Becoming His Mistress

Chapter 4. Bon Appetit baby

Warning this chapter contains smut and little cussing. This ◆◆◆¤¤◆◆◆ will identify where it begins and ends.

Playlist: It's the hardknock life from Annie

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Jasmine

I tried to shake off the nervous jingles after he left. I was feeling confused, wondering what had accrued his sour attitude. Don't see me as a mendicant just yet because I wasn't. My mother had amassed a lot of wealth from her several divorces and I could repay Lucas through her but I've never done anything remotely outside my comfort zone. I've never even had a boyfriend. I know. Shocking. Mind blowing. Unbelievable. But that's me. I'm crazy and a lot to deal with some times but I'd never even smoked all through my life nor had random sex or had a boyfriend. So I guess I just wondered what it'd feel like having a boyfriend. Even if pretend as it may be.

I walked back to the dinning room, feigning that nothing was wrong.

Lucas and his father were discussing some things probably about their family business while his mother was absent. I took such an opportunity to take my leave.

I picked up my purse beside the chair I sat on from the floor.

"Umm, I guess I'd get going now." I turned to his father, stretching my hand out for a shake. "It was a pleasure meeting you Mr Darlington."

He chuckled. "Richard is just fine dear. And why are you in a hurry? Stay."

"Oh no I can't. I have work tomorrow. So I best be on my way." I told him and turned back to the door.

"I'd drop you off."

God no. Not now or ever. "Oh thank you but I'd be fine. I'll call a cab." I said with a tight smile.

He glared, shooting daggers through his eyes at me. "I said I would drop you honey."

"How can I ever refuse you darling."

"That's so sweet of you Lucas. Make sure to call." Bertha said, strolling towards her son.

"I would mom." He said hugging her. Hmm, mama's boy. Something to torment him with later on.

He drove me home in silence. I looked out the window watching the night lights in totally awe. Although I was born in Massachusetts. I never got tired of the bright lights of New York City. It was just amazing. After my mom's divorce to my dad, we moved around constantly but after sometime settled down at the east coast with her third husband. Up until they got divorced and she now lives at Maine with my sister and her boyfriend and their four kids.

I didn't even realise when I got home until he grunted.

"Get out."

"You know, you shouldn't be such an asswipe if you want this," I said gesturing between us. "To work out." I slammed the car door and stalked to my apartment building angrily. Who the heck did he think he was? Because I agreed to this... this charade and he feels he could degrade me. The nerve of this guy! But really what did I expect? I thought he's changed, that's what! Ggrrr!

I felt a hand twirl me around when I was about opening my door. I gasped facing Lucas and suddenly his lips were on mine. Roughly.

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He was experienced at this. He slide his tongue into mine with apparent ease and massaged my lips with his. He tasted like mint with an hint of spice. His scent made me heady with immense need. And his kiss seemed to awaken something deep within me. He pushed he pushed me not so gently into my apartment. He unzipped my dress while we were making out. And slide my dress to the floor. He massaged my breast through my plain black bra. He slide down the straps of my bra and brought out my breast from my bra cups. He rubbed my nipple with his fingers.

"You like that?" He only received a moan as a response. He moved to the other unattended breast and massaged them too. His hands slide down my abdomen to my crotch. I let out a gasp when he rubbed me through my panties. He slide my panties to one side and experimentally inserted a finger into my hole. Then two. I let out a moan and held on to his hand. He led to me to the couch, while I got completely naked he got undressed. He stroked his stiff stick, then brought out a condom from the pocket of his slacks. He inserted it, then positioned himself at my hole. He slide in to the hilt and cursed.

"Shit you're so tight. Fuck." And only pounded into me the more. It hurt. It hurt like a bitch. The pain was intense. If not more worse than what everyone else says. I laid down trying to control my tears, but one treacherous tear rolled down my cheek. He seemed to take notice of the tears since he tried to subdue his thrusts.

"Fuck. Am I hurting you?" He said with a strained voice. I only shook my head and tried grabbing hold of his biceps. He rapidly thrust into me reaching his climax. "You feel so good. Fuck I'm about to come." He sloppily pounded into me until he orgasmed. He lay on top of me for some time catching his breath.

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"Where is it?"

"To the left." I faintly murmured. He carried me to my room, and if not for my soreness, I would have giggled. But he smiled though. Seems someone is sated. It's just so funny the way he's gently holding me while in devil's high he was the very satan himself. He laid me gently on the bed, then disappeared to my bathroom and cleaned up while I watched his tight butt as he left. He came out from my bathroom and left the room. Only to have him hurriedly come into my room, with his mushed up clothes.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked in a loud voice, frowning at me. Oh god not now.

"Must I account to you my life?" I sarcastically questioned, wrapping the blanket against my body.

He softened his features. "You could have told me. I wouldn't have..." He left his statements hanging.

Oh OK. He wants me to make a public announcement with a plaque stuck right in front of my forehead saying I'm a virgin, please oh please, be gentle milord, when you're sticking that thing in me.

"It doesn't matter now. Or does it?" I queried, dragging the bed cover to wrap all the bedcover more tightly around my body and laid down on the bed. He only sighed and got to dressing up. Is he leaving? After tonight? He's just going to leave?

"I have to go." I gave no reply. With much hesitation, he kissed my cheek. "I'd call you later."

The bang of my front door indicated he left. Tears threatened to fall down my cheeks. No I wouldn't cry over him. It's of no use.

Gosh, I'm such a slut, I haven't even being with him a week and I've already had sex with him. Worse, I think I might be getting emotionally attached. He is my worst enemy, I can't let this happen. I rolled over in my bed and punched my pillows. Letting out my aggression on the poor pillow.

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Well that was unexpected for sure. I'm trying to make plans for this story instead of spontaneously writing. I wonder how that would work out. Anyways darlings:

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-Mira