Page 1 of The Seductress

Prologue

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Ashley

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I hate seeing him with her. The sly, smarmy bitch, she makes my stomach curdle. It just burns me the fuck up sitting here watching them, while the rest of my family smile and laugh with each other like everything was peachy fucking keen. They all know what she is, and yet, they’d sit here at this man’s table and pretend.

I never thought I could be this disappointed in my parents. The parents who’d taught me to havevalues and morals. And yet, here they are, knowing what they do and acting as if it’s nothing. There’s no way she could’ve fooled them, even I could see through her shit and I didn’t know her as well as they do.

Then there was him, the new soon to be husband, victim number three. Though he didn’t fit the description of anyone’s idea of a victim. That’s what makes this all so confusing I guess, and what had me in the dilemma I’m in now. Do I say something or not? And more importantly, why would I? I think I knew the answer to that one all too well. It was throbbing away between my thighs. Damn, but he’s hot. And deserves so much better than my bitch of an aunt, who if history serves, was up to no good with him.

I was sure he had no idea. The guy was totally clueless if you ask me. No way someone like him would fall for the real her, the one that wasn’t in attendance today. He just didn’t strike me as the type, and even if she weren’t up to her usual old tricks with him, that personality of hers would send any sane man running for the hills.

I watched her now as she made her rounds across the room and wished that I could call her out for the fake bitch that she was, it was burning a hole in my tongue not to; but I knew that it wouldn’t go over well, with the family, especially not today.

We were having Thanksgiving at his farm because of course queen bitch wanted to show off her good fortune and rub it in the rest of ourfaces. This was no ordinary farm in the Tennessee countryside by any stretch of the imagination, but it’s what she’d called it so facetiously as she’d bragged to the rest of us about her hooked fish’s many homes across the state.

The house, for lack of a better word, is ginormous. The driveway alone is as long as a country lane, lined with majestic trees on either side with a huge mini-lake out front. I understood it was so with most of his homes. The long drives and the lakes seemed to be a thing with him. This place boasted ten bedrooms, each with its own bathroom suite and who knows what else. I’d barely seen a portion of it when we arrived yesterday, since it would take an entire week to see the whole place.

I heard her braying laugh and looked in her direction again, something I’d been avoiding ever since I woke up here this morning. Jen is my mother’s younger sister, who is only about ten years my senior. I’d met her only once before when I was too young to remember, since she still lived in the north with the rest of mom’s family. Mom had followed dad here from college after they got married and never looked back.

She’d never had much to say about her younger sister, not when I was a kid anyway, and what little I did learn was only in passing. But then Jen had moved here a few years ago and I got to know the real her. I now knew that my aunt was a scheming manipulative shit, who was very good at pretending when otherswere around.

I’m also sure that mom was aware of her true nature, as was everyone else in the room, except her intended victim. But they were either hoping that this time was different, or they’d been hoodwinked by her lies once again and that was the reason for their silence. As the youngest one in the room, I seemed to be the only one who didn’t believe that shit for a second.

I know my dad wasn’t comfortable with the situation either. I can always tell when he’s distressed and he was giving off those vibes even now in the midst of the forced gaiety. My eyes drifted slowly to the man of the hour, Simon Thorpe. My heart did that strange flip thing again in my chest, just as it had been doingsince I met him yesterday for the first time.

I wonder if I would be so worried about what my aunt was up to had my first sight of him not changed my world and turned everything upside down? Why couldn’t he have been as cold and unfeeling as her, so that I could look the other way? Had he been a stuff shirt maybe I wouldn’t have given it a second thought. But unless he was as skilled an actor as she, he was warm and kind, and he also had the most amazing eyes, the color of violets almost; and that fucking hair. I’d never seen a man with such perfect hair. He sure didn’t look like the average good ole boy, at least not the ones I was accustomed to. But when he opened his mouth, he was all Tennessee.

He was polished and sophisticated with a light of mischief in his eyes when he smiled, that worked to make my heart beat faster whenever he did it. Just then his eyes caught mine and I looked away quickly so as not to be caught staring again. Sweet mercy I wanted to jump him. Just take him down to the marble floor and have wild animal sex like they do in the movies. Too bad he was going to marry the witch.

I wished not for the first time since last night, that there was a way to put an end to this shit without incurring the wrath of my family, but I didn’t see how. Still, I don’t think I could live with him being married to her, having to watch them together over the years, feeling the way I do; what a mess.

I held my peace and tried to make myself disappear as the day wore on, but every so often I’d take a quick peek, only to find his eyes with mine. I think even then I knew that some way somehow, I was going to make him mine. I just didn’t see how with my eighteen year old inexperienced mind.

Chapter 1

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“Cock that ass and open those legs baby, your man wants to fuck hard and he wants to fuck deep.” My girl did as she was told, and my dick went in harder at an angle. One hand grabbed her hair roughly while the other held her hip in place for my cock.

“Oh yeah, I love the look of your pink pussy wrapped around my cock.” Her tight little pussy was turned all the way up in this position, her ass spread, just waiting to be fucked next. I slammed her pussy hard the way I know she likes and shescreeched. “You feel that? Tell me you feel that.” I bit her ear as I fucked into her with my heart pounding out of control.

“Uh huh, so good baby.” I love that pussy hurt so good thing she does with her voice when I’m buried balls deep in her. It’s the only time she minds me. The only time I get her to behave her little ass, is when I have her pinned on thirteen and a half inches of man meat. Her pussy had an unusually tight grip on me this morning as she keened in her throat and I knew what I needed to do. Poor thing, she hadn’t had a break in over a week.

“You want me to eat your little pussy out some more to loosen you up some?” My dick was extremely hard on account of the teasing she’d donebefore I took her down so I know I had to be hurting her a little. “I told you those short shorts were gonna get your ass fucked didn’t I?” Said lace shorts were halfway across the room where I’d thrown them after ripping them off her ass. It was shit like that that had kept her stuffed morning noon and night since we started. I can’t believe how she keeps me in heat, on a tight fucking leash with her sweet as fuck pussy. Shit should come with a warning.

She nodded her head, looking back at me over her shoulder that was pressed into the mattress as her mouth hung open in shock. She was still new to my cock. It was just a week since I busted her cherry wide open, and each fuck was like the first. She made no secret about the way she felt about mycock and it worked both ways I’d tell you that, because this little tease had the tightest pussy I’d ever had the honor of fucking, and I find it hard to stay out of it.

I didn’t even bother trying to keep her quiet the way I had been the first couple of days. By this point, I had already pretty much put my stamp on the pussy and there was no turning back, so I pretty much didn’t give a fuck if the staff overheard her wild screams.

There was going to be hell to pay when our little relationship came to light to the rest of the outside world though, but I didn’t give a fuck about that either. This was mine, and I was holding on with both hands- my feet-and my third leg.

I know her pussy had to be sore. It was sore when I went after her two hours ago after a night of hard fucking and the grip was a little tighter because of her swollen tissue. The room smelt like the set of a porno orgy, the sheets were torn to shit and we were sweaty and hot, but fuck if I was anywhere near done with her ass. It was the same each and every time, like she had a hold on me that couldn’t be broken.

“You gonna let me in your ass again? Huh?” she’d sworn after the last time that that was a one off but there was no way I was giving that shit up either. I might give her some time to heal but in a day or two I was back in there. Her pussy on the other hand could take a beating. “Answer me.” I knew I couldget her to agree to damn near anything once I had her like this and her ‘yes’ though grudgingly given was more than enough. I’ll just have to get her used to my dick stretching her ass so it won’t be such an issue in the future.

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