Disgust flashes across Sophia’s flawless face, she steps over Amber and lowers herself on the sofa next to mine. The music fades to the background, my knuckles caress Mel’s cheek absentmindedly. With the lights on, I note the emotions flickering in Sophia’s eyes, how she sits stiff and upright against the couch.
“Care to join us?” I ask, tone tinged with mockery.
Mel doesn’t stop sucking me off when my grip slacks, her eyes are hooded as she takes my manhood to the back of her throat and I stroke her jaw, rearrange her messy hair so it frames her face. Such a good girl. Amber is still behind her, eyes lowered to the floor. Lust clouds my brain, I feel a certain high from having Mel’s mouth wrapped around my length, delaying my body’s response to Sophia’s appearance. I register my initial anger towards her but my brain is too muddled for me to act on it. For now, I let it be.
“A finger,” I say. Her gaze flickers to my face, Amber nods and Mel moans in content when Amber slides a finger into her asshole. I turn to Sophia who manages to hide her disappointment at the whole show. “You used to love riding this dick.” She winces, looking away from us for the first time. Mel pulls back to suck me off again and I groan, I am so close. “Once upon a time, you were my favourite, Sophia.”
We used to talk, have actual conversations. Of all the subs, we could talk beyond sex. In the midst of all the chaos and madness, she tried to be there as much as she could. Then, El showed up, I experienced peace for the first time in a long time. Pushing those memories where they belong, I sniff. Sophia shoots up from her seat, giving me a glance of the black tightfitting gown clinging to her body like a second skin. Her red heels match her lipstick, she sweeps her grey coat to the side and places one hand on her waist.
“I need a drink,” she mutters with enough venom laced in her words.
“Help yourself,” I bite back.
There’s no bar here, drinking is the one thing I stopped doing since that night. Sophia rolls her eyes and sashays out, I pull out and motion for Amber to stand. Cum dribbles from the crown of my shaft, I slip a hand around Mel’s neck and press my cock to the tip of her tongue. She flicks her tongue over the milky liquid, plumb the small opening for more of my warm sperm and I hiss, banging my fist into the sofa.
Sophia’s handbag clatters to the floor, the contents spill out and her phone slides to my feet. “Pick it up,” I tell Amber. The brunette hurries to hand it over to me, without thinking, I swipe up on the screen but it requests for a password. I purse my lips, I should know it. A date. I type in the first four numbers that cross my mind, it works and I continue swiping until I locate the camera. The flash comes on, I scoff.
A sinister thought forms in my head, with the tip of my cock pressed to Mel’s tongue, I order Amber to take pictures of us. My dick throbs from the delayed release but the satisfaction from what I am about to do will make up for it. Amber dutifully captures us in different poses, I dare to smile in a few of them.
Locating WattsApp on her phone, I type in El’s name and a sheepish grin stretches my lips. Her last text was an hour ago, the same as El’s last seen. Seeing Bri’s name come up in their chat solidifies my decision, I don’t read through their messages for fear of another heartbreak. On a sigh, I send the clearest image showing the veins visible on my cock from holding back my orgasm and Mel’s tongue pressed to the tip.
Her response is instant, I smother a laugh.
El: WTF is this?
Laughter escapes the back of my throat, I return the phone to Amber after putting it on video mode and instruct her to start recording. Mel’s mouth parts for the final round, my hand circles my shaft and I let out a guttural growl when jets of cum spurt all over her face. The slippery mixture drips down the sides of her face, her mouth remains open until I exhaust every last drop of semen and my erection deflates in relief. While Mel takes care of the mess on her face, I look at Amber and she nods. She captured it.
With a victorious smile, I trim the video and send it to El. One minute passes, another, she doesn’t reply but the blue tick shows she watched it. The three dots showing she is typing appears and disappears, in the end she sends a text conveying the hurt and my chest puffs with pride. It hurts her like it did me.
El: Why would you send this shit to me? I don’t need to know who Brandon is sticking his dick down her throat. Are they having sex? God. I HATE you Sophia. Why are you even there? WTF is wrong with you?
Snickers burst free from my lips, my fingers hover above the keyboard but I don’t give in to the urge to reply. It’s enough that she thinks the sender is Sophia. Satisfied, I select the option of: Delete for only me, going on to wipe evidence of the video and pictures, then Amber returns the phone to her bag.
We are not even but the anger decreases, I feel light-headed, more relaxed than I did when I walked into this office minutes ago. The girls await further instructions but I am done. I run my sticky fingers through my hair, a deep throaty laughter escapes me and I bop Mel’s nose, avoiding the sperm drying on her cheek.
Staggering into the connecting bathroom, I clean myself up, finger combing my tresses to return it to a bit of normalcy. My shirt is wrinkled beyond repair, I stop trying to fix it and settle for cleaning the stain in front of my slacks. The adrenaline wears off, guilt comes rushing in but I push the emotions back.
She cheated first. For all I know, she already fucked T, maybe sucked him off like a cheap slut.
The creak of a door opening causes my head to snap back, I hurry into the office to see Sophia seated in her former position. Mel is still on her knees, cum drips down the valley between her breasts, trailing a path to her belly button before settling on her thong. I should order her to clean up but I like seeing the outcome of my tryst. My gaze fleets to Amber, I didn’t get to play with any of them today but next time.
“Brandon,” Sophia calls out to me. I tuck in my shirt, cross the distance between us to stand in front of her. The girls are forgotten when she murmurs, “Can we talk now?” I back away from her. “Please.”
Her gaze darts between the girls like I am expected to send them away but I shrug, I don’t care for what she has to say, neither will she when she finds out what I did. She sighs, her manicured nails scrap the surface of the armrest. “Fine. We will talk with them here.” I shrug again. I am more interested in how she found out my location. We haven’t kept each other updated about our sexual life but I am not the least bit curious to know if she still practises some of her kinks. “She wasn’t awake for long. We made...”
A shrill ringtone cuts her off, she rummages through her handbag for her phone and mouths an apology before answering the call. I rotate my shoulders carelessly, she can do whatever she pleases. After all, she didn’t request my permission before denying me the chance to see Brianna. I wipe a drop of semen off my leather shoes, stroll to the table to occupy the swivel chair while watching Sophia whisper softly to the caller. She paces to one corner of the office, drags her fingers through her hair and her head bobs.
The silence that follows is punctuated by the new song playing, her head whips in my direction. “No,” she says. “El, you need to calm down.” A pause ensues, she motions for me to turn down the music but I don’t. I prop my legs on the desk, hands laced behind my head as her agitations grow. “No. It’s not. Yes, I am with him but no. El.” Her eyes close, she sucks in a deep breath and whispers, “Fine. Let me see.”
From opposite ends of the room, our gazes lock. Questions swirl in her eyes, she doesn’t voice them out and I don’t volunteer answers. Tapping her finger against her lips, she glances at her phone at intervals, heaves a sigh and walks around in circles. I turn up the volume of the music, I am not sure what’s playing now but I like the melody, it’s a danceable tune. The kind of music that will have your body itching to get on the dancefloor. My head sways to the beat, my eyes jerk open when the music stops. Sophia leans across the table with fury blanketing her features, the hand holding her phone vibrates and I arch an eyebrow.
“What is this, Brandon?”
She shoves her phone into my face, without sparing it a glance, I ask, “What is what, Sophia?”
“What the hell is this?” she screams at me. I tilt my head to the side, she places one hand on her head as the video from earlier plays on her screen. Her lower lip trembles, emotions swim in her eyes and she stares blankly at me for a stunned second. “Why did you send this?” Hitting her forehead with the heel of her palm, she murmurs, “Why did you touch my phone? Why the fuck would you send that to El? What is your problem? We apologised.”
Minutes pass before I reply, I lower my legs to the floor, eyes not leaving hers. I do not take kindly to her tone but in this case, I’ll excuse it. “Does it hurt?” She turns her back to me, staggering to the couch to snatch her handbag. Her back remains to me, I continue, “If I apologise now, will it take away the hurt?”
Silence meets my questions, I glare at Sophia’s rigid frame, just as I thought, apologies change nothing. She walks to the door and stops. Throwing a look over her shoulder, she says, “You need to fix yourself.”
“After you, Sophia. Take your own advice.”
The door slams shut behind her, a hollow feeling settles in the pit of my stomach and my heart clenches. I glare at Amber and Mel and back to the mess we created, hiding my face in my palms, I say, “Get out.”