Boudoir Secrets

Chapter 5

James thought he'd hit the jackpot when Arianrhod invited him over to spend the night with her and her girlfriend. Things started off well enough but then inevitably turned bad, as things generally do. Why did chicks have to ruin everything? They had had a good thing going. Now he was left without either girl. Sure Arianrhod was his casual fuck but he didn't want her. She was wanting to settle down and stuff. Marriage and kids were not his thing. He preferred the sinister side of love - lust.

He took another puff of his cigarette and let the smoke fill his lungs. Arianrhod wasn't bad. She had a lot of things going for her. Rich, sexy, free with her affections but she was also calculating and manipulative. He wasn't going to be burned by her again. Not like the last time they participated in a threesome with his buddy Geoff. Arianrhod dated him only to get to Geoff. What she didn't know was he was already married and had no intention of making her wife number two. She dumped them both when she found out. Like so many desperate women before her, she crawled back to him. Begged his forgiveness. Declared her undying love. James had taken her back. Then she introduced her friend and the tables were turned. He wanted her friend now.

Squashing the butt into the ashtray, he took a final swig of his bourbon. He wanted to hurt Arianrhod as she had hurt him and he was succeeding, by the look on her face. James wanted to rip her heart out and use it for an ashtray. Or choke her. See her eyes bulge and water as she begged him for mercy. Damn! He had choked the wrong woman and now he was here relying on Arianrhod to get him back in the good books. Something in her eyes betrayed her dark thoughts and James decided he should dispose of her soon. She may be a hindrance rather than help.

James scratched at his arm. He had a new tattoo. Handcuffs. It would take a few days to heal. Always did. The itch took his mind back to when both girls fought over who would lick his tattoos and who would kiss them. Hmmmm.. His jeans tightened as he thought about their bodies pressed against his.

He really had to fix this mess he'd created.