First Night of Pleasure

We had been driving for hours to get to his mansion, and as we arrived, I couldn't help but look inside. It was larger than I ever imagined.

He seemed to know exactly where he was going, while I had to take it all in. He seemed to be serious as he walked to the bar counter, and I noticed he was getting a bottle of beer. I had never seen him drink before so I was a bit surprised.

“Drink! “he said, seriously.

“Cool,” I smiled at him.

He offered me a beer too, but I declined. I wanted to be sober for whatever was about to happen. I still had no idea how to start, and I was starting to get a bit anxious.

He took a sip of his beer and said, “So what can you do for the fifty million pesos? “he asked, seriously.

“I can give you sex. What else?” I said, seductively.

My heart started to race. I was so not prepared for this. I took a courage and continued, “Make my money worth it, “he said in a cold tone of voice and he was obviously drank.

I stared at him, my heart pounding. He was the one I had been avoiding for so long, the one I had grown to loathe over the years. He had hurt me more than anyone else ever had, and I had sworn to never let him near me again.

But now, I was determined to take control. I wanted to show him that I had power, that I could be the one to seduce him. I wanted to make him feel the way I had felt – powerless, helpless, and completely vulnerable.

I took a deep breath and asked him if he wanted to have sex. His eyes widened in surprise, and he hesitated before answering. He seemed unsure of what to do. I could see the war between his desire and his fear playing out on his face.

“What now?” he asked, seriously.

I had immediately approached him. I had put my face close to his face and we had stared at each other for a moment.

I had to admit that all the pain was coming back. What he had done to me had been so painful. I had felt so abandoned and heartbroken.I want to make him feel the pain he makes me feel.

But at that moment, I was filled with passion. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to feel his lips against mine and to experience that love again. I wanted to take away some of the pain he had caused me.

I can feel his hands traveling up my body, his breath on my neck. I try to close my eyes and pretend he's someone else, someone I could love. But I can't. His touch brings back memories of the pain and suffering he caused me. I want to scream and push him away, but I can't. I need to finish this.

“Uhmmmm,”he moaned.

I turn my head slightly and kiss him, my hatred and anger boiling beneath the surface. He responds eagerly, and I can feel the heat of his desire. I move my body against his, my movements calculated and precise. I need to make sure I do this correctly, so he won't suspect anything.

“Make it fast!” he commanded.

He gasps as I brush my lips against his, and I feel a moment of satisfaction. I don't have to do this if I don't want to, but I'm doing it anyway. I'm seducing him with all the hatred and resentment I have in my heart.

“Oh fuck!” he cursed.

I continue to move in a slow, sensual rhythm, making sure every inch of him feels my touch. The intensity builds, and I can feel his desire growing. I know that soon it will be over, and he will have to face the consequences of his actions. But for now, I'm going to make him feel pleasure.

“You should pay for everything, “my mind said.

The moment of climax arrives, and I can feel his body tense up as he reaches his peak. I close my eyes and will the pleasure to wash away my hatred. When it's done, I open my eyes and look at him. I feel empty and satisfied at the same time.

He pulls me close and whispers something in my ear. I don't respond. I just want him to get out of my life. I want to put this behind me. I want to move on and forget that this ever happened. I want to be free. But I need to take revenge on him.

I watch him dress and leave, and I can’t help but follow his gaze. So I did. I kissed him and he kissed me back. Tears streaked my face as I kissed him, tears of joy and pain.

We broke away from each other, and he looked away, unable to meet my gaze. He had nothing to say, and I had nothing to say either.

We had sex that night, and I felt a sense of satisfaction that I had been able to take control of the situation. I felt powerful and strong. My body felt worthless now, but it didn't matter. I had seduced the man I hated the most.

“You can leave and back tomorrow morning!” he said seriously.

“I have to stay here until the contract is done,” I told him.

“What?!” he asked, frowning.

I saw his forehead frowned while looking at me. He was obviously surprised at what I said to him.

“Did you really read the agreement?” I asked, emphatically.

“You can’t stay here always. I can’t stand to be with you,” he refused.

I just smiled at what he said and pissed him off that he was still affected by me.

"Why? I thought you had moved on?" I teased him.

"What are you talking about?!" he asked with a frown.

"It's like you're not comfortable with me. After what happened, don't say you didn't enjoy it," I teased.

“Really?”

He moved her face close to my face and I can’t help but smell his breath. I can’t move from where I was standing at those moments.