His Forbidden Desires

The night cloud was covered with stars as any would count it by, shining perfectly on the J Hotel. Most of the streets were empty but the cars present at the parking lot of J Hotel was enough to know that a special activity was going on.

The underground club at J hotel was booming with lots of bachelors and spinsters, heavy music playing in the background, emotions and desire filled the air mixed with lust. Some would call it dirty thoughts.

Sitting in a corner of the VIP section was a young man with golden brown eyes, long silky hair to his shoulders, clad on a Dark Green suit, holding up a glass of wine. A taste of perfection and seduction. Despite the dark corner he was in, he seemed to emit radiance as the light shone perfectly on him. The lines on his hands visible while he held the thin ends of the glass.

A waiter walked up to him with holding a bottle of wine in a black tray coupled with another glass.

He lifts his head to him,

"I didn't order" His words hint with a touch of annoyance.

"It's from the lady over there" the waiter pointed at a woman seated by the bar.

He turns forward to find a gorgeous woman staring back at him, wearing a seductively sweet black dress pressed onto her curves and slender waist. Her eyes green and bright matching her dark red covering a side of her face. Her lips pink and her skin glowed under the blue neon light.

Arthur has had several advances made at him, coming from different types of women but there something about her that wouldn't let him look away but rather he held her gaze as long as she looked at him until she pulled away.

Not a smile or a flirtatious kiss came from her, if she hadn't sent the wine his way then he'd probably think he got the wrong person.

Shoving the alcohol present in the glass down his throat, he wiped his mouth clean. He sat there for a little while letting his thoughts disarray, his eyes still pinned on her waiting if she would catch him staring, he wanted her to.

A minute of waiting and his feet picked up, a finger in his right pocket while he made his way to her. She was having a little chat with the bartender, he could hear her little laugh. He made his way to picturing her body as he got closer.

Not able to see her face, he frowned before leaning on the counter beside her.

Arthur had never walked up to a lady, especially in a club but he found himself wanting to talk to her. His hands were itching to touch the bottle of wine she sent to him. If he touched it then it meant he had accepted her advances towards him before he could think about it, he had opened the bottle and poured out its content into his glass and drank it without hesitation.

"I believe this one is for you?" He said and she turned to him. He is hold a glass of wine in his hand, the same wine she had sent to him.

His eyes catches her again and he was struck in a daze, who was she?. She was damn gorgeous upclose, even more beautiful than he had thought her to be. A familiar feeling washes over him, a urge to take what is his. An ordinary man would refer to her as a goddess, her perfect green eyes to her thin lips. She was a fucking dream.

"Well thank you, but I got that just for you" she replied pushing it back to him.

"I insist" he said and pushed it back.

She picked up the glass and took a tiny sip then dropped it on the table, before she could utter a word, he had already drank the rest.

"What do you say we talk about this in a room?" She asked with a quirky smile on her face.

She was straightforward and damn did he love it, she looked like a woman that would go after what she wants and take it. A similarity to him.

Taking his perfect time to think about an answer to give to her, he knew exactly what she meant but was he really considering it. He had never gone to a room with a woman neither had he accepted any advances from any woman but with her, it felt like he wanted to please her. Like he would do it all over again if he was given a second chance.

Maybe it was the liquor speaking to him, whispering for him to say yes and not turn down the pretty woman.

"Are you going to turn down my offer?" she asked snapping him from his thoughts.

Just One Night, he said to himself. What is the worst that could happen in just one night. By morning he would be long gone and he would never hear from her again even if he didn't have to visit the club again just so that he wouldn't bump into her.

"Let's" he replied.

The confirmation of a key card and the door to a 5-star suite being opened. She made her way into the room trying to admire the scenery, the black curtains shielding the glass window. The bed covered in nothing but pure white sheets, the ombré marbles on which she stood. It was a beautiful room to her but all Arthur saw was a woman.

A means to get laid for the night, to fill her to the brim and if possible own her. He suddenly grabbed her hand, his left arm wrapped around her waist, he guided her backwards until he had successfully pinned her to the wall.

Her breath picked up as her chest took a fast movement up and down, not only was her eyes the prettiest thing he had seen all night but her smile too. When she fixed her gaze on him waiting for him to make the first move, his fingers around her fitted perfectly that he wished he could pick her up and swirl her around. Without further thought, he pressed his lips against hers turning it into a deep and passionate kiss that he had no idea if he wanted to stop.

A sharp pull and her body was brought closer to his, he could feel her warmth, her hard nipples poking through the dress pressing on his sturdy chest.

His hands held her thin waist while his fingers pierced through her dress, his breathing was faster than he could control, he bit down on her lips drawing it and then kissed her. It was something he could no longer control, it felt like he had longed to do it for a long time and now that he got the chance, he wasn't going to fuck it up or lose it.

She wrapped her leg around his waist, her clit rubbing on his hard cock pushed back in his trousers. He picked her, his fingers pressing against her silky skin just as she expected him to and he made his way to the bed.

He laid her carefully then took off his jacket before he climbed the bed.

She flipped him over kneeling in front of him as she unbuttoned his shirt, her tongue slips up until she got to his chest. Her eyes dart to his and he doesn't look away not even for a second, those green eyes had become his favorite thing. She leaned her body downwards raising her hips forward, she could feel him poking underneath his trousers. A smile crawled up her lips, she loved that she could get such a reaction from him. When she saw him and sent him the drink, she never thought he would oblige.

His hands held her waist firmly in place while rubbed her wet clit against his groin. She was teasing and he fucking knew it, he couldn't have it that way so he flipped her over making sure that she was underneath him. Her dress loose on both ends, she began to wonder when he pulled her zip and unclutched her bra, he took the dress off her and tossed it to the ground.

He paused.

His eyes trailed her body as he admired every inch of her, tat familiar feeling washed over him, to own her, to make her his woman, it was almost like she had been in his arms before, yet he didn't even know her name.

His hands caressed her body giving her a light massage, when he got to her breast, he gently caressed them giving her a tiny sensation. She hitched in response, her lashes covering most part of her eyes.

Suddenly,

He pulled away from her blinking his eyes,

"What's wrong?" She asked confused by why he would stop when he was halfway at getting what he wants.

He couldn't do it, he couldn't take a woman that wasn't his, it felt illegal, forbidden for him to touch her.

The air in the room was absolutely quiet as he sat on the edge of the bed, the lady hadn't said anything to him watching him think. It was wrong to touch her but yet it felt so right. Like she belonged to him and he could have her.

A soft touch on his body was able to bring out sparks that he never knew existed in him, her fingers trailed his back, they were soft and tender and they walked magic on his body as she caressed him all round. Before he could think again, he had already pinned her to the bed with an intense and passionate kiss.

"Fuck it" he said to himself relieving every fantasy he had in his head, each passing moment there were several thoughts of things that he wanted to do to her and he did them. She didn't complain either and seemed to enjoy it.

She loved how he pleased her, she had never seen a man so gentle in touching a woman, it was as if he was scared that she would break any moment so he took his time with her.

"Oh my god" she moaned when his fingers made his way into her vagina, he played with it as he listened to every moan she could make from enjoying the sensation of it.

With her, he felt like he could do anything, like she was his and was always his.

"Mine" he whispered underneath his breath, claiming his territory by leaving a love bite on her neck. Merely looking at it made him crave more, it made him want to keep more marks on her body enough for people to know that he did that and that she belonged to someone.

"My turn" her feminine beautiful voice whispered in his ears as she tipped him over getting on top of him.

There were so many things that a tongue could do to give a man pleasure and she wasted no time in doing all those things to him. His soul left his body as his eyes were pure white, his teeth gritted tightly together while he shoved her head further against his groin.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked lifting up her head and gaping directly into his eyes. Those eyes told him that she didn't want to stop, he didn't want her to either, if he could be with her all the nights of his then he would do that, he got intoxicated by her eyes, her beautiful green eyes.

How dare he tell her to stop when all he felt was sweet pleasure, something he had never felt in a very good while.

- - - - - - - -

The next morning, she woke up to see him all dressed up in front of the mirror.

"You are awake?" She asked twisting her fingers around some strands of her hair.

He turned to her, his expression blank, that lust and desire was completely gone. He was fucking sober now.

"What's your name?" He asked putting on his jacket.

"Monica"

"Well, Monica" he smiled, "let's never see each other again" he announced and walked out the door never looking back.

She tilted her head sideways, 'we'll see about that' she whispered.

At the Olive Mansion, a neatly furnished apartment with beautiful golden lights and white walls.

The doors swung open and Arthur walked in.

"Honey, you are home" a voice said as a beautiful young lady with short hair and red eyes walked down the stairs to greet him.

"You didn't tell me that you were going to work overnight, I wouldn't have stayed up waiting for you" she added taking off his jacket and hanging it on her right arm.

"I told you I was going to work late Rebecca" he replied. It may not have been business-related but Arthur never tells her anything unless it is necessary.

She suddenly paused and looked at him then let out a smile, it was her cold husband and no matter what she said to him, he would never crack. Sometimes he acts like he cares and other times he just doesn't and won't fail to show it.

"It must have escaped my mind then" she responded submitting to him, it was useless arguing with him anyways and she just assumed that he was right.

Recalling a major reason why she wanted him home, she speaks up "Junior wanted to see you this morning, you missed him by about five minutes"

"Is there any problem?" He asked.

"No, I guess he wanted to see his father before going to school" she answers.

Arthur had a close relationship with his son Junior, he was a reflection of him and he would do anything just to make him happy.

"I will make sure to be present when he is back, I will be in my study" he replied and left.

She watched him climb up the stairs with a look of longing, her marriage with Arthur had always been a cold relationship, he was there for them but it felt like he was absent most of the time.

Before he could pull the doors to his study,

"Would you like to have breakfast?" she questioned but there was no answer from him neither did he look back at her.

"Maybe not" she twisted her lips accepting her cruel fate and retreated to her room.

Four hours had passed, Arthur sat in on black office chair with a paper in his hand, a divorce paper to be precise. He has had it for over a two years deliberating if he was making the right decision or not.

He slipped it back into his safe and locked it when a soft knock came on the door. He could already guess that it was Rebecca.

"Come in" he said.

She waltzed into his office with a small tray in her hand, a nice mug neatly placed in it "I made you coffee, so that you can work efficiently," she said after making her way towards him.

Arthur sat there with his hand on chin staring intensely at his computer that he didn't notice the revealing dress she was wearing, half of her cleavage was out and her body was hugged by the slim strapless dress.

"Do you need anything else?" she asked drawing his attention to meet hers, but there was no response. Was she talking to a sculpture of ice.

His attention was no longer in the room neither did he take heed of what she said or wore.

"Arthur" she touched his face, pulling his chair until he was closer to her, his eyes now pinned on her and then her body, he could see everything underneath the dress and it dawned on him exactly what she wanted.

"Would you like a massage?" she said sitting on his thighs as she pressed on his shoulders. His masculine scent intrigued her even more, she could soak in his embrace for a while without thinking of anything else.

"No, thank you" he responded.

The lack of enthusiasm threw her off and her face turned into a scowl. I was hard to get Arthur to notice her, how they ended up this way, she had no idea. She didn't move as she just sat on his legs, she pushed forward to feel him but there was no reaction from him. Who was she kidding, despite being so close to him, his hands remained far from her body, he didn't dare to touch her or even avert his gaze to her. Nothing!

Picking up from the odd situation in the room, she slowly stood up and leaned on the table.

"Why don't you try the coffee?" she admonished him and he picked it up.

After three sips, he slowly relaxed himself, his body sank to the chair and his muscles loosened up. His eyes darkened and fell on her.

She picked up the tray ready to leave "I will be in my room if you need me" her hair swirled as she turned away from him but he caught her hand before she could take two steps.

She fell right into his arms, the tray and it's content dropped to the floor and shattered. No one cared about it, he cupped her face in his palms then kissed her. She hastily wrapped her arms around his neck and responded to the kiss. It was what she wanted, what she yearned for.

"Tiaah" came the sound of her dress being ripped apart in a second. She reached out to unbutton his shirt when he stood up with her in his arms, he placed her on the table and spread her legs before him.

He wasted no time in unzipping his pants and penetrating into her.

Rebecca had always thought that Sex with her husband Arthur would be the most amazing thing she had ever heard but all that was a lie. Soon she found herself crying and screaming in pain.

"It hurts" she pleaded. Sex with him was always as painful as she had ever known. He was always rough with her and she had gotten used to but the pain wasn't something she could familiarize herself with sometimes.

"Arthur, it hurts" she pleaded but he deep into it that he didn't hear her pleas.

He picked her down and changed position pushing her down the table then he penetrated her with reckless abandon.

Rebecca had nothing more to do or say, it was like she was a sex slave to him than his wife, she always thought if he was this rough on the women he had been with in the past before her.

She accepted it and made peace with it, one time she thought the pain would make her hate sex with him but she found herself still searching for more.

She would do anything for him.

The sudden halt made her realize that he was done, she was so engrossed in her thoughts and the pain that she didn't realize she had cum all over his cock.

His eyes were still dark and cold, he tried to slow down his raggard breathing, she quickly picked herself up and hugged him. It was her way of thanking for it. He may be rough to her at sex but it didn't mean that he was a terrible husband. He was understanding, thoughtful, sensitive and Handsome. She told herself that she could deal with one flaw and that was it.

"I can't walk, can you take me to the room?" she asked.

He picked her up in his arms and walked straight to the room, he gently placed her on the bed.

"Get some rest" he said when she held his hand.

"I wanted to discuss something important with you"

"What is it?"

"I was thinking of hiring a maid, since I opened the boutique, I barely have time for myself, to take care of Junior and make dinner for everyone. So I was thinking of hiring a maid who would cook and take care of Junior.

Don't worry I won't slack in my duties of being a wife to you" she stayed.

There was total silence in the room, Rebecca could already see him rejecting the request that she began to feel bad for asking.

"Don't..."

"Do what you want, this is your house too" he answered and her broken spirit was lifted up in an instant.

"Really?" she accidentally asked again.

"Yes" he nodded.

She kissed his hands and then let him go.

He stepped out of the room shutting the door behind him, his head throbbing in pain, he searched around for any means of support until he grabbed the railings of the stairs. It took a while before the headache disappeared and his eyes were as clear as day.

He glances at the room Rebecca was in, staring defiantly at the door.

The next day,

Arthur returned from work when he heard voices in the kitchen, he dropped his bag on the dining table and sat on the sofa in the living room resting his arms on the cushions while he watched TV.

"I didn't notice when you came in" Rebecca who had just stepped out of the kitchen noticed him sitting there.

"Hmm" he let out.

"Honey, this is the new maid we will be hiring. She has already signed the contract and will be starting tomorrow.

Her name is Monica" she announced giving the lady a bright smile to make her feel welcomed when he turned to them.

Arthur's eyes widened in shock as he noticed the woman standing behind his wife.

He had thought that he would never see her again but there she was staring back at him with an indifferent face.

How could the woman he had a one-night stand with the previous night be at his house to work as their new maid.

"Nice to meet you Sir" she uttered.