"Get the hell away from me."
Her lips crept an arrogant smile as she walked closer to me, I could smell her fragrance levitating off of her skin. My legs weakened as her finger tips grazed against my lower area so smoothly.
Lord knows I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her till she was unconscious, but I knew that my heart was with someone else. My beautiful wife and kids were at home awaiting for my return, but devil's like her made it a challenge for me to do the right thing.
"Don't fight it baby, just let it happen."
"I'm fucking married, you should be ashamed of yourself."
I stared at her in disgust, I needed to pray for this girl right now...shit I needed to pray for myself too.
"Ashamed for what? You want me as bad as I want you, don't lie now Mrs. Fenty." She stepped closer backing me up against the wall.
"We belong together." She whispers in my ear, her hands grasped mine and guides it down her body slowly. I felt the goosbumps forming on her skin when she reached her thighs, I wanted to snatched away so badly, but my body was curious to know what was she going to do next.
She trailed my hand up her skirt and my heart began thumping harshly. I'm so fucking stupid! Why haven't I stopped her yet?! Why am I letting her control me like this?!
I choked on air when her warmth brushed back and forth on my fingers. I inhaled and exhaled slowly feeling myself harden inside my dress pants. Jesus please have mercy on my soul.
I cursed to myself once she dropped my hand from hers still wearing that same damn smirk on her face. Her brown eyes burned through mine and I looked away already feeling ashamed of myself. Guilty because I let her get that far. God why me? Her hands cupped my chin tilting my head up.
"Just because I haven't reacted yet, it doesn't mean that all is forgotten. I'm just waiting for the right moment and that should scare the hell out of you."
I gulped as her lips brushed against my cheek.
"I am your mistress."