Stripped (Nicolas x Reader x Worick)

17: Fantasies

"Shh! Shh!" Miles' fingers pulled down your lips as his  bare hips rubbed against yours. You opened your eye, ruining your fantasy to read your husband's lips. "Don't tawk."

You nodded and closed your lips as well as your eyes, instantly launching back into your fantasy. Perhaps however, memory was a more accurate word.

You were remembering when Nicolas had you up against a wall, your hair was uncombed, teeth unbrushed, pajamas still on. In fact, that day your panties and soft shorts were simply pushed down and his hand was pushing up your plain white tee shirt. The fantasy was strong and you couldn't help but let out moans as you imagined it was Nic on top of you.

Georgiana had woken you up that evening to tell you that Nic had made a special request for you. It was your day off, but of course if there were any requests for a girl even on her day off, it meant she had to take them. But you didn't mind at all.

And Nic absolutely loved it.

The moment he set his eyes on you he couldn't help but lose composure.

You look wrong. He had signed to you. No. Sorry. Different. Good. Great. Sexy.

No, sorry to you. I don't have my usual look on. You're probably use to a better product. More bang for your buck. You shrugged and smiled at him. You weren't really "sorry" per say, but you were sympathetic.

Actually. You saw his hand drift down to his groin and begin rubbing. I think I like it more. It's more natural. Like I'm not paying you to like me.

I do like you Nicolas. You're just paying my mother to see me. You laughed at this as Nicolas swiftly walked over to you and captured your lips in his.

That was how you ended up against the wall and eventually in the position that you were now imagining yourself in. Miles, of course, took no issue in thinking that he was causing this pleasure for you. After all, he had been your husband for a few months now and he had no reason to think otherwise.

As he finished inside of you, he pulled out and laid down beside you.

You relaxed and then turned towards him, with a question that had been burning on your mind recently.

"Are-ah oo try-in oo 'ave -ildrin?" You asked, out of breath but as best as you could.

"No." He looked as you and enunciated. "I got fixed. No kids."

Wow. That was clear. You thought to yourself.

"Okay." You said as you got up to use the bathroom. As an ex-brothel woman, you knew the importance of peeing after sex. Urinary tract infections meant no work. No work meant no money.

But inwardly, you were relieved. That was the last you wanted. Especially with the blonde, rich, old man.

"Augt." His hand touched your arm and you looked at him to read his lips. "We're gowin owt tomowow. Wear your best cwothes. Pink dwess Miu Miu, 2400."

"Okay." You nodded. He always picked your clothes. What did it matter anyway? You were excited to go out again.