Page 40 of Viral Affair

“Where did you fucking learn that? It was the best blow job anyone has ever given me,” he breathed into my mouth. He caressed my arse before sliding a finger through my soaking slit. “No, that’s a stupid question. Don’t answer that, but I’ll deliver the next man’s cock in a box if you even think about blowing another bloke.”

His voice sent a tremor through my core. I knew Rupert was possessive, but suddenly his threats turned me on even more. Then he flung two fingers inside me so violently, I nearly came. Sweat dripped down my back as he rubbed my clit with his thumb, moving his two fingers in and out of me. I was so ready for him, my core pulsating with a steady beat. He kept just enough pressure on me, moving in and out, to make me lose my mind.

“Rupert, God, just keep doing—”

“No, I need you to sit on my face because I want to hear you screaming my name when you come. Let’s go,” he urged, withdrawing his fingers and putting it into his mouth.

I groaned with disappointment because I was so close to orgasm, but he was right. This was going to feel so much better once I rode his face in his huge bed that no other woman had ever slept in.The thought of me rocking back and forth on him, my clit grazing his nose, instantly has my pussy throbbing more intensely than it had in a very long time.

He grabbed my hand, and we went back in the club. My jaw ached a little, but this whole thing was worth it. I was getting off on the thrill of having him in my mouth. We found our booth, and I went to grab my bag, but it was gone.

“Oh my God, Rupert, my bag. I left it here…” I said, wondering why I had forgotten about it. That was silly and dumb. All my cards were inside that bag, as well as my phone… Fuck it, I was too drunk to be responsible.

“What? It must be here somewhere,” Rupert said, searching for it. “Let me ask security. Stay here.”

I looked everywhere, but someone must have taken my bag because it was nowhere to be seen. My head was spinning with worry that now I had to block and reorder all my cards. Damn it. Rupert returned after a few minutes, looking none too happy.

“They haven’t seen anyone and their CCTV is fucking broken,” he snapped. “Let’s get home. We’ll sort this out tomorrow.”

“What? Are you out of your mind? All my cards are in my bag, and I don’t even have a phone to call the bank. You shouldn’t have brought us to this dodgy place, Rupert,” I said, unexpectedly angry that he was dismissing my plight like it didn’t even matter. This was a huge deal. Someone was probably trying to use all my cards right now for God knew what. The phone could be blacklisted so no one else could use it, but still, this was so bloody annoying.

“Are you blaming me? Come on, this place is great. I have been coming here for years. You can use my phone to call your bank, but it’s not a huge deal,” he pointed out, trying to grab my hand.

But I didn’t let him. Obviously, he wanted to get out of here, and suddenly I was very, very sober.

“This is a huge deal for me, and yeah, this is all your fault because you brought me here in the first place,” I snapped. I was so bloody furious, even though it didn’t make sense.

He came closer and brought me into his chest.

“Come on, baby, calm down. Let’s go home and enjoy tonight," he tried to console me, but nothing was going to work.

I was filled with panic and overwhelming anxiety. Rupert was also slightly inebriated so all of this—what we were about to do—didn’t feel right anymore.

“All right, we leave, but let’s head to the police first.” I had to report this as soon as possible.

“Police? I think you’re exaggerating a little,” he said with amusement in his tone.

Yeah, he was drunker than I thought. What the hell?

I wanted to punch him. Maybe this was funny to him, but I was having a full-blown panic attack. I didn’t want to go through all the fraud claims with the bank if someone happened to use my card. This sort of thing was always a nightmare.

“You know what? Fuck you! I’m going to take care of this myself. Goodbye, Rupert!” I roared, then turned around and walked away, heading through the crowded club.

Rupert shouted after me, but I didn’t stop. I was so aggravated with the way he’d acted, so I quickly found the way out of the club. He was going to follow me, but whatever, I caught a taxi. Rupert was still shouting after me as I jumped into the car and told the driver to take me back to my place.

I was so wound up, my heart jackhammered. I closed my eyes for a second, telling myself to keep breathing. Maybe I’d exaggerated a little, but this whole thing was Rupert’s fault. Well, even if it wasn’t at first, his behaviour rubbed me the wrong fucking way. When we arrived home, I managed to find twenty quid that I had hidden for emergencies, so I could pay the driver.

It was just after eleven, and I used the house phone to block all my credit cards. Then I collapsed on the bed and quickly fell asleep, wondering if Rupert was pissed off with me for running away or if he thought I was too crazy to keep chasing after me.

My head was banging when I woke up on Sunday morning, and I felt so hungover. I dragged myself out of bed and went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. Someone knocked at the door. I placed a hand over my forehead, breathing through my nose and waiting for the nausea to pass. How could I be so stupid to drink so much after catching a stomach bug? The knocking persisted, while I mulled memories from last night, which were still a bit hazy. I had no idea who was at the door so early, but eventually, I opened it.

“Morning, sunshine. I thought you may need this today,” Rupert said, materialising right in front of me and then entering my apartment.

Bewildered, I stood there, unmoving, for a bit.What the actual fuck was happening?

Then the memories hit like an avalanche. I groaned, wondering if I had truly acted the way I had in that club.

Damn it, I was embarrassed, but at the same time, Rupert did laugh at me. Maybe that was the reason why I’d lost it with him last night.

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