear down in an instant and tapped my legs to make me step out of them. I watched him put them in his back pocket as a frown came over my lips. I liked that pair.
I waited as he simply stood behind me, and I had to hide my embarrassment as he took the time to admire me. In a split second, however, I let out a strangled breath as he plunged his length into me and groaned.
I covered my mouth to muffle my sounds as he grabbed my hips and began fucking me from behind. It felt absolutely amazing . He hit every single spot that only he could at a pace only he could muster. At one point, he hit a spot that had me going up on my tiptoes, to which he simply moved closer and continued his deep and hard thrusts.
“Fuck, there you go. My little fucking whore. So wet and tight,” he muttered.
I kept my hand over my mouth. I didn’t want to let out any noise.
“And you wear shit like this for him, huh? Then you keep telling me not to be fucking jealous?”
He grabbed my neck from the front and made me arch my back as I looked up at him while he choked me, limiting my air supply.
“You’re mine, little flower. If I wanted to, I could fucking push you against the sliding glass door and fuck you senseless there so everyone on the patio will see, huh? You think that would prove how much you fucking belong to me?” he asked, going harder, and a sick laugh escaped him as I blushed deeply while I felt myself getting wetter. The sloppy sounds of him using my pussy only adding to the humiliation.
The thought of being seen was petrifying, but the idea of getting caught, being watched… it actually excited the backstabbing masochist in me. Convulsing as I found my release, I attempted to take in a few deep breaths as it felt more intense than ever.
“Fuck, you feel so good on my cock…”
My body betrayed me, my legs shaking as he didn’t stop. A guttural moan forced past my throat as he held me in his tight grip.
His thrust only went deeper, harder. My nails dug into the counter as he dragged me back onto his cock like I was made for it.
“Beckham, please,” I barely whispered as he fucked me with little remorse.
His hand tightened around my hip further, and I could feel his fingers digging into my skin, bruising me. Oh gosh , the thought of him leaving marks or scars on me only made me want him more. The sick and twisted part of me wanted him to hurt me… to break me.
I almost had no moral compass left. Not when I was practically aching for this flawed man to fuck me and use me in the center of the kitchen I shared with my husband.
Soon, he pulled out and turned me around. Forcing me on my knees, he grabbed my jaw.
“Tongue out.”
Too drunk in lust to think rationally, I followed his directions and held back my gag reflex as he pushed his cock down my throat, the taste of my cunt fresh on my tongue. I placed my hands on my knees as he used my mouth to pleasure himself.
With his hands in my hair and at the rate he was going, I could barely catch my breath. But I didn’t stop him. Looking up, I noticed his head leaned back in ecstasy as his hands tightened in my hair while he used my mouth.
“Fucking choke on my cock… relax your throat for me…” He groaned, my head feeling dizzy as my throat grew sore. My resistance was all but shattered as he gripped my hair harder, pushing himself even further if possible. “Fuck, there it is,” he moaned as he forced his cock farther down my throat, cumming in the process. I swallowed it all as tears came to my eyes, and he pulled out after a few seconds.
Looking down, he examined my tear-stained face, covered in sweat and drool. With his eyes darkened and possessive, he looked fascinated, captivated… in a trance-like state as he seemed pleased with the way I was withering after he’d fucked me almost senseless. Nonetheless, he leaned down and placed a quick kiss on my lips.
“Good girl.”
The praise left me warm for a split second as my mind felt sated.
He stood as he placed himself back in his jeans before he helped me up to my feet. I held onto him: my legs were wobbly. Beckham simply smiled sadistically at my state. Wrapping his arms around me, I leaned onto him as I felt utterly exhausted. He felt warm against my skin, like something I wasn’t supposed to need.
“My little flower… go on upstairs. You need your rest.”
I nodded. He grabbed a few paper towels, tsking softly as he wiped the mess from my chin, his touch gentle, too gentle for what he’d just done to me. After he finished, he placed a soft kiss on my temple. The feeling lingered as he walked back to the scene of the party.
I was left alone in the kitchen, legs trembling, dripping from my core, pantyless, my robe and night dress disheveled, and a lingering kiss on my head.
My legs shook as I braced myself against the counter. I should move, fix my clothes, clean myself up before someone… before Gavin sees me.
It made me wonder if Beckham actually had to use the bathroom or if he had other intentions after entering the house.
Waking up in the middle of the night, I glanced over at the clock to see it was only two thirty in the morning. Hearing some noise from the closet, I watched as Gavin pulled out a suitcase as well as some suits. He seemed to be in a rush by the way his eyebrows furrowed and hands moved.
“Gavin…” I croaked softly as I sat up before turning on the lamp.
“I’m sorry for waking you up, Rose… but a few of the guys and I have an important case, and we need to go to Chicago for a few days.”
“At two in the morning?” I asked.
“We have a meeting at nine AM, and Brent is getting a friend to lend him the jet.” Gavin placed a small kiss on my head, and I bit my lip as he grabbed his luggage. “The guys have already left to get ready, and Walter’s waiting for me outside. I asked Beckham to lock the patio door, and I’ll lock the front door. I love you.” He spoke in a rush, grabbing the last of his things.
“Love you too,” I whispered, but he was already out the door, making his way downstairs. I heard the front door close, and I lay my head back down after turning off the lamp. I was still recovering from earlier and going back to bed would be the best way for me to forget about it for the moment.
However, as I began closing my eyes, my eyebrows furrowed as I heard a door open from downstairs and a few footsteps.
Sitting up, I shouted, “Gav? Did you forget something?”
No response. The footsteps got closer, and I bit my lip as my heart raced. Surely I had nothing to be afraid of, but the eerie silence didn’t help as I was presumably the only one home.
“Gavin?” I said again, and before I could even panic, my heart dropped.
I asked Beckham to lock the patio door, and I’ll lock the front door.
Jumping out of bed, I ran over to lock my door, only for the man of my nightmares to open it with a sinister smile on his face.
“Flower... did you get some rest?”
“You mean after you violated me in my own kitchen? I tried to, but Gavin woke me up.”
He hummed as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, causing me to gulp softly. He approached me slowly, and I sighed as he wrapped his arm around my waist and threaded the other through my hair.
“Beckham, what do you want? You had your fun earlier.”
“I want to fuck you on the bed you share with him,” he stated, his possessiveness evident in his eyes.
I looked at him in utter shock. “Are you kidding me?”
“No.”
I did my best to push him away, only for him to pull me in closer and tighten his hand in my hair. I glared up at him angrily as he suffocated me with his presence, but he simply gazed into my rage-filled eyes before placing a passionate kiss on my lips.
I moaned softly and jumped as he squeezed my ass in his hands. I placed my hands on his chest to possibly push him away, yet he simply pulled me closer.
Slowly, one of his hands drew down my robe. I pulled away, biting my lip as I looked up into his eyes, pleading for him to stop, but he didn’t. No matter how much I wanted to say no, I couldn’t, and he knew that. Not when my body kept betraying me, heat curling deep in my stomach as his hands mapped my skin like he already owned it.
He knew his power over me, and I hated him for that… hated him for a lot of reasons, actually.
Turning me around, he pushed me down onto the bed, and I landed on all fours. I listened as he unbuckled his pants, and in an instant, I was clutching the sheets as he pushed his length into me. Still sensitive from earlier, I reached one hand back to slow him down, but he simply ignored me as he grabbed my wrist, forcing himself deeper and faster in my heat.
“So fucking good every time…” he muttered.
I felt breathless as the pressure in my lower stomach started building up. However, I was quickly brought out of my lust when I heard a familiar ringtone, Gavin’s ringtone, go off on my phone sitting on the nightstand.
Beckham grabbed the phone and handed it to me as he slowed his thrusts.
“Answer it.”
I shook my head quickly, practically convulsing, as he managed to still hit every pleasurable spot in me.
He gripped my hips tighter and narrowed his eyes. “Answer the phone… or I will ,” he ordered with a dark gaze.
I gulped softly as my shaky hands grabbed the phone and answered.
“Rosenna?”
I did my best to remain calm as Beckham continued his rather slow but deep and plunging thrusts.
“G-Gavin?” I choked, covering my mouth as I felt a moan wanting to surface.
“Just wanted to call you before we took off. I realized I rushed out earlier without giving you a proper goodbye.”
“I-It’s okay,” I whispered, and did my best to hide my whimper with a fake yawn.
“I’ll be gone a few days… a week tops.”
Under normal circumstances, I might’ve argued that he should’ve mentioned this sudden trip. But seeing as I was currently getting fucked from behind, all I could say was, “I’m tired, G-Gavin. We’ll talk in the morning.”
My eyes widened as Beckham grabbed the phone from my hand and ended the call before he threw it back onto the bed. I clutched the sheets in my fists as my eyes rolled back.
“Cum again, Flower… that’s it,” he uttered in that voice of his, and I completely came undone as I again placed my hand on his lower stomach to slow him. You would think by now I’d learn from my mistake, as he simply grabbed my hand and held it in his own, forcing me to take him.
Looking over to my right, I could see the reflection of the two of us still fully dressed in the mirror, and I practically felt myself tighten as I noticed Beckham looking down at me in complete admiration, almost as if he couldn’t believe I was under him, practically begging him to give me a chance to catch my breath.
“I need you to remember that you belong to me…” he uttered, leaning down as he spoke into my ear. “Every time you see him, think of him, talk to him, touch him… I want these moments… to fucking fill your head. Make you hear my fucking voice in the back of your mind, telling you how much of a good slut you are for me when he’s attempting to be more than a fucking shit husband to you. Know that he’ll never be able to treat you like I would, make you feel like I do, fuck you, or own you like I do .”
His hand wrapped around my throat as I leaned my head back, another orgasm approaching with such intensity that my legs began to shake, and tears fell from my eyes. He breathed in my scent as he leaned into my neck, and he groaned as his hand tightened.
“Mmmm… Such a good little whore for me. Cum with me, Flower. Soak my cock… Fuck, yes.” He groaned in my ear, and I grabbed the wrist of the hand around my neck. An overwhelming feeling of pleasure washed over me while my body shook in his hold. I felt him filling me as he found his release, and I saw stars in my vision as my body continued to spasm.
Beckham released his hand from my throat and wiped my damp hair from my sweaty face as he looked down at me while I watched him through blurred eyes.
“Breathe, Flower… breathe for me, baby.”
I simply stared at him. Breathe? Am I not already breathing?
I began to think when I suddenly let out a huge gasp as I took in a few deep breaths. He continued caressing the side of my face, all while he was still inside of me. He then placed a kiss on my temple as I lay on the bed, feeling drained.
Slowly, he pulled out of me, and I throbbed as he ran his hand over my back.
“Probably should get you cleaned up, hmm?”
I nodded tiredly as I could feel his cum slowly spilling out of me as I drifted in and out of sleep.
I stirred awake at the sound of the shower turning on, barely conscious as I felt myself lifted into a bridal carry and slowly brought into the bathroom.
He sat me on the counter, and I watched him silently as he checked the water temperature. He turned, caught me staring, and walked over to me slowly as he took off his shirt. Upon reaching me, he stood in between my legs and caged me in as he hovered over me.
I barely had any energy to push him away as a heavy blush coated my face. Leaning down, he placed a small kiss on my shoulder, and I sighed internally as he placed a hand on my thigh, inching up closer to my throbbing core.
This is going to be a very long night.