Soul Tied to the Incubus King [Book I]

Let Me Help You With That

-- Cassidy POV --

"Cassidy, you're a shoo-in for this promotion," Beth said while sipping her coffee. "It's well deserved, and well over-due." To this, I give her a knowing look causing her to smirk. "Thanks, girl, I just need to get through this presentation tomorrow with the new client and if that goes well, Daniel said that the VP of Marketing position is mine, which is SUPER EXCITING and SUPER STRESSFUL," I state while waving my hands for emphasis. "Well, we all know that if anyone in this office can charm our new investor, it would be you." "I have to agree with you on that Beth." A male voice comes from overhead, interrupting our conversation. Daniel stands in the doorway of my office with a smile. "How are you doing this morning ladies?" He gently asks. "We're fine Daniel, and of course you know Cassidy is working like crazy, hence why I shall take my leave and let her get back to work," Beth responds, while hopping on my desk and sliding past Daniel out the door. I couldn't help but laugh, Beth always had a flair about her that made her not only fun but easy to like and be around. She was also very beautiful. Men couldn't get enough of her long blonde hair, blue eyes, and yoga trainer physic, but beyond all of that, she was extremely intelligent and had become a great friend to me over the years. "What are we gonna do with that one?" "I have no idea, but I need to find out soon for the safety of my desk." I laugh.

Daniel smirked slightly as he closed the door and came to sit across from me. "So how are you feeling about tomorrow?" I put my pen down and look up at him. "Great, as if I wasn't nervous enough, I now have my boss hovering over me." "Not hovering, just...eh...monitoring," Daniel responds with a slight smile on his face. "I know you're going to be a superstar tomorrow Cassidy..you always are." Daniel gets up from the chair and sits on my desk closing the space between us. He brushes his leg against mine, and I immediately begin to feel uncomfortable. "Why don't we go out for drinks later, you know, to help ease your mind about the presentation?" I knew where this was going. This wasn't the first time that he has made a pass at me. "Daniel" I choose my words carefully. "I don't think that or THIS is appropriate." "What's appropriate between friends?" He said taking his hand and placing it over mine and I quickly move it.

"I'm married "

"As am I"

"Right...but I actually love my spouse."

As soon as I said it, I regretted it. Daniel hopped up from the table and glared at me. "You know you might want to be careful Cassidy, Affirmative Action may have gotten your people into the door, but it won't land you the VP position. Only I can do that! Oh and make sure to cover up the tattoos and piercings tomorrow." He looks at me with disgust before storming out of the office, slamming the door behind him. My lip begins to quiver.

Don't you dare cry

I say to myself, but I can't help it and I rush to the bathroom to clean my face. When I arrive, Beth is in the bathroom fixing up her makeup, and before I can even say a word she runs over and hugs me. "Hey, hey it's alright." She soothes me, and I silently cry. "Look at me, whatever it is, we can figure it out. What's the matter? Is it that husband of yours?" I stare into Beth's eyes seeing her concern, and I want to swallow myself whole.

YOURS!

I want to scream at her. Not my husband, but yours! But I can't bring myself to say it. I knew it would devastate Beth if she knew what had been happening between Daniel and me, and I couldn't hurt her. I also was terrified of losing her as a friend. What if she blamed me? What if she didn't believe me that I hadn't led him on in any way and that I rejected every advance, endured every grope, inappropriate and often racist comment out of fear of being fired and losing someone who had become a best friend to me? No, I couldn't tell her. "Yeah, you know Mark. I just miss us spending time together." I lie while gaining my composure. The truth was however, it wasn't a complete lie. I did miss my husband. Lately, we had been like to ships in the night, constantly passing one another. "Hmm...well when Danny and I get like that. I normally cook a nice dinner, wear something sexy, and seduce the hell out of him." She laughs, and I force one back all the while trying not to vomit at hearing Daniel's name. "Yeah...no I can't seduce...I'm horrible at it." "Woman, have you seen yourself?" She turns me towards the mirror. "You are STUNNING! Any man ...or woman" she pokes "Would be SO lucky to have you and Mark is that lucky man. And I know that he ADORES you. So get you a latex outfit and f**k his brains out." I burst out laughing at her statement. Beth always had a way of making you feel confident and better about yourself. Addeline WAS staying with Mark's sister for the night, so I maybe I would take Beth up on her idea.

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I was so nervous I had to take a shot of tequila to calm my nerves. Mark would be home soon, and the outfit I was wearing was not only revealing, but it was outright kinky. I wasn't sure how he would take the surprise, in the five years of our marriage, we had never tried anything different, and our lovemaking had become very routine. I heard the door slam and took a deep breath. This was it. "Hey baby have you se-" Mark stops short when he sees me. He continues to stare with his mouth hanging out and for a second I feel nervous. I took Beth's advice and bought a black latex bra and thong set and paired it with kinky mistress boots. This was new to me, and in some ways, it felt foreign, but at the same time, having Mark stare at me in awe turned the nervousness into desire. I felt wanted, and that made me feel sexy. "Ca-Cassidy what are you wearing?" He stutters out. "You like it?" I ask while standing up to face him. "Yes, yes I do." he manages to get out. I kiss his neck and run my nails down his back causing him to groan slightly. "Prove it." I whisper in his ear. He grabs my face and kisses me, hard and a wave of excitement flows throw me. He pushes me back onto the bed, and I use my ass to slide upwards all the while keeping my eyes on him. He opens my legs and pressed himself against me kissing me again. I break our kiss and start working on the buttons of his shirt deciding halfway through to just rip it off. I straddle him, grinding my hips slowly over his jeans and I can feel his d**k press against me. I lift slightly so he could undo his jeans, and I hear his boots hit the floor. I stare at my husband. He was so handsome. Green eyes, dark brown skin, full lips, and a body that made it clear he worked hard. As if he read my mind, he looks me in the eyes and says "I have such a beautiful wife." and pulls me forward to continue kissing me. He flips me over, finishes removing his jeans, pushes my thong to the side, and immediately enters me. I wince a bit from the pain of not being fully wet. "Mark maybe we could-" my statement is interrupted by him kissing me again. Mark continues to quickly stroke inside of me, climaxing within a few seconds. He lays on top of me, and I want to cry. This was our love life. No spontaneity, no foreplay, no orgasms for me. Mark rolls off of me and kisses my forehead. "I'm going to take a shower." He says before getting out of the bed. "Mark I was hoping, we could have had more foreplay...or like taken it a little slower..something," I say sitting up. "Yeah, well I just got off of work and gotta go back in the morning so." Mark rambles off while rubbing his head.

"So do I"

"Yeah, but it's not like you actually have to work hard or something."

There is was. The part of my marriage no one ever sees. The part that sometimes makes these four walls unbearable. Mark walks to the bathroom and I walk to use the other one down the hall. I stare at myself in the mirror. This was my life. On the outside, it looked perfect but honestly what doesn't? I take the latex, flinging it into the trash. I hop in the shower and attempt to wash my hair, but I'm lost in thought. When did this happen? When did I become a rug for people to walk all over? It wasn't always this way, we were once so in love, so crazy about one another. Things changed once Mark got his degree and became an architect. That's when the microaggressions began. Comments here and there about my job, my parenting, my family, my friends. Mark picked apart any and everything in my life, and that I did until I slowly became a shell of who I was. I dry my eyes, hop out of the shower, put on my robe, and head to my home office.

I can't be near him right now.

I sit at the computer and attempt to work on my presentation for tomorrow. It was already done, but I could really use the distraction. I frown at the computer, my legs shifting in my chair than in a frustrated huff, lay my head on my desk. I reach up and slowly caress the space between my breast. This was also a part of my marriage. Where I'm left so unfulfilled and flustered that I have to fix it myself. I open the bottom drawer of my desk, pulling out my purple vibrator, then lean back into my chair. I close my eyes and let the soft vibration of the toy rotate against my c******s. My mind goes to my dreams, about my nighttime lover. I want to be asleep right now. I want to be touched by him. I want an orgasm like only he could give me. I moan softly, getting wetter just thinking of him. Electricity shoots through me, and I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I feel a hand slowly slide down my left breast, and then another over my hand the toy is it. A tongue lightly flicks my ear before taking the toy out of my hand, continuing where I left off.

"Let me help you with that." I hear a voice say, and immediately I know it's him.