Chapter 5 Touching myself

Emily's POV

I sighed blissfully as warm water trickled out of the showerhead, onto my body, relaxing my taut nerves.

Running my fingers through my hair, I fluttered my eyes shut, and for an inexplicable reason, Donovan 's face wafted into my mind, causing me to blink my eyes open immediately.

The salacious memories of yesterday was stil fresh in my headâ€"especially how I'd all but told him off for making such a lewd utteranceâ€"I was so horny that I could have asked him to really fuck me.

Pushing the thoughts down, I closed my eyes again and this time around, my subconscious conjured up a scenario where Donovan was fucking me in the shower.

Strangely enough, I didn't feel the need to shake the lascivious imagination off as my pussy had already begun pulsating with arousal.

At that moment, I badly wished I could make my imagination come true.

I had never wanted something as much as I wanted the Donovan in my subconscious, to become real.

Damn, last week's events had broken me so bad, I'd now become a nymphomaniac.

But then again, being aroused was way better than feeling heartbroken about Joe and Abigail.

Now that I thought of it, I hadn't even thought about them today, which was a first.

Although I hid behind a tough facade, sometimes my thoughts couldn't help but slip to them, but strangely enough, I didn't even care about them as much as I used to.

Hell, I felt indifference in place of deadly anger, which although strange, was far better.

And now, I wanted to feel Donovan 's big, veiny cock inside my tight cunt. The fact that I was having such lustful thoughts about my ex's brother was utterly insane, but I couldn't be bothered to care.

In that moment, all I wanted was for him to bend me over the shower and plow me hard from behind.

As my pussy puckered with sexual hunger, I ran my hands down my body while moaning loudly, without a care in the world.

I had never been so thankful that I had my own place up until that moment, as I was free to do whatever I wanted, without anyone catching me in the act.

Sliding a finger down my slit, I fondled my boobs and flickered my nipples like it was a light switch, an overpowering wave of erotic arousal striking me.

I had never had something in my pussyâ€"not even my finger, as I'd always anticipated Joe would take care of everything on our wedding night.

As I slotted my finger into my tight core, I realized just how badly I'd been depriving myself of one of the best feelings ever.

My core burned but it was in a pleasurable type of way, as arousal juice trickled down my thighs. Then, I added another finger into my slit, with Donovan 's name on my tongue like a prayer.

I could see him wrapping his arm around my neck from behind, while he scissored me open with his thick fingers.

He would litter ferocious, open-mouthed kisses down my back while I jutted my ass against his rock-solid cock.

"Oh, Donovan ," I whimpered, as I came to the painful realization that although I could pleasure myself with my fingers, they were not enough.

I needed something meatier, veinier and bigger.

Specifically, Donovan 's monster cock.

Although I failed to get a glimpse of his crotch, I could tell he was packing down there, because he exuded such dignifying big dick energy.

Huge dick energy even.

Inhaling sharply, I fastened the pace at which I fingered myself as I imagined Donovan taking his hand off my neck to stroke the beady flesh of my clitoris with sensual vigor.

Blood mixed with desire throbbed in my veins, my pulse quickening with forbidden longing as I inserted a third finger into my pussy.

A delicious shudder shot through me as the Donovan in my imagination licked my helix, causing me to arch my back deeper while holding onto the shower glass for dear life.

Convulsive waves of erotic gratification gripped me at that moment, causing my pleasure to escalate to the highest peak.

It was then I realized that this was the orgasm that I'd read about in romance novels.

"Oh my goodness," I gritted out, as my belly fluttered with a sort of delicious warmth.

Having an orgasm was far more gratifying than reading about it.

My orgasm hit me with full force, rendering me incapable of moving or even speaking for a moment as I gradually climbed down my high.

It was then it occured to me that I had really masturbated to the thought of my ex's brother who also happened to be my boss, fucking me hard.

Perhaps I needed a therapist, because there was no way this was normal.

Having such salacious thoughts about Donovan , that is.

Had he not asked me that wanton question yesterday, I wouldn't be having such illegal thoughts about him. It was as if his question had awoken something inside me that I never knew existed in the first place.

Exhaling shakily, I pulled my fingers out of my core and finished my shower, silently hoping the water had washed my forbidden attraction toward Donovan away.

Moments later as I walked out of the apartment complex, I was stunned to see Abigail standing in the parking lot, her eyes empty and sunken.

Regardless, I couldn't even be bothered to feel an iota of pity for her.

I didn't bother paying her any attention even when I noticed that she'd seen me, however, I was forced to halt in my path when she ran up to me, hindering me from taking another step.

"Get out of my way, Abigail," I hurled, and she shook her head in negation as she brought her hands together in apology.

"I'm sorry for everything, Emily," Abigail said. "Please give me a second chance to atone for my mistakes."

"So you expect me to forgive you just like that, isn't it?" I huffed in disbelief. "You got married to my ex-boyfriend, Abigail. You both cheated on me and made me look like a fucking fool. Let me just ask you one question, why did you do something so awful to me?"

"I-" Abigail sighed heavily, as she fiddled with her hands. "I'm sorry."

"Wrong answer," I replied. "You know what, just go and live your life with your new husband and quit bothering me, am I clear?"

"Emily, please."

"I don't even understand why you're begging me, Abigail," I snapped. "I'm gonna ask you another question. How many years did you date Joe for?"

Sighing heavily, Abigail responded, "We dated for two years and trust me, I didn't mean for it to happen. I don't know what I was even thinking when I agreed to date him, Emily. Maybe he cast a spell on me."

Her last statement made me roar with incredulous laughter.

So Joe and Abigail had dated for two good years, without arousing my suspicions.

I had to hand it to them, they both did a good job of playing me.

"You know what, I don't have time for this. Just get out of my way," I said. "I'm almost late for work. Let this be the last time you ever show yourself before me, Abigail."

And with that, I brushed past her to the bus stop, my heart scudding with anger.

I decided against letting Abigail's foolish self ruin my day, so I willed my fury away.

On getting to work, I found out Pamela wasn't coming to work today, and had assigned me to attend a meeting with the other heads of department, on her behalf.

With the way she always made me do her work, one would think she'd at least have the decency to thank me, but she never did.

I was stupefied when I entered the conference room and saw Donovan sitting at the head of the table, with the other heads of department.

Thankfully, the meeting was yet to begin.

"Good day," I greeted all of them, before taking my seat beside a middle-aged man.

"Good day," All of them greeted back while Donovan darted me a smirk, which caused heat to stir in my guts, before looking away.

The meeting lasted for about an hour, and I was able to jot down some important information for Pamela.

"You are not a head of department," Donovan 's baritone wafted into my ears, as I stepped out of the conference room.

I didn't even realize he was behind me.

"Yes, sir. I'm here on my HOD's behalf," I replied, to which he hummed.

I wondered what he'd think if he knew that I had fingered myself while thinking about him earlier.

"Alright then. We will be seeing more of each other in the future," He smirked, his low voice causing desire to pool in my core.

Before I could process the double meaning of his statement, Donovan swaggered off.