The Affair

Chapter 20.2

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CONTENT WARNING: physical/emotional abuse - ⚠️🦝
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The video playback returns to normal. The time stamp skips ahead 8 minutes and 17 seconds.

It is over with a simple blink of his eye. He gasps as his body flinches, nearly stumbling backwards with his pants scrunched at his ankles. Outside his window the setting sun burns a warm orange as it falls deeper west. Further out, a plane flies into the clouds, and the blinking lights of city traffic comes into frame.

Back to normal.

In front of him, Fallon is sunk into the couch. She stares at him with worried eyes, one hand methodically raking at her hair while the other wipes her mouth.

"Is everything okay?" she asks.

He finds it hard to respond. Time had passed—he's sure it did. This thoughts churn as he scans his office, eyes returning to the corner by his desk several times. Everything is as it should be, and he's relieved for that. Outside, faint sounds of revving engines and honking horns drift from the streets below. He draws a slow breath, steadying himself, but Fallon's sudden touch makes him shutter.

"Oh!" she mutters, whipping her hand back, "Sir, what is it?"

"I'm sorry, hon. I'm just... distracted right now. I need a minute..." he says.

He pulls up his pants but doesn't button them. He sits next to her and slouches forward, groaning into his hands. Fallon watches him, too nervous to say something. Her thoughts run wild—feeling responsible in some way—thinking perhaps he didn't like the way she was pleasuring him.

"Was it something I did, daddy?" she stammers.

The words ignite something inside him. Something that radiates in three distinct locations: in the center of his brain, behind his heart, and across his groin. A feeling of heat circulating like water in a drain, tingling his skin and tickling his senses from within. It makes him twitch, and his hips buck involuntarily.

"Her only purpose is to satisfy your hunger. So, eat... and indulge..."

That deep, haunting voice echoes in his thoughts, fluttering around it as if were a record player on repeat. And then he feels it—something akin to hunger but driven by arousal. His focus is distracted momentarily by the tension between his legs. It's his cock, hard and pulsing against his clothes, demanding to be unleashed.

Fallon's arms wrap around his, and she nuzzles her face against his sleeve. His vision flashes red and anger surges. With a sharp motion, he yanks his arm from her grasp and forces her down into the couch. She gasps, a small sound of fear as her eyes widen and lips roll inward. And still, she spreads her legs for him, surrendering to him.

A devilish grin creeps on his lips. Slipping free from his button-down, he tosses it aside before crawling onto the couch. Now bare-chested, he hovers over her. Fallon cannot resist her urge. She reaches out, one hand gliding over his chiseled body.

His hand moves on her waist, brushing against her skin before tugging lightly on her skirt.

"Off. Now," he commands, strength still present in his low whisper.

She obeys, shedding the remainder of her clothes, leaving her bare before him. Her breasts, exposed and soft, draw his attention. He cups them in his palms, massaging them, prompting a happy murmur from his girl. For a moment, he stares at her, noticing his mouth salivating.

He dips down to her waist. His tongue lands on her skin just under her navel, swirling before traveling upwards toward her breasts. Fallon grips the cushions at her side mindlessly, quivering from his teasing touch.