Hot encounter
788 Words
"There is no illnesses like the illnesses of the heat".
~RUMI
After getting home he didn't hold the car's door for her and went inside straight.
Sarah got out of the car and headed inside the house.
Welcome back, Madam. Martha greeted her in the foyer.
Thank you, Martha.
Have you seen Mr.James?
Yes, madam, he's in the study.
Thank you, Martha.
Sarah headed to the study to ask him has she had done something wrong.
She knocked on the door of the study.
Yes? His angry voice came out.
Me, Sarah.
Come in.
She entered the room nervously.
Yes? He asked without looking at her.
I just want to ask you about your mood I mean you seemed upset about something.
Did I do something wrong?
This made him furious and he barked.
Who do you think you are?
Don't act like my real wife.
I'm not bound to answer any of your questions. Keep that in mind.
Sarah was on the verge of crying. She instantly left his study.
After locking her room she sat on her bed. She was trembling with fear and embarrassment.
Don't cry, Sarah just don't.
I will shed not even a single tear for this man.
How can I even think of trusting again any man in my life?
He's my husband on papers nothing else. I don't have to take any of his insults personally.
There was a soft knock on the door.
It might be Martha she thought and after composing herself opened the door.
It was him on the door.
Can I get in? He asked softly.
Sarah wide opens the door and steps aside, indicating him to come in.
Can I have a word?
Speak.
I'm sorry for my earlier behavior. I didn't mean to say that.
It's alright.
James felt hurt by her response. He never said sorry to anyone in his entire life and this girl does not care for his ego.
You can leave if there's nothing else to say I need to get some rest.
This response made him furious.
He held her waist and pinned her to the wall caging her between him and the wall.
You should have been gratified because I apologized to you when you were at fault.
Sarah tried to break free herself from his grasp.
I was at fault? She was astonished.
Yes, you wore this revealing dress on purpose to get attention from men. He gritted his teeth.
Shut the f**k up. Sarah lost her cool.
She was struggling to get free from his grasp to slap him in the face. How dare he say that.
What did you just say? He was boiling with anger, no one ever dared to say those nasty things to him, and this girl said him this word in the face.
I said f**k oo.
He didn't let her complete and attacked her mouth.
He was not kissing her but sucking up to her soul fiercely.
She was struggling in his grasp. Her body pressed by him and he was eating her mouth.
He held her waist tightly and his hands started to roam around her ass. He groped her ass and boobs.
Ahhhh. She moaned.
He now licking and sucking her neck leaving big hikes marks.
His hands were working on her body up and down back and forth. Her body felt so soft like cotton in his grip.
Sarah felt intoxicated by his kissing and caressing. She was now enjoying her breasts being fondled. Her panties getting moist. It felt so damn good.
James was kissing her like a madman. He inserted his hand in her dress and pinched her now erect n****e.
Ahhhh. This time she moaned properly.
He sucked her sweet tongue.
Her lips turned Blood red by his aggressive kisses.
He was about to pull down her dress to suck her t**s when Martha knocked on the door and entered the room.
Mam, I get a hot cup of coffee for you.
Ooo I'm so sorry she closed her eyes with her spare hand.
She just witnessed an erotic scene with her bare eyes. She runs out of the room immediately.
Sarah seized the opportunity to free herself from his grip and run to the closet locking the door behind.
I'm leaving for now hope you learned your lesson from misbehaving with me.
Next time be careful with your words.
Her heart was thumping in her chest loud enough to her ears.
What just happened to her.
She felt bewitched by him Like he cast a spell on her. She was ready to give him her whole being.
I was almost got f****d by him.
By this stranger, by my husband on paper. She thought.
- Writer
