Chapter Nine

I began living a lie and no one knew it but me. Rose was the center of my universe, my reason for living. She fucked me up so badly, in every way imaginable. I was even more besotted with her than I'd been before we had become lovers. Because now I knew how she tasted, how she felt in my arms. I knew the way her remarkable eyes glowed with passion and the sounds she made as she climaxed on my tongue. The scent of her skin haunted me long after she'd left me.

I felt high when we were having sex, the rush of pleasure was addictive and the orgasms were mind blowing. Our level of intimacy had grown beyond anything I'd ever experienced before. I grew even more protective of her, so much so, that even Leah noticed. I was walking a very fine line between secrecy and discovery. I'd have to be more careful because I didn't want to be the reason that Rose had to explain her sexuality to her family, friends and fans.

Dobby liked me, he'd become particularly protective of me since Rose and I had become lovers. I wondered if he could scent her on me. Regardless, he adopted me, often following me back to my cottage at the end of the day. Rose didn't seem to mind so I didn't stop him. Hi silky fur and soulful eyes comforted me, as well as his snuffly puppy breath kisses.

I met an old school friend of Rosalie's named Charlotte, she was a wildlife photographer who was based in Kenya. She often took months off at a time to sell her work in Los Angeles and she visited Rosalie fairly often. It was obvious that Charlotte liked me. She soon asked me out on a date, which I politely declined.

I was a little uncomfortable with Charlotte's admiration. To the world at large I was single, but in reality I was very much taken, heart and soul.

"Why don't we go to dinner at Gino's?" Charlotte pressed me, a smile on her lips while she balanced precariously on my desk right beside my laptop.

She'd snuck in without even greeting Rose - this I knew because I'd just left Rose twenty minutes before and she'd been in the bath.

I smiled at Charlotte absentmindedly, while writing copy for Rosalie's charity's Instagram account.

"I can't." I hedged. "I have something on tonight."

Charlotte was a very attractive woman of around fifty, independent, worldly and mother earth sensual. But, beside Rose she paled into insignificance for me.

Charlotte grinned. "Playing hard to get, I like that about a woman."

I laughed, giving her the side eye.

"Maybe I'm not gay." I informed her jokingly.

I'd not come out officially, but I knew that the way I dressed and did my hair these days spoke volumes. My once very long hair had been chopped off, leaving a jaw length bob which I kept tied up mostly to expose my edgy undercut. I'd never dressed particularly feminine, but now I lived in jeans and mens shirts. I knew that ever since moving to LA my style had undergone a metamorphosis and I loved it.

Charlotte laughed, looking rather skeptical, her trousers clad knee nudging my arm.

"Everyone is straight - until they're not."

Rose walked in at that moment, she looked surprised to see her friend there.

"Charlotte! Hi!" She said with a smile and a piercing glance my way. I met her gaze and shrugged, indicating that I didn't know what Charlotte wanted. Rose understood the situation instantly and her full lips thinned with displeasure.

"What brings you by so early?" Rose asked her friend while getting her desk ready for the day.

Charlotte chuckled, sliding off my desk. "I'm trying to convince Izzy to go out with me tonight. But she's determined to make me beg."

My gaze flew to Rose's, just in time to see her beautiful blue's grow darker with some unnamed emotion. I hadn't realised that Charlotte would out be so disarmingly honest with Rosalie.

"Is that so? I thought Izzy was seeing someone." Rose replied, sliding her reading glasses on and staring at her laptop screen.

Charlotte shrugged, "First I've heard of it." She glanced back at me mischievously. "Can't be that serious."

I cleared my throat to remind them of my presence. They were speaking of me like I wasn't there.

"Right, I must be off. I'll leave you two with all your hard work." Charlotte smiled at me. "I haven't given up yet."

I smiled back but didn't reply, my attention focused on my woman, who was giving off less than subtle hate vibes to her own friend. I was surprised Charlotte didn't question her friend's hostility.

Charlotte left and Rose went about her usual routine without a word to me. Was she angry with me?

I got up from my seat and walked toward her cautiously.

"Ro, I…."

I wasn't sure what I'd been about to say but the words never left my mouth. Rose whirled around and grabbed me, her mouth on mine with painful intensity. Ravenous need curled through my belly, which quickly spiralled out of control and I was kissing her back just as hard.

Rose backed me into my desk and lifted me into it pushing the laptop and papers out of the way. I cried out into her mouth as her hand found its way into my panty and her fingers slid straight into me, again and again, hard, claiming me. I shuddered as I quickly fell apart under her frantic touch. There was no time for me to reciprocate, her assault on me had been fast and desperate.

I held into her, my fingers in her hair, as my orgasm swept through me with almost painful intensity while her tongue was in my mouth mimicking the movements of her hand. I was so fucking done.

Our kiss slowed to unhurried exploration and I held Rose to me, as close as possible, while my body twitched against her like I'd been electrocuted.

"All yours." I murmured against her lips as I drew back to examine her face. I was ecstatic at her show of jealousy. It was the first time that she'd ever been so possessive with me and I fucking loved it.

Rose nodded, her forehead touching mine as she removed her fingers from my body.

A sharp twist of new arousal curled through me as she lifted her hand free from my panty and sucked her fingers into her mouth, tasting my essence while her gaze held mine.

" Mine." She reaffirmed in a soft, husky tone which made my pussy pulse. I nodded, mesmerised by electric blue.

Oh yes, all hers.

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Rose invited me to dinner alone the very next night. It was nerve-wracking. There were to be no other guests. Only David, Rose and myself. To say I was uncomfortable was an understatement, but wild horses wouldn't have kept me away. If this was the only way I could be with her then it was what I was willing to do.

David greeted me normally, I'd half expected some degree of animosity or outright anger. But he acted as if it were perfectly normal to dine with your wife's female lover.

Rose took her cue from her husband and treated me just as she always had. We didn't touch or act too familiar. I was almost ready to go back to my cottage when David leaned back in his chair and took a long sip of his wine.

"You two can fuck now, if you like. There is no need to hide."

His blunt words caused me to inhale my wine and I choked, my eyes streaming.

Rose came over to sit beside me, patting me on the back helpfully and then smiled at me.

"What did I say?" David chuckled. "My apologies Isabella! Are you okay?" I nodded and tried to stop my eyes from streaming by dabbing at them with a napkin.

"The French are outspoken, are they not? They believe that honesty is the best way." Rose explained, taking my hand with familiarity, our fingers intertwining.

She glanced at David. A silent communication passed between them, which I watched with interest.

I was frozen in shock as Rose turned to me with intent. Did she mean to kiss me here, in front of her husband?

Instead, she pulled me to my feet and led me towards their bedroom. I was nervous, terrified and excited all at once.

Were we just going to go to bed and leave her husband in the living room?

Rosalie stopped in the middle of the bedroom. She turned to face me and my belly fluttered with arousal at the expression in her vivid eyes.

We hadn't shut the door, perhaps that was symbolic. There were no more closed doors for us here.

Rose pulled me into a kiss with her hand anchored firmly behind my neck. I gasped as our lips met, the addictive magic of our lips meeting stole my breath away.

Rosalie traced my lips with her tongue and I parted them to allow her access. My legs became weak as her tongue thrust into my mouth deeply and I clung to her, my hands in her hair holding her as close as I could. We were moving towards the bed, it felt as though it were in slow motion.

My emotions were all over the place, while my body was a live wire, tingling with sexual energy. Rose lifted my top off over my head which broke our kiss for a moment. Her hands cupped and moulded my breasts over my bra and I shuddered my nipples achingly hard at the slightest contact of her hands.

Next to go were my jeans, I kicked off my boots as Rose undid the button, my belly contracting fiercely as her hands brushed my skin. God.

I was standing there in my underwear breathing heavily. Rose was far from unaffected, she looked wild with desire, her blue eyes glowing, back-lit with searing passion. We kissed again, falling into each other hungrily.

I became aware that we were not alone. I saw David enter the room with my peripheral vision, our wine glasses in his hands. He went to the small lounge attached to their bedroom super casually.

I froze and Rose felt it instantly. She raised her head and stared at her husband. He sat down casually, watching us. They had a short silent conversation which took seconds, before she looked at me.

"He wants to watch, nothing more." She told me. I swallowed hard. "He won't touch you." She assured me, a slight edge to her voice.

Was this the price we had to pay to buy our freedom here in their home? It felt odd to have sex while being watched. Especially by her husband.

Rose pulled my face around to hers and I nodded in consent. Arousal curled through my body like fire. If I could have Rose I truly didn't care what I had to do. She kissed me again and my entire body reacted. I undressed her slowly, savouring each and every caress. I pushed her onto the bed, even as my gaze was drawn towards the spectre in the corner of the room. His dark gaze was fixed on us as if we were the most riveting of TV shows.

I decided to ignore him. I could do this - to be with Rose I'd do anything. I followed her down and my eager fingers slid into her panties, stroking her wet silky flesh. She shuddered and whimpered as I touched her intimately. Her underwear came off in my hands and I slid downwards until my face was buried between her legs. I'd never been so aroused in my life, this thing between us was decadent and all consuming. At the touch of my mouth Rose cried out and arched into me, her hands in my hair. A surge of moisture drenched my panty. I loved to make her feel good.

Next, my fingers entered her body, curling upwards while I thrust them slowly, in sinfully decadent rhythm, causing her inner muscles to grip me tightly while her hands gripped my hair in unison, urging me on. Rose came hard, in a rush, while I touched myself to alleviate some of the lust rushing through me. The taste of her was my favourite thing and I hummed in appreciation as I ate her out leaving no trace of her release behind. She twitched against me like she'd been tasered and I loved the lack of control we had with each other.

Rose rolled over, pinning me to the bed and I went with it. I loved her natural dominance, it was as hot as hell. I cupped her ass, urging her to ride my face, my own pleasure forgotten for the moment. The cries falling from Rosalie's mouth undid me, the sweet piercing throb of pleasure between my legs told of my fast approaching orgasm.

Shocked, I clamped my thighs together trying to stall my release. I'd never come without any physical stimulation before. Of course Rose noticed my movements and slid off my face. She moved down my body, her mouth kissing and sucking as she went, her arresting gaze fixed onto mine, holding it prisoner. I watched as she parted my legs and licked along my slit. I orgasmed immediately, already too far gone to stop it. I cried out and arched into her mouth, shudders of pleasure wracking my entire body.

Afterwards we lay entangled on the sheets and David eventually came to join us. I froze as he got onto the bed behind Rosalie. She was effectively sandwiched between us.

But David didn't want sex, he smiled at his wife and kissed her somewhat chastely on the cheek before getting more comfortable on his side of the bed.

I was very uncomfortable and awkward. Rose saw this and held me closer still, her nose in my hair.

"Relax, Izzy," she told me softly. "We're just going to sleep. It's okay, truly."

I nodded and curled into her side, my head on her shoulder.

It was a weird triangle. I realised that this was Rose's way of keeping her marriage and me. I was fascinated with David's lack of jealousy. I couldn't understand it, because I was writhing with the bitterness of sharing the woman I loved with her own husband.

How could he share her with me so easily? If she were my wife I'd never share her at all.

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Authors note; voyeuristic bastard isn't he? Izzy is out of her depth I think…what are your thoughts?