DIRTY DESIRES: A Collection Of Erotic Stories

Five: Thinking about the stranger

That night was supposed to be a one time thing.

One decision she was never going to think about again the moment she stepped back through her front door and returned to her real life and her real husband and her perfectly suffocating normal existence.

That was the agreement she had made with herself on the drive home, still sore and satisfied but her mind had not agreed to any of it.

Ir had been one full week and she could not stop thinking about him and it was driving her mad.

In the shower? He was there behind her closed eyelids.

Trying to sleep? He was there in the dark every time she closed her eyes, and she would lie on her side of the bed in the dark listening to Daniel's soft even breathing beside her and stare at the ceiling and feel the ghost of hands on her skin that did not belong to her husband and could not stop feeling them no matter how many times she told herself to stop.

Sitting at her laptop trying to focus on job applications, sending emails to every company in the city that had an opening remotely related to her field? He was still f*****g there.

She had sent three emails to the wrong addresses in one day and had not even noticed until the bounce back notifications came through because her mind refused to stay where she put it.

And now...now on a completely ordinary Sunday evening, riding her husband's d**k while he made his soft encouraging sounds beneath her? The bastard was still living rent free in her head and she knew he didn't plan on leaving anytime soon.

She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, blocking out the sight of her husband's kind face.

In the darkness of her mind, the features changed.

The hair grew longer, darker. The eyes became a piercing, predatory blue. The body on top of hers became heavier, more muscular, more hotter.

Daniel's hands found her breasts, his palms soft as he cupped the heavy mounds, his thumbs brushing over her n*****s in a teasing caress.

"You feel so good baby," He whispered, his voice full of love.

Seraphina let out a moan that was half-pleasure, half-frustration.

In her head, those weren't Daniel's hands. They were rougher, the fingers thicker, gripping her t**s with a possessive force.

She imagined him twisting her n*****s, pulling on them until she cried out, the sharp pain shooting straight to her c**t, her breathing coming in ragged gasps.

Daniel leaned forward to take one of her n*****s into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak but Seraphina didn't feel the gentle suction of her husband's mouth.

She felt the wet heat of a stranger's tongue, rough and demanding, laving at her skin before teeth clamped down hard.

Another cry crawled out of her throat.

She continued bouncing up and down, chasing an orgasm that felt just out of reach and Daniel groaned, his control fracturing as her p***y clenched around him.

He squeezed her breasts again, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and for a split second, the real sensation and the fantasy aligned.

Seraphina's eyes rolled back in her head. She imagined him looking down at her, watching his c**k disappear inside her, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her fall apart.

She imagined the dirty things he would say to her, the degrading, beautiful words that would make her feel like a filthy slut and a queen all at once.

The pressure built low in her belly, a tight knot of heat that was ready to snap. She was so close.

She focused on the image of him—the way his muscles had bunched as he drove into her, the way his sweat had dripped onto her skin, the—

Daniel leaned up to kiss her and she kissed back harder than she usually did and Daniel made a pleased surprised sound against her mouth and she felt guilty about it for approximately half a second before the guilt disappeared.

She moved faster. Chasing the image she had built behind her closed eyes with everything she had, her hands braced flat on Daniel's chest, her lip caught between her teeth and suddenly, an orgasm crashed through her.

Her whole body shuddered uncontrollably, hips grinding down hard and desperate as wave after wave broke through her and she rode every single one of them out with her head thrown back and her chest heaving and her eyes screwed shut with her mind still stubbornly somewhere else.

When it finally let her go she collapsed forward onto Daniel's chest, her palms flat against his skin, breathing like she had just ran a marathon.

The room was quiet except for the sound of their harsh breathing.

"Sera, that was... incredible."

Daniel pressed his lips against hers again, soft and warm and so genuinely happy that the guilt crept back into her chest before she could stop it.

She smiled against his mouth anyway and pushed it back down to wherever it had come from because she was not dealing with that tonight.

She disconnected their lips and slid off him, dropping onto her back beside him, but he immediately reached over and pulled her close, tucking her against his chest until her cheek was pressed against his skin and she could hear his heartbeat slowing back down to normal.

He pressed a kiss to her temple and let out a long breath.

"So," she started, tilting her head to look up at him, "how was work? Your boss still giving you a tough time?"

The sigh that left Daniel was answer enough before he even opened his mouth.

Seraphina's eyes narrowed.

He looked tired.

She had noticed it all week and had been waiting for him to bring it up himself. He never did. He never complained about anything which was both one of the things she loved about him and one of the things.

"The f**k is wrong with him?" she said, pushing herself up onto her elbow to look at him properly. "Why is he trying to make your life miserable just because he happens to be the one with the title?"

"Sera—"

"No seriously. You go in there every single day and give everything you have and he makes it harder than it needs to be for absolutely no reason. What is his problem?"

"It's not a big deal," Daniel said calmly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

She swatted his hand away gently.

"It is a big deal. You come home looking like this every night and you tell me it's not a big deal."

"Baby." He gave her a look. "That's just how he is. Every person in that office will tell you the same thing. He's not singling me out. He's like that with everyone."

"That makes it worse not better."

"All that matters is the money," he said simply. "I'm just an employee. I don't expect him to be my best friend or take me out for drinks after work. I just need to do my job and get paid."

"Because he's your boss doesn't mean he gets to treat you like s**t," Seraphina scowled, sitting up fully now because lying down felt too casual for how irritated she was getting. "I don't care how much money he has or what his title is. Basic human decency doesn't cost anything."

Daniel sat up too, smiling at her in that soft way he had that she could never quite decide if it warmed her or frustrated her. Usually both simultaneously.

"He doesn't treat me like s**t, baby. He's just very strict. He expects everything to be perfect and he doesn't apologize for that. It's not personal." He paused for a second, "Also I spoke to him about you."

Seraphina blinked.

"Sorry?"

"I spoke to him about you."

"Why would you speak to that piece of s**t about me?" she demanded, her voice a mix of confusion and defensive irritation.

The idea of her personal life being a topic of discussion with his tyrant of a boss made her skin crawl.

"Because I know how much you hate sitting at home. I know you hate the whole housewife thing, don't even try to deny it. I know how much your independence means to you and I know how desperate you are to find something." He shrugged one shoulder. "So I mentioned you"

Seraphina opened her mouth.

"And he wants to meet you on Monday," Daniel finished.

She blinked again.

"Hell no."

Daniel laughed.

"Sera—"

"I'm serious Daniel. Hell. No." She pulled the sheet up around herself, "I have been looking for a job for weeks. But I am not working for a man who treats his employees like s**t"

"He's not that bad—"

"You literally just spent five minutes sighing about him."

"I sigh about lots of things."

"Daniel."

"Sera." He matched her tone perfectly, the corner of his mouth still curved. "Look, you want a job and he has one available and it would genuinely be good for you. The company is solid, the position is exactly what you have been looking for and the pay—" He raised his eyebrows, "the pay would make your eyes water. In a good way."

She said nothing.

"I am never going to force you into anything," He continued, his voice gentling.

"You know that. If you say no right now I will drop it completely and never bring it up again. But just... go see him first. If you walk in there and your gut says no then you say no and that's the end of it. But at least give it a chance before you decide."

Seraphina looked at him for a long moment.

He looked back at her with those steady patient eyes of his and waited.

She exhaled through her nose.

"Fine," she said flatly.

Daniel's whole face lit up and she pointed a finger at him immediately.

"Do not look that pleased with yourself."

He chuckled.

"What's his name again?" she asked, reaching over to grab her water from the bedside table.

"Aaron," Daniel answered. "Aaron Voss."

Seraphina's heart skipped.