Hello My Loves! A lot happens in this chapter... If you get confused at any point, please send me a message. I hope you enjoy! Things get a little racy.
Rated: M/MA
Chapter Two: Pleasant Surprise?
He didn't come home last night; I don't know why I'm even surprised. Do I still love him? Can he still be the man I fell in love with? Did I ever love him at all? Of this she isn't sure.
The one thing is for certain, she is not happy, and this is over. Why live a lie? Bonnie Mikaelson is a pipe dream, an illusion for society. For him women are simply tools to have babies, I fear his father has watched too much Splendor in the Grass. I don't wish to be the woman in the end, in a loveless marriage bearing his children, tending to his homes as he gives pleasure to others. I want to be Natalie Wood, the woman he loved, the woman he lusted for.
I want to feel like a woman free from being objectified by a family's obtuse vision of decency.
She recalled a conversation they had where he said, "Respectable women do not have sex for pleasure; they produce heirs raising them in accordance to social standards."
How could anyone be so cruel? What will happen when I am gone? Will he pick up a new tool or will he take one of his "pleasure partners" and marry them?
Will he treat them the same? He never loved me and now I don't give a damn.
Nik's letter gave her hope opening her up to new possibilities- a freedom she thought never to be possible. After being told for so long that no other man would look at her, she felt a need to explore the truth, to seek it out for herself.
Submitting to Elijah's will has become a way of life, but being around these women who sound so strong, who feel so powerful leaves her to wonder if she could be the same.
I'm in this beautiful 3 story mansion with enough bedrooms to raise a football team, enough bathrooms to use a different one every day for more than a week, maids, butlers, chauffeurs, it just feels so lonely.
The doorbell rings, Bonnie descends the long wooden stairs yelling to the Greta, one of the housekeepers. To her surprise, Esther Mikaelson, her mother in law is at the door. She is a stunning woman indeed. She always looks at her with such sorrow as if she suffered the same life, kindred spirits, that's what they are.
Once the door is open, her beautiful brown eyes glare at the brunette momentarily. Her thick sun kissed hair is wrapped in a simple elegant bun. She is clothed in a plain black maxi dress and instead of it dwarfing her, at 5 ft. 9 in even such a simple outfit looked sophistication.
She engulfed the brunette in a bear hug. "Oh Bonnie, I need to talk to you darling!"
Bonnie let out a giggle. "Of course, Esther, please come in. Would you like some tea or does this call for mid-day martinis?" She arched a delicate brow as she looked at her mother in law.
"How about a double scotch, neat!" Esther spoke in her sweet maternal voice, yet Bonnie could feel the nerves pouring out of her.
"Very well then, follow me to Elijah's study." She led the older woman down the hall where the walls were decorated with expensive art pieces; Elijah always felt the need to flaunt his money falling into the cliché of billionaire conduct instead of finding new inspiring arts of his own.
The mahogany door which led to his office was decorated with gold inlay and had cursive capital M with two axes crossed forming an x underneath. Esther scoffed at the symbol.
"Is anything wrong Esther?" Bonnie curiously asked.
"It's that stupid Mikaelson crest. Do you know what it means? It's specifically for the men! It's a symbol of oppression!" The older woman pushed back the tears threatening to mar her cheeks.
Bonnie let out a sigh knowing that whatever conversation they were about to have was going to be emotionally taxing. She motioned for the older woman to step into the room before she closed it.
Elijah has a full bar in his study. Its concealed by a globe that holds the bottles inside. The large desk in the middle, plush black leather chairs, tapestries and bookshelf that used Faberge eggs as dividers all screamed prestige. This was exactly how he wanted it. A single window was in the room, yet no one could see from the outside in, no, that would be inconvenient. He wanted the power to see others where they couldn't see him.
Esther settled into one of the leather chairs in front of Elijah's desk eyeing the divorce papers resting on top. "So, you've really done it?" Bonnie looked at the woman, confused as to what she was referring to.
"The divorce, you really asked for it?" A small sigh fluttered from her mouth.
"I want someone to love me Esther. I want to be a woman to the man I am with. I thought when he asked me to marry him that it meant something and after years of waiting… I just can't do this anymore. I will not bring children into this world when my husband makes love to anyone but me. Hell, I would settle for actually being fucked by him." She bit out bitterly.
"I understand more than you know. I need to tell you something and I need you to help me." The older woman looked up at her daughter in law, she wished she had a daughter like Bonnie, yet she wouldn't want to condemn her to living as an actual Mikaelson. Yes, the only things worse than marrying into the family was being born into it. The harsh social standards guaranteed a fucked-up mind state.
"I'm all ears."
"I cheated on Mikael 26 years ago. I felt like you do, tired of being used, having to be the decent woman while other women enjoyed my husband and their own. I used to vent to a friend Mikael and I had in common, a widower named Ansel. He's a beautiful man, handsome, loving, and respectful. One-day Mikael cancelled the dinner plans he had with us, I knew what he was up to as did Ansel, so we decided to go regardless.
It was such a good time. I never remembered having so much fun with a man and after his wife Maryn died giving birth to a still born child, it was rare to see him smile so freely. In a way, we helped each other. When we left the restaurant, I told him I didn't want to go home, he knew that gilded cage was beginning to get the better of me so we went to his home to chat and have a few drinks.
One thing led to another and before either of us knew it we were naked sharing our bodies with each other. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust was heavenly. I had never felt so much pleasure in my life. From that day on we continued our affair. It lasted 6 glorious months." Bonnie was on edge frozen in place still holding the bottle of Scotch and serving glasses. The anticipation was palpable.
"What are you saying Esther?" The words were spoken in a shy whisper.
"I broke things off with Ansel when I found out I was pregnant with his children. My eldest, Finn, was born sick, so sick he died a few months after being born. My poor Elijah was cursed as soon as he was born with Mikaelson responsibilities and Kol was born free of that because he is the baby. The twins, Ansel's twins… I just wanted them to have a chance to be raised by a good family so I lied to Mikael saying I had to go away to visit my sick aunt. He didn't protest until he felt threatened by my extended stay.
I wanted to be with Ansel and I knew if I would have told him, he would take me away. I just couldn't do that to Elijah and Kol. They are my babies too and love their father so much. I had my close friend raise the twins. It wasn't like I wanted them to feel neglected… I just thought that perhaps they'd have a better life away from me since Mikael would certainly make our lives miserable.
About a month ago, I found out my friend, Ayana, died. I thought I lost my children forever, I didn't know what my she told them or if they even knew about me at all, but they did. They came to me, such beautiful adults they've become. My daughter is a gorgeous blonde with the presence of an angel and my son is a handsome passionate man with the soul of an artist. I was overcome with emotion, but I didn't know what to do. They are both intelligent and have found employment and live in a rather sketchy neighborhood in Brooklyn. I hate them living there, they are my babies."
Esther's sobs shook the brunette to the core. She placed the glasses and scotch on the desk and kneeled to comfort the woman in front of her. "What do you need from me? Tell me and I'll do it."
"I'm telling Elijah the truth today and I need you to convince him to let his siblings stay here. I would ask Ansel, but he is outside of the country doing business with the Salvatores. They won't be back until next month." Her tear brimmed bottomless eyes were pleading to the caramel beauty.
"Esther, Elijah doesn't respect a thing I say. How can I convince him?" Bonnie was at a loss. She wanted to help the woman in front of her yet didn't know how.
"Please, Bonnie, make him an offer he can't refuse." The brown-haired writer replied with a scoff.
"He has no problem refusing me… its other women he can't refuse." As the words left her lips, an idea struck.
"Esther, I have a plan. Leave it all to me. In the meantime, I need you to put together any money you are entitled to. I have been depositing my monthly allowance for the last two years into a private account. I fully intend on leaving this horrible life behind me. If you are willing, it can be a new beginning for the two of us." Bonnie smiled.
"Sweetheart… I think you mean the four of us." Esther responded to her smile.
The Mikaelson Tower is tall, standing over 60 story's high with dark tinted glass and Old Norse lettering outlined in crimson. Though many couldn't understand the lettering, the brand was well known domestically and internationally. It's been a few years since she visited her husband's workplace so when the lobby staff recognized her, she was pleasantly surprised.
Once she reached the elevator that goes up to floors 41-60, she pressed the button to bring her to the top floor. The ride was uneventful, several people entered and exited the elevator car sparing her glances and whispering to one another. Gathering her thoughts, she straightened out her tight pin stripped pencil skirt that reached mid-thigh long enough to cover the straps of her garter but short enough to leave little to the imagination. Her fitted bustier was hidden underneath the tailored matching suit jacket that reached her hip. The black stilettos with red bottoms, nude lipstick, winged black liner and wild long curly hair made her look like a man eater. This was exactly how she wanted him to see her. She wanted to make sure he was completely out of his element when he saw her.
When she reached the 60th floor the entire office halted. Some looked at her with envy, but most with lust. She immediately recognized one of Elijah's good friends, Vincent Griffith, who was approaching her most likely to stall her before she entered her darling husband's office.
The tall lean handsome black man's mocha eyes admired her lustfully. I still don't get why he cheats on her? If Elijah wasn't my friend, I would have her for myself. Bonnie remained oblivious to the charming man's thoughts.
"Hello Vincent. Would you mind letting me through? I need to speak to Mr. Mikaelson." Vincent was caught off guard at her use of formal name for her husband then quickly decided it was none of his business.
"Ummm… Sure Bonnie, go ahead." She was about to pass by him until she felt his large hand on her wrist. She looked up at him in question.
"Sorry, I just wanted to say that it was good seeing you and I'm sure every male and some women would be overjoyed if you appeared more often. You have always been fascinating and beautiful." Once he caught sight of the frown on her face, he let out a nervous laugh. "I'm sorry if I crossed the line."
Her eyes soften with his words. "You are too kind." was all she said as she walked away.
It was hard to stay composed; not knowing what awaits on the other side of the door and how she may react made bile build up in her throat. The nerves were getting the best of her. Be strong! No backing down now or we'll end up like Esther.
Courage returned to her like an old lover emboldened with purpose. Here goes nothing, she took a breath and tried to turn the door knob only to find it locked. Of course, Elijah isn't stupid.
"Fuck!" She mumbled.
Originally, she thought she'd barge into his office finding him busy with one of his women, take a quick snap shot, and then there'd be leverage enough to negotiate with Elijah. How naïve of her to think he'd fail to lock the door?
In reality, she was banking on the woman inside purposely leaving the door unlocked in hopes of severing their relationship and wanting to take her place. Who was she kidding? No one wanted her life when anyone can have her husband. It was foolish to think otherwise.
She decided the best thing to do was knock, so knock she did. 'Knock, knock'. No sounds came from the room, a normal person would dismiss the thought of any inhabitants but knowing Elijah and his love of privacy, the room was sound proof.
Losing patience, she decided to knock again, this time a bit harder. 'Knock, knock' the office floor was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
An annoyed Bonnie began tapping her foot incessantly. When the door finally opened, a woman who almost looked like she could even be related to Elijah was revealed. Her skirt was wrinkled, and she had failed to re-button her blouse properly. Once she realized who stood before her, she gasped loudly. Her body was blocking the doorway from Elijah's eyes.
"Hayley, are you going to tell me who that is or are you incapable of doing your job properly?" There it was that voice… so sinfully seductive and menacing at the same time. This is exactly why women fawn over him, she was fully aware. Too bad she was no longer under his spell.
Bonnie decided to cut the girl some slack and help her communicate.
"Surely you can find a nicer way to greet your wife." The hurt still lingered on her voice; no matter how prepared she was to actually see it. It still hurt.
Heavy steps approached the door followed by the same rich masculine timbre. "Hayley, get out!"
The poor girl never stood a chance; he practically pushed her out of the office casting her aside as if she were lint tarnishing his expensive suit. His deep mocha pearls twitched slightly noticing his wife's choice of attire.
"Please come in Bonnie." Not even acknowledging his presence or showing any affection, the brown haired writer walked right by him checking for the most suitable place to sit in hopes of finding a surface he hadn't bedded another on.
She looked up at the man she once swore she'd die for. It became so hard to look at him that perfectly sculpted handsome face with his regal nose, tan skin, sensual thin lips, and deep brown moons. He had that five-o clock shadow she loved so much. She remembered when they were dating she'd always run her hands across the stubble on his chin when he'd hold her. That was long ago. His cropped hair was slicked back and perfect. It only made him more alluring.
She forgot how tall he was standing 5 ft. 11 in. His subtly bulky athletic body was visible through his pressed navy button down shirt and black slacks. His rolled-up sleeves and loose tie only added to his sex appeal. Till this day he is still the one the most ruggedly handsome men she has ever met. But she had to remind herself that he wasn't hers, he was public property.
"Where is it safe to sit? You know somewhere unclothed vagina hasn't been on. Who knows what other type of women you sleep with, but bravo on Hayley? Was it? She certainly looks like a class act. At least you know how to satisfy someone." She laughed the pain away. Why should she even bother being sad about a situation she couldn't change? The only thing she could do is sever their already damaged bond.
Elijah took a moment to admire his wife. She looked incredibly sexy in her outfit, however going out like that in public will reflect poorly on his image. He needed her to realize being his wife was a position of respect and honor he only choose to give to her rather than have her as a whore with his other mistresses. He even waited until they got married to take her for the first time. Waiting is something he did for no one but her.
He grabbed her arm a bit too rough pulling her close enough to whisper lethally. "What the fuck are you wearing?" Yanking her arm out of his hand, she shot him a murderous look.
"I didn't come here to discuss what I am wearing. I came here to tell you we will have some relatives of yours staying in the house. Your mother will tell you more about it, but you are not to deny her request. Also, within the next month I want those divorce papers signed. In exchange for all of this I will not go to Barbara Walters or Oprah and discuss my husband's extramarital affairs, how he never comes home at night while I remain unloved and orgasm less bringing shame on the entire Mikaelson lineage." She was challenging him, and she knew that what she just proposed was risky. He may very well attempt to destroy her in any way he could. The man is a fighter for his own cause after all.
"So, you are bossing me around now? How many times must I tell you that decent women don't get pleasure from sex? That is what whores do. All those women you are complaining about are whores. Stop trying to be like them." Letting his fury take over, Elijah marched towards his wife pinning her to the empty space between a large Malangana equilibrium bookcase and the door, his face, their proximity, he was too close to her, she couldn't let him touch her after he just did 'God knows what?' with another woman!
"Don't you dare kiss me!" She hissed.
He took her threat and met it by forcing his lips on her, trying to claim back what he'd already lost. In many ways he knew he was wrong, he knew she deserved the man he could be. The man that would live outside of his family's standards for women, control, & respect.
He honestly didn't know if he could ever stop sleeping with other women. Then again, he was raised never to please the woman he loves, the only one he ever wanted to keep. The kiss felt like a good idea except she wasn't responding. No ardor was left in her. Too many nights were spent alone waiting for his arrival throwing out cold food. Too consumed by depression, she could barely keep food down. She desperately tried to hold on to any semblance of the woman she once was; he broke her and now she was building herself back up.
He was as cruel as she was beautiful, it's fucked up but that's how he was programmed. It didn't register at first but once he felt the sting, he knew what happened.
The fuming viridian eyed writer smacked him with all her might. "How dare you? That same disgusting mouth you kissed me was being used on that slut that just left the office.
Her meekness showed that she actually knows about me and didn't want to get caught! Hell, everyone here knows I am still your wife! Why won't you divorce me? Do you think so little of me that you insist on making me suffer, on giving me a loveless passionless marriage? Why Elijah? I didn't sign up for this, this isn't how it was supposed to be, how you told me it would be.
Loving you was slowly killing me and I have no intention of dying!" Her words started fierce, full of conviction and ended in chocked sobs diving in to a decrescendo until it was stuck at pianissimo.
He wanted to comfort her, he wanted another chance to do things the right way, but he didn't dare to ask. Hurting the woman, you love the most can create a reflecting gaping hole, the moon looking at the ocean examining itself marveling at their likeness.
"I'm sorry" was barely audible but loud enough for glimmering viridian eyes to lock into the depths of endless mocha pools. She wished she could inhale the scent of the man she knew to never say "sorry" in his apologetic form, she hadn't ever seen him look so sexy though she would never admit it.
The bittersweet truth was, he will never change. "I should go." She whispered.
Before she left, her head tilted towards him allowing her confidence to return like an estranged friend with open arms. "Keep an open mind when you speak with your mother and try to empathize with her. Oh, and I may not have anyone proposing marriage to me but since I've walked in, this entire floor has been giving me 'Fuck me' eyes… men and women. If you don't believe me, watch when I walk out from your office. I only noticed when I spoke to Vincent and it makes me wonder if that happens often.
By the way, until you divorce me, I will be like you and get pleasure from whom I see fit. Let's see if you like when the shoe is on the other foot!" She left without looking back leaving her husband angered by the plethora of lascivious looks directed towards his woman.
In a way, he knew it was sick, the way he loved her. The mere thought of someone else having her was too much to bear. He couldn't let that happen, he had a month to think of some way to keep his wife and his family. Picturing life without either was impossible. Maybe he's selfish, but at that moment he didn't give a damn.
Maintaining his cool was something he got used to. The entire reason Mikaelson family exercised control the way they did was because it was the only effective way the ancestors found to quell the Mikaelson curse of anger. If an Mikaelson became overly passionate about their mate, they would no doubt want to kill anyone who so much as looks at them. They would be too entranced by their obsession to be productive. This was a generational curse they were punished with.
Elijah fucked up by marrying someone he was deeply in love with knowing he didn't know how to love her back. His instinct was to go pummel Vincent. Bonnie's insinuation was obvious. He flirted, and she felt empowered. Her empowerment didn't bother him. His subordinates' flirtations did. He couldn't help feeling mocked for his foolishness as he knew that a man daring to flirt with what's his knows he isn't taking proper care of the rare gem in his possession.
Bonnie jumped into her Roadster feeling a lot better about herself, the crying she did during the elevator ride lifted some of the burdens laying heavy on her heart. She then decided to distract herself by calling Esther to give her the news.
'Ring, Ring'
"Hello, Bonnie is that you darling? How did it go?"
"Yes, it's me. I spoke to Elijah and didn't give him a choice. You still have to talk to him but tell the twins to come bring their belongings today. If they need movers, I can have the house staff go and assist."
"Oh darling, I'm at lunch with my precious babies right now! I don't know how to thank you."
"Thank me by being understanding and supportive of my divorce. I mentioned it to Elijah again, but he is still resisting."
There was silence on the line that lasted what felt like hours but in reality only a few seconds lapsed.
"He's my son and I love him with ever bone in my body, but as a woman, I understand."
"Text me the time they will arrive. Elijah hasn't come home in a week, so I doubt he will be home."
"Ok sweetheart."
The line disconnected from there.
Bonnie found she needed new energy and decided to put on "This Love" by Maroon 5 and treated herself to Zumba and Victoria's Secret in that order.
It was around seven when she arrived home. Her energy levels were at an ultimate high and her new hairstyle made her feel beautiful. Her caramel locks were still there minus about ten inches. She cut the hair she took so long in growing and felt an oppressive energy being lifted from her shoulders. The changed to a beautiful straight bob parted at an angle to rest over her right eyes giving her a sultry look. Her hair was cut chin length beautifully framing her forehead and cheekbones.
High off the illusion of freedom and addicted to change, she decided to get a tattoo. It was simple and rested exactly where her heart is on her back. She had the artist tattoo a grey scaled heart busting through the broken chain links. Linked hand cuffs blocked the front of the heart.
The needle biting into her skin caused her to scream. Tears poured out of her eyes, the artist got worried and asked if she wanted to stop. She offered him a brilliant smile through her teary eyes and told him not to worry about her. The pain was so liberating she mistook herself for a masochist briefly.
After advising ensuring the maids have made the proper accommodations for Elijah's half-brother and sister's arrival and setting the dinner menu, Bonnie took a long bath getting lost in the beautiful world of lavender, and vanilla.
She fantasized that her scent alone would drive a man to insurmountable measures of lust. It would intoxicate him to a point that he'd be driven solely to please her without reservation. The doorbell rang, and she chastised herself for not being mindful of time. Drying herself off she threw on a lacey white bra and matching boy shorts throwing a halter tied sarong over her undergarments and slipping into her jeweled sandals she raced down the stairs to greet her company.
Seeing Nik at the door holding luggage was not what she expected when she agreed to this. He oozed sex appeal in his charcoal leather jacket, off-white henley, ripped blue jeans, and leather black biking boots. His blonde curls were as unruly as ever barely concealing his vibrant blue eyes. Between his height, face, demeanor and sinfully herculean body, he was a walking orgasm.
She stood frozen on top of the stairs with her eyes locked on the front door attracting the stormy blue eyes like a magnet. When their eyes met his expression went from surprised to sensual in a matter of minutes. Her heart began to palpitate, the air grew much thicker, the sheer aura that was radiating from his body was restraining her movement pinning her legs in the exact spot she was in.
It took a moment for her to realize he was walking towards her, without thinking, she met him half way. "Nik, what are you doing here?" her shaky voice reached soothed his built-up anger yet he still ignored her question.
"You mean to tell me someone related to me is the one who neglects you? Tell me Bonnie, is this a good idea? I haven't even met this half-brother of mine and I can already see myself beating him to a pulp I don't like jesters and this man is most certainly a fool." Goosebumps covered her flushed caramel skin reacting to his words. His was the fire to melt her ice.
Predatorily he inched closer and closer until their arms touched. His cinnamon scented breath fanned the back of her ear causing her to breath to become staccato. The alluringly deep voice vibrated into her ear canal shaking her spine making her entire body feel wonderfully weak and aware. "The room, show me to my room."
Fear and anticipation were coiling in her stomach. This is a bad idea. I shouldn't be doing this.
"Bonnie" He said huskily. "Show me the room before I show you how to properly use all these random linen closets and bathrooms."
Her breath hitched feeling how incredibly wet her panties became reacting to his words. She couldn't prevent herself from being affected by him. Shaking her head, she grabbed his arm and walked him towards the guest room hall directing him to a magnificent studio suite the size of a large luxury apartment. The California king four post bed in the center of the room was the first thing the pale iridescent blue eyed man saw.
He closed the door locking it behind him and proceeded to pick the confused brunette up effectively tossing her on the bed as he climbed on top of her removing his henley leaving his amazing defined chest and abs. Several scars were visible on his beautifully masculine skin. Elijah's sexiness must come from Esther because Nik is mouthwatering. Oh my god! Elijah! I can't do this! What if he decides to come home tonight? Even if he's cheating on me, it doesn't mean I have to stoop to his level.
Her thoughts were interrupted and quickly forgotten when she felt his wet muscle making circles around her inner thigh. "Mmmmm…." The sensation alone was electrifying unlike anything she's ever felt before. She knew that she should stop him, but finally having what she wants made all rational thought escape her.
"You smell divine and you look beautiful, though you didn't need to change your look. You were already gorgeous." His plump lips vibrated closer and closer to her folds his fine regal nose pressed against her protuberance and had her thrashing from side to side. He inhaled her scent feeling intoxicated. "I would have kissed your first, but the aroma of your arousal was calling me. I've been dreaming about these lips…" his fingers grazed her folds. "…since the other night. They were just calling me, begging for my attention."
Bonnie was convinced that the man on top of her is a warlock of some sort. His words, tone, face, body, touch is absolutely mesmerizing. He slid off her lacey boy short leaving hot kisses down each of her legs in the process. Her whimpers were music to his ears, but he wanted to really make her moan.
Having his tongue flicking her button as he inserted a finger into her core transported her to another dimension. The pleasure was incredible her entire body became hypersensitive to the slightest touch. "Oh my god" Heavy pants echoed throughout the suite.
Nik was silently thanking whatever deity that allowed him to feed his growing addiction for the sweet caramel body he was currently devouring. Since he met her, she hasn't left his mind. Friday seemed too far away though it was only two days ago. Seeing her again, knowing he'd be close enough to touch her was enough for him to tolerate the foul man that chose to cheat on her… his own brother.
Her thighs began to lock his head in place rolling her hips to gain more friction against his tongue and the divine stubble on his chin. Though he enjoyed her enthusiasm, he felt the need to dominate her entirely. Flipping her on her stomach and bringing her knees up giving him an excellent view of her glorious rounded firm ass, he spread her cheeks apart allowing his breath to ghost over her anus and folds.
The pucker hole immediately reacted by pulsating. His tongue teasingly traced around it as his free arm locked her knee in place as the connecting hand rubbed her clit. The room felt like it was spinning. Her throat was dry and raw unable to control the groans coming out of her. Who is this woman? She couldn't even recognize her own voice.
"Ahhh…. God that feels amazing!"
He could savor her for days without getting tired or growing bored. Between her scent, reactions, moans, and delicious flavor he was going quickly from addicted to obsessed.
Knots formed in the brunette's stomach, the feeling was so foreign she didn't know how to react causing her entire body to tense up biting down on her lip hard trying to muffle her coital noises and bruising her lip in the process. Nik immediately took notice. A hand coated with her essence began to rub soothing circles on her flat smooth abdomen. "Tell me what's wrong." His lips vibrating against her labia made her eyes to roll back.
"I don't know what I am feeling or how to react." She moaned out the words. He was basking in her sweet melodious pleasantries.
"Don't think, just let go." Slippery fleshy noises filled the room as his fingers continued to thrust deep into her sex increasing the speed by the second. She couldn't take it anymore, she was losing the miniscule of composure she had left. "Ooooo….. N..ii..k… I think I'm… she couldn't complete her sentence for as soon as the words passed her bruised lips the tall sapphire eyed man added another finger using his other hand to increase the invigorating friction he was creating on her button while still using his tongue plunging it into her puckered hole.
The fireworks clouding her vision mirrored the explosion she felt being released from her core. Letting out a loud scream, her essence sprayed all over the expensive silk sheets, his hands and chest. Her body collapsed on the bed, her face flushed embarrassed by the mess she made.
Her lust filled eyes locked with Nik's. Both parties panted as if they just ran a marathon, he wanted her… badly! Yet he couldn't bring himself to take her… it wasn't the right moment. He simply wanted to make her feel sexy. By the look in her eyes he could tell his mission was accomplished.
The meek expression from her rose tinted cheeks and shy green eyes peeking through dark thick lashes was just too cute for him. "Don't worry, this is what I wanted to happen, this…" he showed her how his arms were covered in her juices and began to lick it off. "… Means I was effective in my task and my goodness, such divine flavor."
A confused look graced her beautiful face. She shyly asked, "What about you?"
He gave her a boyish smile and began to crawl on top of her. Through the denim of his jeans she could feel his throbbing thick length. If it were up to her, he'd be deep inside her by now and because he wasn't, insecurities showed its ugly face. He could tell by her expression that she questioned his actions.
Grabbing her face, he locked eyes with her getting lost in the hazy forest green pools of the enchanting creature he was quickly becoming attached to. In a furious eruption of passion, their lips met. She tasted herself on his mouth, it was amazingly erotic. She never felt more alive and now she only wanted more.
The sound of the front door slamming shut interrupted their bliss. Both of them scrambled to become decent again. "Shit! I think Elijah actually came home… Oh my god! He's going to be furious. Who knows what he'll do?" The words alarmed Nik.
"Has he ever hit you?" She froze in her place. "Tell me right now Bonnie."
Shaking her head, she replied "Elijah neglects me, is possessive and inconsiderate but he would never hit me. Please, don't think the worst of him. Deep down he's a good man. He's just not a good husband." Tears began to trail her cheeks. "I have to go. By the way you room is the one across from this one." She ran out the room into the bathroom making herself more presentable to eat with her husband, sister in law and new potential lover.
Elijah was furious after meeting with his mother. What type of woman goes outside of her marriage and has a love child? Didn't she know her place? The entire situation was unacceptable. It was only because he was already on thin ice with his wife that he allowed his half-brother and sister (the mere thought disgusted him) to stay in his home.
He got home for the first time in a week and noticed his staff was still making preparation to his siblings Nik and Rebekah's (What type of name is that?) rooms. He could care less for their comfort; the clock was ticking, and they had no more than three months to get their shit together and get the hell out of his life.
As he approached his front door, he was met with a pretty but nervous blonde woman. She had straight silky hair, curvy figure, peachy skin covered in light freckles, serene blue eyes, and pouty lips. He nearly smiled before he caught himself. "Rebekah, I suppose?" Elijah spoke coolly.
The woman paused and faced him. "Yes, I am Rebekah. I think Nik made it here before me, but I didn't want to just barge in." She laughed nervously. "Are you one of my brothers?" The blonde looked as though she was trying to contain her excitement. To her disappointment, Elijah did not share her enthusiasm. When she went to give him a hug, he frigidly dodged her. "I'm not the affectionate sort." was the only explanation he offered. Rebekah simply followed Elijah inside the house.
When he saw his beautiful wife coming down the stairs wrapped in a gold sarong he couldn't help but think she looked like a Grecian goddess capable leaving a multitude on awe of her ethereal beauty. He of course noticed the change in her look which would normally piss him off. She knew that he wanted her to keep her hair long, he always felt that women should have beautiful flowy long hair and though Bonnie is a woman of color, the care put into her hair throughout her life kept it luscious. He loved every feature of her body but her hair, has always been his favorite. Her cutting it made him feel like Samson when Delilah cut his hair and source of strength off. He felt that she should have asked permission, but he knew she was slipping through his fingers and he simply didn't know how to hold on.
Much to his dismay, Bonnie ran to Rebekah and wrapped her in a warm embrace before even acknowledging him. "You must be Rebekah? I'm so excited to have you here!" Her smile was vibrant and caught Rebekah off guard. There's a stark contrast between Elijah and Bonnie where affection is involved. Bonnie somehow gave the woman exactly what she needed. Rebekah allowed herself to exhale and for once since Ayana's death, feel home. Her and Nik had always been alone, but knowing that they have family means everything to Rebekah.
"Yes, you can call me Bex if you'd like." Bonnie gushed. "I love you already. I have set up the most amazing room in the house for you. We can stay up late, go shopping, have a sleepover in your room…" Bonnie was interrupted by Elijah. "Bonnie contain yourself. You are not a child and I'm sure Rebekah would like to be able to settle in before you smother her with your absurdities." Rebekah did not appreciate the tone Elijah was using with Bonnie. "Lucky for us, I tend to absurd things!" She turned to face Bonnie and gave her back to Elijah. "Everything you said sounds lovely!" Bonnie felt warm inside. "Greta, please have the guys help Bex with her things and show her to her room."
"Elijah, your brother is upstairs settling into his room. Here, I'll take your things. Please wash up for dinner." After handing over his briefcase and jacket, he grabbed his wife giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek. "You look beautiful." He whispered in her ear.
Noticing the clammy cool skin, he came in contact with he became concerned. "Are you sick?" grazing his lips on her forehead, he checked for a temperature.
"No Elijah I'm fine. I just washed my face is all. Be ready for dinner in five minutes."
Dinner was tense to say the least. Elijah stared his brother down as if he were trying to figure out how he could kill the long-lost sibling off with his eyes alone. What pissed him off even more was the fact that he was openly flirting with HIS wife and she was being receptive. Rebekah seemed to enjoy his discomfort, but he quickly dismissed her knowing he didn't need to worry about her trying to put the moves on his wife. He did not like the situation one bit. He felt the need to make sure his little brother knew who the king of the castle was so once dinner was done Elijah bid his sister and wife a good night and asked his brother to accompany him to his study for bourbon and cigars.
With the glasses filled and cohibas lit the two brothers stared each other down. Elijah was not one to beat around the bush and because of that he broke the silence.
"I did this as a favor to MY mother. You and your sister only have three months before your welcome is over. During that time, I expect you to respect my home, no drugs or women in the house that's what hotels are for and since you have a job I'm sure you can afford to accommodate my request.
Most importantly, stay away from my wife! I saw the way you were drooling over her, flirting shamelessly and I will not have that. She is off limits and most of all she is MINE! If you touch her, I will make you regret it. If you can remember that, I may be able to tolerate you." The menacing vibe oozing off of Elijah would normally be suffocating to others, but Nik couldn't help but scoff at his audacity.
He is not one to back down and Elijah will soon learn that.
"I only need a month. I don't do drugs and I wouldn't bring a woman to my older brother's house knowing how lecherous he is.
As for your 'wife'…" he used air quotes "…I imagine if you took care of her needs and was more attentive she would be happy. Have you even noticed she doesn't wear her wedding ring? I bet you didn't because you apparently have your head stuck up your ass!
You wouldn't have to tell me she is yours if you were doing your job so don't get mad at me for making her feel beautiful. Your superiority complex is laughable; a man who doesn't recognize a woman's worth is scum.
Oh, and I apologize but I am in her class which means I will be spending a lot of time with her. Deal with it! After all you are the man who is married to such an exquisite masterpiece who gets off of work late in the night in a questionable part of town to drive home alone unprotected only to get home to an empty house.
It's obvious the two of you are estranged so before you lecture me, evaluate yourself brother!" His cold words stirred something inside of Elijah, part of it was rage and the other part he wasn't sure of. He would not let this outsider get the last word though.
Elijah stood up grabbing Nik by his t shirt. "Bonnie is MINE and mine alone. Don't forget that; she will never be yours." He practically threw Nik back on the plush leather chair before he left his study.
He didn't want to admit it, but his brother's presence troubled him, and his words even made him warier. It was time to evaluate his treatment of his wife. He simply couldn't allow himself to lose Bonnie to a lesser version of himself.