Chapter 4
Chapter Four
My heart was pounding and the water streaming over my face as I tried to hit back at the man, but his hands were pressing me firmly into the tub.
“What a sweet little invitation,” Granger laughed in my ear. “Your pussy tipped right up.”
I screamed again, as loudly as I could. But of course no one could hear me, not out in this guesthouse, hidden against the cliffs. . .
“It’s not an invitation!”
He slid his hand around inside my panties to my cunt, fingers delving past the neatly trimmed strip of hair to plunge inside me.
“This wet pussy feels like an invitation.”
Shrieking in rage, I slapped at his hand.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He stepped closer, his pants leg brushing against my naked legs, and he slapped my thigh in return, hard, so it stung.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
“How did you get in?”
“I told you I did renovations on this place. I admire your attempts to keep me out, but they are completely useless, sweetheart.”
“What do you think is going to happen between us?” I demanded, trying to push him away. That I’m going to fuck you while you’re married? No way.”
“Never stopped you before.”
Tears sprung to my eyes.
“That was a mistake!” I cried.
He pushed me unceremoniously in the tub, keeping hold of my bra so I wouldn’t hit my head, but that was about the last kindness I could expect from him.
“No! I don’t want this!” I sputtered.
He sat at the edge of the tub, cocky smile on his face.
“Bullshit, you wanted it two years ago. In fact, as I recall, you were dripping for me.”
“I don’t want it now! I am not going to help you cheat on Pippa, you disgusting bastard!”
“Do you really think you have a choice in the matter? You don’t.”
Bitter tears of rage sprung to my eyes.
He bent down, unbuttoning my bra, then gripping me hard by the back of the head.
His teeth were sharp, biting down on the soft hollow in my throat, then laying a punishing trail of kisses all down my shoulder.
“How the fuck did you get in here?”
Granger was laughing.
“I can get to you whenever I want.”
Angry, I grabbed at the shower head, aiming for his skull, and he was forced to let go of me to knock it away.
“I guess maybe you haven’t behaved well enough for dick, sweetheart. Maybe you need to show me how much you missed me by draining my balls and then we’ll see about dick next time.”
He unbuckled his belt with a loud clank, laying his cock on on the side of the tub, long and thick, with a big head already dripping with precum as he eyed my wet, naked body.
“Now come here and suck on this, angel.”
“No way! I’m not your mistress! Find someone to cheat with somewhere else.”
“It wasn’t a request,” Granger said pleasantly, gripping my hair and dragging me across the tub toward him, the water slopping all over the tiles.
My mouth was opened to scream and rage, and then I was gagging around the intrusion of a hefty cock, his hand on my jaw, keeping it open so he could slide in and out of me, his size making my mouth burn, and my tongue and my brain were warring together, because his fucking evil dick tasted so damn delicious.
“Mistress, that sounds so pretty, doesn’t it? It looks so pretty on you, too, Sosie, kneeling in front of me like this.”
I choked out something unintelligible as he stroked my cheek with his fingers, the heavy wedding band dragging across my face.
“Now you’re sucking my dick so good. Amazing that it’s your first time.”
“Who said it’s my first time?” I mumbled angrily, but he only laughed.
“I made sure of that. Now get ready sweetheart, because I’m going to unload something big down your throat and you have to swallow it all down.”
I protested in vain, but he only kept my cheeks locked in position as his cock twitched, filling my mouth with the salty-sweet taste. I gagged at the shock of it, but he was already stroking my throat, encouraging me to swallow, whispering filthy things to me as I gulped desperately.
When he finally let me go, I was gasping.
“So nice and sweet. Can’t get that from my wife, can I? You blow like you mean it. Like you need that dick to nourish you, and you’ve got a damn artistic tongue.”
“I don’t need your lies,” I snapped, throwing the shampoo bottle at him, the motion raising me halfway out of the tub.
“And you don’t need that, do you, angel?” Granger retorted, giving me a broad, cocky wink. Like he hadn’t just forced his dick down my throat.
And with one swift motion he ripped the birth control Patch off my thigh and vanished out the door.