Randall

I had no plan at all, I needed to find out what Dion knew before I offered any information. I entered the apartment and Dion was sitting on the couch watching tv. He smiled when he saw me, waving me over.

"There's my boo thang, it seems I haven't seen you in a minute."

"I'm sorry, I've been busy with an extra case that was dropped on my desk," Along with having Fabian on my desk, I've been extremely busy. "But I'm here now." I smiled.

"Well I'm glad you're here. I have a question." He started. I laid down on the couch, with my head laying on his lap.

"Wassup?" I looked up at him. He looked out of sorts as if he had a lot of questions but he wasn't sure if he wanted the answers. He looked ahead of him and drew in his lips. I touched his chest, I felt his heartbeat underneath his chest.

He was in deep thought. He had a dilemma. "Tell me. What's your question?" I asked. He looked down at me and smoothed back my hair.

"Do you know who my mother is?" My heart beat heavy in my chest.

Dion had gotten the picture. If not, then why such a random question? The next words out of my mouth need to be convincing and accurate.

"I believe so. I met her once or twice. I remember meeting her at the event when she presented her company." I spoke the truth. He nodded yet stayed quiet.

He was trying to figure out his next question.

"Why do you ask?" I wanted him to tell me. I sat up and turned around to face him. "Dion?"

He looked at me with a solemn look. He was upset, I could tell. Dion is never quiet.

"I take it that you got the picture." I admitted in order to break the mindfuck he was giving himself. He quickly looked at me, his face was flushed as he gave me a surprising look. "I got one too. So did my sister." Dion frowned and tilted his head looking confused.

"Who did this?" He asked.

"I don't know." I reached for his hand and he moved it away. I looked at him and he wasn't looking at me. I was really mad.

I reached for his hand again, he didn't move as I laced my fingers with his.

"Why did your sister get it?" he asked, trying to make sense of all of this shit.

"I don't know." I leaned over to him, laying my head on shoulder. He tilted his head onto mine. "I didn't know about my Father and your mother. I thought he was going away for business."

"Oh it was for business, my Mother was going for her business. But I can only assume she asked him to go with her. I didn't know they were seeing each other."

"Neither did I." I laced my fingers with his, he smiled and kissed my head.

"I wanted to be mad with you." Dion straightened up and turned slightly towards me. He traced the outline of hand and across my arm with his finger.

"I expected you to be upset with me." I gazed at him. He gave me a soft smile as I held the back of his head and planted a kiss upon his forehead. "I'm sorry about my Father."

Dion exhaled deeply. "It's not your fault. You didn't know, right?"

"No, I didn't, I swear."

"Fuck it then, both of them grown right?"

"Yes they are, growner than us." I chuckled. Dion smiled for the first time since I had arrived at his house.

I caressed his face; my thumb traced his bottom lip as he held his mouth slightly open. With our foreheads pressed together Dion gazed in my eyes, our breaths mixing between us; I wanted him and he wanted me, I could see it in his eyes. Dion leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth as he straddled me. I grabbed his ass and squeezed it while he dry humped me. He moaned in between kisses; I motioned him to remove his shirt.

"Let's go to the room." He suggested. "You're staying right?" It seemed as though I hadn't been home in ages.

"Yes." I agreed anyway.

§

Angela

I didn't want to stay in the house anymore, I needed to get away. Bryan ordered Michael to try and figure out a way to spin the attention he was getting now that it has come out that he was with Madeline Rutherford, the owner, founder and CEO of Glory Hair Care Products. I met her once, she wasn't much to look at but to each their own. I knew eventually people would start to pay attention to me and begin to wonder how I felt about my husband and his mistress. I was not ready or willing to answer any questions therefore I needed to disappear.

Michael did exactly what he said he would do and arrange for my accommodations away from the home. Dressed in a black cloak, I entered through the employee entrance of the hotel and took the staff elevator to the suite he had secured for me. As I walked through the door, red roses adorned the entire living room. I followed a trail of rose petals into the bathroom; a nice hot bath waited for me along with a bottle of wine sitting beside the tub.

I removed my cloak, threw it on the couch and followed the petals to the bedroom; the bed was covered with petals with a box strategically placed in the middle of the bed. I walked closer and saw my name upon the box. Michael made me smile as he paid so much attention to detail.

I lit the candles alongside the sink and windows. I opened the bottle of wine and poured myself a glass while I slowly undressed. Michael also had a small basket of bite size fruit waiting as well. I stepped into the bath, welcoming the sting of the hot water along my calves and moving up my legs to my thighs as I slowly sat down. I heard the automated lock click and the door opened and closed. Michael had arrived bringing a smile upon my face.

Shortly after a few minutes, Michael's naked body appeared at the bathroom door. I turned to see him looking luscious with a semi-erect penis. His muscles protruded as he stood waiting for acknowledgement.

"Well hello," I sang.

"Hello Angela. I was hoping you would get here before me." He walked over to the tub and stepped in, I could feel his legs on either side of me as he lowered himself into the water. The water raised over my breast, warming my skin. He moved my legs over his and pulled me closer to him. My legs wrapped around his waist as I sat comfortably on his lap, his member throbbing between my fleshy folds.

"Yes I did." Michael rubbed my back, warm water dripping from his fingers as he held my ass. I moved back and forth, rubbing his shaft between my legs. I caressed his face, planting kisses on his cheeks.

"Mmmmm, seems like you're ready for me." His dick moved, making me cream under water.

"I'm always ready for you. You fascinate me." I said as he held my breasts in his hands. I watched as he licked around my nipple with his long, snake-like tongue.

He sucked my nipple between his lips and then grazed his teeth across it, sending chills throughout my entire body. I mewed with delight as he touched my skin ever so gently. I held the back of his neck while moving back and forth across his hard dick. I loved how he was so attracted to me that the minute he touched me, he wanted to burst.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, stopping to pat and squeeze my ass cheeks; I moved my mouth over his, smashing my lips into his - sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. He made me resort back to my younger years, when I was a bit wild, exploring myself and others. I loved exploring myself with Michael, he made me feel alive.

He had awakened the woman in me that had been put to sleep.

I rotated my hips atop of Michael, sloshing the water around in the tub. My nipples were between his fingers, he pinched them hard sending a jolt of pleasure racing through my veins.

"Mmmm," I moaned softly as I watched him pop a nipple into his mouth. He pinched the other one again, I cried softly from the pain I welcomed. I felt a quiver deep in my core, my nectar was warmed and on the move.

"Are you ready to play?" I felt Michaels breath against my ear as he spoke. He sucked my ear lobe, biting it at the end.

"Yes," I answered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, please." I responded. He smiled and kissed me hard and deep, his tongue filling my mouth.

"Good girl." He smiled and reached over to the other side of the tub, opening a case of sexual goodies, including the blindfold.

My stomach fluttered as he covered my eyes as he took me into darkness. I felt vulnerable to a level I could panic, but the excitement of the moment wouldn't let me fight the outstanding pleasure that that man would give my body.

The nervousness of not knowing what was next, but the anticipation of wanting it to happen brought chills across my skin. It was at that peak Michael placed on a nipple clamp. He adjusted them to just the right level of pleasuristic pain I was used to - which may increase as it turned me on as soon as he clipped the last one. He pulled the chain connecting them, sending a jolt down my spine, I creamed again.

"Stop moving." He ordered. I quivered as I felt his cock throb between my legs.

"I want to feel you." I spoke.

"You do huh?"

"Yes."

"Aww, naughty girl. Now that's not how I taught you, was it?" Michael asked. He pulled on the chain, sending an electrical response through my body arching my back.

"Mmmm, no." I whispered. I loved Michael having control over me, it turned me on so much. Suddenly I felt his fingers between my legs spreading my tulips exposing my bean.

He rubbed circles over my clit, sending me into a frenzy.

"Yeah, you like that don't you?"

"Yes!" I said opening my legs more, allowing him better access.

"Grab your ankles and raise your ass." I obeyed, leaning back and grabbing my ankles while raising my ass; he rubbed the shit out of my clit, driving me wild. My body convulsed with each circle motion sending delight throughout my body.

"Aaahh....aaaaah....mmmmmm......shhhhhiiiiittt....mmmmm.....fuck!" I panted as he circled my bean. He pulled on the chain, giving me pain that sent me over the level.

 "Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh." I creamed as he rubbed my pussy with my slickness.

"Good girl....you're so wet. Now, you're ready." He said as he quickly slipped his finger in my ass; my mouth dropped open as he moved his finger in and out preparing my rim for the next level.

"Fuck....mmmmm...that feels so fucking good....mmmmm..." I wiggled my ass while he removed his finger and slipped in the vibrating butt plug.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" I moaned as my asshole vibrated with pulsations. 

"Shit! I don't have any condoms. I must have left them on my dresser." Michael said.

"You don't have to worry, we can go without one. I want to feel you inside me, please." I didn't care about him not having a condom. My children were fully grown and I wasn't about to have anymore, besides I had closed down the baby factory a long time ago, I wasn't worried at all.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, please." I desperately searched for his face as I touched around blindly until I felt his lips; I leaned down and kissed him deeply. "Yes, please. Let me feel you...please!"

"As you wish." Michael adjusted his thickness between my legs, holding his tip at my entrance. "Sit down." He ordered.

I sat down on his manhood, slowly taking him in entirely.

"Uuuhhhh," Michael moaned as my pelvis met his.

He felt so good, his soldier spread me open to his thickness. Michael grabbed my wrists and tied them together behind my back, holding me in his complete control. He pulled on the chain giving me an equal amount of pain to go along with the pleasure he gave me as I swiveled my hips, grinding my pussy down on his dick.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh" I moaned with ecstasy.

I felt exhilarated. Michael brought out inhibitions that I knew existed but were never explored after I had children or as Bryan would say it - after I've served my purpose.

Which was one of the many reasons why I was allowing his assistant to ravish my body and fuck me senseless.