Filthy Little Desires

CHAPTER FIVE STORYII

My Sister's Husband Tasted Me

Wednesday morning arrived too fast.

Maya stood in the guest room staring at the small suitcase on the bed. She had packed light exactly like Richard told her, a few outfits, underwear, toiletries, and the new lingerie she had bought in secret two days earlier. Her hands were shaking as she zipped it closed.

Down the hall she could hear Sophia moving around, still trying one last time to change their minds.

Maya took a deep breath and walked out.

Sophia was in the kitchen, still in her pajamas, looking genuinely upset.

“I still don’t understand why I can’t come,” she said the moment she saw Maya. “Dad’s meetings can’t take the entire day. I could just stay in the hotel.”

Richard walked in behind Maya, already dressed in a dark travel suit, rolling his suitcase. His eyes met Maya’s for half a second, a silent reminder to stick to the story.

“Sophia, we’ve talked about this,” he said calmly. “It’s back-to-back meetings and client dinners. You would be sitting alone in a hotel room the entire time. It’s not a vacation.”

Sophia turned to Maya with pleading eyes. “And you really have to go to your grandparents? Can’t you stay with me instead?”

Maya forced the lie out even though it tasted bitter. “They’re expecting me. Grandma already planned everything. I’ll only be gone three days, I promise.”

Sophia sighed heavily and pulled Maya into a tight hug. “Fine. But you both owe me a full girls’ weekend when you get back.”

Maya hugged her back, guilt twisting hard in her stomach. Over Sophia’s shoulder she saw Richard watching them, expression unreadable.

They left the house twenty minutes apart, exactly as planned.

Maya took an Uber to the airport. Richard drove himself. They checked in separately, went through security separately, and only met again at the gate when boarding had already started. Richard’s fingers brushed the small of her back as they walked down the jet bridge, a brief, hidden touch that made her skin burn.

The flight was two and a half hours.

They sat side by side in first class. Richard worked on his laptop for most of it, but every now and then his hand would settle on Maya’s thigh under the blanket, high enough to make her breath catch. Once, when the flight attendant walked past, he slid his fingers between her legs and pressed against her panties, rubbing slow circles until she was wet and aching. He never looked away from his screen.

By the time they landed in Chicago, Maya was wound so tight she could barely walk straight.

The hotel was expensive and quiet. Richard had booked a large suite on a high floor with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. The second the door closed behind them, the atmosphere changed completely.

There was no more need to whisper.

No more listening for footsteps.

No more risk of Sophia walking in.

Richard dropped his suitcase, locked the door, and turned to face her.

“Clothes off.”

Maya’s fingers trembled as she pulled her sweater over her head, then her jeans, then her bra and panties. She stood naked in the middle of the expensive suite while Richard walked around her slowly, looking at every inch of her body like he was finally allowed to take his time.

“Three days,” he said quietly. “No interruptions. No one to hide from.”

He stepped closer, cupped her face, and kissed her deeply. The kiss was different from the rushed, desperate ones they had shared at home. This one was slower, hungrier, full of possession. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark.

“Get on the bed.”

Maya climbed onto the massive king-sized bed. Richard undressed without hurry, watching her the entire time. When he was naked he joined her, spreading her legs wide and settling between them.

He didn’t thrust into her right away.

Instead he spent a long time with his mouth on her, licking, sucking, teasing her c**t until she was shaking and begging. Only when she was dripping and desperate did he finally push inside her in one deep, controlled stroke.

Maya cried out freely for the first time.

The sound of her own voice moaning his name without having to muffle it felt almost as good as the way he filled her. Richard f****d her slowly at first, then harder, deeper, changing angles whenever he found one that made her voice break. He made her come twice before he finally let himself finish, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside her with a low, guttural groan.

They stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard.

Richard brushed damp hair from her face. “This is how it’s going to be for the next three days. I can take my time with you. I can make you scream. And no one is going to hear us.”

Maya’s throat felt tight. “I still feel guilty.”

“I know.” He kissed her softly. “But you’re still here.”

She was.

After they cleaned up, Richard ordered room service. They ate in bed, naked, the city lights glittering beyond the windows. Every so often he would reach over and touch her — a hand on her breast, fingers trailing between her legs, a slow kiss that tasted like wine.

Around ten, Maya’s phone buzzed.

It was Sophia.

**Sophia:** Missing you already. The house is too quiet. How’s grandma?

Maya stared at the message, guilt washing over her again. Richard took the phone from her hand, typed a short reply pretending to be her, and then put the phone on silent.

“No more guilt tonight,” he said. “Tonight you’re mine completely.”

He pulled her on top of him and let her ride him slowly while he watched her face. The second time he made her come, Maya’s voice cracked on his name. The third time he flipped her onto her stomach and f****d her from behind until she was sobbing with pleasure into the expensive pillows.

When they finally collapsed, sweaty and exhausted, Richard pulled her against his chest and held her tightly.

“Tomorrow I have meetings from nine until four,” he said quietly. “You’ll stay in the suite. I want you naked and ready for me when I get back.”

Maya nodded against his chest, already half-asleep.

She didn’t know yet that the next day would not go according to plan.

She didn’t know that by tomorrow night she would be in real danger, and Richard would have to show her a much darker side of himself to get her back.

But for now, in the quiet of the hotel suite, with his arms around her and his c*m still inside her, Maya let herself believe they had three perfect, secret days ahead.

Outside the window, the Chicago night waited.

And so did the first real threat to their secret.