DETECTIVE SANDERS' SURROGATE

CHAPTER 11

DAMIEN'S POV

"What the hell is wrong with you?! You want to lock me in here for no reason?!" She yelled in anger, trying to push her way through, and go out of the bathroom. Luckily, I blocked her path, making us both struggle with each other. Wow! the lady was strong, I'd give her that.

"Natalie... pleeeaase." I dragged on, in between pants, as I struggled to hold her in place. She didn't respond to me as she continually threw curse words at me. I knew she was getting close to tears with the way the tone of her voice had slowly started sounding croaked and shaky. I mustered all the strength I could and held both her arms tightly, shaking her vigorously and making her look at me with wide eyes.

"I did nothing wrong." She mumbled, finally ending her struggle and breaking into tears. In that moment, I could feel my heart do a wild thump. Strangely, I hated the sight of her crying.

"I know.... I know." I nodded in a pleading tone. "But you have to..." I suddenly paused my words as the sensations in my groin intensified. Was it intensifying by minutes? I took in a deep breathe and looked at her in the eyes. "I'm sorry, but if you don't stay away, I would .... arrrghhh!" I yelled out in pain, making her teary eyes become clouded with worry. "I would... I would f**k you, Natalie." I finally let out, making her eyes go wide in shock. She was still looking at me when I finally gave in to the need, and kissed her. I felt the tears roll down my eyes, as I finally got what I needed. This was crazy. I cried all the more as I kissed her unresponsive lips. She didn't respond to my kisses, but also didn't struggle or try to push me away. I felt lucky.

Soon, she latched her hands across my neck and pulled me closer, as she began to reply my kisses. We were both crazily eating each other's faces as we began to tug at each other's clothes. I knew she wasn't as wet as she could have liked to be, but I needed it immediately. There in the bathroom, we pulled the last piece of our clothing, throwing them to the floor, as we both made for each other's naked bodies. My strong hands grabbed her neck from behind and pushed her down. She held the edges of the bathtub for support as her butt was positioned for me to easily go in. Without further hesitation, I grabbed her waist and glided in from behind. Bloody hell! She was so wet and warm down there, making my head do a spin as I felt her around my c**k. More tears rolled down my cheeks as I began pounding into her roughly.

Her moans and screams filled the whole bathroom, and probably outside the walls of our bedroom, but who cared? That was most certainly what they wanted to hear. It could as well become Lullabies for them tonight. I kept pounding into her and at some point, I felt she would have gotten tired, but her loud moans and cries told me otherwise. I slowly bent, still gliding into her from behind, as my hands reached for her succulent breasts. They still felt the way they had felt on our wedding night. Soft. I sniffed her neck as I kept squeezing her boobs and pounding into her from behind, leaving some bites and kisses there, and making her whimper in pleasure. I loved the way her body felt against mine and I hated myself for it because I knew it wasn't as an effect of the aphrodisiac I had taken. After a while, her body vibrated against mine as she let out a long moan, making me know that she had just c*m.

Knowing I was far from feeling satisfied or cumming, I Iet out a frustrated groan even before I could hold back. Reluctantly pulling out of her, she stayed in her position for a while, probably trying to get over the high. After a moment, she got up to see me leaning against the wall, stroking my c**k. I felt embarrassed and helpless.

"You...." She trailed off, pointing at my still hard c**k. I avoided eye contact with her, as I continuously stroked my c**k. I couldn't help it. Even my present state of embarrassment wasn't enough to stop me. I was still stroking when I noticed her inching closer to me. By the time I looked up, she was just a few inches away. Her full curly black hair was no longer in a messy bun atop her head, as they fell down to her waist, giving her this ethereal look. One glance at her standing breasts and I was pulling her closer.

"I'm sorry." I pleaded, before kissing her again.

The next thing she did suprised me, as she jumped, making me catch her midway, and locked her long legs around my waist. No words were spoken as I glided into her again, looking into her eyes as she let out a catlike squeal. She seemed to be more slippery and warm inside, and I knew it was the lubrication from her c*m. How could one be so tight, warm, and slippery at the same time? She was definitely a witch. A witch I needed so badly. I held her waist, assisting her as she bounced atop my c**k. In our standing position, I carried her from the bathroom into the bedroom and sat on the bed, with her legs still wrapped around my waist as she glided her p***y up and down my c**k. She held my neck, pulling my face closer as we kissed each other deeply, while grinding. After some minutes, she came for a second time, but I was still hard.

I pulled her into the middle of the bed, and gently made my way in between her thighs, before thrusting in again. She moaned softly, finally saying a word. "Yesss!" She drawled, tightening her legs which were already latched across my waist, authomatically pulling me deeper. "f**k me harder... please!" She begged, and it was as if my body had gotten the activation it needed as I finally felt myself getting close to my peak. I picked up my pace, panting as I thrusted faster into her. The only sounds in the room where my grunts, her moans, and the slap of our skins against each other. Just as I was about cuming, I dipped my head for a kiss, groaning into her mouth as I finally came. I still had to thrust in a few more times until she came, before collapsing on top of her in exhaustion. It was then I felt all the energy drain out of me. This was one crazy ride and sadly, I liked it. I knew I shouldn't have, but I did either ways.

On a normal day, I would have stayed wide awake until it was morning, so I could rant at my family- those who were involved. But somehow, the need to be angry had disappeared. Instead, I felt somewhat grateful. This was the best s*x I've had in years. I pulled away from Natalie, and we both slept off on our different sides of the bed, too tired to go put on our clothes.

We had woken the next morning and acted like nothing had transpired between us just the night before. The only time the atmosphere seemed tense was when she had come out of the bathroom, holding our clothes in her hand. The clothes we had peeled off each other's bodies in so much hurry last night. I quickly made my way into the bathroom and had a quick bathe, before dressing up and heading to my father's study. On my way, I came across my older sister; Henrietta and my mom. One look at me and they began giggling to themselves.

I looked away in embarrassment. That wasn't the way I had imagined quarreling them, and it made me feel angry. What was Henrietta even doing here in the first place? Wasn't she meant to be at home with her husband and my nephews? Shooting an icy glare at them, I continued on my way to my father's study. I hadn't even bothered to knock on getting there, as I just opened the door and walked in, preparing to rant. As I looked at him, the playful smile on his face made me hold my tongue. After looking at each other for a while, he finally spoke up.

"Someone you claimed to hate, yet you so shamelessly had s*x with her last night, screaming for the entire house to hear." He muttered, before standing up and making his way to his mini bar. "Care for a glass of wine?" He smiled, making me scowl. How could he even let me know that he heard me having s*x with Natalie? That was embarrassing!

"That was unfair." I finally managed. Apart from the fact that he practically made jest of me by offering me wine, the same way he did last night, I did have s*x with her, but only enjoyed it because I craved her body. That was something nobody was ever gonna know though. "You knew I had plans of getting a divorce. Do you always have to manipulate everything to be in your favour?"

"You say I'm manipulating you, but we both know the actual reason why you aren't going mad with anger at the moment." He said, making me swallow hard. I prayed that he didn't already have an idea that I had a great likeness for my wife's body. "You trust me. Even if you want to believe I made the wrong decisions for you, you still trust me and hope I'm right." I exhaled lightly, grateful that he hadn't caught on to the actual reason why I wasn't angry. In order to look less suspicious, I nodded in agreement with what he said.

"But you just made me cheat on Marriet." I muttered, drawing a bout of laughter from him.

"It's not cheating if the woman is your wife. Instead, you've been cheating on her." He said the last part with a accusing stare. I couldn't deny it. These past four weeks I had been around, I had reconnected with Marriet and we've had s*x twice. But I didn't consider that cheating. She was the one I loved. "I didn't raise a cheat. If you're indeed willing to trust me, you have to be true about it. Retrace your steps. If at the end of the day, I break that trust, you are free to leave your wife." What the hell did he even mean by that? How was I supposed to explain to this man that the reason I had been calmer about the incident than I ought to have been was because I enjoyed f*****g my wife, and not because I trusted him or whatever? With a defeated sigh, I stiffly nod in agreement. "Good then! Breakfast would soon be served. Let's make our way to the dinning room." He ordered, and I followed him behind, worried about the conversation we just had.

I tried to understand the situation I had gotten myself into. By trusting him, he definitely meant being with my wife for a given period of time. But how long? I needed to push my plans in motion, and I needed to annul my present marriage for that. What in heaven's name had I gotten myself into? We got to the dinning to see everyone already seated, except one person. Natalie. We joined in and took our seats, and it wasn't up to a minute after, when Natalie showed up.

"Natalie!" Jemimah chimed happily, tapping on the empty seat beside her for Natalie to come sit. With a shy smile, Natalie made her way to the seat. For the first time, I actually looked closely at my wife and I realized I didn't really know her facial features to the detail.

"Good morning Dad, Mom." She greeted with a shy smile, which they returned with broader ones. "Henri!" She waved, and Henrietta waved back at her with a wide grin. "Charlie!" She waved at my immediate younger sister; Charlotte.

"Good morning Natalie!" Charlie greeted with a smile.

"Y'all stop it already!" Jemimah pouted, making us all confused and surprised.

"What is it Jem?" Mom asked in concern, and Natalie chuckled.

"It's not for you people to know." She muttered, looking back at the empty plate before her.

"Oh wow! We shouldn't know? But it's clear that Natalie knows." Charlie replied.

"Because I want only her to know." Jemimah mumbled.

"Wow! I didn't know we kept secrets now." Charlie blackmailed, making my sweet 19 year old sister look up in guilt.

"Fine! You can know about it, but I'm not telling though." Jemimah muttered.

"Cool!" Charlie grinned in victory. The tout! "Natalie, she says you can tell."

"Jem love, is that okay with you." Natalie softly asked Jem, who nodded like a baby. Jem was only like this around two people. That was my mom and Dad. Now, Natalie made them three. What exactly made them all, so in love with my wife? "So, the guy Jem happens to have a crush on in college, bears the name 'Charlie'. So when you all call Charlotte that way....." She trailed off grinning, and letting us put the remaining piece together.

"My goodness! How long? How come you've never mentioned this guy to me?" Charlie queried, shooting Jem an accusing glare.

"That's enough." Mom ordered. "Let's pray and eat. Honey, please say a word of prayer." She said to Dad who happily obliged. The man had always been happy to do her biddings. He was practically her lapdog, and it was out of true love. Why couldn't he just let me have the same? I asked myself as I watched him pray. Soon, we began munching on our meal and out of nowhere, Henrietta asked Natalie a question.

"Natalie dear, how was last night?" She said, making Natalie freeze, with a mouthful of salad. Mom and Dad shot Henrietta a reprimanding look, even if they looked like they were trying to hold back their laughter. How could they be so mischievous? "I meant, how was your night?" She rephrased, with a silly glint in her eyes. Natalie's neck and ear went red in embarrassment, as she found it difficult to reply.

"Did something happen last night?" Jem asked. "Natalie, are you okay?" She asked in worry, and Natalie forced a smile on her face, as she nodded 'yes'.

"Thank you Henri, my night was fine." She replied with a small smile and just like that, the entire table went silent. We finished eating and everyone dispersed to see to their different engagements for the day. I came across Natalie a few times while going through my business during the day, but we didn't say a word to each other. If only we could glare at each other like we normally did. I found it difficult to make my usual snide remarks at her as well. That night, we slept far away from each other on the bed. The next day was a bit better as I was slowly feeling myself return. I had made a few rude comments at her during the day, and she had in turn, shot me her signature glare. That was her way of showing anger, she never hurled words at me in the presence of others. That night, we had initially slept apart but then, I felt myself inching closer to her in the middle of the night. I had an erection and I honestly couldn't help it. I knew by now that she had found out the reason for my uncontrolled urge the last time. So what would be my explanation for wanting to have s*x with her now?

Getting closer to her, I slowly glided my hand from her back, all the way to her belly. Her body moved a little, indicating she was slowly waking up. I further moved my hand to her boobs, and started massaging it. She began letting out soft moans, making me nuzzle my nose into her neck. She smelled like vanilla. In no time, she began grinding her butt against my hard groin and that was when I knew she was fully awake. I pulled my hand off her breasts, and trailed it down her hip, until I got to the hem of her short night dress. Putting my hand under and making my way upwards, I realized she wasn't wearing any panties. I was so thankful at that moment. Sliding a finger into her warm hole, I began fingering her, making sure to apply so much pressure on her c**t. I needed her wet and ready in no time. After some minutes, she moaned softly as she came onto my finger.

Taking a few seconds to pull off my joggers, I positioned myself behind her, as I gently raised one of her legs, giving myself a better access to glide into her wet cunt. The moment I went in, I let out a shaky breathe as a result of the immense pleasure her p***y gave me. We f****d in that position until we had our release and eventually fell asleep. The next few weeks were no different. We were unfriendly to each other during the day, but couldn't keep our hands off each other at night. It was as if we had this unspoken pact, and understood that we didn't have any strings attached except s*x. After s*x, we never cuddled or talked, we just slept off, away from each other. It was a convenient arrangement for me in all honesty. Atleast, it was gonna make my days of 'trusting' my father bearable, until I could finally secure a divorce. I constantly reminded myself that I wasn't cheating on Marriet because Natalie was my wife. It made me feel better in a way.

It had been two weeks since our new style of cohabiting, and for the first time since we started our s*x pact, we spoke after s*x. We had a long conversation about feminism, and I was very impressed by her sense of reasoning. I hadn't realized our subject of discussion had further deviated into other topics, and we had stayed awaked talking till dawn. It was currently noon, and I was buttoning my shirt, about to step out when she came into the room.

"Hey!" She waved, and instead of my usual rude response, I flashed her a smile. "You are about stepping out?" She asked, and I nodded.

"I have a book store date with a friend." I lied, knowing that the actual truth was that I was going for a book store date, but with Marriet and not some friend. I know I had promised Dad to stay away from her until his 'trust' days were over, but I just couldn't help it.

"Oh wow!" She muttered, with a dreamy look on her face. No one had to tell me what she was thinking. From our long conversation last night, I got to find out she loved books just like I did. I knew she wanted to asked if she could tag along, but held back. "Have a nice time." She finally said, making me release some amount of air from my lips. I definitely couldn't have been able to decline her request. Not that I fancied her or anything, but at least, she had been keeping my bed warm for a while now, and I had this wonderful discussion with her last night. So she deserved my consideration in a way. She laid on the bed with a book in her hand, giving me a look that says 'I can as well enjoy my book in bed'. I held back my smile and picked up my phone to leave. Just then, a message notification popped up. I tapped on it to see it was a message from Marriet. She had said she wouldn't be making it anymore as something came up.

With a little frustrated sigh, I dropped my phone. I was about pulling my clothes when a thought came to mind. I quickly looked at Natalie to see her already looking at me.

"My friend just texted, and he wouldn't be able to make it. Would you love to come with me?"

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3 days Later.

The past three days had been fun filled. I realized Natalie didn't come out regularly as she was new to all the places we had visited. After our trip to the bookstore, I had realized she was such fun company, so I decided we could go for a few more outings together. I liked the fact that whatever it was between us was purely platonic. We never kissed or made out in public, or showed any form of affection outside our room. And, it was always at night. We never had s*x during the day, even if we were all alone in the house. It was like an invisible rule. I had gone out for the purpose of getting tickets for a comedy show I wanted us both to attend. Natalie's sense of humor was on another level, and I knew she would love to see the show. Making my way into the house, I met everyone in the living room, with a sober looking Natalie in their middle.

I quickly sensed there was an issue, and didn't hesitate to ask.

"What's going on here?" I asked, drawing everyone's attention.

"You're back." Mom commented, and I nodded.

"Yes, I am." I replied. "What's going on here?" I asked again.

"Natalie is leaving." Charlie said, and I could swear my heart fell to my stomach. After some seconds, I recovered from the shocking information.

"Why?" I forced a smile, acting like it was all good. Yes, all was good. The only wrong thing was my mistake of not getting to ask for a divorce first. Now she beat me to it, making me feel like the dumped one. Here I was, thinking we were starting to become friends, but I was the last person to know about her plans of divorcing me.

"Her...." Charlie had started when mom cut in.

"Let her speak, Charlotte." Mom ordered, making me look at Natalie. As it should be! She should tell me herself that she wanted a divorce. Why did I even seem disturbed? It was definitely because I was going to miss our casual s*x. No, our s*x was far from the normal casual. It was always hot, greedy, and primal. But all the same, it was just s*x, I reminded myself.

"I need to leave." She stated the obvious, making me patiently wait for her to finish. "My younger brother...." She started but paused, as if trying to regulate her breathing. "My brother is sick. Really sick. He is suffering from cancer, and they are only letting me know about it. My Uncle called this afternoon to let me know about it all. I need to go see my brother."

By the time she finished, I felt beads of sweat on my hands. Those were due to relief. She wasn't asking for a divorce. She was only leaving for a little while.

"I'm so sorry about that." I said, feeling really sad at seeing the way she shook as she tried holding back her tears.

"Damien, do you mind escorting Natalie to the room? She needs to rest please." Mom asked.

"Of course." I nodded, and led her to our bedroom, with my hands supporting her waist. We finally got to our room and she went straight to bed. I, on the other hand, pulled off my clothes and went into the bathroom for a quick shower. I was still having my bathe when I heard the bathroom door screech open. I had soap in my eyes, so I couldn't really open it.

I knew it was Natalie, and thought she had been pressed and needed to use the toilet. The feel of her hands on my chest, and her naked body hugging me, told me otherwise. I quickly washed off the soap from my eyes and looked at her. She looked like she had been crying and the sight didn't sit well me. With no words exchanged, I dipped my head to kiss her, and we started making out in the shower. After washing her up, I carried her out of the bathroom to the bed, where we had slow and electrifying s*x. After our high, we talked, and I listened as she poured out her heart to me. It was then I understood it all. It was then I realized why she had never opted for a divorce. She was too angry to go home.