His Mistress

01

Introducing Emily Williams

I sway my body with the music, with my hands wandering in the air onto my body. Eyes are closed and so immersed in the music. Not bothered by the people dancing on my sides.

"You look so good." I opened my eyes when someone suddenly pulled me close to its body.

My mood immediately changed, and I faced the man who had pulled me. I might be a party girl, but I don't dance with just anyone I don't find attractive.

I smile sweetly at him and look disgustedly at his hands on my waist. I held it, which made him smile, but I put it away to my body.

"Sorry, you're not my type," I said and went to my friends, who were busy drinking.

My friend Amy immediately gave me a drink as soon as I sat beside them. One of my friends, Jessie, was kissing someone in the corner and Amy went back from using her phone. I no longer disturb them and continue drinking while looking at the people on the dance floor.

We just graduated college and finally starting our work journey. I'm very thrilled with it because I can finally say that I am now an adult. My parents treat me like I'm still their baby. I'm the only child, after all.

My training will start soon, getting to know our company more, after all, I'm the one who will inherit it. I was planning to take architecture, but Dad won't let me, so I took a business course. Our company is an Engineering and Architecture Firm after all, not far from my dream course.

"I still can't believe you are the same person when you are in front of your parents." I laugh at her remark. My parents knew me as the prim and proper Emily Williams. They named me Emily because it's classy and it sounds innocent, which is the opposite of me.

"You look like an angel Emily, but you're not. You can easily make people believe it with your blue eyes, petite body, and your pointed nose." I smile more as she describes my appearance. I used to wear dresses like a princess, but now I wear dresses like a hoe. I like to wear tight and short dresses that match my long silky blond hair.

"You can stop now, not that I don't know that."

"You're dangerous." Amy and I laughed.

I've known them since we were still kids. We were neighbors who used to play barbies but know we're the barbie, dressing and having fun.

Amy and I were laughing when a handsome man got my attention. He's looking at the dance floor from above us while drinking whisky in his left hand while his right hand is on the railing, looking so hot. I bit my lips as he circled his glass and drank it all. His Adam's apple shows up, which leaves me speechless.

He has this mysterious aura that made me want to know him deeply. What is he like? Does he like someone like me? What does he do? What interest him? I want it all to be answered. I'm deeply curious because all I know as of the moment is that he looks so good with that masculine body plus his angry eyebrows. I want him. That is all I can think of. And I will get him, and he will be mine.

"What are you looking at?" Amy asked as she saw me zoning out.

"Him." I pointed to the man.

"Damn, he looks so hot." She spoke.

"I want him."

"Calm down. You look so eager." Jessie and Amy laughed.

Without having any second thought, I stood up and made my way up to the veranda, and my friends were cheering for me as I climbed up the stairs. I'm very nervous, he just looks so intimidating, and I hate it when I get turned down. I just hope he won't cause I'm not giving up. What Emily what's, what Emily gets.

He's still leaning on the veranda like he first saw him. I keep rehearsing what I would say, like, "Hey, I'm Emily. Would you like to take me home?" or "You look so hot, may I, have you?" but now that I'm on his side, I can't seem to open my mouth and talk to him. He didn't even notice me. Which irate me more.

I look at my friends below, and they're waiting for me to make a move and also cheering for me. I smiled more as I saw them, and I moved closer to the guy. No, not guy, man.

"You seem lost in your thoughts," I spoke.

He didn't even bother to look at me. I don't know if he didn't hear me or just pretending he didn't hear me.

"Hey." I grab his drink and drink it all up.

He was shocked for a moment, but he just raised his eyebrows, probably asking who and why I was there. Isn't it obvious, though?

"What's your name?" I asked with a seducing smile.

"Why do you want to know?" he asked with no emotions on his face.

"I want you." I have to be straightforward because that's how you get what you want.

"I don't, and you're just a kid." He smirked.

That pissed me off. How can he say that? I may look young, but I know how things work, and he's not the first guy I made my move with. There were plenty, and I always get them.

"I am. Isn't that what older men want, though? Young, wild and free?"

"Not me."

"Oh, you have a girlfriend. It doesn't surprise me if you have."

"Still want me."

"Yes," I said as we looked into each other's eyes.

We had the same eye color, blue. Aside from taking my breath away, I notice that too. I can't breathe. I want him to kiss me, I want his touch, and I can see that he's tempted but hesitating.

"I'm not interested in you."

"Why? I have all you need."

"You don't know how it works. You're just a kid."

"Oh really? Do you know me, though? It seems like you don't." I laugh sarcastically.

"Yeah, I don't, and I'm not interested to know you."

That sentence made me want to punch him, but his rudeness turned me on. My type of guy.

"You should. You'll like me." I smile sweetly and fix his collar while he's looking at me angrily. I had to tip toe because of our height difference which made me giggle.

"I don't," he said and put away my hands. I stumble but manage to stand up straight.

"I want to know you and to have you."

"I'll just scare you. You don't want that don't you."

"I will do anything just to have you."

"I've warned you." He smirked.

He held my waist and pulled me close to his body, and his hands wandered around while I felt his hot breath on my ears. I moaned as he coped my butt. Our lips were just an inch away from each other, but he didn't kiss me. I wanted his lips, his touch, him.

"So young but such a flirt." He whispered and kissed me hungrily. I moaned and moaned. He keeps biting my lips and enjoying every corner of my mouth. That hurts, but it feels so good. I want more and more.

We were kissing each other hungrily, but he suddenly pulled away. My body was still too drunk to process everything around us. All I know is I want him, and we should go somewhere where no one can disturb us.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing." He said and suddenly dragged me out there.

Everything was blurry when we got out of the bar when he drove me somewhere. All I know is we just kept laughing as we went inside a hotel room.

He locked the door and started to undress me. We are both panting as we both undressed each other. I don't even know where I am and what day is it, all I know is I want him, and I will.

He kisses my neck, down to my body, as he lays me in bed. I just held the bed sheet tight and kept moaning. He removes my underwear and starts kissing me down there. I kept moaning and turning my head left and right as he did while my hands were pulling his hair.

When he was satisfied, he kissed my lips again. My hands were wandering around his body, he suddenly stopped kissing me, and we looked into each other's eyes. He looks like he regrets doing this for a second. I held his shoulders and made him lay in bed while I was on top of him.

He's watching my every move and waiting for what I'll do next. I grind at his cock while I kiss him hungrily. I smiled out of satisfaction when I heard his moan.

I climb down to the bed facing his cock. I remove his underwear, and it's big, massive, and huge. I held it with my hands and stroked it up and down. He moans more as I do it faster. I giggle at his reaction and slowly suck it. It almost didn't fit my mouth because of its size. I swirled my tongue around it while my hands held it tight. I licked it down to the top until he came.

Still panting, he put me down to bed and put on a condom. I watch him as he puts it on. He looks so serious and angry at the same time. Come to think of it, and I still don't know his name, where is he from? And how old is he? Well, judging from his appearance, he looks like he is in his 30s.

I was taken aback when he suddenly put it inside of me without warning. Damn! That hurts. He slowly starts to move. He doesn't look at me, he just looks at our body being one, which kind of hurt my feelings a little bit, but this shouldn't hurt me, though. He's just someone who's fucking me as of the moment.

"Ah! Ah!" It's painful how he fucks me but at the same time pleasuring.

My hands are wandering around his body when he comes close to my body. I even think I scratch his back with my long nails, but that doesn't matter because we are more focused on fucking. All I can hear is the friction of our bodies colliding at each other, my loud moans, and his heavy breaths.

He covers my mouth while we look into each other's eyes. I can see desire and nothing more. He's very handsome. He has these long eyelashes and a pointed nose, and what makes him more like him is his mysterious blue eyes. Like it's hiding something that doesn't want you to know any of it. Like he doesn't want you to know him deeper. He's just in it for the sex.

"Damn!" he lay on top of me when we both came.

I giggled, but he didn't even bother to look at me. Suddenly it feels so empty. I got what I wanted, him on top of me, but for some reason, that isn't enough. I want more. I want to know him deeply, but will he let me through? He's the type of man who doesn't want to be in relationships and commitments. He's mature and kind of old for me. I haven't dated older guys. I date guys who are just my age, but I didn't know hooking up with an older man could be this exciting and thrilling. I'm missing out, big time.

Covered with sweat and catching our breath, that's all I can hear while we lay there. So, lost in my thoughts that I fell asleep without realizing it. Yes, with him on top of me. He's heavy and big, but I like it.