Page 73 of Falling for the Wife

Faintly hearing the car door opening and closing, I realized the driver had allowed us privacy.

Hired from one of our international company branches, it was mandatory to sign the gag clause in his contract. Having done so, it ensured his silence. If he was shocked the company’s CEO and the sole heir to Peter Weber’s fortune were engaged in heavy sexual foreplay, he kept it to himself. As a result, he discreetly waited until our lips were untangled before bidding us a lovely evening.

“Where are we?” she asked the moment she realized we weren’t deposited outside the hotel.

Instead of supplying her curiosity with concrete answers, I decided to plant a chaste kiss on her lips before firmly placing a hand on her back, swiftly guiding us towards the black gilded double doors where we were discreetly greeted and ushered to a private room.

“Your dorei will be here shortly.” He obliged us with a sweeping bow before securing the heavy gold-gilded black door behind him.

Detailed with requested specifications, the platform bed was situated right across from the one-way, floor-to-ceiling mirror wall. A sizeable waterfall grotto sat on one end, abundantly decorated with fresh purple and pink wisteria floribunda. The grotto invitingly glimmered, aglow with its deep blue lighting from underneath its pool. The overwhelming smell of jasmine, ylang-ylang, bois de rose, peppermint, patchouli, and rose potently hung in the luminously candle-lit room. Beads, whips, cuffs, candle oil wax, restraints, paddles, abundant strings of asanawa rope, and everything one required to heighten one’s arousal, all laid out for easy accessibility.

“What is this place?” Gisele marveled as she took in the scene before her. Ranging from extreme, median, mellow to sensual petting paraphernalia was strategically littered about our own private area. Her body tensed, her spine ramrod straight as she spun around to face me, gray eyes uncertain. Perplexed. “Jared?” she croaked out just as I approached her.

Without uttering a word, my eyes did the talking. They succinctly conveyed my need for her and how tonight…Tonight was the culmination of all those nights I’d laid in bed frustrated, missing her, craving her kiss, yearning for her supple body. My ever-increasing need went above and beyond the pleasures of the flesh. I burned to delve into her psyche and possess her there, stripped of any pretensions, erected barriers, and fabrications.

I stood inches from her troubled form before my fingers reached out behind her head, freeing her glorious golden tresses.

Beautiful.The word floated about my head as I took her in. The very nymph who had plagued my mind ever since I had found her tear-streaked face in Croatia. Her heavily crimson tinted lips quivered with anticipation when I unhurriedly began to release the intricate fabric buttons of her slinky Chinese dress. And just when I was about to slip the dress off her body, the door opened.

Two Japanese women entered, dressed in robes. They greeted us in the same fashion the establishment’s host had earlier. Without preamble, they dashed towards us, finishing what I started with Gisele.

The minx let out a strangled sound, darting me an alarmed look as she pleaded for me to say something. I merely smiled, but when her eyes darted to the other dorei beginning to undress me, the alarm in her eyes vanished, replaced by jealousy.

“If you intend to fuck one, I won’t hesitate to chop that fat dick off. Understood?” Her face reddened as she battled to take action or to stay put. Curiosity won out, added by an intense need to please and obediently follow my request, which she had vowed to submit to me earlier this evening.

Tonight, I’m simply yours. My body and mind yours to command. You will think for me. You will own me.

I smirked, knowing full well she had trapped herself to do my bidding.

Her cutting glare didn’t leave me as she scrutinized each move the dorei did to me. Once she and I were stripped bare, they huddled and carefully placed our clothes on the mirrored dresser before reverting their attention back to us.

They led us towards the bed. Side by side, we were lying faced down when I reached out to hold her hand and brought it to my lips. The worry in her eyes lessened. Somehow, the small tenderness in my gesture eased whatever qualms she had.

“Relax, kitten. It’ll be worth it. I promise.”

“Easy for you to say,” she grudgingly expressed.

Her apprehension grew when she saw the doreis disrobe, baring their petite, smooth stark naked bodies and armed with bowls of scented oils before they climbed over our bodies, somewhat straddling us. With deft subtlety, the dorei gradually applied the oil all over my form.

They then began to massage our bodies, applying ample pressure as they kneaded the knots and kinks of our wounded muscles. A pleasured moan came out of me when the dorei focused around my neck and shoulders. When I opened my eyes, my minx glowered, sending sharpened daggers at me.

I couldn’t help it; I chuckled. She had no clue how much I adored her more when her possessive nature surfaced.

“It’s not that funny!” she hissed, blushing like a demure virgin.

My chuckles slowly ebbed as my fingers brushed against her cheek, grazing her silky skin. Even though there were two attractive, naked women servicing us, I only wanted the woman whose eyes intensely bore into mine. Any trace of amusement vanished as the strong pangs of hunger revved my system once again.

“I want you,” I thoughtlessly said as my thumb continued caressing her skin. She let out a small, satisfied sigh, closing her eyes, relishing in my touch.

For an hour, my hand clasped hers as we began to relax and bask in the simple pleasures it gave us. As the session drew to an end, the remaining five minutes, my dorei asked me to shift, exposing my engorged state.

Soothed and tranquil, the dorei began to slowly work her way about my body before honing in on my nether region. Her pressured touch stroked my hardened state just as I heard Gisele’s sharp gasps and moans, overwhelmed by the sensations the dorei created as she lightly rubbed her sensitive slits with her skillfully oiled fingers.

Her breathing hitched. The very familiar, sexy, cock-hardening, precum-inducing sounds she made when her orgasm neared. But before she could come, the dorei strategically halted her ministrations then gently gathered Gisele’s hands, firmly placing them on her back before she began to bind her wrists with asanawa rope.

“Jared?” she rasped out, startled.

“You said tothink for you…to own you. Tonight’s the night, kitten.”

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