Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 81
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The words from her lips felt like an extra presence, charging the sexual tension between them to full percentage till they both could taste their filth on their tongues.
But not for long. Tobias’s fingers caught around the curls in her hair, hurling her close with the strands even when she’s already so close.
Her lips meet his neck, soft flesh resting against warm pulse.
His mouth found her ear, too.
“You flatter yourself, Sera.” His voice warmed up her lobes. “Pussy is good, but not divine enough to make me crash out when you kiss your husband with cum-soaked lips.”
“That remains to be found out, Sugar Daddy.” Seraphina tapped his pulse twice with her pointer, her smile intentionally dark.
Tobias let go of her, arranging her hair back with his fingers, slowly. “Curls look look on you, but not as much as the straightened sleek.”
“Now you care about my hair?” Her smile turned darker.
“You belong to my covk, and as a bitch on my payroll, I naturally care about how good you take it, and how good you look.” He began caressing her cheek with his knuckles, but she shifted away, still feeling sticky.
He stroked his thumb before taking something else out of his pocket.
Seraphina’s eyes gleamed at the sight of it. A gold color gun—obviously his cult exclusive weapon.
He dropped it on one of the empty shelves and gave her a gaze….”Stay wet,” He mouthed and walked out.
He didn’t look back as he left the room through the main door.
Seraphina picked the gun.
The weight she imagined of such weapon should make her fall, but it felt lighter than she expected.
Why would he drop this without a word about it?
Fine, the use of weapons was included in the last mail he sent her, and guns topped the list. She read it the hardest, so maybe that’s why she got this gun as a reward?
She looked at again, standing there like a statue, not even able to relish on the anal sex she just received.
Her first try, but pleasuring.
Only one statement filled her head; “As a bitch on my payroll, I naturally care about how good you take it…”
He’s saying just everything and anything to remind her this is just a deal, and he’s overdoing it at this point. Not like she forgot that.
She never forgot.
Not even for a millisecond.
Why spilling it on her face everytime? That jerk.
She looked around at the fallen books, thinking of ways to get them back to the shelves, but at the same time, she could taste his cum in her mouth, still salty and sharp.
She could still smell him too. He scents so strong she now smells like him despite the fact that he barely spent fifteen minutes here.
She rushed to her purse on the table and tucked the gun inside, then she got her pocket perfume, spraying herself excessively to cover his scent.
“Is everything ok?” Dean’s voice jerked her from behind, causing her to go still a little before turning.
Dean stood by the door of the smoking area of the floor where he went to pick the call.
He looks genuinely worried.
Seraphina conjured a quick lie. “I…was…at the shelves, the books were older than I thought they’d be. The smell of old wood clung to me, and I had to get rid of it.”
“The shelves?” Dean’s eyes went there, sighting the fallen books. His eyes widened. “Tell me the shelves didn’t fall on you!” His eyes went back to her very fast.
Seraphina dropped her perfume, smiling innocently. “No, I just leaned on the front one too much, and you know they’re interconnected, so the rest tilted too, letting out the books.”
“Geez, I’m sorry…” He rushed over, holding her shoulders. “I should have checked for a better room. I’m so sorry, it’s my fault.”
Seraphina looked at him. The softness, attentiveness and gentleness… where’s all these coming from? Is this really Dean?
“I can have the Mealhouse management sued for it, if you want…” He added.
“What?” She blinked. “No, Dean…I…”
“Are you sure?” He cut in.
“Dean, it’s—”
“I can really do it,” he got his phone to make the call, but Seraphina quickly snatched it.
“I said I’m fine! Fûck, calm down!”
Dean exhaled… “You know I promised to make things right, so I hate to see you getting uncomfortable.”
“Message passed, Mr. Dean St. Graves.” Seraphina smiled.
“I’m glad it is, Mrs. Seraphina St. Graves.” He responded, and they both shared an hearty laughter.
“And the long call?” She asked.
“It’s my late secretary shit. He suddenly went missing, and his family have been tearing up badly about it, and I’ve been helping with his search. Also, I need a new secretary, and I have to constantly review alternatives from my manager.” He explained.
“Your Secretary went missing?” Seraphina’s eyes dipped.
“Can we not go deeper into it?” Dean avoided. “I already wasted time with that call outside, and now our food is cold.” He changed topic.
“Thankfully, I was already full before the coldness. Now, I just wanna go home and have a bubble bath then go to bed and…rest.” she took her purse.
Dean took it from her, and when she tried to take it back, he raised it.
“Dean!” He seriously frowned, knowing her new gun is inside.
She can’t risk him seeing it.
“I’ll carry the purse to the car, and how about I bath you when we get home too.” He leaned in.
“Ok, Dean… You’ve done enough for tonight alone….” She leaned away, grinning brightly.
“But I don’t mind!” He hung her purse on his wrist, taking her hand with his second hand and pulling her out of the room gently. “I’ll do anything. You want me to advertise your work on my company ad screen? Actually, I’mma do it anyways.”
“On one condition,” she faced him. “During the advertisement period, I’mma following you to your office, and you’ll give me a little space where I can crochet in there.”
“Little space?” Dean blinked. “You’ll crochet in my office, Phina.”
“What exactly are you up to?” She chuckled. “No, you’ve been agreeing to everything without thinking of Kelly! It’s suspicious!”
“Cos I broke up with Kelly?” He turned serious.
“Now that’s some good news!” She laughed as he opened the car door for her at the park.
“I know, wifey…” Dean whispered, dropping her bag with her before going to join her at the other side.
Seraphina kept her smile up even without knowing. She didn’t realize she’s still smiling till she saw her face in the mirror. The smile faded.
She drove out with Dean, and a minute after, Kelly came out of the Mealhouse, arms crossed.
“Wifey?” She sounded spooked. “Game of lust? But he’s carrying her bag, and he’s not even looking at her swaying ass and showing cleavage?”
She went closer to her car and pulled it open slowly, nodding.
“I’ll be with you all the way, Dean. Let’s see how this is gon end.”
She entered her car.
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