Eleven

His gaze on me forces my eyes to return to my fingers on my lap. "Why did you do it?"

"Because..." A sigh leaves my lips and I start all over. "I know you won’t touch me and when she offered, I could not say no, my body wanted it. I need to feel like a woman."

Brandon nods in understanding, his tone when he starts to speak is still chilly but his gaze softens. "I have not touched Sophia since we got married. She is one of my sub, the oldest one. I didn’t touch her. Whatever you think you saw was simply her trying to seduce me. I didn’t cheat on you. I’ll never."

The sincerity in his voice as his words descend on me like a cloud of darkness has me unable to look at him due to the immense guilt I feel. I cheated on my husband two days after our wedding.

"I’m sorry," I manage to say with my head cast down. "Please. I can’t handle a divorce."

"I want this marriage to work," Brandon says and my heart begins to gallop, it’s the last thing I expect to hear from him but I am glad to hear it. I also want us to work. "Did you like her touch? Don’t lie to me, Elna."

No one calls me by my full name, everyone calls me El, even Brandon but since we got on his private jet, he has been calling me Elna. I am not sure I like it because he started it due to anger but I nod in response to his question, my eyes barely meeting his.

"Get rid of the robe," Brandon murmurs and I obey. The robe pools at my feet and a knock at the door stops his next order.

A slim lady steps in at his request and my eyes scan her outfit from head to toe. She is putting on a red, fitted suit, a beret of the same colour sits atop her brown hair which is in a bun at the nape of her neck and her red heels make her tower over me.

"Thelma," Brandon says. "I need some ice."

Thelma nods at him, then at me, she picks the empty cup at his feet and leaves the room with a sway of her hips. She is pretty.

"Have you slept with her?" I ask. The bronze skin damsel with long legs who just walked out of this room is like those models I worked with in the past. Tall, sexy and beautiful, any man will be glad to bed her.

Brandon chuckles, he angles his head and his tongue swipes over his lip. "No." He laughs again. "Please give me some credit, I don’t sleep with the staff." His eyes darken and my breath hitches at his intense stare. "Where did Sophia touch you?" I point at my crotch area and breasts. "Sit on the bed."

His tone brooks no argument, I nod and lower myself to the edge of the bed.

"Spread your legs."

My eyes widen at his command and my heart starts a wild dance. I do as I am told and the throbbing between my legs resume.

"Show me."

"What?" I breathe out.

I heard him loud and clear the first time, I did. My body begins to thrum in response to his order but I stay still and wait. Wait for him to repeat himself. I don’t want to be too forward again. Moisture gathers in my panties, my nipples are awake and straining against the sheer lace top I am wearing but I wait with my head angled to one side.

The top leaves nothing to the imagination, my huge breasts are on display and Brandon’s eyes rest on them the longest he has since we got married. I suck on my lip, my eyes glazed over as I watch him, hoping he will touch me. He’s the major reason I am putting on this outfit. I want his touch.

Brandon comes to kneel between my legs and I suck in a sharp breath when he points a finger to my rock hard nipples as if to touch me but doesn’t. I blink twice and sigh.

"Show me," he says. "Touch yourself. Erase every single memory of her touch from your body. Can you do that for me?" he asks in the softest voice he can muster and I nod.

For him, I can. If it will get me back into his good book, I will do it. I want us to work.

He places both hands on my knees, urging me with his eyes to start and I nod again. Two of my fingers slip into my wetness and I moan at the sudden pleasure that overcomes me. My back arches as I pick up speed, I try to squeeze my breasts with the other hand while my fingers continue their thrusts but it’s futile so I just close my eyes.

"Eyes on me, Elna," Brandon says and I nod. My eyes fly open; my breathing comes in pants as I struggle to keep them open. I move my hand to the hem of my shirt to pull it off when he whispers, "It stays on."

I nod again, both of my hands come to my chest and I squeeze, knead them like bread dough. A knock on the door slows down my movements, I blink and lick my lips.

"Don’t stop," Brandon calls out as he moves to the door. He returns shortly with a bowl of ice and I swallow when he returns to his kneeling position. "Do not stop, Elna."

My hands are shaky as I continue groping my large breasts while his movements are steady, determined as he pulls my short and lingerie down to my knees. He blows air on my core and I shiver, I want his touch.

"Lie down. Do not stop touching yourself."

The words to answer him dry in my throat as my back connects with the bed. I don’t stop touching myself, I try not to as I feel a cube graze my clit. My body jerks at the full contact of the cube inside my vagina, a strange warmth comes over me and I have to bite down on my tongue to keep myself from flying out of the bed and into his arms.

"Let me know if you want to come," his words pierce through the fog of horniness in my head and I manage to nod twice.

Waves of shock crash over me, my toes curls and my body squirms as he begins to circle the ice over my clit. He has not used his fingers yet but it is more than enough to cause a tightening of my belly. My eyes roll to the back of my head, my hands drop from my chest and my legs begin to vibrate.

"I’m coming," I whisper-shout, "I’m coming!"

All of Brandon actions cease, he walks back to sit on the sofa and I groan, feeling the loss of the ice more than ever. Pushing myself to a sitting position, I try to avoid his eyes as my hands pull my short and underwear over my waist.

I will see to it that he finishes what he started and I don’t care how I will go about it but it must happen. I have two weeks with this sex god, I intend to make use of it.

"Get dressed, we land in twenty minutes."