In Or Not?

Brittany nous went mute, she tried processing what she had just heard, but the further she attempted, the more her stomach churned.

She blinked severally, trying to comprehend the words of Donald. She had a strong intuition that it wasn't Donald that had just spoken, perhaps someone else spoke through him.

"Hell no!" Those were the words that fluttered from her lips. She shut her eyes for a second, her right hand went to her forehead as she wiped an invisible tickle of sweat off it.

"Come on Brittany, it ain't that deep." Donald muttered, staring right into her appalled face. He had always been assertive, and have always had things go his way. Although he had an obvious soft spot for Brittany, he wasn't ready to condone a retort.

Brittany's brain felt as though an axe had just passed through it. She knew Donald didn't like to be challenged, but at that moment she was all out to flout his rules.

"Listen Donald..." Brittany stood to her feet, looked straight into his eyes and said,

"I'm no longer that naive girl, that was all sobber and whimpering in your bed.. "

" Brittany... "Donald replied beneath his breath. He had lived his entire life to impress her, in order for her to never mention of the incident. For a man of his caliber, a rape charge against a minor was way enough to destroy all that he had built, and also strip him of his hard earned reputation.

"I'm a mother now, Donald, I'm a mother now! You can't cajole me into ruining my son's life, just for your own benefit!" She half yelled. It was rare for her to talk to him in such a tone. Donald immediately realized that he needed to take charge of the situation, before it escalated.

" Come with me." He stood, and held her right hand in the most soothing manner. He became calmer than before. Although Brittany was furious, she still had a great amount of respect for him. She trailed him slowly as he led her out of building.

He stopped at his white Lamborghini, the security guard who stood beside the car, bowed before opening the door of the car for them.

Donald made way, allowing Brittany get into the vehicle first, then he proceeded in after she was properly sited.

"Donald, I'm not going to consent to such, and that's my final stance!" She added firmly. Donald adjusted comfortably, his clothing of well ironed white suit stuck to Brittany's shiny skin. It was quite a while since they had both sat so closely in a confined space. Brittany had had enough drama from North, the last time she visited him at his office, North had personally created a scene, calling Brittany a mistress and some other belittling names, which Brittany detested.

"Are you certain on your decision?" Donald asked staring closely into her face.

"Yes, i..." Donald sealed her lips with his. She was taken aback by his action, she hadn't expect him to handle such a delicate issue in such a way.

Brittany used her hands to push him backwards, although a part of her ached to be handled by him. She knew this was a way for him to make her vulnerable and agree to his wish.

It had worked severally in the past. During Derrick's elementary and high school, Donald had used the exact method to get her into agreeing to his choice of school.

"Donald.." Brittany muttered but her lips were taken again by the undeterred Donald, he bent closer kissing her small and round lips, while curling his tongue into her mouth. At this point, Brittany let go all her hesitations as she held him on the face and kissed him back.

Her body had betrayed her, as it worked against her wish. She wanted proving her stance to him so badly, but at the same time needed to seize the opportunity to feel consummated.

She was literally sex starved, the last time she got to feel something similar was during Derrick's graduation. Donald had visited their mansion in a bid to congratulate and celebrate with his son, but Derrick had gone partying with some friends. They had used the opportunity to get a quickie. That was about a year and half ago.

It is insanely unexplainable and uncomprehending that Brittany chosed to stay faithful to Donald, even when their relationship wasn't defined.

Donald had taken advantage of Brittany during the last month of her seventeenth year. At that time, Donald and North had just been married. North had gone into labour at Brittany's high school graduation. Brittany was sent to North's home by North's parents to get her the needed labour items, while they drove North to the hospital.

On arriving the Villa, Brittany had hurried to the room where North kept her labour items. But on getting in, she had met Donald staring at the cradle.

"I'm sorry for not knocking sir, I'm really sorry." She had apologized with an echo of fear in her voice. Donald was in his mid thirties, wealthy and authoritative, he was feared and respected by all. His marriage to the nineteen years old North Brown, had shocked the entire society. They had expected him to marry from his peer but he had strolled to the younger age to pick a bride.

"I came to get North's belongings, she's in labour." Brittany added after Donald hadn't said a word in response to her.

"Okay." Donald replied coldly, still not moving an inch. Brittany begun opening up the bags which had been properly packed, she needed to confirm the items in it.

It was her graduation, Brittany was clothed in a short, purple, velvet dress. She had changed from her heels to a flip flops, in order to enable her move faster.

Brittany bent slowly to sip back the bags once she was satisfied with the content. Mr Donald had gotten a view of her fresh, glowy thighs. A sudden bulge had arched in his trousers.One that sprouted like a summer sun.

"Once you're about leaving, come to my room, I have something I want you to give North." Donald said calmly, Brittany raised her head to stare at his figure which headed to the door.

"Okay, Sir. I'll be there soon." She responded and took her gaze back to the bags which she was trying to sip.

Brittany turned the door knob slowly, she made to knock, but desisted from it. She didn't want to disturb his peace, as she thought that it would be of no need, since he was already expecting her presence.

Moving into the room, she used her eyes in searching for Donald,

"Sir?" She called out after she hadn't seen him in the room. It was the second time of her entering the room, the first was during Donald's and North's wedding day. The bedroom was exquisite, well spacious and modern. Every girl craved to lie on the golden bed.

The bathroom door had cracked open, Donald stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist, as water dripped down his body. He was extremely muscular and gorgeous. Brittany was taken aback by the sight of his bare chest. The last thing she had expected was to see the famous Donald Wright, standing shirtless before her, especially when it wasn't a sporting activities.

It was an opportunity every girl wished for. Donald wasn't just rich, but gorgeous. He was capable of taking care of any woman, and also giving her adorable kids.

Brittany wasn't amongst the numbers that fell head over heels for Donald, although Donald was undeniably breathtaking, her loyalty was to friend, North. She and North had been friends since childhood, although North was two years older than her, they two were inseparable. And thus any reason to betray her friend, was abruptly ended.

"Do you like what you see?" Donald had asked moving towards the shocked Brittany.

" Uhm.."Brittany blinked severally, trying to regain consciousness.

"Sir, I'm here to get what you said you had for North." She responded anxiously.

"Why, are you in a haste? You just arrived."Donald who had reached where she stood, whispered into her ears. She felt a tingling sensation across her body.

"Sir.. North's in labour, I need to get.." She went mute the moment Donald placed a soft kiss on her neck. Her hair was packed in a ponytail, and that gave Donald a free access to her neck region. Her heart pounded faster as she felt his breathe besides her ear.

He wrapped his broad fingers around her slim waist, she let out a gasp. She felt his body serenading hers, it was pleasurable, yet wrong. She jerked around, trying to break free from his trip. But her struggles were like that of a man in the middle of an ocean, who was trying to overcome the turbulent wave, it was brave, but futile.

"Let go of me!" She punched his chest with her fist, as tears had welled in her eyes. But her punches seemed to had sent more vigour to Donald as he carried her up from her butt, with her white panties now in the view.

He threw her to the bed cautiously, she attempted to run off the bed. But Donald was like a mother hen who rentlessly protected her chicks from the predators.

She was pinned to the bed by Donald, in split seconds, he had ripped off her dress and undies, leaving her slender body bare. Brittany sobbed as she used her hands to cover her heavy breast.

"Please sir, don't do this.." She had pleaded, hoping that her last minute plea would change his mind. But Donald was already in his prime, and only a satisfactory orgasm, could bring him back to his senses.

He fondled her breast hastily, as a child who had been starved of food. By now the towel which wrapped across his waist had disappeared, leaving his hard rod craving for Brittany.

At this stage, Brittany knew it was needless for her to struggle, she had read that, struggling in such situation was more harmful than good. She surrendered herself to him, as he took his his time to enjoy every inch of her. She laid there sobbing, hoping that the torture would end soon, as her blood spilled on the white bedding.

"Brittany, you know I won't do anything to intentionally hurt Derrick..." Donald muttered while using his thumb to rub around Brittany's clitoris in a rhythmic manner.

"Hmm" Brittany responded, pulling back his lips into hers, as she massaged the bulge in his trousers.

"And I always want the best for our son.." He added while licking her neck with his left fingers still in her undies.

"Yes, I know that... Mmm" Brittany muttered, as her breathe became faster.

"This is for Derrick's good, he'll appreciate, once his well." He slide a finger into her pussy, her pussy dripped wet as he went in and out, sending pleasure across her body. She let out a moan, kissing him deeper as she sought to unbuckle his belt. He knew that, this was the most effective way of him getting her to doing his bidding, but he wasn't so certain if it'll still work especially after a year and half. He knew Brittany to be a decent lady, and had doubt she was seeing someone else, especially since the spy he hired to follow her around, reported the negative.

Donald broke from the kiss and pulled his hand from her thighs. Brittany's face clouded in a frown, her body had just been woken, and yearned to be treated patiently. Donald stared at Brittany's face salaciously and asked,

"What's your stance Brittany? I need to know if you're with me on this or not."