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Chapter One - Root of Seduction
𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙔 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊 𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙄𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂, his body was sweaty and bristly and his hairy, unshorn chest ticked my sensitive breasts as he laid on top of me while delivering the frailest of strokes inside me.
I sighed and closed my eyes. The disappointment I felt every time he made love to me was excruciating. All he would do was stick his diminutive manhood in and then stick it out when he was done. There was no foreplay, there was no communication and at the very worst, he wasn't dominant at all.
I slowly slipped my hands in between my legs and rubbed ploddingly hoping I would feel something while he continued with his strokes. . . anything, but it was just the same. The same as the last time, the time before that and every other time we slept together. I couldn't believe how sexually unattractive he was to me when we were supposed to be in a relationship.
I heard his breath get even heavier as he started to squeeze my hands with his.
“Valerie,” he called with his tremulous wheezy voice, “I'm about to finish.”
I rolled my eyes. “Really, baby?” I asked, “That's great.”
I was caught by surprise at how quickly he raised his head to look at me after I said that, the action looked almost reflexive.
“You don't want me to finish?” he asked, "You want me to keep going?”
“No, it's okay,” I forced a smile with my reply, “You can go ahead.”
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰.
“Alright, baby— ugh!” he groaned loudly and squeezed my hands even tighter which made me scowl. I felt him wiggle and vibrate like a fish on dry land and then he groaned even more. I had never felt so much displeasure especially when pleasure was the thing I was actually seeking at first.
“Oh,” he exclaimed as he rolled off my body to his side of the bed. “Wow! That was amazing, baby.”
I quickly got up from the bed and put on my panties. “Yeah, it was,” I replied. “Don't forget to throw the rubber straight into the trash, this time.”
He smiled juvenilely with his head resting on top of his hands on the bed. “You seem to be in a hurry. . . work?”
“Obviously, Ben,” I brashly replied, “What about you? Aren't you supposed to be at work?”
“I own the freaking firm, baby.” He sat up on the bed and stretched both his arms wide in a prideful manner. “I can show up whenever I want.”
I didn't say anything in response. If only he knew how much he repulsed me. At times I felt like telling him, bawling at him for how weak of a man he was, how he was getting fat and was doing absolutely nothing about it, how he would let me boss him around like he's some teenage boy with mummy issues and how he couldn't bring me down to my knees and properly fuck me.
Ben didn't do anything wrong per se, he wasn't an awful guy and he didn't treat me in a bad way. He simply wasn't the type of man I wanted, he was weak and too submissive. He wasn't masculine enough.
He and I met when I first came to San Francisco. I didn't know anyone or any place at all and so one night, we met at a diner and he offered to show me around. We started dating a few weeks before I got my job and we've been dating for three months.
“I'm going to take a quick shower,” I said to him as I proceeded to leave the room.
“Come on, I'll talk to your boss. Tell him that you're sick or something, I'm sure he would let you have the day.”
𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘯, 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.
“No he wouldn't, Ben,” I replied, “Besides I've already called in sick two times this month, one more time and I could get a salary cut.”
Ben snickered and when I turned to look at him, he had a boastful smirk on his face.
“What? It's not like you're gonna need the money,” he said. “I already pay for everything.”
I gave him a frown as a warning and his vexatious smile quickly disappeared.
“Never say that to me again,” I told him.
“Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry,” he quickly apologized. “That was stupid and disrespectful of me.”
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥.
I ignored his apology and proceeded into the bathroom.
I had to hurry so I would show up at the office before he did, so I could watch him walk into his office.
I'm not talking about Ben this time.
☆ ☆ ☆ ☆
I work in a perfume company named Capella as a beauty consultant and the secretary to the Chief Executive Officer. It was the most illustrious job I had ever gotten and I was obsessed with making sure I proved that I was worthy of it, especially to one man - The Chief Executive Officer himself.
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