Ruined in secret; Yes Daddies

Reward...

Lara.

" Were you with someone?" He asked, his hold around my neck tightening, and I felt it, as his nails dug deeper in my soft skin, it was surely going to leave a mark, and yet, that was the least of my concern.

With each passing second, I was finding it hard to breathe, and if that went on, I was surely going to die in his hands!

So, I did the only logical thing that I could to save my life. Well, I wasn't sure it would work, but I was going to try, anyway.

I nodded my head, up and down, moving my lips to whisper a desperate 'yes'.

Fuck! I hated how pathetic I looked, and especially so when he let go, and I almost went on my knees, gasping for air.

He stood there, the towel still in place around his waist, as he dusted off his hands, as if he had just touched something filthy.

" Who is it?" He questioned, and I by then, I had somehow gotten a grip over myself, my breath still shaky, but my cheeks had regained some colour.

To be honest, I was terrified. I nearly lost my life. But, did I regret getting finger-f****d by Ethan? f*****g no!

Would I do it again if I got another chance? No, moon! I wouldn't just do it. If I got the opportunity, I was going to go all the way, spread my legs wide open, record myself while moaning Ethan's name, and share it with Derek. Why not? Because that abusive son of a rat deserved not only that, but more.

" I asked you a question, Lara. who were you f*****g right now?" He asked, raising his hand to throttle me, again. And like hell I was going to let him. The only hand I was going to allow around my neck was my ex's as he pounded into me with all his might, as he pushed himself all the way in me as if his own sanity depended on it.

I swatted his hand away, and delivered a hot and resounding slap on his face, and when he was still dazed, unable to accept the fact that he'd been slapped, by me, his docile and trophy wife, I slapped him on the other side, so hard that my fingers turned red.

" Have you lost your mind?" He barked, his fury boiling over, and I laughed instead.

" No, you have lost your mind, Derek!" I spat, my voice filled with disdain.

" You are not only incompetent in bed, but you are also abusive!" I mocked.

" I wonder what the media outlets will say if they learned that the perfect Tates heir, Derek Tates strangled his wife to near-death." I whispered, and I watched in amusement as his face paled. Of course, to those rich and elite families, their reputations were everything. They'd do anything, selling their souls if necessary, just to guard their privately screwed personalities.

" You will breath not such a word to anyone, Lara!" Those words, they didn't even carry a warning, they carried a promise of doom, and looking at him, I had no doubt he would carry with his threat. He didn't even need to tell me the consequences I would face. I could imagine it, tongue cut, eyes gouged out, or a dead body recovered in the nearby community river. Those tales were as old as time. I didn't care.

"I have already endured a hell being your wife, Derek. What more? A death? Come on, be creative!" I mocked, and his jaws flexed.

" I didn't f*ck anyone, but I actually got finger-f****d!" I added, a sweet smile stretching at the corners of my lips.

" And yeah, it was amazing, nerve-wracking, record breaking. It was like nothing you'd ever made me feel, even with your d*ck." I added, and while he was there, seething in rage, fingers fisted, and jaws clenched, I walked into the bathroom, switched the shower on, and staring at my reflection in the mirror, with the low pressure water descending on my skin, I imagined Ethan's hands all over my body,

I imagined his mouth buried deep into my p***y, eating it out like failing to would have him dead the next second.

I inserted my finger into my p***y, gently rubbed it, repeated, closed my eyes, used my other free hand to press hardly on my breasts, rubbing them together, pinching them, and my finger movements became ragged, rough, hastened in and out my core.

My legs trembled as I imagine Ethan's huge c**k buried deep within me, slamming in and out, with force that had me going all breathless, and my legs weakened, trembled, and I slamned my naked back on the tiled wall, the cold wall biting on my skin, and yet, that did nothing to quench the fire in me.

I became more desperate, added another finger, whinned my waist up and down them, and loud and unfiltered moans tore past my lips as I imagined my legs placed above Ethan's shoulders, his two hands holding my full mounts as he served me thrusts after thrusts, and in the next second, I came, convulsing, moaning, gasping as I soaked in a current of ecstasy, courtesy of my ex.

And Derek, he was still in the bedroom, and yeah, he must have heard everything, and I didn't care. I hadn't turned the shower all the way up just for him to listen, after all. Otherwise, how would he know that I didn't need him to come undone? Well, if he knew I had imagined being ruined by my ex while pleasuring myself, he'd certainly faint from anger.

After coming out of the shower, thoroughly satisfied, I was clearly in good spirits, and I even hummed softly as I dressed up and applied my makeup.

On the other hand, Derek's face was red, and he looked like a block of ice. Judging from just his look, he must have heard it as I moaned, and somehow, in a very twisted way, that lifted my moods even higher.

I was actually feeling very sexy, and unlike the normal days, I decided to ditch my boring office suits and I wore a skirt, short, slightly above the knees, paired it with a white shirt, and a black overcoat.

And staring at my reflection in the mirror, I almost kissed my image were it not for Derek's stormy eyes. He was still there, watching me, but saying nothing.

Later, I grabbed my handbag, blew him a kiss, and stepped out.

Did I say? Red was Ethan's favourite colour on me, and as I stepped out of our house, I couldn't help but picture Ethan, seated near the window, watching my back.

Fuck! It would have been more fun if he would pull me behind the walls and give me a hot good morning kiss. Just the thought of it had my core throbbing.

As one of Derek's secretary's, I had my own office, and when I got at the company, I buried myself at work, and it was around noon when I received a call.

There was an emergency meeting. One of the company's chief shareholders was to be introduced to the team, in ten minutes.

By the time I got there, almost everyone was already seated. I took my seat opposite Derek's opened my laptop, and straightened my posture.

There was a seat next to his. It belonged to the chief shareholder, maybe.

It was not after thirty minutes of waiting, that the shareholders' presence was announced.

The footsteps sounded vaguely familiar, but with a touch of confidence and pride, but for some reason, my skin pickled as I waited for the reveal.

And when I saw his face, I almost fell off from my seat, clearly flustered.

It was Ethan. He was in an Italian suit, sharp and crispy, looking nothing like the naughty Ethan, who was finger-f*****g me early in the very morning, in my husband's bed.

To welcome him, everyone stood up, and Derek walked to the door, his posture straighted by respect as they shook hands.

Then his eyes found mine, and my core was rewarded with a heartbeat of its own as his eyes took me in, slowly, sensually, and I almost whimpered. Royal s**t! We were in a board meeting for everything breathings' sake!

" Your seat it right here, Mr Harts!" Derek ushered, pointing at the seat next to his.

Ethan shook his head, his eyes still on mine.

" Mr Derek, I think I prefer that seat more." He wore a smile as informed, already making his way to me.

" You can all take your seats!" Derek's voice was far and distant as he spoke. My whole mind was on Ethan. He was seated next to me, a smirk playing on his lips..

He was up to no good, and ... I gulped.

"The meeting begins, formally." Derek stated, and some department head stepped forward.

Then I felt it. I hand on my thighs, lifting my already short skirt...

He then separated my legs,

His eyes still focused on the presenter.

" Red is my favourite..." He whispered, sensually, and I clenched my legs.

" You still remember. ." He added, his fingers touching me over the pantie.

" The meeting is going to be long, " he added, and I couldn't keep my composure.

" Let me reward you for dressing especially for me, my Miss Lara."

" Let's pick from where we left..." And with that, he pushed two fingers in, under the desk, his eyes focused on the presenter,