By: Tyke
“I’ll be back soon,” Leighanne said gruffly, walking towards the door. “I expect this house to be clean when I get back!” She walked out the door and huffily and slammed it shut behind her.
Bitch, Brian thought angrily. He loved his wife, but he hated her as well. Things had changed since they got married and they had changed for the worse. Ever since he’d slipped that ring on her finger, his pockets were shrinking and his heart was growing lonelier everyday.
“Mercy!” he shouted. Mercy was the maid of the house. He’d never wanted a maid but the more boxes and bags that came home from the store, the more Leighanne nagged for one.
“Yes sir?” Mercy came walking down the stairs briskly. Her hair was tied back in a slightly disheveled ponytail and her cheeks were pink. Leighanne must have set her to cleaning early, Brian thought.
“Leigh just left and I need help cleaning the house,” he explained. “Can you give me a hand?”
“Of course,” Mercy replied, pushing back a wisp of stray hair from her face. “Do you mind if I take a shower first?”
“No, go ahead,” he answered. “I’ll just get started down here.” She nodded a thank you and began to tread back up the stairs. Brian’s eyes danced across her body as she disappeared around the corner.
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Twenty minutes later, Brian walked upstairs and stood outside Mercy’s door, hands trembling. Why am I so nervous, he thought. I’m just asking her to help me clean, same as any other day. No matter how many times he said it to himself, he could not convince himself to believe it.
He tapped the door lightly and pushed it open. Mercy sat on the edge of the bed in her bathrobe, towel on top of her head, applying lipstick to her lips. Brian stared at the back of her neck, watching as beads of water dripped off of escaped ringlets of her dark black hair. His pants suddenly felt tight and his palms were sweating.
She turned her dark drown eyes on him and grinned, like she had been expecting him to be there. In that moment, Brian wanted nothing more than to kiss her grinning, freshly painted lips. He could almost taste them.
“Yes, sir? Can I help you?” Brian walked over to the bed without replying. He stood over her, desire coursing through his veins. She looked up at him seductively, seeming to sense and reciprocate his growing desire. His heart thumped in his ears and emotions ran wild throughout his body.
She stood up slowly and he found her mouth with his, lust taking over. She returned the kiss forcefully, owning the moment, and the towel slipped off of her head. Her hands reached up under his shirt and she rubbed his back, his chest, his stomach; anything she could get her anxious hands on.
She tugged his shirt up off over his head and pulled him down on top of her. Brian slowly slipped her robe off, revealing her warm, slightly damp skin. He aided her in the removal of his pants and now pleasure beat alongside his racing heart.
He slipped inside her and she moaned softly, embracing it. He began to thrust slowly, urging her pleasure to come. His movements became harder, faster, deeper. Her hips snapped and moved in time with his rhythm, holding his passion between her legs.
He felt the pleasure mount up, the throbbing becoming more persistent and unbearable; he couldn’t hold out for much longer. Finally, his hips jerked, releasing his hot juices inside of her. He put her back into a slow rise, moaning softly as he felt her juices warm him.
As she rode him out, her mouth moved to his neck and she sprinkled kisses along his collarbone, moaning softly each time her lips brushed his skin. Their breathing started to slow but Brian’s heart was still pounding. Moaning again, he rolled to the side and let the pleasurable darkness soothe him to sleep.
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Leighanne stormed through the front door and immediately began searching for Brian; she needed his credit card. She ran up to their room, thrashing through the room as if he were a hiding refugee. The mirror caught her eye; scrawled in Brian’s handwriting with a bright shade of lipstick were the words:
Red hot masquerade was never your shade...
Have Mercy.
Brian.
Leighanne was fuming now. She stomped down to Mercy’s room and she heard a low, muffled moaning coming from behind the door. She grabbed the door handle and turned it violently. The door was locked tight, holding a secret behind it. Leighanne looked down at the knob; a sign hung there loosely. It read, “Do Not Disturb.”