Chapter 11: 11. This Is Not My First Time! I Know What I’m Doing As An Expert!

’Fuck those conditions, hahaha!’

’She thinks I’m stupid and doesn’t know what I’m doing, but oh baby... let me show you why I’m the most dangerous man that a woman could’ve met.’

’Kissing lips is banned, she says, hah! I can go in for something more vulnerable like her ears and neck!’

He gave her no time to think twice. Yes, it’s true that he doesn’t kiss her lips at all, but he leans in to kiss the reddened, sensitive curve of her ear.

He exhaled a soft, warm breath that made her whole body tremble, then his lips began to descend slowly. He traced her jawline, flicking out his tongue to taste the salt on her skin, then buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"Ahhhnnn...!" Petricia was caught off guard, but she managed to close her mouth for a second. ’N-No...! Th-this is..."

"No kissing on the lips, you said that right...? But to be honest, I can still kiss the other places I wanted," Mike chuckled. "It’s too late to change the condition now."

Petricia gave a choked, stifled moan, her fingers tightening in his shirt. His lips moved hot and wet and demanding against her throat, and the ’no kissing’ rule began to feel more and more irrelevant.

’No... this is already a mistake...!’

’I can’t believe he still finds a way to make me more vulnerable than before...! Nhhhh!’

’I need to make sure that I don’t moan as much as I can... it’s embarrassing!’

Mike know that she wasn’t a wife nor a landlady now, but a woman consumed by her own desire she’d tried so hard to deny. Her body instinctively arched toward his heat as she finally, helplessly, let go.

The feel of his mouth on her neck was a brand... it was searing through her skin and straight into her soul. Petricia’s eyes clamped shut, her head thrown back to give him better access, even as her mind attempted to scream a last, frantic warning.

’Oh my God... Why did I have to agree with something like this?’ That thought screams in her brain like a frantic pulse. ’The kiss... I said no lips, and that was my only condition.’

’But his mouth is on my neck... kissing it... It’s more intimate than a kiss on the lips.’

’It feels like he’s pissing on me... like he’s taking the pieces of me that Gerald hasn’t touched in years.’

Petricia felt Mike’s tongue was clammy and hot against the pulse point, and a jolt of clean, raw electricity shot down her spine to settle in her belly.

’This already counts as cheating... It must be.’

’If Gerald walked in here right now, he wouldn’t see a wife, but he’d see a stranger...’

’One of them has finally cracked.’ She tried to call up the image of her wedding ring, the sign of her duty, but it was getting hazy, losing its weight. ’But why does the guilt feel so much less than the loneliness?’

’What is it about his touch that feels more ’right’ than all the empty promises of years?’

His teeth scraped her skin, and she gasped a shuddering breath. The sharp, delicious sting made her toes curl.

"Uhhhmpppp..."

’Don’t worry... it’s only for one night.’ She reminded herself, and it was the thought of desperation to stave off the madness. ’One night to be more than a landlady, more than a wife, more than a pillar.’

’If I’m going to fall, let me fall for just one night...’

’Anything but the weight of this apartment and the silence of this marriage... so just let me feel...’

’Just for once... let me feel life again...’

Mike’s hands started to roam, and her inner monologue was a rhythmic, pulsing thrum of desire, the logic of the housewife drowned out finally by the primal needs of the woman. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Mike didn’t wait for her to get her rhythm. He was a man who took what he wanted, and what he wanted right now was the soft, heavy weight of her.

His hands slid down from her neck with predatory efficiency, past the silk of her blouse to the swell of her breasts. He didn’t just touch them, he claimed them, his big palms cupping the massive, aching weight of her tits, squeezing them with a firm, possessive grip.

"Oh yeah... I fucking know you have such massive jugs right over here." Mike laughs. "And the texture of it... someone didn’t really give it a care for years."

"Poor you."

"Ahnnn! Mike! S-Stop...!" Petricia jumped, startled, her back arching off the couch as a bolt of pure electricity shot through her.

Her hands scrabbled at his shoulders, not to push him away but to steady herself as her world began to spin around. "Wait...no, not there...please...!"

"That’s... that’s forbidden...!"

Her breath caught, her voice breaking into a high, desperate wail she couldn’t stop. "Oh please, Mike... stop it now..."

"My breasts... they’re so sensitive... it’s too much... I feel like I’m going to lose control any seconds now..."

Mike ignored her, and he didn’t even need to slow down. He leaned in, and his mouth returned to the hollow of her throat, his thumbs rolling rhythmically over the hardened points of her nipples through the thin fabric.

"Just shut up and feel the real you who is still hiding in there." He could feel her heart pounding like a trapped bird under his palms.

"There’s not a single thing other than lip kissing that is off-limits tonight, Petricia," he growled into her skin, his voice laced with dominance. "Not when you are finally being true about it..."

"But it’s too much!" she cried, tossing her head from side to side, her blonde hair tumbling over the cushions. "It’s just too much for me because it’s been a long time...!"

"Oh God, it’s making my legs all weak...!"

"Mike, please... if you keep doing that... if you keep touching me like that... there won’t be anything left of the woman who said ’no’...!"

"That’s great news! Slurrrp~!" He said while licking her neck. "Thanks for the announcement, by the way."

"N-No...!" Petricia felt that she was melting down.

The resistance she had fought so hard to keep was melting into a puddle of sensation. With every clasp of his hands, every turn of his thumbs, she was losing a layer of her composure until she became weak, trembling, and completely at his mercy.

Mike could see the struggle in her eyes, how she was torn between wanting to lean on him and the desperate need to maintain some semblance of control. He knew she was afraid of the active part of the sin—the part where she had to move, touch, and participate.

So he decided to take the burden of action from her shoulders. "Stop resisting!"

"Come here, you," he said, his voice low and unyielding.

And he didn’t have to wait for an answer because he just took her by the hand. He shifted his weight and made room between his thighs and pulled her to him.

"Just follow your desire and sit on my lap, Petricia."

Petricia paused, breath short and uneven. "But... if I move like this..."

"Then don’t move, simple, right?" Mike said, his eyes fixed on her with a fierce, calm intensity. "Just calm down and feel it."

"Let me do the work."

"I mean... look... If you don’t move, if you don’t reach for me, then you aren’t the one chasing the thrill."

"You’re just... receiving."

"You’re just letting a man take care of you." Mike said with his way of manipulative thinking. "Just think of it as relief, not a transgression."

"You aren’t cheating, but you’re just letting someone else carry the weight for a while."

He guided her until she quivered. She was sitting on his lap, her heavy thighs pressed to his muscular ones, her rumpled burgundy blouse sliding against his chest.

She felt so exposed with her weight sinking onto him, but the firmness of his lap made her feel oddly safe. ’No, no, no...! T-this could end up even worse!’

Mike’s hands went back to their work as soon as she was comfortable. He didn’t waste a second sliding his palms back up her massive breasts.

He squeezed them, slowly and deliberately, his thumbs brushing her nipples through the silk and rolling them with a masterful touch that blurred her vision. "Be a good girl and just sit tight on my lap, will ya?"

"There," he whispered, his breath hot on her ear as she rolled her eyes back. "Just feel the sensation of what I’m about to give... I’ll take care of the rest."

"Hnnnn... oh god, Mike..." Petricia whimpered, sinking forward, her forehead resting against his shoulder, her hands clutching his biceps for support.

It was so much sensation that he had the control, and she was just a vessel for the pleasure he was giving her. "It feels... so much easier... when you are the one in control..."