Broken Lovers

Chapter 8

I couldn't forget what happened that night. Even the conversation-turned-fight I had with Liam about how distant I had become wasn’t enough to take my mind off it. I was feeling horny for a person who hated me, who was blackmailing me, who mockingly mistreated me and probably had worse to come.

The name Joanna flashed on my cell screen. I’d given my blackmailer a woman's name just in case Liam saw. The message was short and sweet.

Stay away. Wait for the next text.

Five days passed and my phone became an extension of my hand. I felt Liam lightly touch my shoulders, which brought me back to the present. He licked my right ear. Within minutes, I was laid back on his desk between legal case files with my legs wide open. With little ceremony, he eased his c**k deep inside me and then proceeded to f**k me at a very fast pace. I have no recall how long it was before I felt him erupt inside me because all the time I was thinking of only one person: my blackmailer. I was imagining he was the one f*****g me hard.

"That was our best yet," Liam said, rearranging his clothes. I was still lying on the office desk. legs splayed with c*m dribbling down towards my ass crack, looking at the white ceiling and trying to put my thoughts in order. An impossible task.

*****

My phone started vibrating just as I came out of the shower. I was sure that it would be Liam and so I almost dropped it when I saw it was him. I opened the text and smiled. I’d lost my mind. There was no other logical explanation.

I left work much earlier than usual to have a warm shower and prepare myself. My back had healed, save for one or two light scars, and I felt good. I slathered myself with body cream, vanilla scent. As I rubbed it in, I admired myself in the mirror. Perky t**s, hard n*****s, flat tummy and a neatly trimmed landing strip. What more could a man want? Yes, today’s going to be the day I’ll have s*x with him, I thought. And who knows? In time I’ll turn him around and he’ll forget his threat.

But it was not to be. My panties were practically glued to my crotch when I arrived, but nobody opened the door, and after forty minutes I returned home feeling flat and disappointed. Mom was sleeping peacefully in her room, so I went to my room and took off my clothes. I was still incredibly horny, and once in bed, my fingers soon found my p***y. I rubbed myself very hard, imagining it was my blackmailer fingering me roughly and treating me badly, and after just a couple of minutes, I had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.