Keep Him Fed

CHAPTER 3

WREN

My nails scratch at his back, but he didn’t care, nor stop, I might faint if he did.

I’ve lost all senses of realism, with his brutal drive and my continuous craving for it.

He withdrew slowly to advance back in, slamming into me with absolute force, finally knocking my breath out of my lungs.

My body was acting like it had been void of a connection, for the past years, probably because this man knows his way around women.

My last ride was with my roommate’s boyfriend’s friend. We were friends with benefits.

When I came to America three months ago, I met Misan in the plane, we’d bonded so well, and she insisted I live with her, till I got this housekeeping job.

“You want this don’t you?”

“Yes!” I yelled.

The floor was an uncomfortable place to lie on, and get screwed by a beast, if Asher isn’t one, I don’t know how to describe him again.

He continued pounding into me, the only sound heard in this house was our rushed breath, my scream and the skin contact, slapping against each other.

“You dirty girl,” he continued taunting me.

I pray I could feel my legs when he’s done with me, I’d even forgotten the troubles ongoing, the search for Fluffy, Eve is going to kill me if anything happens to her cat.

He has me right on the edge.

“You keep stealing glances hoping to see me,”

He saw me.

“Please,” I pleaded, but didn't know what I wanted.

“Please what?”

“I’m going to come…”

I’d lost count of the times he had hit my G-spot, my body became tense, shaking like I’m freezing but I know I better. I came to a release, squirting all over him.

When I saw the mess I’d caused, I blushed.

His T-shirt was still on, and I knew it would cost a lot more than the rent fee.

“You’re going to pay for this,” Asher’s voice lowered and his lips formed something close to a grin.

“How so?”

He didn’t say anything, his eyebrows raised in mischief, then I felt something leave my entrance, I dread at the loss of his dick inside me, he sure as hell is making me pay.

Asher rose up leaving me empty and wanting me, I’m confused, thinking he wants to end the heat between us and call it a night.

He pulled his shirt and it fell on the tiled floor.

“On all fours,” he groaned at me.

And I complied, happy he wasn’t done with me yet, even if my pussy was already screaming from the soreness, I needed more.

“Rest your hands on the couch, knees on the floor.”

He kicked my knees farther from each other, and I mumbled something inaudible, I was completely out of control.

I saw him bend low to pick his trouser, and he pulled out another condom, ripping the packet with his teeth, he sheaths himself and circles my waist with his grip.

Did he know tonight would happen?

But I got no answer.

“You’re so wet Wren, I like that.”

I was expecting his thick length in him, but felt his fingers glide between my thighs and my folds. His other hand took my right breast and I moaned.

Pain from my knee scratching the floor and pleasure from what he is doing to me wash over me in waves.

My clitoris was so sensitive, then he entered me with three fingers this time, stretching me, tears poured out from my eyes.

Just when my knees threaten to give out, he flip me around to face him, my knees up high, and my elbows now rested on the couch. This was an uncomfortable position for me.

His hand on my hips pulls me against his slick and wet cock, and he slips inside me with one owning thrust.

I’m pinned beneath him.

Then he started moving at a hurried, merciless pace. My breasts bounce at every thrust.

My brown hair spread across the couch, if there was a mirror facing me now, I wouldn’t recognize myself.

There’s no tenderness in the way Asher pounds on me, but that’s the way it should be. Just one night.

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The sun from outside shined through the windows inside the room, the intensity was directed at me in particular.

I yawned and stretched, rolled onto my back on the bed, I saw a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I cringed. I was a mess, so I quickly arranged my hair, got up from the bed, careful not to wake him.

We didn't get enough sleep last night.

I realized he had torn my bikini. Fortunately, there’s a flowery gown resting in a chair by the closet. I wore it in seconds.

He had taken me to his bedroom and we went on another three rounds of dirty doings.

My body flushed with heat recalling the night.

I checked the clock on the table, 6:34am.

It’s risky, I needed to leave this place asap.

When I got out of his house, walking to Eve’s, I heard a meow in the garden, that’s when I remembered Fluffy.

“Game over,” I said, and carried her.

The cookie I prepared had been abandoned on the sun lounger, so I removed it along with the half juice.

For the next day, I tried not to think much about Asher, but my sore pussy and shaky legs made it impossible.

I busied myself with the task at hand, which is the plants, feeding and bathing Fluffy, and I also cleaning the interior.

Then my phone rang.

Expecting to see Mark or my roommates, those are the two that keeps my phone functioning. I looked at the caller, surprised to see my boss’s call, we haven’t spoken, nor chatted since she left.

I picked on the second ring. I couldn’t guess what she wanted.

I comb my hair with my fingers, and shut my eyes for a second, calming my nerves.

“You bitch!”

I distanced my ear from my phone Immediately. Eve’s curse at me was so loud, shocked at her outburst.

If a voice could kill, I’d be dead by now.

I knew she wasn’t a nice lady, but showing me her dark side just across the sea, and this early was alarming.

It wasn’t even up to a week since I'd been employed, and she’s seeing fault.

“Ma’am,” I said, trying to stay professional.

“Ooh shut your mouth,” she continued her swear. “You have the audacity to sleep with my husband?”

In the phase of bewilderment, I froze. The only person I had slept with was her neighbor, she must be mistaken.

And how did she know about last night?

I turned to look at the house, to find maybe a camera, but nothing.

The main entrance door opened, with a destructive sound, and Mrs. Vaughn stood at the opened door in a deadly glare.

She took four steps towards me, grabbed my hands and dropped her phone on my open palm. I took a look, and fate had me on the wrong side.

I was photographed holding Fluffy standing at Asher’s compound, dressed in the flowery gown of that morning, with headlines that read.

MR. VAUGHN’S MISTRESS CAUGHT LEAVING HIS HOUSE.