Not to mention it made her feel even lustier.
Her upbringing got the better of her. “I don’t like what you’re doing, Mr. Wright,” she blurted out. There. It was out. Still, Mr. Wright didn’t move or turn to look at her. As a matter of fact, his hand moved away from Mina’s shoulder. “Where do you like it then?” he asked, his hand continuing to move. “Here, perhaps?” His huge meaty hand settled over Mina’s right breast.
This time Mina stiffened visibly. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Wasn’t she just laughing with Mrs. Wright a couple of moments ago? What was going on?
Now Mr. Wright’s hand began to move and fondle Mina’s breast. “Is this what you want, I gather?” His voice had become husky, almost breathy. Mina opened her mouth to answer him when suddenly he flicked his thumb over her nipple. What came out from Mina’s mouth, instead of a word or two, was a moan. She was shocked the moment she heard it, and hurriedly clamped her hand over her mouth.
Mr. Wright turned to look at her this time. There was a huge grin on his face. His hand was still on Mina’s breast. “I knew it,” he said softly. “I knew it the moment I laid my eyes on you. You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” He pulled on Mina’s nipple, and Mina let out another moan.
She couldn’t believe this was happening. Horrified, she knew something was going to happen right here, right now. She turned to look at Mr. Wright. “Mr. Wright, please,” she whispered. Tears began to form in her eyes.
“You are a slut, Mina,” Mr. Wright told her. He removed his hand from her breast and shifted his body so that they now sat face-to-face. “I saw it in your eyes. Clear as crystal. You want me, don’t you?” He leaned closer as he spoke every word. “Well, surprise. I want you too.”
He placed his lips over Mina’s and gave her a kiss so soft, it was almost chaste. Mina was too stunned to do anything. She sat still while Mr. Wright kissed her gently on the lips. She clenched her hands on her lap, and while doing so, the tears began to fall from her eyes.
Mr. Wright, having noticed her tears, pulled back and watched her face. Then he laughed. “Sweet Mina is crying!” he exclaimed. He leaned closer again and licked the tears from Mina’s cheeks, stopping once to run his tongue over her pursed lips. “Stop it. You’re not a child anymore.” His voice became serious. “Now I want you to undress, Mina. Do it. ”Mina whimpered. “Mr. Wright-”
“Hurry up, we don’t have much time,” Mr. Wright interrupted. “Samantha will be back soon. It won’t do us any good if she catches us. Come on, now.” His voice grew impatient.
“I won’t, you bastard,” Mina said stubbornly.
Mr. Wright’s hand flew from nowhere and landed on Mina’s cheek. Smack! The blow caught Mina by surprise, and she fell back on the couch, still stunned. She couldn’t believe it, but Mr. Wright had hit her! Nobody had ever hit her before!
Mr. Wright positioned his body above Mina’s, towering over her. Mina was tall, but Mr. Wright was taller. He placed his knees around Mina’s hips, keeping her in place. His eyes were blazing dangerously. This frightened Mina.
She screamed. “Let me go, Mr. Wright!”
“Not until I get what I want,” he answered, as he took his shirt off and unbuckled his pants. Mina thrashed and squirmed, but he was too strong.
A few moments later, Mr. Wright was naked, save for his underwear. Mina shrieked again as he pulled her sweater over her head. She stayed put, refusing to let the sweater slide over her head. Mr. Wright slapped her again. Mina had no choice but to let him remove her sweater. She was very frightened now. But she was also surprised to find out that beneath the fright, the lust and longing for Mr. Wright remained. While he undid her jeans, her eyes roamed all over his firm, chiseled body. She couldn’t believe a person as married as Mr. Wright could have a body like that of a college student. Then she shook her head mentally. What was she thinking? This man was about to rape her. She couldn’t be lying there and allowing that to happen!
A few minutes later, Mina was as bare as the day she was born. The thought infuriated her, and her fright slipped away. She stared up at Mr. Wright with furious eyes. “Let go of me, you asshole,” she spit out loud.
“Or you’ll what?” Mr. Wright sneered. “Let’s quit this, Mina. I don’t want to rape you, okay? I know you want me. Like I said, I want you too.” He reached out and caressed her cheek. “Don’t make it hard for us, babe. I know you’re a real slut beneath that good-girl exterior.” He chuckled. “I love it when girls put on a show like that.”