Chapter 10 Casual Sex Gone Wrong

"You're so fucking perfect..."

Michelle gasped as Ethan nibbled her ear, making her breathless. She shut her eyes as she felt a tingling sensation going through her. It was like a ball of fire that awakened something down her groin, making her feel the pleasure that her body craved.

He took her face and kissed her. It was hot, rough, and felt so great that Michelle kissed him back, holding his nape while she tiptoed to deepen the kiss. The mixed smell of Ethan's cool mint breath and the whiskey he drank was intoxicating, and she couldn't stop kissing him the more she smelled them.

Ethan's hand traveled down her bottom. He gently squeezed one of its cheeks, and it doubled the sensation that was trying to kill her. She let out a soft moan; her voice sounded undeniably submissive.

His arousal began to surge through his body. His crotch hardened more in his pants, and he slowly poked her lower belly. The more he rubbed it against her, the sweeter her moan would get.

Ethan had bedded a lot of women before, but none of them had ever made him feel so excited. They were bathing in the uncontrollable bolt of electricity, making him want to fuck her hard and crazy until they both passed out.

His lips went to her ear, and he bit it before he planted kisses on her neck.

"What am I supposed to do about this, Mich?" His voice was rasping.

When he looked her in the eyes, he could see the same emotions in them-lust and insanity. Her eyes darkened as she sucked in a breath.

"I'm burning..." she whispered.

Michelle could feel her body burning in desire, making her crave to get laid. He kept squeezing her behind with his hand, and his erection kept poking into her hips.

Oh... this man, she thought.

She bit the bottom of her lip as her insides started to melt.

Ethan's mind was clouded with all the sultry things he'd like to do with her. His breathing was ragged, and in one swift move, he carried her, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing her roughly.

They walked, and he pushed her into the leather bed afterward. When he started undressing himself, he noticed how Michelle swallowed so hard that it turned him even more.

"You're not escaping me tonight," he leered at her.

His words sent shivers down her spine. Michelle's heart was pounding aggressively. She knew that the man was dangerous, but she couldn't force herself to run. Instead, she watched him take off his clothes until all that was left was his boxers, and beneath it was his huge, erected manhood.

She breathed heavily when Ethan joined her in bed and kissed her aggressively with lust and desire. Shaking, she touched his back. Her nails dug into his skin when his erection teased her behind her pants.

"Fuck," he moaned in her mouth before his hand travelled all the way down to her groin.

She moan loudly when he started rubbing his finger against her sex through her pants. Pleasure rushed through her like a rapid river. Michelle let out a gasp when his finger circled her wet clit.

Ethan kissed her stomach and climbed between her legs. Her mind told her to protest, but her body couldn't be controlled. She liked how Ethan slowly removed her pants, his touch making her tremble more.

When his fingers slid into her wet underwear and his thumb dusted her folds, she had lost her sanity. Her body arched. She could hardly keep her eyes open anymore. With every lash of his finger into her folds, her mouth let out a moan.

"Fuck, you're so hot, Mich..." he said, and then began to remove her underwear.

Her face turned red as he saw her sex. Except for Ethan, no man had seen her naked before. This time, she wasn't drunk and knew how he'd do her; the more she anticipated, the wetter she got.

Ethan then unbuttoned her long sleeves. Without breaking eye contact, he was able to remove her upper clothes and unclasp her bra before she even realized it. Then there she was, all naked under him.

His hand caressed her cheek, and then it went to her jaw, neck, clavicle, until it reached her left breast and its peak.

She moaned, feeling the playfulness in his finger as he circled her peak in a repetitive motion. His eyes grew darker when her mouth formed an 'O'.

Clenching his jaw, he took both of her hands and placed them upwards.

Michelle heard a metallic clicking sound and then felt the coldness of the hard metal on her hands. She looked above her and realized she was now handcuffed.

Her heart rate picked up at the sight of it. It was supposed to be a dreadful situation for her, but it was odd that she felt excited.

She glanced at Ethan once again. His jaw was clenched as he stared down at her. Their eyes were locked even when he removed his boxers, flaunting his erection that made her gasp for air.

"I'll try to be gentle..." His voice was so gravelly and hypnotizing that Michelle could only nod, air leaving her lungs.

Her eyes dropped lower. He was big, really that big. That made her swallow the lump in her throat. Her toes began to curl when he went on top of her.

The next thing she knew, she was having the absolute best sex ever.

Michelle almost collapsed after what seemed to be hours of sexual intercourse. As he heard Ethan finally remove the handcuffs from her hands, her mind was racing, her eyelids were heavy, and her vision was blurry.

She was panting and filled with sweat, feeling the numbness of her arms and the pain of her entire body. Even if she wanted to stand up and wash her body, she was too exhausted that her consciousness was betraying her already.

"I'm sorry..." were the last words she uttered to Ethan, lying down on her side.

She shut her eyes, and the rest was darkness.

***

The next morning...

"You can go back to your room, and take a bath. We need to go to the office early."

"What?" Michelle asked Ethan, confused.

She rose up a bit, holding a duvet that was hiding her naked body and staring at him with confusion. Ethan glanced down at Michelle's arm and saw the teeth marks all over it. His eyes went to her wrists and he noticed the faint bruises on there because he handcuffed her. The sight of it made him regret what happened even more.

Ethan swallowed hard. "Fine, you can take a leave for today so you can rest."

He avoided her gaze as he stood up. He grabbed his pants on the floor and wore them.

"You're unbelievable," Michelle uttered it softly. ""So, what was that? Just a casual fuck?"

"I need to go. We can talk after work,"" he said, ignoring her question.

Michelle huffed in frustration, and Ethan could only swallow hard.

"Look, we have to talk. I should know where exactly I stand-"

"You stand as my wife, Michelle." He cut her off and turned to meet her gaze. "I have no time for drama. I need to go to work."

Tears formed on both sides of her eyes as she watched Ethan exit the room. It wasn't the conversation she had expected after what happened last night. She thought he could be more honest with her. However, it was only wishful thinking. It was as if cold water splashed over her head, making her come back to the reality that she had married a beast who couldn't be tamed.

***

In the office, Michelle could feel her body aching all over. Nevertheless, she still managed to finish her morning to-do list on time. She and Ethan acted professionally at work. There were instances she wanted to confront the man for being an asshole, but she kept her emotions under control as she didn't want to humiliate him in front of his employees.

It was around afternoon when Ethan's best friend, Andrew, appeared in the office. Michelle didn't know him personally and only saw him once during her wedding.

"Hey, what's up?" Andrew greeted her with a smile.

"Hi," she greeted him back and offered him a thin smile.

Compared to Ethan's grumpy face, Andrew looked more friendly and obviously a Casanova.

"Have you seen Ethan? He's not in his office?" he asked, taking a peek into the little transparent part of the wall where they could see the inside of Ethan's office.

"He's currently in a meeting with board members." She checked her wrist watch. "It should be done in less than an hour. Would you like to wait for him inside his office?"

"Absolutely, and you may perhaps bring me a coffee?" He smiled. "Still having a hangover."

"No problem. I'll serve your coffee in a few minutes."

Michelle prepared a coffee for her husband's best friend. After that, she went inside his office, where he saw Andrew sitting comfortably on the couch.

"Thank you, Michelle," he said as she served his coffee.

"Not a problem. If you need anything, you can just call me using the intercom on Ethan's table."

"Sure." Andrew's eyes dropped to her wrist.

Michelle noticed how he narrowed his eyes as he looked at it. She didn't realize that her faint bruises were exposed. She hid them on her back and smiled at him.

"I'll return to my desk," she said, and was about to go but...

"Are you already aware of Ethan's secret?" Andrew asked, which drew her attention.

She turned to him and eyed him curiously. "Do you know something, Andrew?"

A smirk escaped his lips.

"You can say that I know everything about him," he said.