Page 22 of Contract Of Shame

“What? Sort of master of your city theory? You look over all of your subjects going about their daily lives?” she said with a laugh.

“No, not really. Being in the country would just make me realise who I truly am,” he said. Every second he spent in this woman’s company the more he opened up and began to realise how cut off he’d become.

“And what would you realise?”

“That no matter how much money I spent I’m already lonely.” She stroked his hands where they lay on her body.

“You can fix that,” she said.

“I know, but I don’t want to.” He didn’t want to get into the horrible situation with his parents. Where Wayne’s were away, drunk on some distant island, and Tony’s accepted everything he did, Richard’s expected to be updated on any potential Mrs. Shaw. They’d tear Scarlet apart. His father would say the woman was mistress material. And coming from his father that was a compliment. Last time he checked, his dad treated his mistresses and any children from those unions better than he treated his own wife and son.

A wife is the face of your life you put as a front to the world. The mistress is the true woman you want to be with but can’t ever really be with in the public eye.

He wanted Scarlet, and because of his desire for her, not love, he would never subject her to the maliciousness of his society. She deserved much better from him.

“I bought us a movie to watch.”

“Not some action movie I hope.” She chuckled.

“No. A love story. I think you’ll like it.” He led her back through to his sitting room and placed her on the sofa. Richard filled pots with snacks and put the television on. The movie started, and he coaxed her to lean up against him.

He sighed, so happy to have her close to him. Never had he watched a movie with a woman who enjoyed snacks and the relaxation. Usually they wanted to go and shop and spend money.

Her hand reached out and took some of the cheesy snacks he’d brought. The story was a sweet one, a tender romantic love that built over time. The love wasn’t instant, and the guy a complete jerk but gradually he came to realise he always loved the heroine. Part way through Richard intertwined his fingers with Scarlet’s and placed a hand on her waist. When the sex scene occurred between the lovers on screen he tensed up. Scarlet stayed the same, but her breathing came out in small pants and a slight moan escaped her lips. Richard stared down and saw her looking at him.

He didn’t know what to do. First, he didn’t want to spoil their time together watching the movie, and second he didn’t want her thinking all he wanted was sex.

Instead of making a decision he waited for her to make the first move. The movie was forgotten as they gazed into each others’ eyes. He wondered if she could see into his heart. Detect any of his emotions he felt for her. She still wore the dressing gown whereas he wore clothes.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“Nothing you’re not prepared to give,” he said straight away.

She stared back at the screen; another scene had started. The sex was already done and finished. He’d be happy either way. Whether she decided to continue watching the film or change and make love, as long as she stayed in his arms, he’d be happy.

Scarlet got up on her knees and moved over him to place one of either side of him, so she straddled his lap. He kept his hands at her waist but didn’t do anything. What was about to happen would be because she wanted it.

As soon as she got on his lap she stared at him, and her eyes glazed with an edge of panic.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked.

“I don’t know what to do,” she admitted.

He cupped her face and kissed her on the lips. “Do whatever you want to do. Don’t force anything.”

Scarlet nodded and kissed him back. Her fingers sank into his hair, and she moaned as she explored his lips, her tongue tracing over his bottom lip before she tentatively glided inside his mouth. Everything happened because she wanted it to happen. Her hands moved away from his hair and down to the buttons on his white shirt. Her small fingers undid each button in turn. By the time her small, chilled hands opened the shirt and she touched his naked torso and chest, Richard was already on fire for more.

How he managed to keep hold of his wits was beyond him.

She undid the sash of her gown and pulled it off her body. She sat over him completely naked. He gasped when she pressed her full tits against his chest and hugged him to her body.

They stayed like that for a while until he couldn’t resist and began to touch the curve of her back, following the line down to cup her generous ass.

“Make love to me, Richard,” she whispered in his ear.

He didn’t need asking twice. He took her to the rug on the floor. The softness would be gentle against her back. Even though he wanted to fuck her hard and fast, he’d make sure he was gentle. The trousers were gone in seconds, and he didn’t wear underwear when he stayed at the penthouse.

A condom was pulled from the pocket, and he quickly pulled it on his hard shaft. His hand teased open the molten folds of her pussy, and he tested her cunt to make sure she was ready for him. Scarlet was dripping wet and ready for him. Richard tried to contain his appreciation, but he couldn’t.

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