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I should have known better. I did know better, but curse it all to hell, walking in on my husband balls deep with his secretary on our bed made it hard to remember to keep my dignity. I swirled the drink in front of me and bit my lower lip to keep from crying. The knot was forming again in my throat, and I was not going to allow myself to cry in public and further humiliate myself. I’d had enough of that for today.
I took the drink and gulped back what was left. As soon as it hit the bar, the bartender took away the evidence. Had this been my fifth drink? Sixth? How many times had my husband Ron brought his skanky secretary to our bed? Six? Seven? How many times had he taken advantage of the fact that I traveled for work at least twice a month?
“Another please,” I asked the bartender who nodded and got to work. Monday nights didn’t generate quite as much traffic for him here at the Leaky Cauldron.
“I don’t think you want another.” The distinctively male voice came from behind me and sat down on the booth next to me. He was… tidy. His blond hair was perfectly quaffed, he was clean shaven, he wore an expensive gray suit and watch, and his shoes didn’t have a single scratch on them. “I’m taking her home,” he was speaking to the bartender now. “Don’t make that last drink.” The bartender looked at me dubiously and put the bottle down.
“Excuse me, who are you?” I raised an eyebrow at him. His eyes were a stunning hazel and for a moment I forgot to be upset.
“Do you really want to exchange names?” he leaned forward to whisper. “You clearly had a shitty day, it’s pouring outside, and there’s a hot guy who wants to take you home.” He smiled as if he knew what I was thinking. “I don’t even have to ask you what happened if you don’t want.”
“Cocky, much?” I turned away from him and started gathering my things. I had my jacket in my left hand and was grabbing my purse when he shot his hand over mine. When I looked up, his face was an inch from mine, and he was almost smiling.
“Maybe, but why not give me a chance anyway?” he pulled his hand back then, giving me space to decide, and stood as well. I thought about Ron’s ass as he thrust himself inside her, the memory tainting all the ones I had with him. All the places he had touched me, kissed me… why should he be the only one? I wanted him to hurt as much as I hurt, and here was this stranger, offering me everything I hadn’t known I wanted on a silver platter. “Are you coming?” he extended his hand, waiting.
“If you know what you’re doing.” I took his hand and he laughed, leading the way out of the bar. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone familiar, a woman with dark hair laughing with a group of friends. I didn’t have time to figure out who it was before the man opened the door for me; I was expecting the rain to soak my clothes right away, but instead found he had an open umbrella for me.
“You have a sense of humor, I like that.” He was grinning and placed his hand at the small of my back as he led me to a slick black sedan. It was quite the vehicle to blend into the muggle world.
“I was being very serious,” I told him, as he opened the back seat door for me.
He pulled me close to him, until my chest was pressed against him and whispered in my ear, “then be assured, I’m very good at what I do.” He let me go slowly and it took me a second to think coherently again. I was supposed to be getting in this stranger’s car.
“The back seat?” I blurted, breaking the moment. “Are you trying to murder me and chop me into pieces?” I looked from the seat back to him.
“Um, no,” he leaned down and pointed towards the front seat, “Howard will be driving for us, and I will be the fucking you into you feel like you’re breaking into pieces.” His voice was low, like a promise instead of a threat. “Not quite the same thing. You still want to get in?”
Did I? I took a deep breath through my lips and got into the car. I didn’t have my car keys anyhow; the bartender had taken them after the fourth drink. The man got in next to me and closed the door. “Home, Howard, please.”
Howard, a bald man in a suit, started driving through the late-night streets of Friday night in the city. When the scenery outside my window blurred, I turned to look at the man next to me. He was still analyzing my every move with hooded eyes. Ron had never looked at me like that, not since we got married four years ago. Lately he was too busy with work- or what I thought was work- to even notice me. We slowed down until we came to a full stop in front of, I shit you not, a mansion. There was a five-car garage, three stories, large windows, I’m pretty sure I saw a glass wall somewhere up the long driveway, white columns, and stone walls.
“You… live here?” I asked.
“When I’m in town, yeah.” He opened the door and held it out for me and led me inside. There was a little voice inside my head telling me to run away, calling me irresponsible and a cheater. He shut the door behind me, leaving Howard outside by himself and started leading me into the house. The inside was as stunning as the outside, as if a magazine could stop by at any minute to photograph it. I didn’t have a chance to take in much of my surroundings because as soon as Howard was out of sight I was pressed up between the door and the wall of his body. “I want to touch your body,” he whispered in my ear, and it was ridiculous, but I could almost feel his hands hovering over me, the heat and want of them.
“Okay,” was all I could gasp. His lips were grazing my neck and I had to clutch his shoulders to keep steady.
“Okay is not permission,” he pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “Do you want me? Because right now I want to rip off your clothes and have my way with you. I want to fuck you ten ways to Sunday until you feel it every time you sit and walk.” He touched my lips, looking at them as he spoke. “But if you’re not sure I will let you take the guest bedroom and sleep it off.”
“I want you.” The words were barely a whisper.
“I need you to say and mean it, baby girl,” he growled, leaning his face back down to my neck.
“I do want you.” I heard my words, but it was like I was watching someone else in my body. He growled deeper then, in approval, and ran his hands from my waist to my ass and yanked me up until he was holding me up, pressing his hips to mine. I began grinding on them, feeling his erection through his suit pants.
He brought his lips to mine, taking a kiss with no softness, no sweetness; he just took what he needed, ravishing my mouth with his tongue. One hand slid up my torso and fondled my breast over my bra and blouse, working it until my nipples became hard peaks. “You’re mine tonight, baby girl.”
I wanted to touch his skin too and tried to take his jacket off; he had too many clothes on. He adjusted his weight until he was carrying me down a hall. I held on to his shoulders and didn’t stop kissing him. Suddenly, I was wearing too much. We got to the bedroom, and he let me fall on a large bed. I laid there, like an idiot, watching him watch me as he undressed.
“Um, should I…?” I pointed to the buttons on my blouse and his jacket hit the floor.
“Don’t you dare.” He unbuttoned his dress shirt quickly and threw it on the floor. Holy shit, I thought, seeing his six-pack. He kicked off his shoes and socks and then walked to the edge of the bed until he was standing between my knees. “You unbutton them.”
With shaky hands, I grabbed the waist of his pants, feeling my knuckles graze the skin of his lower abdomen, hot to the touch. The button came lose, and I slowly brought down the zipper. His briefs were hardly containing his hardened cock. I gulped, feeling my heart skip a beat. It was like I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
“Get up.” He pulled me to my feet and started unbuttoning my blouse, kissing the skin that was exposed each time. Once the last button was undone, he slid the blouse off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He got down on his knees and kissed my skin right above where my jeans started. He undid the zipper and kissed my mound through my very unattractive cotton panties.
Could I even blame Ron for not wanting me anymore? His secretary had been wearing lace lingerie… Stop. I am not going to think about that now. I realized just then that I had not shaved; of course, I hadn’t. My underwear doesn’t match, I was not expecting sex. Even though I knew most men didn’t care I still felt self-conscious and pressed my thigh together as his lips slid lower.
“Mm-mm… no.” He gently pushed one foot further away to open up my legs for him. He licked my panties right where my opening was, and my stomach twisted. I dug my fingers into the duvet under me to keep from squirming. His fingers grazed my legs from my ankles, as he got up, all the way to my bra, which he undid in one swift movement. I fought the urge to cover my breast and my nipples, as a shiver ran down my spine. He grabbed my hand then, felt the ring and froze.
“Oh… I can explain.” I whispered, feeling ashamed.
“This…” he brought my hand up to where I could see the ring, and tapped it, “I don’t care, baby girl. I deal with complicated every day. Just one question…” he brought a lose strand of hair behind my ear. “Does he deserve this?”
“Yes.” I didn’t even have to think about it. An image of his cumming inside his secretary on my bed, where I slept, flashed across my mind.
“Then I don’t need to know more.” He sat down at the edge of the bed where I had been. “Kneel.” It was a command. He then brought my left hand to his mouth, put my ring finger inside until the ring disappeared behind his lips. I felt a slight pressure of him sucking and, when he pulled my finger out again the ring wasn’t there. He pulled it out of his mouth, showed me as he threw it on top of my clothes. “You don’t belong to anyone but me tonight.”
He then led my hand to the bulge in his briefs. He ground himself into my hands, biting his lips and closing his eyes. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and moved up and down its length before pulling down his briefs, so he was bare. I knew what to do. I licked the length of his cock, from the base of the shaft to the tip. I sucked on the tip while my hand worked his length, swirled my tongue around it, and took it as far in my mouth as I could. He groaned, and his hips jerked just a bit when my teeth grazed his skin. I kept going until he threw his head back and pushed away.
“Not yet, baby girl.” As I licked my wet lips, he pulled me onto the bed and began kissing my neck and down to my breasts. His hand was separating my thighs and moving up until they cupped me. I was sure he would find me embarrassingly wet, but I couldn’t care just then. As he started licking and sucking on my nipples, his fingers pushed my panties to the side and slid along my slick folds. He moaned and pulled away just enough to yank the panties down and out of the way. He walked to the nightstand and came back with a condom, which he tore open and handed to me.
“You want… me to do it?” I asked, feeling foolish and hot at the same time, seeing his cock hard and ready for me.
“I want to feel your hands on me.”
I placed the condom on the tip of his cock and slowly slid it down it’s length, feeling it twitch if I touched a particularly sensitive area.
“Now you’re going to fuck me?” I asked in a small voice.
“Yeah, baby girl, I am.”
And he did. He pulled a pillow, placed it under my hips, positioned himself and, while still standing at the edge of the mattress, thrust inside me in one swift movement that left me breathless. He was big. Maybe he knew this because he stayed there for a second and pulled out slowly, waited until I nodded and thrust even harder.
I used one hand to push myself further, but he pulled it up above my head, pinned both hands there and he drove into me over and over again. With his free hand he continued what I had started. He found my clit and rubbed it while he fucked me, and I felt the orgasm come on very quickly. The pressure was building and, when I thought I was falling apart, he kept pushing into me. I groaned loudly, unable to contain the sensations ripping through me and feeling another orgasm following the first. I felt his body tense over me and heard him moan as he finished, driving himself to the hilt inside me. It felt impossible that I could be so full and yet want more.
When he slid back out, reluctantly, he hovered over me, watching my face. “No regrets?” he asked, pulling himself to his feet.
“No,” not yet, I thought. I watched his naked, retreating figure as he made his way to what I assumed was the bathroom. The light spilled out through the open doorway, and I could see some fancy sink bowls.
“Fuck,” he cursed quietly and made a mental note to ask what had aggravated him. I thought I heard some water running but I was so tired. After a couple minutes I closed my eyes just to rest them for a minute as he spoke something garbled in the distance, and then sunk into oblivion.
I woke up when it was still dark. It took me a moment to remember where I was and why I was there. Ron fucking his secretary, going to the bar, going home with this stranger who had a mansion and a driver. That same man fucking me until I could only think about what he was doing to me. I had lain halfway on top of him throughout the night, so my arm was over his hard torso and my leg was twisted up in his. I didn’t miss that this man was also naked. But now that the night was dark and quiet, and lightning pains were striking my brain in the aftermath of the alcohol, there was no escaping the situation. I needed to get out of here and face life.
The covers were covering most of me and I slid my hand away slowly, my fingers grazing the little hair on his lower abdomen that led down to… I gulped and pulled my leg off as well. With my eyes adjusting to the dark, I was able to find my bra, jeans, and blouse, but my panty not there. I stepped on something hard, small, and when I picked it up I realized it was my wedding ring. Begrudgingly, I shoved in the jeans pocket, and dressed in what I had. I snuck out and found my purse by the door, where I had dropped it.
Pulling out my phone, it read 4:17 a.m. I called an Uber from my app, thanking the gods above that I still had battery. When the car stopped in front of the long driveway, I took one last longing look at the mansion, thought of the man inside, and left.
The key felt heavy in my hand. The last time I had opened this door I had heard Ron grunting, heard the woman gasping and moaning, as if she were a porn star. She was a kid, for fuck’s sake, she shouldn’t be screwing men in their 40s like Ron. But I needed to get my things. I couldn’t stay here, obviously, I could never touch that bed again. The same bed where we had tried so often to get pregnant, to have a family…
With a deep breath, I opened the door and walked in. Ron was passed out drunk on the sofa, empty beer bottles all around him. It was disgusting, but I didn’t want to deal with him, so I closed the door quietly and went up the stairs. I locked the bedroom door and went to get a pair of panties as my first order, going commando was not as comfortable as men described it.
When I pulled my jeans down, I realized there was something there, a tiny white- I heard Ron get up from the couch and decided to think of it later. I pulled on the panties and jeans and started grabbing my clothes from the closet and drawers and shoved them into my suitcases on the ground. The bed still had rumpled sheets and smelled like sex and cheap perfume.
“Hermione?” Ron’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Hermione, honey, you came home.” The idiot actually sounded relieved. “Honey, I promise you it was a one-time mistake, it didn’t mean anything and I’m so sorry.” I didn’t answer, I just grabbed all my intimates. I could leave the wedding dress, the formal clothes, but I wasn’t leaving the pig with any of my intimate clothes of lingerie. “We were working and got super drunk,” he continued when I didn’t answer. “She was telling me how this guy broke her heart, and I was comforting her and it just got out of control.”
Out of control? A fire raged inside me.
“You were comforting her, Ron?” I shouted through the door. “You were comforting her pussy real good last time I checked!”
There was a moment of silence before he asked, “where were you last night, Hermione?”
“The audacity you have, Ron, blows my mind. It’s none of your business where I was last night.” I zipped up my suitcases and opened the door. “Now step aside.”
“You’re not leaving.” He squared his shoulders and blocked my way out even more.
“Ron, move, damn it.” I sighed, tired.
“You…” he stepped closer and sniffed me. “You smell like a man… I don’t have a cologne like that.” He took a step back, a horrified look on his face. “You went out and slept with someone else?” he shouted, stepping closer. Out of instinct I took a step back.
“Ron, watch it,” I warned him. “You can be angry all you want, but you cannot lash out physically, you cannot be violent and don’t you dare put a finger on me.”
“A finger on- is that what he was doing to you? Putting his fingers on you?” he rushed forward and pushed me against the wall, the suitcases falling to the floor. “Inside you, huh?” his hand closed around my throat.
“Ron, stop!” I grasped at his fingers as they tightened, making it hard to breathe. Not knowing what to do, I slapped his face as hard as I could, trying to knock some sense into him. He seemed confused, let go and took a few steps back.
“Fuck! Hermione, I’m sorry,” he fell to his knees. “I wasn’t thinking Hermione, honey, please don’t go.” His eyes teared up and he was begging. But this time I had a clearer head. I grabbed my suitcases and ran out.