Chapter 1: Introduction
The moment Dex stepped into the bedroom, his gaze instantly gravitated towards the four-poster bed. His heart began racing faster when he saw Abigail lying there naked, her plump body sprawled elegantly across the mattress. He could hardly believe his luck, especially since she had always been so reserved and demure around him. Unable to resist temptation, he approached the bed slowly, eager to get a closer look at what lay ahead.
As he drew nearer, he noticed the way the candlelight played off her curves, casting deep shadows across her smooth skin. He watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath, feeling his own pulse quicken in response. It was clear that she wanted him just as much as he desired her - if only he knew it.
"Abigail," he whispered hoarsely, "are you sure you're alright?" She turned her head lazily to look at him, flashing him a seductive smile that sent shivers down his spine.
"Oh, don't worry about me, darling," she purred. "I'm just getting ready for you." Dex felt a wave of warmth flood through him at her words, unable to resist the urge to touch her. He knelt beside the bed, pressing a tender kiss against her neck before trailing his lips lower still until they reached the hollow of her throat. It was here that he paused, taking a deep breath of her scent and letting out a contented sigh.
But as he looked at her now, her eyes half-closed and her mouth curved into a smirk, doubt began to creep in. What if she really had been seeing someone else? The thought made him feel sick to his stomach.
But before he could say anything more, Abigail sat up suddenly, drawing his attention back to her. She leaned forward, grabbing hold of his hand and pulling it towards her chest. With a gentle smile, she guided his fingers towards her breasts, watching closely as he explored the soft curves beneath his touch.
It was evident that she enjoyed the sensation of his hands on her skin, writhing slightly underneath him as he brushed against her nipples. As she moaned lightly, Dex couldn't help but feel a surge of pride coursing through him. He felt like he was finally doing something right - proving himself worthy of her affections.
But even as he savoured these moments of bliss, doubts continued to gnaw away at him. Something about her behaviour seemed...off.
But despite her insistence that nothing untoward had happened, Dex couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that she was hiding something from him. It wasn't just the way she acted when he caught her - her sudden defensiveness and evasiveness were enough to make anyone suspicious. And yet, even as he tried to convince himself that he was being paranoid, he couldn't help but notice the little things that added fuel to the fire. Like the fact that her pussy was dripping wet with cum, despite her claim that she hadn't been touched.
Or the way she squirmed underneath him when he pressed against her, almost as though she was trying to avoid contact. Dex couldn't ignore these small details anymore; they kept poking at him, demanding answers. And yet, no matter how many times he asked her about it, she would simply laugh it off and tell him he was being ridiculous.
He hated the feeling of uncertainty that gripped him whenever he thought about it. It made him feel weak and powerless, two things he despised above all others.