Chapter 2
Maxwell
Natalia. Our relationship had always been unpredictable and wild.
The sexual connection was electric, but our personalities clashed.
We fought hard and dirty. One of us hit below the belt, the other worked hard to go even lower.
As teens, it was intoxicating. I was under Natalia’s thrall.
When she left, something inside me shifted.
I wasn’t going to chase after her, and I wasn’t going to bend to her will anymore.
Meeting Sophie was like a breath of fresh air.
She was so different from Natalia. Every thought or expression was visible on her face.
She didn’t lie, and she didn’t manipulate.
Sophie was eager to please and moldable.
It was the easiest relationship I had ever been in.
Fulfilling in a way I’d never had with Natalia.
This young, beautiful girl who had no idea of her potential was all mine.
Sophie would do whatever I asked. She would never play games, never embarrass me.
I would always have the upper hand. That was most important.
Control, manipulation, calculation. Those were my skills, my bible.
Then, there I was, my wife at home, playing the doting mother while I fucked my mistress in a five-star hotel suite. Natalia was still as beautiful, still as captivating, as she had been at eighteen. She lost her chance to be the original Mrs. Max Townsend, though.
Suddenly, I was the one with the upper hand.
Natalia was desperate to get back into my good graces, as evidenced by her position on her knees at my feet.
Once she returned, I made sure she regretted leaving every day.
A flare of rage ran through me at the reminder of her leaving, and I plunged my cock back into her mouth with renewed vigor.
She gagged as I hit the back of her throat, but I didn’t let up.
Holding Natalia by her hair to keep her in place, I sought my pleasure.
Mascara mixed with tears ran down her face as she did her best to keep up.
“Look at what a dirty whore you are. You’ll do whatever I want. Whatever I say. Isn’t that right?”
She bobbed on my cock, trying to move her head in an affirmative nod.
“Fucking slut. I own you.” Gagging and sucking in air through her nostrils, there was panic in Nat’s eyes, which pushed me over the edge. I came hard, but still didn’t let her up.
“Swallow it all,” I ordered, and watched with amusement as she instantly tried to follow my instructions.
Pulling away from her, I headed for the bathroom.
I took time cleaning myself off before wrapping a towel around my waist. Going back into the bedroom, Natalia was still on her knees on the ground, her face and hair a mess.
“Clean yourself up. Then get ready for round two,” I told her, heading for the minibar. Her eyes widened. Does she think one blow job is enough?
I felt myself hardening as I watched Natalia scurry to follow my demands. She missed her chance to be my wife. This is what she gets as my mistress. She thinks I’ll leave Sophie for her, but why would I ever do that?
Sophie was the perfect wife, naive and sweet.
She had everyone but Mother eating out of the palm of her hand.
Nat’s intensity and high-handedness always put people off.
Not only did everyone at work adore Sophie, but my grandfather was beside himself when we got together.
It was the first time in my adult life I had ever received approval from him.
When my father passed, Grandfather stepped up to prepare me to take over the company.
Mother, though, had a different reaction to my father passing. She left me for weeks at a time while she went on trips, spa weekends, and yachts with her latest boy toy. I only saw her at family events, where she drilled into me the importance of appearance. What it meant to represent our family.
My relationship with Mother was fine. She gave me whatever I asked for growing up, but once I graduated from college, once Natalia pulled out of the engagement, she became way more involved.
She resented Sophie, but knew just as much as I did that we needed her.
Sophie was our connection to Grandfather—something we hadn’t had in the years since my father passed.
Natalia entered the bedroom. She had wiped the black smudges from her face, primped her hair, and adjusted the expensive lingerie she had shown up in.
Desperation was one of the things that tied us together now.
Nat would do anything to please me. Our suite had a balcony, and there was a fairly raucous bar across the street.
People were visible all over, laughing and drinking with their windows open. I pulled Nat outside, and her sharp intake of breath was the only indicator that she was uncomfortable. I ripped the thin lace that she was using as a bra, and she gasped and went to cover her exposed breasts.
“No,” I told Natalia, pulling her hands down.
She looked around wildly, trying to see if anyone was watching.
The distraction allowed me to yank her thong to the side, and then I was plunging into her.
She grabbed onto the railing to keep her balance.
I knew I was mostly hidden, behind her and in the shadows of the sliding doors.
Nat, though… Her naked body and bouncing tits were highlighted under the nearby street lamps.
“Anyone can see you. Can see what a dirty little slut you are,” I told her. She looked up again to see who was watching.
Finally, I had almost everything I could want. The innocent wife at home, and my dirty secret on the side. Both women were devoted to me, but in completely different ways.
Sophie would never betray me the way Natalia had, and even if she tried, she wouldn’t get away with it. Meanwhile, Natalia would spend every day regretting what she had done to me, working to make it up to me. Both women were under my control. Everyone was exactly where I wanted them to be.