Page 6 of Just Desserts

"What's all this babycakes? You've been a busy girl." I walked around the bed giving her an appraising look.

When I got close to the head of the bed, I ran my hand through her hair before grabbing the locks in the back and dragging her head back forcing her to make eye contact. I watched in bemusement as the pulse in her throat rocketed. She was so easy, such a thirsty little slut.

"It's an early Christmas present Johnny. I'm giving myself to you, to do with however you please. I surrender to you completely." She said as she licked her lips seductively.

"And these?" I said as I gestured towards the pills on the nightstand.

"The E. Remember? My neighbor gave me some?"

"My dirty party girl. You really did come prepared. Be a good slut and open your mouth now."

I reached over and dropped the pill on her tongue right after I swallowed the other. I chased mine with the bourbon before getting closer to the bed. I ran my hand down Alyssa's leg before yanking her down and flipping her onto her stomach. I climbed up onto the bed and hunched my body over her, trapping her in. Reaching over, I secured the thick leather cuffs around each of her wrists. I nipped down her back, pulling her up to her knees before securing the ankle cuffs. Finally, I climbed off the bed to survey my handywork.

Grabbing the flogger, I walked around the bed using the tassels at the end to tease over her body. Anytime she leaned into the touch I removed it, toying with her, enjoying the power I wielded over her body. After making a circle around the bed, Alyssa's breathing had turned ragged. She was trying to follow me but the way I had her tied down limited her movements.

Done with the teasing, I trailed the flogger down her back one last time before giving her left ass cheek a solid whip. She yelped and jerked against the restraints as pink blossomed on her bottom so beautifully. I went and took another sip of my bourbon, feeling the alcohol and drugs starting to kick in. Then I went back to surveying the canvas before me.

I wanted her to feel me everywhere, so that there wouldn't be an inch of her body free of my marks. My heart rate increased as I built up a punishing rhythm. I felt powerful and hedonistic, like I wanted to fuck and fight for hours. Everything seemed brighter and more intense. I remembered that we had the whole weekend together, but that sense of urgency didn't dissipate. I had plenty of time to experience all of these new feelings, plenty of time to use and discard Alyssa in all the ways she craved.

Chapter 6

Isla

I sat in the center of the bed at the cabin I was holed up in for the weekend. I had pages of credit card statements and text messages scattered around me. All the information was right there. I knew the password for his apple account, I was able to log into his iMessage and receive all their texts on my laptop.

There wasn't anything majorly explicit in their conversations but there were dates and meetings I was now suspicious of specifically September 4th. That's when all text conversation stopped between Jonathan and Alyssa. Did Jonathan have a second phone I don't know about? There was also an almost monthly charge at The Bennett House, a hotel about 40 minutes from where Jonathan and I lived.

It was fairly new; the owner was some young hotshot who had built it from the ground up. I remember there was a grand opening party that Wes got invited to, but Jonathan had vehemently refused to go, which made the frequent visits even more confusing. I sighed and closed my laptop. I felt like I had even more questions than answers at this point. I hastily stacked all the papers in a pile and cleared off the bed.

It was nearing 1am and my call with the lawyer couldn't come soon enough. The layout of the cabin was a cozy, open space. The bed was nestled under the sloped ceiling up in a lofted area. I climbed down the stairs and headed to the fireplace that took prominence in the center of the cabin. I stoked the flames back to life before heading to the small kitchen to rifle throughthe fridge and cabinets.

After putting together a plate of snacks that resembled some form of dinner, accompanied by a hefty glass of wine, I made my way to the living room. I got myself settled on the couch in front of the fireplace. Grabbing one of the plush fleece blankets from the back of the couch and wrapped it around my shoulders.

I looked around the warm, tidy space. It wasn't cluttered but the furniture was squishy and comfortable, with colorful velvet cushions and a multitude of throw pillows. It was filled with eclectic pieces of furniture, a look I'd always loved but Jonathan preferred sleek, modern lines.

I scowled at the memory of our house. When we first started looking at homes, there were at least two other houses I really loved. They were older and I felt like they held character and charm, but Jonathan was unimpressed. The house we wound up getting was a brand-new build, made from expensive materials and top of the line appliances.

It was priced much higher than our original budget, but Jonathan was insistent that it was worth it to prepare for our future. He pitched it to me as the perfect home for a large family, but in reality, it was just another sparkly souvenir Jonathan could wave around in front of his coworkers' faces.

No more, I realized. No more compromising, no more taking the purest parts of myself and shoving them down to make someone else happy. This weekend was just the start; it was time to move on from Jonathan and reclaim myself. Fuck what anyone else thinks, life's too short.

There's enough terrible shit in this world and I was tired of making myself small in an effort not to add any additional stress to a situation. I had a lot to be thankful for, including finding out about Jonathan and Alyssa. No faster way to cut weight than to drop the people around you who don't bringanything positive to it.

With a sense of detachment, I let the warmth from the fireplace and glasses of wine slowly start to pull me under, weaving my way back up to the loft, I was able to finally give in to the reprieve of unconsciousness. Snuggled under a mountain of blankets in the large cozy bed, waking up the next morning felt like swimming out from the darkest depths of the ocean.

I gave a full body stretch as the last dregs of sleep slipped away, then memories from the last few days came pouring in. I closed my eyes against the images of Alyssa and Jonathan, but they kept playing behind my lids like a lurid advertisement. I quickly swung out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

After a long hot shower, I was dressed and settled at the small kitchen table with my laptop and documents. I was nervous about my upcoming call. I didn't want to deal with this anymore. I wanted to run upstairs, pull the covers over my head and forget about the rest of the world. At the same time, I knew this endless anxiety and upset would just come for the ride, there was no running away from this.

Action was the only thing that was going to help me get this pit out of my stomach. At precisely 9:00am Attorney Lydia Glass appeared on my screen. She was an older woman, late fifties with perfectly styled brunette hair peppered with grays, wearing an immaculate suit, she had a stern face that gave away no emotions. I didn't know what to expect from her, and all of my carefully thought-out preparation flew out the window.

"I need a divorce. Please help me. I want it done as soon as possible. He's cheating on me with my 22-year-old cousin. I just need a clean, fast, break." I blurted out.

During my little word vomit, I saw the slightest thawing in her expression, I would have missed it but there was a definitejump in her brow at the mention of Alyssa.

"I can definitely help you with that, please don't worry but I'm going to need to ask you some questions. I want to make sure I know every detail. I apologize in advance; this is going to be uncomfortable and painful but remember I am on your side. I'm here to help you."

I felt the first glimmer of hope since walking in on the two of them a few nights ago. God, had it only been two days? To be fair, it only took about a minute to completely upend my whole world. I told her everything I knew so far, acting under the assumption the affair started around six months ago when Alyssa joined the firm. I sent her the credit card statements, and the photos from my phone.

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