HIS LEVERAGE

PLAYED FOR A FOOL

SYLVIA'S POV

Marvel drove me to his house, it was not as enormous as Zane's Mansion but it was definitely luxurious with just two bedrooms. He took me straight to his bedroom, I knew my way around because I had been there many times and I knew he was always alone on weekends because the servants were on leave.

“Your dress.” He said with a hiccup. “Take it off.”

I took more steps away from him until my back met the wall but he instantly filled the space between us and jammed his palm on the wall close to my ear blocking my escape.

“Take it off.” He grumbled against my neck.

I bit my lip painfully knowing I wouldn't be able to resist him. I always loved his possessiveness. He slid his other hand down my open back feeling my skin and grabbed my butt.

I slowly put my hand on my shoulders and pulled off the sleeveless. I wore nothing underneath so my bare breasts were in full view, the room was well lit but then he reached out and found a switch, plunging us into darkness.

He moved away from me, I could not see but I was sure his gaze was on me as I wriggled out of my dress removing my heels too. I heard the clank of his belt and shuffling as he took off his pants. He walked straight to me pressing his hard d**k against my body.

I had pulled off my panties but left my jeweleries. His palms quickly found my breasts and he squeezed. His shirt was still on so I reached out and started undoing his buttons.

My breathing was hitched now. His hot mouth found my neck and he traced my collar bone with his slick tongue. I moaned, tore off his shirt and dug my nails into his shoulders, so hard it could draw blood.

He removed his mouth quickly from my throat and fixed them furiously on my lips, consuming them in a fierce kiss. I could taste the alcohol in his mouth, I gasped, kissing in return and running my hand through his hair.

One hand left my t**s and he drove two fingers into my p***y with his thumb pressed hard against my c**t. I fought hard to break the kiss and moan loudly but he held me in Place driving his fingers in and out of me.

I was dripping wet and desire burned within me. Then he suddenly pulled out his fingers and stopped the kiss at the same time, leaving me hollow and wanting.

I grabbed his shoulders, moaning and breathing heavily. My knee buckled under me and I felt he enjoyed the way he made me tremble.

“Tell me you want it.” He groaned against my neck.

“I want it…” I moaned. I could feel his sweat slick body rubbing against mine.

In one swoop he picked me up and rammed his hard d**k into my p***y, my back flush against the wall. I yelled in pleasure and he kept ramming it in fast and precise.

I grabbed him, pressing my hard n*****s against his chest and kept moaning into his ears. “Harder Marvel…oh yes baby…”

He drove in harder, our naked sweat drenched bodies met each time with a satisfactory clapping sound. Marvel was wild when he was drunk and I loved it. He grabbed my butt driving his d**k faster in and out of my p***y.

My grip faltered and just as I felt I was about to come held he stopped abruptly pulling his d**k out. A moan stopped midway in my throat. I squeezed my p***y painfully, my body ached for more.

Marvel said nothing, instead he carried me effortlessly and dumped me on the bed. I laid face down on the bed, he grabbed my hip, raising it in an arc. He was going to f**k the hell out of me from behind. I slipped my upper body and widened my stance.

He tapped at my p***y with his d**k, with one hand he grabbed my tit then he slid his c**k in. I moaned in satisfaction. He held my hip in place and started f*****g me hard, his groin jamming into my butt cheeks.

“Marvel!…” I screamed. “Just like that baby…harder! Faster…yes! f**k me good!” I couldn't catch my breath.

He groaned in response and kept drilling me from behind, spanking me occasionally to which I would yell in pleasure.

Then he let out a grunt and increased his pace, he held my hips with two hands and kept ramming into me harder and faster than ever. My t**s bubbled back and forth underneath me. I felt it too. He was coming and so was I.

I gripped the duvet tightly as he kept f*****g me, them my grip faltered again and I closed my eyes. At that same moment he hit me hard then held me tightly in place.

I finally hit orgasm and moaned loudly feeling my c*m flowing out and then he discharged inside me f*****g me slowly till he withdrew and let me collaspe on the bed.

****

The next morning came and I woke up with Marvel's hand around my waist. I squirmed out from his grip, and sat upright on the bed. I thought about last night's s*x, it felt empty as if he f****d without emotions, like a performance.

I brushed the thought aside and went off to the kitchen for a drink of water. When I returned I found him typing away on his phone and smiling. Maybe it would be a good time to tell him about my approved scholarship application.

The moment I slid in bed next to him he fumbled on his phone and slammed it on the bed face down. Then I realized he had been hiding his phone from me, always face down. I winced as he grabbed my waist leaning in for a kiss.

“Good morning angel.” He mumbled into my neck.

I didn't respond, his phone buzzed but he didn't reach for it.

“Aren't you gonna get that?” I asked.

“No, nothing's too important than this moment.”

I pulled away but he reached on and pecked my cheek. “I have somewhere to be this morning. I love you.”

He pecked my forehead and got out of bed taking his phone along. Maybe he's planning a surprise. The last time Marvel hid his phone from me that way I later discovered it was because he was planning something big for me. Maybe that's all it is. A surprise.

I got home later and discovered I didn't tell Marvel about my approved scholarship application. I would surprise him in the evening. I didn't have much to do on Sunday, it was just as boring as my Saturdays.

I had face time with my mother and sisters then spoke with Elodie, she wanted me to help her get some study materials at a book shop which I would hand over to her on Monday.

When I got back from the shop I fell asleep from exhaustion. By the time I woke up it was almost 7 PM. I fixed myself a quick dinner and prepared to meet Marvel back at his apartment for the news.

His line was not reachable so I took a taxi to his place. I got into the building and moved with familiarity, I didn't knock, Marvel said I didn't need to plus his apartment was always open.

His bedroom door was almost ajar. But there was something different, something wrong. I heard moans, grunts and screams of pleasure.

I went close and stood in the gap. There on the bed was Marvel with another lady having s*x. He girdled her legs around him while he f****d her hard and passionately.

She moaned wildly urging him on. “Oh Marvel! Marvel! That's it! Harder!”

He listened, he went on hard. I stood watching, I couldn't really make out who she was. He was moving faster now, his naked butt contracted as he drove in and out. My heart screamed to interrupt, to leave. But my head wanted me to stay and I did. I stayed.

I watched as he trembled with pleasure, grunting loudly and touching the lady in a way he had never touched or reacted to me before. Finally he spoke.

“Oh Elodie…you're so f*****g sweet…”

My heart stopped for a second, I wasn't sure I heard right. Then for some reason Marvel turned his face towards the door and froze.

“Oh f**k!” He cursed.

Elodie scrambled up to see and just as instantly as our eyes met I turned moving straight out of the apartment.

ZANE'S POV

I watched from a safe distance but I could see her face. Emotionless. She walked like someone who was under the influence of a mind controller.

I had wanted to take a walk to meet Marvel having parked my car about a block away when I saw Sylvia exiting from the direction of where I was headed, face blank.

I didn't approach her but I knew she had found out. My phone buzzed, it was Marvel.

‘Dude I f****d up.’

I tucked my phone back in my pocket and stared at Sylvia's retreating back. I remembered when Marvel told me about her, fragile, dumb.

I decided against going to see him and walked back to my car. The Sylvia I just saw now changed my perspective. Marvel was wrong about her.