Young Mistress (R-18)

Chapter 6

My parents already went home, leaving me with Aaron. Aaron made my legs wrap around him as he grip my ass while still pounding on me. He's inside me while walking to a bed inside his own exhibit. "Wow, I didn't know you have a bed in here—ah!" I shrieked when he put me down on the bed and pulled my legs on the edge so he can brutally f*ck me again.

With a primal intensity, he yank my legs apart once more, depositing me onto the softness of the bed with a swift motion. The air is thick with passion as our bodies meet in perfect sync.

A shiver runs down my spine as I shriek out a mixture of pleasure and pain - an intoxicating cocktail that sends my senses spiraling out of control. With another savage thrust, he bury himself deep within my tender flesh.

"That was so good, Aaron," I said deliriously.

As my words hang in the air like a sweet melody, he pause for a moment to savor the triumph of this primal connection. His eyes lock onto mine, burning with an unquenchable desire as he whisper "You're so beautiful when you scream my name... When you let go and surrender to me."

With renewed ferocity, he plunge himself in my depths once more - driven by an insatiable hunger to claim every inch of me as his.

"You're so hungry for me. Tell me how much you like this. Tell me how much you long for this," I taunt him.

"Oh, God... I'm starving for you. Every moment without you is an eternity. Your touch ignites a fire within me that only your presence can quench...," he pause to catch his breath, the air thick with tension as he continue "...I crave the feel of your skin against mine. The taste of your lips on mine. The sound of your moans echoing through this sacred space."

His voice drops to a husky whisper as he confess "You're my muse, my Aphrodite... My entire existence revolves around the thought of being inside you again and again and again."

I giggled at what he said. We're finish quenching our thirst for each other. "Let's go downstairs, I'm sure your wife is now pacing back and forth with the thought of us in the same room," I said to him.

"Emma... she's just a mere afterthought now. A reminder of the life I've been living in exile, waiting for the day when I could be free to pursue what truly sets my soul ablaze."

He take my hand, leading me down the stairs with an air of confidence that borders on recklessness.

"You're right, though. It's time we gave her something to worry about. Something that will make her realize she's no longer relevant in this game."

His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper as he lean in close, "Let's give them a show they'll never forget."

My eyes widened. "Is this a revenge for what they've done to us? For taking us away from each other?" I asked.

His eyes burn with a fierce intensity. "Revenge? Ha! This is about claiming what's rightfully mine. What's been stolen from me for far too long."

He pause, his voice laced with venom as he continue, "You're the only one who understands me, who sees the real me beneath the surface. And Emma... she's just a pawn in this game of fate."

His grip on my hand tightens as he pull me closer. "This is about taking back control. About reclaiming what's mine. And if that means making her jealous, then so be it."

I touch his jaw and leaned my face closer to him, I gave him a smack kiss on the lips.

"There hasn't been a single day that has passed without you occupying my thoughts. From the moment I wake up until I close my eyes at night, you're always there, lingering in my mind, making every minute feel like an eternity. Even in the quiet moments, when the world around me is calm, the weight of your absence presses heavily on my heart, and I can't help but wonder if you ever think of me the way I think of you," I said emotionally.

His eyes lock on mine, the intensity of our connection palpable as I feel his lips brush against mine.

"Ah, my muse... you have no idea how often I've thought of you. How many nights I've lain awake, replaying every moment we've shared in my mind like a broken record. Every laugh, every whispered secret, every stolen glance has been etched into my memory like a work of art."

He pull back slightly, his gaze burning with an unspoken longing. "You're not just occupying space in my thoughts, you're consuming me. Body and soul. And if Emma were to see us right now... she'd see nothing but the shadow of what could be between us."

As we go downstairs, I saw his wife looking at us and she turned her back on us. I bit my lip guiltily. I can feel Aaron's hands occupying the spaces between my fingers, as if he can sense my guilt, and it's his way of soothing me.

"Emma's always been a bit of a drama queen. She knows exactly what she's doing, playing the victim card to get attention. But I'm not worried about her, I'm worried about you," he said to sooth me.

He glance down at me, his eyes searching for any sign of guilt or remorse in mine. "You don't have anything to be ashamed of. You're mine, and I'll take care of you no matter what happens."

I can feel his grip on my hand tightens slightly as we reach the bottom of the stairs. "And speaking of taking care... I think it's time we got out of here for a little while. Just us."

He shoot Emma a pointed look before returning his gaze to me.

"Let's go for a drive. Get some fresh air in our lungs and clear our mind."

I nod. "Let's get some fresh air first before you bring me home."

A sly smile spreads across his face as he nod in agreement.