Scandalous

chapter 10

Lisa

I woke up with my head, still a bit dazed. The room was cold and dark, the air-conditioner turned on and the curtains were closed; preventing any sunlight from touching my skin.

"Ow..." I held onto my temple, the dizziness after you get up quickly is not one of my favourites after waking up.

"You've taken your time, love." I turned around the room, forgetting the pain in my head, and scanning the darkness of the room; hoping to find the source of the voice.

The clicking of the lamp was suddenly heard. There he was, my husband. Sitting with his thighs wide open, as he stared at me. His hand holding a scotch glass while the other supported his head.

The first two buttons of his dress shirt was opened, exposing the skin of his chest. A bit red, perhaps, the whiskey?

"Oh! Hi!" I didn't know whether I should be kind to him or not. I did ruin his sexual advances towards me with--

"The restaurant! I ate too much sugar!" I exclaimed, looking at him with widened eyes. Red flushed through me, as I remember a fragment before I blacked out.

"I didn't do or say anything out of the ordinary... right?" I asked him, but it rather felt like I was asking myself.

"Not in particular."

"What do you mean not in particular? I'm sorry I didn't tell you but I get high when I eat alot of sugary stuff." I took the black coffee set on the bedside table and took a sip from it.

The bitter taste, making me feel like I have a personality again.

"Yeah... I figured so." his voice was drowned out when my mind suddenly remembered my phone.

"The media! Did they see me... in my weird 'state'?"

"No. I happened to know the owner of the place... he let us pass through the back door."

"Oh, thank God!"

I felt under the pillows for the hard, cold, rectangular, object that was my phone. The thing was already lit up, because of countless notifications.

The time showed four in the afternoon, so about 4 hours of sleeping.

Messages from my friends, social sites talking about my lunch date with my husband and the countless mem I've involved myself with in the past.

Oh God.

Before I could even open one notif, a sudden force pushed me to the soft mattress. His hard chest was now pressed to mine.

"You seem pretty fine now, are you? After all that shit you pulled... turning me on... hmm?" his voice was very hypnotic, each syllable he releases, making me feel dizzy.

Yet there was something in what he said, that made me feel a surge of happiness.

"I am. I'm sorry... about your friend... you know... no one deserves to be stood up..." I couldn't contain my laughter and it echoed across the four corners of the room.

2/10 joke.

Never trust a Lalisa Manoban in a serious situation.

My breath caught to a hitch when his hand travelled to my exposed thigh. The big white shirts I always saw him wore... were on me.

"What the hell am I wearing- did you change me?" I scowled at him.

Of course he did!

Your dumb ass is showing Lalisa.

"I don't really see the problem with changing you?" his hand was skimming my thigh back and forth while the other brushed the rebellious tendrils of my hair.

"Stop with the romantic shit, you bastard. It's making me sick." I broke the ice.

"I'm not doing anything romantic... I'm just setting the mood."

His lips dipped into mine, the taste of whiskey in his mouth had never felt so good until now. His body was molding onto mine as kisses exchanged.

He easily accessed my body because of the big shirt. His big hands now busy playing with the tips of my breasts.

His eyes were focusing on my reaction, I bit my tongue when his fingers played with mine. I held back a moan to stop myself.

The big shirt was suddenly yanked away from me, and I was already bare for him to pleasure with.

My lips met his, he took me over, as usual. His tongue poking to seek entrance. But I didn't back down, who wouldn't love a little competition anyways?

My eyes widened when his teeth bit my lower lip, making me taste my blood. His rough kisses were making me dazed and hypnotized. He stood on his knees, taking off the dress shirt he wore.

On stimuli, my hands mapped all over him. Feeling the lines of his perfect body. The bulkiness made me think of him working out without a shirt...

Sweat dripping from his damp hair... down to his bare chest.

"Oh..."

Fingers hooked on the waistband of my panties, he pulled them off me. I propped up on my elbow and tried to close my legs. We may have our usual sessions frequently, but I was still shy.

His strong hands prevented me from doing so, he placed his head between my thighs eating my wet core. His tongue running down my clit made me lose myself.

"Fuck..." I let out a moan. I could feel my stomach clenching, my climax getting near. But he stopped. He made me lie flat on my chest.

The frustration was evident on my face, seeing that he didn't finish what he started.

What position are we doing? This is new...

"We'll get there." His zipper was suddenly opened, and he was positioning himself between my thighs.

Unexpected things happen, we were already panting under the sheets. Moist skin against moist skin, damp hair, and red marks.

"You're extra rough today... is it because of yesterday?" I slowly sat up, the familiar soreness coming back. Even after how many times we've done it, he still had that effect on me. Like he was fucking me for the first time.

"What about yesterday?" his brows raised in curiosity.

Fuck, don't bring it up.

Don't bring it up.

Don't bring it up.

"Nothing." I panted out and layed down beside him. Flat on my chest.

"You asked me... about what happened in the restaurant."

"Yeah, what about it?"

"You told me something, and added a question." his fingers were tracing the small of my back, making me flinch a bit at the ticklish sensation.

"What was it? Tell me!" I could sense my face showing curiosity and fear at the same time. Curiosity, wondering what the hell I said to him. And fear, fear that it might be something I've been meaning to lock only for myself.

"If you remember it... then I'll do everything in my power to grant it. For you."

Fuck it, I'm screwed.

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uwu uwu uwu; kinda late...