Free SEXY ROMANCE: Her Dark Obsession by Karen Knightley

Your boyfriend.  Your trust.  That made it interesting.  It made me aroused.  Now, in your desperation…your darkest ebb…”  He shifted his head in sarcasm.  “Eh, it just doesn’t do it for me anymore.”
    “But…you’re a guy.  You always want to do it.”
    “But not with you, sweetcheeks,” he said with a cocky smirk.
    My pride insulted yet again, I left his office and sulked.
     
    **
     
    Edgar seemed to be the perfect rebound guy for when my self-esteem was aching the most.  Knowing that I could tempt an otherwise happily married guy with no-strings-attached sex, and that I was his only mistress, did seem to cover my bruised ego like good concealer.
    I looked up, my tired face in the bathroom mirror, and my eyes barely staying open.  I wasn’t falling asleep…just annoyed at myself.  Repulsed at what my mission to find myself, to make positive and risky changes, had reduced me to. 
    I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror as Edgar pummeled me from behind, riding me doggy style and grabbing my hands in aggression.  He liked to watch himself in the mirror and me in a subservient role—of course, while his wife was home and oblivious in the upstairs bedroom.
    For some reason, breaking the taboo, and mocking her cluelessness, was a turn on.  I really couldn’t understand how he loved her and yet insisted on using her as a prop for his own jollies. 
    He grasped my breasts and held on for dear life, ready to come hard. 
    “Not inside…” I whispered, staring at myself and choking in orgasmic fury.
    He pulled out and shot in my tailbone.  As always, we were interrupted by the missus, which Edgar found heart-pumpingly erotic. 
    “Are you all right in there, darling?” she asked.
    “Yeah…just not feeling well, is all.”
    I sighed in disgust as Edgar put his clothes back on.  He left the bathroom afterwards, giving me the signal of when to go.  He brought his wife upstairs for a chat.  Now was my chance to leave…and yet…somehow, I chose to say.  Chose to look at myself, a good long look, without flattery, without lying to my conscience.  Just me, naked and in reality.
    I overstayed my welcome.  Seconds turned into minutes.  Before I knew it, I could hear both of their voices walking around the living room and back to the kitchen.  I shook off my deep thoughts and readied to make a hasty exist. 
    When I came out, hearing only silence, I began tiptoeing to the door, hoping not to alert anyone with too loud of a step.
    I did a double take, seeing Edgar’s wife sitting on the couch and calmly knitting together yarn. 
    I stood frozen in place, not sure if she saw me.  I panicked and look back at the bathroom door, second-guessing whether I should tiptoe back there and lock myself in.  Stupid…stupid.  Why did I take so long to leave?  This is bad.  Really bad.
    I watched his wife casually look down and continue her knitting as I awkwardly took steps backwards, not sure where to go.
    Suddenly, The Wife looked up at me in cold indifference.  Her eyes were so blasé, her mouth so still and controlled.  “Are you here to clean?”
    “What?”
    “New cleaning woman, I take it?”
    “Oh…yeah.”
    “All right then.  Finish up and pick up your check.”
    “Check…right…” I said in confusion.
    She glared at me in annoyance.  “For god’s sakes, woman.  I’m trying to help you get out of here.  What do you want, to draw you a map to the front door?”
                  “Oh…I’m sorry.  I’m leaving right now.  Sorry, I didn’t get much cleaning done today.”
    “I’ll bet you got plenty done,” she muttered.
    “Oh…you…know?”
    “I’m not an idiot,” she said bitterly.  “He thinks he’s so clever hiding you.  He really mistakes me for a blind and deaf woman sometimes.  It would almost be a comedy of errors around here…if it wasn’t so ridiculously pathetic.”
    He stopped staring at me and went back down to