4 - Good Girl

~Jessica~

I can’t believe I’m doing this, but as my body swims in a pool of desire and need, I can’t deny that I am. I’m about to have revenge sex with quite possibly the sexiest man I have ever seen, a man I barely know, and one that is, technically, still married. 

So am I, though. That’s kind of the point.

His body is hard against mine, every inch of him feeling solid and sculpted beneath the expensive clothes he’s wearing. I’ve never seen him in anything other than a suit, first on his wedding day and now today, but even from the way the fabric strains across his form, it’s obvious that there’s nothing soft about him. Certainly not the cock I can feel pressing into me as he pulls my hips closer, his hands grabbing my ass roughly and possessively in a way that makes it clear there’s going to be nothing gentle about this at all.

Good. I want it to hurt. I want it to be so that there’s nothing in my head but the exquisite pain he’s giving me. 

His kiss is bruising too, his lips and tongue every bit as insistent as his hands. His teeth nip at my lower lip, hard enough to make me gasp, and he swallows the sound as I make it, kissing me harder. He steals the breath I exhale, making me lightheaded even as it seems to feed him. 

I have never been kissed like this. It’s never felt so desperate before, like he needed it just as much as I did. Maybe more.

His hands travel up my body like they belong to a blind man, exploring it like he’s memorizing every curve and dip, like he’ll need to identify it later by touch alone. He takes his time, moving deliberately, making sure I feel every single inch of movement, and it’s all I can do to simply cling onto him and try not to drown in the overwhelming flood of sensation.

Why the hell would Chelsea fuck my husband when she had a man like this? He’s barely even done anything to me yet and I’m ready to throw myself at his feet. That might be the most confusing thing about this whole day so far. 

I’m so lost in the moment that it takes me a minute to realize he’s stopped kissing me. His hands have stopped too and I open my eyes, blinking in disorientation at the sudden absence of his attention, feeling a kind of panic. What’s wrong? Why has he stopped?

Enzo looks down on me with half-lidded eyes, smoldering and dark, sending my pulse skyrocketing. As I hold his gaze, I see a flash of something there, something dangerous and unrestrained. Something hungry and desperate and dark, and I find myself wanting to drown in it. To hell with caution and to hell with restraint. I want it all.

Raking his eyes up and down my body one more time, he rasps out one simple word: “Strip.”

It’s both a command and a promise, a promise that I’ll enjoy whatever comes next as long as I do what he says. 

My hands are shaking with anticipation as I unzip my dress, push it off my shoulders and peel it from my body. Enzo pulls at his tie while I undo my bra, my nipples already stiff beneath his gaze, and step out of my panties. All I’m left in now is my heels, but when I reach down to the straps, his voice stops me in my tracks.

“No. Leave them on.”

Slowly, I stand back up, aware of every inch of my nudity beneath his greedy, watchful stare. He has his tie off by now and he holds it out to me in both hands, the fabric taut between them. 

“Will you trust me?”

My heart beats even faster as I realize what he means. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’m already naked in the office of a man I barely know. If that’s not a sign of trust, I don’t know what is, so I hold my arms out to him wordlessly, giving my consent. The silk is cool and smooth against my skin as he expertly wraps the tie around my wrists.

Still holding onto one end, he walks back over to his desk, leading me along like a leashed animal. Any papers that have the misfortune to be in the way are quickly pushed to the side, scattering over the pristine floor of his office as Enzo pushes me down onto my back, my wrists still tied and my legs pushed apart by his firm body as he takes his place between them. 

He’s still fully clothed other than the tie, but not for long. Releasing me for just a moment, he pulls off his suit jacket and undoes the buttons of his shirt, saying nothing as he continues to stare at me like a starving man at a buffet table. My whole body is pulsing in need now, every nerve on edge as the cool air-conditioning hits my exposed pussy, making my nipples peak even more firmly than before.

His body is just as impressive as I expected when he finally gets his shirt off. Firm, defined muscles ripple with each movement as he continues on to his pants, undoing his belt and pulling them down roughly until his cock is free. It’s every bit as big and hard as the rest of him, and the sight of it makes my mouth run dry. 

When he’s sufficiently naked, he grabs my thighs behind the knees, tilting my hips upward as he spreads my legs further. His cock is so close to my dripping wet pussy but not touching it, and I can’t help raising my hips further, trying to reach him.

That earns me both a smirk and a warning. “Be patient, Jessica. I promise it will be worth it, but only if you’re good for me.”

If Kyle had said something like that, it would have sounded ridiculous, but from Enzo, it makes me nearly weak with desire. My body seems to melt and Enzo notices, his smirk growing deeper. 

“You like that idea, don’t you? You want to be good for me? You want to show me what a good little slut you are?”

I shouldn’t like those words, not at all, but my body says otherwise. It jolts in anticipation and wanting, drawing a deliciously dark laugh from Enzo.

“That’s what I thought. Let’s see how well you do at being good.”

His cock presses against my entrance, firm and warm and dripping with pre-cum already, and somewhere in the back of my head, the more sensible side of me surfaces.

“Condom?” I manage to sputter even though my body is literally aching to have him inside me. I’ve never wanted anyone so badly.

Enzo’s expression grows even darker, though I wouldn’t have thought it possible. “No.”

“N-no?” I repeat, certain I’ve misheard him. How can he refuse a request like that?

“You get me this one time, Jessica. One time only, and you get all of me. You’ll feel every inch of me, my head pushing against your walls, filling you deeper than anyone has before. I’ll come deep inside you so that you’re dripping with it for days afterwards. That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.”

When he puts it like that, I know I have no choice. I can’t walk away now. I know I would regret it for the rest of my life.

“I’ll take it.”

As soon as the words leave my lips, he pushes into me, hard and firm, with no preparation and no hesitation. The sudden sensation and sudden fullness make me gasp, my eyes closing and my back arching off the desk, and Enzo pulls my arms up over my head with the tie that still binds them, leaning over me with his other arm supporting him.

“Look at me. Watch me while I’m fucking you.”

Helplessly, I open my eyes and meet his gaze. In his eyes, I see satisfaction and need and lust and possession. I have no idea what he sees in mine but it seems to please him as he begins to thrust into me. 

No one has ever fucked me like this, without an ounce of tenderness. It’s raw and primal and dominating, and there’s nothing I can do but lie there and take it, swimming in a sea of pure salaciousness.

“That’s it,” Enzo pants from above me, his eyes still boring into mine, daring me to look away. “I knew you could take it. I knew you’d be a fucking good girl for me. You’ll take everything I give you and beg for more.”

It’s his words that push me over the edge, I think, although the action of his cock is a close second. As I fall apart, as he feels me coming, he stops moving for just a second, pressing his base flush against my skin as his hips rotate, setting off a whole new wave of sensation deep inside me, prolonging my orgasm in a way I didn’t even know was possible.

When I’ve finished, he pulls out and uses the tie to pull me to my feet, like a marionette on his string. I lick at my dry lips and my knees buckle as I try to stand, but it’s not for long. He turns me around and pushes me down again, my breasts flattened against the smooth wood of his desk, my sensitive nipples rubbing against the surface, being stroked by the same friction Enzo uses to stroke my pussy as he takes me from behind, somehow getting even deeper than he had before.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, not caring anymore if anyone can hear. “Enzo!”

I call out his name and he responds by pressing his body even harder against mine, slamming me into the desk in a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain until I can’t take it anymore. My body shudders beneath his as I climax a second time, my pussy spasming around his cock as he stretches me wide. He’s right there with me this time, groaning as his cock pumps, emptying himself deep inside me just as he promised to do.

I have never felt anything close to that before. I never knew I could, and when he pulls out of me again, for good this time, I almost feel like crying. 

Is this really what I’ve been missing the whole time I was with Kyle? Maybe Chelsea did me a favor in the long run by opening my eyes. I should send her a bouquet and thank her for the best night of my life. 

That might just be the best revenge of all.