A yawn escapes me, I blink to clear the rest of the sleep in my eyes with the back of my hand going over my mouth to prevent another yawn from slipping out. I swipe at the errant strand of hair over my face, putting my messy curls into a bun with a few tendrils falling out as I move into a sitting position to observe my environs. This is a new place.

The lighting of the place is off, the room is smaller and the walls are strange. They are brown. This is not home. Home. The word leaves a sour taste in my mouth and I jump off the bed at the fear that sweeps through me. I may dislike that big, empty house but at least, I am safe there. No harm will befall me other than sexual starvation.

“You cheated on me.”

Hearing that thick accent causes me to tumble back to the bed and I let out a sigh of relief with a hand over my chest when I trace the voice to my unsmiling husband.

Brandon is seated on a plush single sofa in front of the bed with his legs crossed at the knee like a godfather who is about to unleash hell on a rival gang, unimpressed by my clumsiness and I sneer at him. He looks ruggedly handsome without making efforts.

A near-empty flute of clear wine is perched between his fingers, he takes a sip from it before his gaze comes to rest on me and the events of today come rushing back.

Sophia. She touched me. I touched her too. And I enjoyed it, not as much as his touch but close enough. Do I like women now? No. But if it’s only a woman who will touch me, then I will take what I can get until I can find a man who will take care of this barrier called virginity. My eyes lower to Brandon’s long, white feet, where do we stand now?

Now that I am well rested and my head is clear, I am not sure I can go through with my threat of asking Brandon for a divorce. I only said it in the heat of the moment. He’s a powerful man, influential too, it will be a quick battle that will not end in my favour. Plus, I also cheated and that makes us even but I hope he doesn’t make a habit of it.

For mine and my family’s sake, I have to stay married to him. I will be on the losing end if I leave, our prenuptial agreements have already made sure of that. I get nothing of his and I have nothing to my name except a tiny, rented apartment I share with Clarissa, then scholarships that have kept me in school up until this moment. We are dirt broke.

“You cheated on me, Elna Amahle Stark.”

His mention of my full names doesn’t go unnoticed by me, I love how my new last name sounds coming from him but I don’t dwell on it. No shame to my parent’s name but this one sounds better, I love it and will bear it with pride. I chuckle at the silly thought, the smile on my lips dying when I meet Brandon steely gaze and I straighten up.

On cue, I say, “You cheated first.” My chin raises in defiance as if expecting him to deny it. He doesn’t speak, instead, he takes one look out the window. We are still flying.

The knowledge makes me sick, my head begins to pound, a wave of dizziness hits me and my stomach knots. I don’t enjoy flying or any form of travel. “How long until we land?”

Brandon empties the content of the glass cup into his mouth, dumps the flute on the floor and begins to flip through papers in the small folder on his laps. His lips pull into a straight line as his eyes scan line after line until his fingers stop at a certain page.

Clutching the hem of my robe, I move to sit on the edge of the bed. “What are those?”

“Divorce papers, they need your signature.”

My heart stops racing for a moment, I look up to his face, he’s dead serious. My eyes lower to his unbuttoned shirt, the hairs scattered all over his chest and his tiny pink nipples. His abs are hard, inviting, my fingers itch to touch them and I realise it’s the first time I am seeing his body. I blink and shake my head; I can’t sign that document.

“Brandon...” I trail off, “you don’t mean it.” My heart quickens at his grave expression and I start spouting unwanted details, “We only touched each other, it’s not cheating.”

“I’ll not have a wife who touches people in our matrimonial bed. I’ll not have that form of disrespect in my home,” Brandon says.

The way his eyes zero in on me by the time he’s done talking has my hands falling from my robes and onto to my laps. He’s serving me divorce papers? I can’t sign it. My family needs his money; they depend on it to survive. I suck my lip and shake my head again. I can’t sign those. I will do anything he wants but that, our marriage is barely a week old.

I should have thought of my parents first before doing what I did but I was too carried away, I have never been touched by a female. Brandon is the first man to finger me and if he had done what I asked, made love or even fucked me senseless, I would not have lost my wits around Sophia. She is pretty, bold, a woman who knows what she wants.

“Sign the papers, Elna,” he says in a bored tone like he’s reading the news headlines.

“No, I won’t. You left me no choice,” I say with my voice going a few octaves higher. I pull my robe around myself, feeling smaller under Brandon’s stare. “You caused it.”

Brandon uncrosses his leg and sits up with his eyes narrowed. “I bring my sick wife a doctor and the moment I leave you two alone, you get all touchy with each other in the name of this bullshit of an excuse!”

“You never brought her for me,” I shout and stand, pointing a finger at him. “I saw you two together,” I close my eyes briefly to let the images pass, “all cosy and touchy with each other.” I straighten up and smile. “So, I did what I had to, I took my only chance.”

“Bullshit. That’s a whore’s excuse,” he growls out and my palm connects with his cheek the moment that word leaves his lips.

Brandon’s head swings to one side at the impact of the slap, my hand goes to cover my mouth and his jaw tenses. I just slapped my husband. I slapped Brandon. My heart quickens and I bite the inside of my lips.

“I... I... Brandon. I didn’t mean to.”

When his cold, amber eyes return to mine, his face is blank and a chill creeps up my spine. “What you saw was Sophia forcing herself on me. Now, sign the papers, Elna.”

The papers in question come flying at me, I take steps backwards until my legs hit the bed and shake my head. My eyes sting as I try to replay the events in my head in slow motion. I saw them together; she was naked except for that sorry excuse of a pantie.

She touched him. I sigh. He never touched her. I shake my head again. He did; when he grabbed her wrists. But to save her from my flying shoes. My shoulder sags. The cheating spouse is not Brandon, it’s me.

“Please,” I say and lift my eyes to his. “I can’t sign it; my family needs me to stay married. Please. I will do anything you want me to.”

His gaze on me forces my eyes to return to my fingers on my lap. “Why did you do it?”

“Because...” A sigh leaves my lips and I start all over. “I know you won’t touch me and when she offered, I could not say no, my body wanted it. I need to feel like a woman.”

Brandon nods in understanding, his tone when he starts to speak is still chilly but his gaze softens. “I have not touched Sophia since we got married. She is one of my sub, the oldest one. I didn’t touch her. Whatever you think you saw was simply her trying to seduce me. I didn’t cheat on you. I’ll never.”

The sincerity in his voice as his words descend on me like a cloud of darkness has me unable to look at him due to the immense guilt I feel. I cheated on my husband two days after our wedding.

“I’m sorry,” I manage to say with my head cast down. “Please. I can’t handle a divorce.”

“I want this marriage to work,” Brandon says and my heart begins to gallop, it’s the last thing I expect to hear from him but I am glad to hear it. I also want us to work. “Did you like her touch? Don’t lie to me, Elna.”

No one calls me by my full name, everyone calls me El, even Brandon but since we got on his private jet, he has been calling me Elna. I am not sure I like it because he started it due to anger but I nod in response to his question, my eyes barely meeting his.

“Get rid of the robe,” Brandon murmurs and I obey. The robe pools at my feet and a knock at the door stops his next order.

A slim lady steps in at his request and my eyes scan her outfit from head to toe. She is putting on a red, fitted suit, a beret of the same colour sits atop her brown hair which is in a bun at the nape of her neck and her red heels make her tower over me.

“Thelma,” Brandon says. “I need some ice.”

Thelma nods at him, then at me, she picks the empty cup at his feet and leaves the room with a sway of her hips. She is pretty.

“Have you slept with her?” I ask. The bronze skin damsel with long legs who just walked out of this room is like those models I worked with in the past. Tall, sexy and beautiful, any man will be glad to bed her.

Brandon chuckles, he angles his head and his tongue swipes over his lip. “No.” He laughs again. “Please give me some credit, I don’t sleep with the staff.” His eyes darken and my breath hitches at his intense stare. “Where did Sophia touch you?” I point at my crotch area and breasts. “Sit on the bed.”

His tone brooks no argument, I nod and lower myself to the edge of the bed.

“Spread your legs.”

My eyes widen at his command and my heart starts a wild dance. I do as I am told and the throbbing between my legs resume.

“Show me.”

“What?” I breathe out.

I heard him loud and clear the first time, I did. My body begins to thrum in response to his order but I stay still and wait. Wait for him to repeat himself. I don’t want to be too forward again. Moisture gathers in my panties, my nipples are awake and straining against the sheer lace top I am wearing but I wait with my head angled to one side.

The top leaves nothing to the imagination, my huge breasts are on display and Brandon’s eyes rest on them the longest he has since we got married. I suck on my lip, my eyes glazed over as I watch him, hoping he will touch me. He’s the major reason I am putting on this outfit. I want his touch.

Brandon comes to kneel between my legs and I suck in a sharp breath when he points a finger to my rock hard nipples as if to touch me but doesn’t. I blink twice and sigh.

“Show me,” he says. “Touch yourself. Erase every single memory of her touch from your body. Can you do that for me?” he asks in the softest voice he can muster and I nod.

For him, I can. If it will get me back into his good book, I will do it. I want us to work.

He places both hands on my knees, urging me with his eyes to start and I nod again. Two of my fingers slip into my wetness and I moan at the sudden pleasure that overcomes me. My back arches as I pick up speed, I try to squeeze my breasts with the other hand while my fingers continue their thrusts but it’s futile so I just close my eyes.

“Eyes on me, Elna,” Brandon says and I nod. My eyes fly open; my breathing comes in pants as I struggle to keep them open. I move my hand to the hem of my shirt to pull it off when he whispers, “It stays on.”

I nod again, both of my hands come to my chest and I squeeze, knead them like bread dough. A knock on the door slows down my movements, I blink and lick my lips.

“Don’t stop,” Brandon calls out as he moves to the door. He returns shortly with a bowl of ice and I swallow when he returns to his kneeling position. “Do not stop, Elna.”

My hands are shaky as I continue groping my large breasts while his movements are steady, determined as he pulls my short and lingerie down to my knees. He blows air on my core and I shiver, I want his touch.

“Lie down. Do not stop touching yourself.”

The words to answer him dry in my throat as my back connects with the bed. I don’t stop touching myself, I try not to as I feel a cube graze my clit. My body jerks at the full contact of the cube inside my vagina, a strange warmth comes over me and I have to bite down on my tongue to keep myself from flying out of the bed and into his arms.

“Let me know if you want to come,” his words pierce through the fog of horniness in my head and I manage to nod twice.

Waves of shock crash over me, my toes curls and my body squirms as he begins to circle the ice over my clit. He has not used his fingers yet but it is more than enough to cause a tightening of my belly. My eyes roll to the back of my head, my hands drop from my chest and my legs begin to vibrate.

“I’m coming,” I whisper-shout, “I’m coming!”

All of Brandon actions cease, he walks back to sit on the sofa and I groan, feeling the loss of the ice more than ever. Pushing myself to a sitting position, I try to avoid his eyes as my hands pull my short and underwear over my waist.

I will see to it that he finishes what he started and I don’t care how I will go about it but it must happen. I have two weeks with this sex god, I intend to make use of it.

“Get dressed, we land in twenty minutes.”