Adultery The Things You Do For Family by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Remember... I still have the video... and your dad will... "

"Yeah yeah, fine." I sat on the bed, defeated. "How long are you going to hold this over my head? Am I supposed to be your mistress from now on?"

"Ahhh... if only! That would be a dream come true. You warming my bed every night." he came over and opened my robe.

"Fucking you morning, noon, and night." he started running his hands up and down my thighs. "Looking into those pretty gray eyes... biting those full luscious lips... all along knowing that I am fucking a woman who also has the biggest brains of anyone I know... but alas, that cannot happen."

I looked at him pointedly.

"I want to live. Live long enough to enjoy all the money you have generously given me. I don't want to constantly look over my shoulders. If I stay here, even if I am able to keep fucking you every night, you or your dad will have me killed. Don't give me that look. You know I'm right."

"I should've killed you the moment you came to me last week." I muttered.

"Hahaha, you do take after your dad." Goyal patted my pussy. "Well, you didn't. And here you are. But I don't want to push my luck. So... I have a flight late in the morning. I will be on that flight. And you will never hear from me ever again."

"Where are you going?" I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Nice try. I don't want your hitmen following me around the globe. And don't try to bribe your customs stooges. I have a new passport, a new identity."

"I don't give a shit."

"Maybe not. But anyway, I expect you to be my plaything until I leave. That's just one night. And then you're free to go your way."

Goyal made me turn on my side so my ass was visible to him. He lay down behind me, one hand holding the scotch, the other hand fondling my ass. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine I was somewhere else.

"I really am sorry about the condom." Goyal said as he lightly spanked my naked ass. "I got caught up in the moment."

"Whatever."

"Also I just assumed you're on the pill. Aren't you?"

"No."

"Your handsome husband wears a condom every time you fuck?"

"I am not discussing my husband with you."

"You're worried that I might have made you pregnant?" Goyal pulled me to face him. There was an almost gleeful look in his eyes.

"I am not." I honestly answered.

"So what's with the condom obsession?"

"Diseases... "

He looked offended. Took his hands off my ass and stood up to get a refill of scotch.

"Diseases? What kind of a man do you think I am, madam? You think I go to brothels? Or does your elitist mind assume that just because I look the way I do, I am by default dirty, carrying germs?"

"I don't care."

A look of anger flashed through his eyes. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to the floor between his legs.

"You think my dick is so dirty, you snooty bitch? Now you get to clean it. Open your mouth!"

I shook my head and tried to pry his grip from my hair.

"I am serious, madam. I gave you a reprieve earlier because we were just getting started. But you are going to suck my dick!"

"NO!"

My struggle knocked the glass of scotch from his other hand and the drink spilled all over the floor. I got up from the floor, closed my robe, and took a step back, expecting him to lunge at me again. Instead he just sat back and wiped the drops of scotch from his body.