Ch9

Randy

"Something along those lines..." Honor sits up bringing her knees to her chest and hugging them, she peers at me through thick lashes "You?"

"Nope," I pause tugging the towel around my neck then making my way to her, I lean on the bed frame the wood cool against my skin.

"I really am sorry," I hear her whisper. My girls have softened me so much; I glance over at Honor and don't like what I see. It's different from when she pisses others off because she genuinely couldn't give a damn about them, but me she looks so fragile and truly upset.

"It's okay," a long time ago I would have probably told her off to the point of tears, she would've hated me. "It makes sense to finish what you started. Please be careful."

Strangely that blinding smile of hers creeps over her face, "I've had worse things happen. I can handle myself Randy."

"You kids think you know everything don't you?" The smirk on my lips grows as she shakes her head side to side.

"No, I know I don't know everything nor do I want to. But I know how to handle myself... when it comes to my job."

"That's the thing; this business will chew you up and spit you out. You're just another pretty face with a nice body. Unless you find something that none of these other women on the roster has, then you won't be here very long. This is all just business at end of the day... You will have to swim with the sharks alone one day."

She crawls over to where I'm standing and traces the tattoo on my upper back, "I promise I'll be safe... I know how serious this is."

She leans forward and kisses my jugular; lucky for her she found my most sensitive spot. Honor traces the protruding vein with her tongue then gently bites me. A groan escapes my mouth, despite my will. I duck from her reach and she simply smirks.

"Play your cards right Honor. I will only help you so much." I leave her with that warning.

The water beats down on my aching muscles as I reach for the shower gel bottle. I hate how dominate sex is in my life. I don't want or need a personal bitch, tempting as it maybe for those lonely nights of travel; I know it'll just wreck my family life. When it comes to sex, I won't be the first to say I am a saint. Back when I was younger any woman that gave me eyes was fair game and I didn't hesitate to try to bed her. Thrill of the hunt complex I guess, I ended up hurting my now wife, I would send her things as if they were bandages to repair her broken heart. I think a few of those women even left their boyfriends for me. I couldn't control my carnal desires back then. That came with maturity and experience; for a while no one could break that control. Now Honor was the natural disaster that threatened to destroy the foundation. Before I get out I take care of the raging boner I was sporting, courtesy of Honor.

I slip on a pair of boxers then flop down on the bed. Imagining I'm home with my family, I drift into the welcome arms of sleep...until I feel another presence. Honor. She's standing over me wearing her underwear and a white button down men's shirt; the white accenting her luminous, creamy light brown skin.

"What-" she cuts me off by straddling my hips, heat emanating from the valley between her legs arousing me.

"You are going to tell me exactly that you want to do to me." She fluidly leans down suckling my bottom lip into her mouth biting me. Her waist length hair falls to her side and faintly brushes across my skin, triggering goose flesh. For a good while I let her soft hands explore my body, "Listen. I'm a married man."

"You didn't give a fuck about marriage when I sucked you off last time, so why the change of heart now?" Her persistence is gradually wearing my rationality. God I hate that she could easily win; when I tell her no it doesn't mean a damn thing to either of us. "That was a mistake that I won-"

"…that you wouldn't mind acting on again." She ground her hips to my erection; pushing my buttons is something she's very good at.

I seize her hips shocking her and rolling her under me. Grabbing her hair she yelped in pain then wickedly squeezed my penis to retaliate. Apparently she isn't so easily intimidated or discouraged.

"I have figured you out. You don't listen and you think you can smile pretty just to get what you want," I say biting her neck brutally, tasting a tang of her blood from breaking the skin. Honor screamed at the pain still pushing her hips to me. Breathlessly she spit, "You don't know anything about me."

"I'm going to fuck you until you are begging, no pleading for me to stop. Maybe even then I'll continue."

I tear her shirt open hearing some of the buttons collide with various objects. "Aww that was my favorite shirt..." she groaned.

I won't give her the tender, passionate kisses she craves. No, I bite her numerous places smiling immediately when the hickeys begins to form. Her moans ascend in pitch, probably confirming to Rob what I am actually doing to her.

Somewhere in my gut a sharp pang of guilt, echoed. I hate her at this moment, the sight of her shaking me with hatred. I'm going back on every promise I made to my wife, my daughter. Honor was right, that night was a mistake I don't mind acting on again and again. But she'll be the only person I indulge in this sinful act with.

I nip at her shoulder lifting her effortlessly I unsnap the pesky garment and pull it off. Lying on her stomach she resists me desperate to reestablish control, as I roughly strip her. The last article of clothing left, were her saturated panties. She was ready, but she wasn't getting her way yet.

"Get up; you are going to suck me first." Judging by the look on her face she wasn't in control anymore, and she didn't like it. Carelessly I pull the soft cotton fabric away from her, enjoying her cry of pain from the fabric burn.

"Would you like me to stop?" I snigger coldly at her anger then slide my underwear down my hips.

"Is that all?" the arrogance in her voice masking her fear.

Honor really underestimated my ability to control her. I stand above her as she kneels on the bed. She grasps my shaft bringing me to her mouth, softly sucking on my tip. My fingers entangle themselves in her long tresses, urging her to take more of me into her mouth. She glides her soft tongue over my slit tasting my pre-cum, and then sloppily kisses it. I roll my eyes to the ceiling then gaze back down at Honor. Her rhythm speeds up as she swallows my length, her cute little button nose pressing against my pubic bone. Completely relaxed she comes back up again tracing circles around my shaft with her morphine like tongue. Hollowing out her cheeks she increases her suction descending and ascending repeatedly, saliva sliding from the corners of her mouth. I moan rocking my groin to her rhythm also forcing more of my manhood down her throat. White heat surged through my body, warning me that I'm on the verge of cumming. My hand tightens in her hair as I ditch her pace in favor of a faster one. She gags, doing her best to match my erratic thrusts. Before she can steady herself, multiple spurts fill her mouth. Honor struggles away from me trying to regain her breath.