Stephanie's POV
If anyone ever told me I'd be here, in the house of a total stranger about to cheat on my husband...I wouldn't believe it. I hadn't meant for it to go this far. Yes, I was angry and I had every right to be. I wanted to do to him what he did to me but doing this doesn't make it all go away.
I'd caught him in the act. I returned from work early to the sounds of moaning In my house. Myron had another woman and that too on our matrimonial bed. If it had just been that, maybe I'd have let it be but he called me useless!
Me? Useless?
Myron is where he is today thanks to me. I had just graduated business school when we met. He was nothing! His family was dirt poor. I wasn't useless when I'd used everything at my disposal to get him to where he is today. Six years! Six years of my sweat and blood! And he dared to call me useless?!
I hadn't confronted him. I left and found myself in the bar. All I had in mind was to get drunk and forget but then I saw him. His eyes never left mine. He made me feel like I was the only one in the bar. The way his eyes roamed my body made me feel...wanted.
So here I am, on this strangers bed about to do the same thing Myron did.
Hell no! This isn't me. "Get your ass up Steph and leave!" I told myself.
This time, my legs obeyed. I looked around for the keys and found them on the side table. I ran to the door and began fumbling with it.
"Which one Is it?" I muttered.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. "Going somewhere?" Came his deep, sultry voice.
I froze and turned around slowly to face him. God! That was a huge mistake.
He was still wet. His hair damp and body still dripping with water, disappearing beneath the towel clinging low on his hips. 'look away', I told myself but instead, I found my eyes going down and landing on that V-cut pointing down to where my eyes had no business looking. God! Why did that look... sinful?
I gulped and clenched my thighs tighter. I told myself to look away, to focus on the door, the floor, look at anything else but him but it didn't work. I found my eyes roaming his body like a starved puppy.
Then he started to take slow, deliberate steps towards me, his gaze still locked to mine. I moved back, looking for an escape but I sealed my fate when my back hit the door.
He planted his arms on either side of me, trapping me in his heat. My chest rose and fell in frantic rhythm, my heart thundering as his damp skin hovered inches from mine. I felt my body betray me, nipples tightening beneath the thin fabric of my blouse, my thighs clenching harder, a dangerous ache blooming where it shouldn't. I hated it but I craved it.
He leaned in, lips hovering just above my ear, sending a violent shiver racing down my spine. His voice, low and sinful, rumbled against my skin.
"Going somewhere?"
"I-I…" I stuttered, my voice trembling, betraying me as much as my body already had. "Yes. Home." I finally said
"But that wasn't the plan sugar." He said.
"Plan? We...oh yes! The plan...Wh-what was the plan?"
"The plan was that I'll make you feel things you haven't felt till you forget whatever is troubling that little mind of yours."
As he said this, I felt his hand on my leg, slowly lifting my skirt. His hand went higher till his fingers brushed the edge of my panties. On instinct, I grabbed his hand
His eyes burned into mine. "Let go." The way he said it… God. It didn't sound like a request. It was law.
I lost all control of my will and my fingers loosened falling away but my thighs clenched tighter. I wanted some form of control.
He growled. "Be a good girl and spread wider for Daddy."
The word Daddy sent a jolt straight through me. My thighs obeyed before my brain caught up, parting, opening myself for him.
Immediately, his hand slipped beneath the thin fabric. One finger, then another joined, stretching me, pumping in a rhythm that had my hips grinding down.
My breath turned ragged. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge until I couldn't hold it back anymore.
"Cum for me," he demanded, and I did. My body shattered, pulsing around his fingers as I cried out, trembling against the door, my nails clawing at the wood for something to hold onto.
With my body still trembling, I slumped against the door, my breath uneven but he didn't give me the chance to pull myself together. Before I could gather a thought, he went on his knees in front of me, his large hands gripping my thighs.
"What are you—" My voice cracked.
He glanced up at me through dark lashes, a wicked grin tugging at his mouth. "Shut up and let me taste you."
Then he dragged my panties aside and leaned in.
The first stroke of his tongue stole the air from my lungs. My head snapped back against the door with a dull thud, my lips parting in a helpless moan. He licked me slow, deliberate, savoring me like I was his last meal.
"Fuck…" he groaned into me, the vibration shooting straight through my core. "So sweet. I could eat you forever."
I want to feel shame but my hands betrayed me, sliding into his damp hair, gripping hard as if to anchor myself. He chuckled against me, clearly pleased by my desperation, and then his tongue circled my clit.
"God, no—" I gasped, but my hips jerked forward, betraying the lie.
"Yes," he growled, lips sealing over me. "Ride my tongue, pretty girl. Show me how bad you want it."
My thighs shook. He sucked, flicked, and devoured until I was panting, my voice breaking on broken little cries I couldn't swallow back.
My nails dug into his scalp, pulling him closer. When he slid one finger back inside me while his tongue pressed hard against my clit, I broke.
A sob tore from my throat as I shattered against his mouth, my body convulsing, my legs nearly buckling. He held me steady, greedy, drinking me down until I was wrung out and shaking, clinging to him for dear life.
I collapsed against the door, chest heaving, tears pricking my eyes from the sheer intensity.
And then—he licked his lips, looking up at me with hunger still burning in his gaze.
"We're not done," he said, voice gravelly, dark promise dripping from every word.
Before I could protest, he was on his feet, hovering over me, towel on the floor. My eyes dropped and I froze.
Oh God.
He was thick, hard and heavy. My mouth went dry. He didn't give me time to think. With one swift move, he grabbed my thighs, lifted me, and pinned me against the door. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
"This is what you came for, isn't it?" he growled, rubbing the thick head of his cock against my soaked entrance.
"N-no," I lied, my voice breaking.
He smirked, dark and devastating. "You're lying. Say it. Say you want Daddy's cock."
I bit down on my lips, trying not to give in but it was useless. My body was already tilting towards him. "I—I want it."
That was all the encouragement he needed. With one sharp move, he buried himself inside me. The force knocked the breath from my lungs. My scream echoed off the walls, nails raking down his back as he kept pushing himself to the hilt in one punishing stroke.
He continued immediately, slamming into me again and again, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. The door rattled with every thrust, my body bouncing against it helplessly.
"God!" I cried, voice breaking as his cock drove deeper and harder, "Please—"
"Please what?"
"Don't stop!"
He laughed darkly, a low, sinful sound, and obeyed—pounding me harder, faster, as if determined to break me completely.
Each thrust pushed me higher and when his thumb pressed hard against my clit, the world exploded.
My orgasm hit like a wave crashing through me, violent and unstoppable. I screamed and my body clenched tight around him.
With a growl, he slammed into me one last time and spilled inside, his body shuddering against mine, heat flooding deep as we came undone together.
We stayed there, locked against the door, panting, shaking, his forehead pressed to mine.
"Told you, sugar," he murmured, still buried inside me. "I'll make you forget."
His voice slapped back to reality. What in heavens name have I done?
I still hadn't gotten my strength back so my push at his chest was weak but he got the gist and put me down.
I grabbed my purse, my skirt and everything that belonged to me and rushed out the door. I couldn't bare to be around him one second longer. Just as I was about to turn the knob, a knock rattled the door. Immediately, I ran back into the room.
"Someone's at the door." I whispered. His head turned toward the sound, his expression unreadable.
"Stay," he commanded softly, before leaving.
I don't know what pushed me to but I followed silently behind him, hiding by a pillar. The moment he opens the door, my eyes widened.
Standing there, was Myron. My husband. And beside him, a woman. I couldn't see her face, but her body leaned too close to his.
All the rage came flooding back. I wanted to tear him apart limb from limb but then...
"Dad," Myron said.
The floor nearly dropped from beneath me. Dad? Myron's father? Id just slept with my father-in-law?
Oh Steph! You're in one hell of a mess and....i paused as something evil whispered an idea into my mind.
Revenge. Let's see how Myron feels when the tables turn.
I went back into the room, took of my clothes and grabbed one of his shirt. I buttoned only the one at the middle, leaving most of my skin bare. My lips curved in a dangerous smile as I stepped out of the room.