50. Thirst of Revenge

**50. Thirst of Revenge **

“We just kissed and you came in our pants.”

I tell Ceasar and his jaw drops all the way to his shining marble floor.

“What?” He yells loudly, like trying to scare away a wild animal and I blink at him plainly.

He looks like he has seen a ghost,

Or maybe burnt his morning toast.

His eyes are wide and mouth agape,

As if he saw his viral masturbating tape.

It’s like a circuit in his mind fused and he realized that his entire existence was a meme.

“Yes. You were drunk last night and.. * *Ahem* * very horny. You hugged me, touched me, and we kind of made out.”

My heart flutters with each word as I say blankly, pretending to look at the TV while my stomach tightens with knots.

“Then?” Ceasar asks me after listening carefully like I am giving out some secret codes.

“Then you threw your pants off and slept.” I tell him.

Ceasar looks somewhere between shocked, sad, and deranged. My heart thumps as he slowly sits beside me on his couch.

“I am sorry, if you felt forced last night as I was not in my senses.” He apologizes to me and my chest vibrates with the heavy thuds as his grey eyes honestly stare into mine.

“And as I hardly remember the event of previous night, can you tell me in details what exactly we did?”

I join my eyebrows at him and stare at him with a frown. *Is he serious?*

“Just asking for the sake of my ego.” Ceasar clarifies as he waits for me to give him the juicy details of his drunk make out.

*This dry-humper must be fucking kidding!*

I take a deep breath before telling him. “I wish your size was as big as your ego, because you came in two minutes after a little kissing and I had to sleep unsatisfied.”

Grey eyes narrow at me darkly and I see a look of a murderer dripping from his face. It seems like I not only hit his ego, but smashed the fuck out of it.

“Good night, hubby.” I smile to him as I stand up to keep the bowl in kitchen, then walk to my room for a good night sleep.

. . .

Another day, another series.

After a fresh jacuzzi bath, I take my ramen noodles bowl and slop down on the couch as I surf through the Netflix in search of a new series to complete, before I doze to sleep.

Ceasar quietly walks up to me with a paper bag in his hand and hands me, saying. “For you.”

I look up at his aristocratic face, then at the paper bag which looks shady to me like slim-shady.

“What is it?” I ask him, taking the package.

“It’s a gift I got you from Malta. I forgot to give you before, but I think it is the right time now.” He tells me in his deep, husky voice.

My stomach flutters with butterflies as I pull out a gift wrapped box which seems like a phone.

*OMG! Is it iPhone!*

I control my excitement and unwrap it, feeling my kidneys jump with anticipation to see what colour did he get for me?

As soon I open the wrapper, my smile drops and I hear chuckles from behind me.

“Did you like it, wifey?” Ceasar snickers as I stare at his stupid-as-ass gift, which is a pink colour adult sex toy.

“What nonsense is this?” I bark at the smirking dog who seems proud of his choice.

“Although I can’t satisfy you with the size of my ego.. I hope it will satisfy yours tonight.” He whispers, leaning close to my ear.

Hot breath blows out of my nostrils and I grip on to his silly limp dick gift and storm at my room. I throw it on the bed and stride in my room with a mind raging with the thirst of revenge.

“How dare that cheesy bastard gave me a dildo when he was the one begging to touch me that night!” I clutch my fist angrily as I imagine stuffing that same dildo down to his throat.

Suddenly, the light of the adjacent room lightens and so does a plot in my evil mind.

“You know what hubby, I will do what you told me to do!” I smirk as I walk to the window in between our rooms and jerk open the curtains.

Ceasar turns around as I knock on the glass, gathering his attention. His brows lift up in question as he slowly walks closer to the window, eyeing me curiously.

I smirk.

I take my lip in between my teeth and slowly walk back towards the bed. My fingers work on the threads of the robe and something passes through his eyes, like a wild fire as I pull it open.

I am just wearing a pair of bra and panty underneath, and a thrill passes through me as I let myself open up for display.

Grey eyes fixate on me intensely as I grab his pink gift and turn it on. I gasp as the dildo comes to life, and so do the nerves of my vagina.

Ceasar quietly stands at the window, watching me with his fierce gaze as I slowly draw the pink device down to my body, to my sex and stop it right between my inner thighs.

I stare into those grey eyes which now have turned into a darker shade as I open my legs and slowly bring the humming dildo up to my quivering core.

A set of vibration passes through me and I bite my lips, feeling it warming my sex with its slight judder. Under his hard stare, I slide my panties and-

“Ahhhh!” The head of dildo touches my clit and a wild sensation passes through me like a lightning bolt.

*Fuck!*

I throw my head back so hard, wondering how my brain didn’t fall out as ripples of pleasure hit me with a force Mike Tyson punches people.

Ceasar looks unpredictably dangerous. Like he will just breakout of the glass and take me wildly like a caveman.

I spread my legs wider and move my hips, keeping the device stationary. I don’t know if he can see where the vibrator is touching me, but I hope he could.

Though my body is missing the warmth of his flesh, the pleasure erupting through my senses feels amazing. I press it more and my eyes roll back along with my body.

My head presses on to the mattress, while I slide the device down to my glistening slit and moan like a female in heat.

“Oh God! Oh my God! Ahhh!” Pleasurable sounds pool out of me and I feel my walls expanding while I slowly push it inside of me.

“OH FUCK!!” I scream, loud as fuck.

My body moves like waves and I lose my mind to the sensations I am feeling after months. It feels out of the world, nothing like last night, but amazing.

It hardly took me a minute to get hit by an orgasm and I fall on the bed with exhaustion. My chest rapidly heaves up and down as I pant for air, feeling the after effect of the release vibrating through me.

I jerk my head up in curiosity, and smirk seeing Ceasar still standing on the same spot with his eyes as dark as a thirsty beast, glaring down at me hungrily.

I close my legs and stand up. My thighs shake a little as I cat walk to the window and smile at his clenching jaw.

My revengous smirk widens as his gaze doesn’t budge from mine, instead hardens at my just-had-a-mind-blowing-orgasm face.

“Thank you, hubby.”

I give him a flying kiss and shut the curtains right on his glaring face.

*Eat this, baby!*