Erotic Bliss

Chapter 1

Abigail

In my apartment, after finishing yet another bowl of chocolate ice-cream and custard, watching the heart wrenching end of  'If Only', tears stream down my face. I switch off the TV and try to make my way from the lounge to my room in the dark with a blurry vision due to the tears. I walk facing down. Trying to avoid kicking anything or envisioning any demons.

I open my bedroom door, walk in and switch on the light. I look around my white and nude painted and decorated room for a split second. I close my eyes, lean against the wall and inhale deeply. Digging my nails into my hair, I look up and groan out of frustration.

I walk into my bathroom, switching on the lights and turn on the hot water in the shower. I look into the mirror, my eyes are red and puffy and my face looks half dead. I turn on the sink tap and splash water on my face. My body feels numb and weak from all the crying I've been doing and the state of my heart is not any better than how my body feels.

I turn off the tap in my shower and head off to bed. Not in the mood of doing anything else, but sleep. I change into my grey and pink poker dotted bum shorts with a grey vest, no bra. I get into my safe haven of thick blankets and sigh. My sigh turns into sobs which turns into full blown crying. Today has been an exhausting day. I close my eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks, memories of what had happened earlier on today replay in my head;

I was in Mike's apartment, waiting for him to come back home from work. I cancelled my Friday night shift,  so I could spend the night with Mike. I mean I lost quite a bank of cash because the nights tips are normally ten times higher than usual, but it is all worth it when it comes to my Mikey.

I got into his apartment before he arrived. We both have spare keys to one another's apartments so I could get in his with no hassle. I had put on the black, sexy Victoria's Secret angel outfit I bought for him. It would be the first time Mikey sees me in lingerie so I really hoped that he would liked it. I'm not really a make-up fan, so I went as far as putting on red, matt lipstick and mascara.

I cooked for him his favourite meal, Spaghetti bolognese. I bought him Caramel flavoured Woolworths cake and stored it away in the fridge in case he had a change in mind of what he wanted for dessert. I was straightening out my outfit in the mirror when I heard the door click open. I tried to quickly run down to him, but the heels wouldn't allow it. So instead I cat-walked my way down the stairs to him. When he finally saw me walking down the stairs, I tried to make my walk more seductive. All he did was give me one look over with a hint of irritation and disgust and continued into the kitchen.

It was as if he didn't recognize my existence. My heart sunk and it felt like a million needles were having their way to my heart. All my time and efforts down the drain in a matter of split seconds. I walked down the stairs and tried to catch up to him. I did not want to focus on my feelings too much, it was Mike's day and I was going to make it special. Maybe he just had a bad day at the office. I walk up behind him, pasted a smile on my face and start conversing with him, in hopes to cheer him up.

"I made your favourite. Spaghetti Bolognese!" I say circling my arms around his waist, trying to boost his mood.

"Christina, I am really not in the mood, so can you please just..." he says yanking my arms from around him.

"Who? Christina? Mike, who is Christina?" I ask backing away, feeling rejected, and hurt.

The stunned look on his face said it all. He knew he was caught, the cats was out the bag. He was cheating on me!!!!

"Mike, are you cheating on me?" I asked, knowing damn right, I was right! I couldn't stop my bottom lip from trembling. The motions washed over me. The tears held by my eyelids, one blink and I was done for.

"No babe, that's not what I..." He tried to reason, tried to take hold of my hands, but before he could even finish off his excuse and touch me with those filthy hands. I ran out into the cold night and into my car. In nothing but my Victoria's Secret lingerie and heels, driving home...

Thunder rumbles from afar, breaking me from my train of thoughts, then the clouds start coming down. Pouring hard onto my roof.

I close my eyes and I feel my heart breaking into thousands of pieces all over again.

Oceans of questions flooding through my mind.

"How could he?"

"Was I just pawn to him?"

"Did he even care about me?"

"How many other girls has he been with?"

"Did I do something wrong?"

My shoulders continue to tremble as my cheeks are drenched with tears. In a matter of seconds, the darkness consumes me and I am taken to the land of emptiness...

~

I feel my bed dip down, someone is crawling onto the bed. I then feel a set of hands crawling up my calfs to my thighs in soft, little tingles. Reality then settles in, this feels too  real for this to be a dream, who the hell is touching me? My senses peak, what do I do? , do I fight back, do I just lay here. This is the worst day, I am horrified, tears start streaming down my face again and I feel stuck. Don't move Abby, just stay calm. My underwear is pulled down and I start to tremble. I am left in nothing but my vest. My heart beat starts to pick up pace. I feel a metallic texture around my ankles, then the pair of hands continues their voyage to the arch of my butt, lightly massaging them in a familiar way. I begin to relax a little, I know this touch. A touch I've grown to love, well now hate.

I tried to get up, but my ankles are now cuffed to the bed posts. I squeeze my eyes tight, not ready to face the reality of looking into his captivating eyes. Even if I tried to scream no one would hear me in this thunderous rain. I then feel feather-like kisses on my cheeks going all the way down to my neck.

(play 'love me harder' by Ariana Grande)

"Aren't you going to look at me babe?"The familiar hoarse voice says.

I open my eyes to the intense gaze of my boy... Of Mike's eyes.

"What do you want?" I ask in a low voice. My breathes, deeper and longer.

"I want you." he simply says, going back to work and littering my neck with soft and hard, love bite kisses alternatively.

"Mike, I am serious. What do you want and what do you think you're doing?" I ask arching my back and kicking my legs in an attempt to get him off of me, but my actions are futile because it just gave him access to what he wants.

"I told you, I want you." he responds with a smirk on his face nibbling on the base of my neck.

In annoyance I start jingling my body around, but to no avail, Mike presses my waist down with his hands. Hovering on top of me in absolutely nothing but his boxes.

I struggle against his hands, then he presses his groin against my p***y looking straight into my eyes and groans out. I immediately stop all sorts of movement and breathing seems like an impossible task to complete.

In a shallow voice, taking in deep breathes, I ask once again,"Mike?" I call out.

"Moan out my name, bunny." he groans out.

I take another breath in, trying to remain composed. "What do you want?"

I ask calmly.

"I already told you..." I give him a stern look, which makes him sigh and slouch his shoulders, whilst holding himself up on top of me.

"Look bunny, it isn't what you think it is. I swear I was not cheating. I promise, please forgive me." He says, pleading with his eyes for forgiveness.

"Then what is it Mike? Since it's not cheating what do you call that!" I say slightly raising my voice in annoyance, feeling my anger rise by the second. Looking at him straight in the eye with vengeance.

"Look bunny, I get that you are mad at me, but you will not raise your voice at me. Is that understood?" He warns.

I shrink back into my bed and look away. All of my fire extinguished instantly.

"There's this girl at work who keeps on trying her luck with me. At lunch, she would randomly come and sit on my lap, but I remove her." He retaliates quickly. "The last two weeks she would show up to my apartment. I don't know how she got a hold of my keys, but yeah. Last week when she broke in and I kicked her out she said that she would see me again on a more special occasion. She is persistent and its annoying. And I know you don't really like lingerie, so when I saw the Victoria's Secret outfit, I immediately thought it was her. I really didn't mean to offend or hurt you, babe. I am really sorry. "

I stare into his eyes having no words to say. I lay there with thousands of questions in my head. As in, Why didn't he tell me sooner? Did he rehearse this? Is it just a lie?

Brought back to reality and not realizing that he took off his boxers he rubs his d**k up and down my c**t. Predictably, I moan, all questions are thrown out of the window.

He continues his assault, then pushes his d**k's head into my entrance "Do you forgive me bunny?" He asks.

At this point all I can think of is his long, hard d**k thrusting into me. I raise my hips, so more of him can enter me, but he pushes me back down. Rubbing it against my c**t and back down to my entrance, lubricating his d**k with my juices.

Whispering with his husky voice, he asks again:"I said do you forgive me bunny?"

Being as stubborn as I am, I close my eyes and look away. He does the same thing, slowly entering me with his hard yet soft d**k. This time going in just a little more deeper. I throw my head back, squeezing my eyes. The breathtaking feeling of his d**k widening my walls, the sensation of the grip of my walls around his d**k ripples through my body causing a moan of relief to escape my  lips.

"Are you sure you want to do that honey?" he asks ready to pull out; however, I stop him in his tracks by rising my hips.

He then chuckles and asks again: "Do you forgive me?"

Feeling hopeless and defeated I finally respond; "Yes daddy, I do." I breathe out in frustration.

"Good." He breathes into my ear. His animal instincts kick in.

He slowly enters his d**k into my tight sugar walls. Breathing out heftily I soak up every inch of his luscious d**k until he is balls deep inside of me. He pulls out just to plunge into me even harder, but at the same, steady and slow pace. Making circular movements with his hips, pistoning into his bunny hole.

He then arches his back, lifting his chest off mine to plunge deeper into my p***y.

"Mmmm," I muffle out. "Mike."

"Yes, baby." he responds to my chant.

Just savouring this moment, every curve of his back, every curve of his packs, every feeling that he makes me feel. I breathlessly muffle out incoherent words.

"Ohh mmmm gggg, Mike."

Our fantom noises muted by the rolling thunder and shatter of rain against the roof.

He picks up the pace, making him love me even harder - deeper. I grab onto the chains, he placed on my wrist, looking for some sort of anchor. Tears of pleasure swelling up my eyes.

"Honey?" Mike breathes into my ear picking up the pace.

"Yes, daddy?" I half scream.

"Do you love me?" he asks.

"Mmmm." I reply.

"I want to hear you say it, bunny." he says plunging into me at sonic speed. I can feel the difference now, we are no longer making love, he is f*cking me, and right.

"Mike!" I scream out from the sudden change of mood and pace.

"Answer me, bunny." He demands.

"Yes daddy, I do." I answer hastily.

"You do what?" he persists for me to say the words.

"Ohhh daddy, I'm about to come!" I scream out.

And just as I'm about to hit the big O, he pulls out.

A big wave of frustration floods over me, I try to reach out for him, but just to be reminded that I am handcuffed, breathing heavily and looking him straight in the eye. "What was that for?" I ask seethingly.

Breathing heavily, he responds with sweat masking his forehead and abs. "You didn't answer my question."

"Yes, Mike, I love you."I say lifting my hips to his.

"Good." he responds.

He enters me, and I gladly welcome the intrusion. My loud moaning being confirmation of this.

He starts slow again to get me riled up. He continues with slow, strong strokes, charging the juices out of me. The soft and hard contradiction of his p***s takes me to another dimension. A world of no limits and no oxygen because this is breath taking. He lifts my shirt and snakes his fingers around my boobs and squeezing them. He massages them, then ravishes them in his mouth. Sucking the life out of them, nibbling on them with his teeth. While the other jiggles with my c**t. Taking me to cloud nine and above to cloud O.

"Ohh Mike, please." I praise.

"Yes, baby grip onto daddy." he responds.

I feel the ripples of relief, calmness and bliss erupt throughout my body.

I swiftly come down from cloud nine, leaving my body numb. Mike still pounding into me to bring him to his own heaven. And not a minute later he groans to the heavens finishing off.

He uncuffs me. I then mount him and insert his sloppy d**k into me. I lay my head down on his chest.

" I love you." I whisper.

He rubs my back and responds saying; "I love you more sweetheart."

That being the end of our fairytale of the night we fall into deep, beauteous sleep.

As rain lightly beats its way into the morning.