Chapter 108 His wife?
Chapter 108 His wife?
Alicia.
After years of being Michael's submissive sex slave in this house, I definitely know my way around. I know the axis that are the CCTV's blind spots.
And for this secret touring mission I'm about to embark on, I sneak past the axis, my movements stealthy.
It's not like I'm about to cause anyone harm, I just want access to Michael's bedroom.
I've definitely missed the warmth of that space, and I want to be there just for a minute or less.
Michael got me a cane to aid my movement until the wound heals. He's such a caring man but little does he know I'm totally alright without a cane.
Anyway, I had to take it and use it. It's funny how it helps to make my limp fit believable.
However, now that the hallway is empty, I walk normal while roaming my eyes around, searching for more blind spots.
Earlier this morning, I watched through my room window as Michael served Laura breakfast in the garden.
I never knew him to be a cook.
It's funny how that small monster girl is turning Michael into a man I no longer recognize. He's changing from the cold, hard-hearted Pakhan I knew him to be.
That's very terrible.
Michael shouldn't be like that. Even if he should, I'm the only one who's meant to enjoy that part of him.
Hence, my reason for hating Laura more. She's a devil's spawn and should be eradicated.
Knowing fully well that she isn't at home heightens my confidence.
I duck behind an archway when I see Bones passing by. I think he's just coming up from the service hallway.
Did he go to feed the sharks?
I guess so, considering the bag he's carrying. I wonder what raw meat he's fed them.
Those beasts scare the shit out of me, and I hate the sight of them.
As expected, Bones pauses midway, looking behind him. I duck my head instantly, cupping a hand over my mouth and nose so as not to make a sound.
I hold my breath while my heart hammers like there's no tomorrow.
God, I can't be seen, please. Use your angels and hide me this moment. I pray to jesus for the first time ever.
"Is there someone there?" Bones' chilly voice echoes in the empty hallway.
I don't speak.
No sound reverberated in the hallway that would have made him more suspicious.
When he hears nothing again, he continues to move.
I wait for five minutes before I continue my mission, never smacking the cane on the marble floor until I reach Michael's bedroom door.
I do the sign of the cross or whatever they call it and swing the doorknob.
The door yields to my invasion, and I enter.
Everywhere is sparkling clean and smells like Michael.
I smile boldly, feeling my heart leap.
I've always imagined spending a moment with him here, sharing his bed and warmth, but I never got that privilege.
It sickens me to know that small, underage, immature devil's spawn in the name of Laura got that chance.
What exactly makes her special?
I scoff, edging close to the bed. I let my fingers drift over the soft sheets, my insides warming.
Spending a moment with Michael here early in the morning, while the sun kisses my face with Michael's hands band around my waist, is my dream. And if he fucks me on top? Pure luxury.
I swallow thickly and hightail it into his closet.
For the first time ever, it has a touch of color, but the colors aren't for Michael. It's Laura's.
She has even set up her clothes in Michael's closet?
What is she now? His wife? Ugh!
I roll my eyes at the clothes and reach for the section with Michael's belongings.
I grab onto one of his briefs and bury it in my nose.
Hmmm, it smells so great-bergamot and minty cologne with a touch of his masculine scent wafts from the briefs.
It waters my mouth and melts my cunt.
Quickly, I fold the brief and tuck it into my bra. I'm keeping this one for myself.
When I walk back into the room, the pink vibrator on the nightstand catches my attention.
And I steal it.
It doesn't matter if it's that devil's spawn that uses it. What matters is that Michael bought it for her.
Right back in the hallway, I consider checking in on Michael in his gym because I already know he'll be exercising there.
Hence, I sneak around again, avoiding prying eyes.
The gym is down in the service hallway, just beside the control room of the underwater tunnel.
I remember Michael telling me the billions he spent to construct that artificial water tunnel and the millions he spends monthly to maintain it, as well as the sharks.
I climb down the stairs that lead to the hallway.
Compared to every other part of the villa, this service hallway is dark, illuminated only by blue lights.
Hard grunts erupt from the gym, spiking my heart rate.
I know it's Michael already, and with excitement, I inch closer and snoop on him.
Well, I expected to see him lifting weights, but it's not weights he's lifting, it's his cock.
The sight of that hard, fat, veiny organ makes me gasp low in the throat.
He's masturbating?
My God!
How I've missed this!
I clutch a hand to my leaping chest, a dreamy look on my face as I watch him touch himself, deep groans rising from within him.
I wet up instantly, tingles racing down my spine.
I'd pay my last dime to watch him pleasure himself.
He looks like he was made for this- pleasure.
His gaze and growls are animalistic.
My breath shortens to a gasp as I feel a throbbing ache in my pussy and nipples.
Biting into my lip hard enough to draw blood, I start to play with my pussy.
My clit is alive; every flick of my fingers on it sends a jolt of electricity through me.
I watch as Michael takes over the punching bag, spanking his cock over the surface, and I unknowingly cum, my thighs quivering.
It's only when I've orgasmed that I realized Michael wasn't touching himself for his own pleasure.
He was doing it for her-my worst enemy, and spite and jealousy like never before crash through me.
At this moment, all I can think about is how to destroy them, how to turn this moment of orgasmic bliss into a chaotic one for them.
Tbc.