Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 011

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I sat on the sofa frowning at Julian who was standing close to the foyer, drawing smoke from the cigarette in his mouth like he did not have a care in the world.

“Wipe that frown off your face.” He walked closer as he spoke.

“I left my husband to come spend time with you,” I said. “You promised to give me the princess treatment and now you’re bringing some other girl to this sacred place of ours.”

“Isn’t that why I spoil you with enough money?”

“But it’s always been just the two of us.”

“Quit whining.” He blew smoke at me and sat beside me. “You’ve gotten boring lately. This is for your own good. Leslie is only coming here to spice up the sex and stop me from moving on to someone more lively.”

Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat.

I could not afford for Julian to cast me aside. How would I keep up my lifestyle if he did.

Being married to a poor man was a curse. Many times I regretted getting married to Dominic. Granted, he had a sexy body and was good in bed, but what was the use of all of that without money? He was always making empty promises. Each time I complained about our modest lifestyle and the meager money he provided, he would tell me to give him a little more time.

A little more time.

I had married a man who could not afford the lifestyle I deserved, and he had the nerve to ask me for

patience.

Good thing I had him wrapped around my finger. Even before marriage, I had always played outside because he could not give me the life I really wanted. He never found out because he was too dumb. When he asked me to marry him, I should have said no. I wanted to seize the opportunity to break up with him, but thinking about how hot he looked and how well he fucked me, I thought I could overlook his wretchedness and get money from other men outside.

It was not a big deal for me at first.

But after I met Julian, things were different. The amount of money Julian lavished on me, all the men I had been with put together had not given me that much. Julian was very generous. Though it took quite the effort to please him in bed, as opposed to Dominic who enjoyed being the one doing the pleasing.

After being with Julian, each time I got home I was exhausted and the sight of Dominic made me feel disgusted. I had not allowed him to touch me in so long and still, the fool did not have the slightest inkling that I was cuckolding him.

I was jealous of Celeste. I was so jealous. Why did Celeste end up marrying Julian, a man who could give her literally anything she wanted? If I had known, I would have let Celeste be with Dominic back then. Then I would have been the one who ended up being Mrs. Julian Fisher.

All these months I had made Julian do whatever I wanted, even ignoring his wife. His rules were simple. I was not to ever disrespect his wife, interrupt his calls to her, or ever reveal our affair to her.

It was easy. Celeste was easy to fool anyway. Seeing how blindly she loved and trusted Julian made me laugh. I was the one who knew him better than his own wife did. I knew all his bad habits while Celeste saw him like a saint, especially since that was how he portrayed himself to her.

My goal was simple. I would make Julian fall in love with me. I would make him divorce his wife while I divorced my husband, and finally, Julian and I would get married.

Everything seemed to be working out fine. Until this morning when he brought up the name of a woman called Leslie and said she was coming over for a threesome.

I did not like the idea. I wanted Julian all to myself. And now he was threatening to cast me aside because I was against it.

No.

I could not allow the dynamics of our relationship to become unfavorable for me. After six months, he had to feel something for me. I needed to put it to the test.

I got up. “If you don’t want me anymore, then it would be better for me to leave.” I began walking toward the room. “I’ll go and pack my stuff.”

My heart was pounding. I desperately hoped for him to stop me. I could not afford to lose Julian’s funding.

“Wait.”

I almost jumped for joy. But I controlled myself and turned to face him, feigning hurt.

He got up, walked close, and blew smoke into my face while I just stared at him. Then he reached out his thumb, rubbed my lower lip seductively, and kissed me.

“Check your phone,” he said. “I just sent money into your account.”

I rolled my eyes, unlocked my phone, and gasped.

I covered my mouth, unable to believe it. Two million dollars at once. This was the first time.

I screamed and jumped into his arms.

“There’s more where that came from,” he said. “You just need to be of good behavior.” He paused. “I also got an invitation to a very important party. The richest man in the country. All the crème de la crème of society I can take you as my plus one.”

My eyes opened wide

I had heard about that party but dismissed it because I knew people like me would not be invited. But that kind of party was my exact kind of playground. I loved mingling with the rich. Especially millionaires and billionaires. Who knows, I might meet someone even richer. Someone who could give me more than

Julian did. 

I could always keep both of them. As long as the money kept rolling in.

I hugged him again. “You are the best. You treat me so well.”

He held my shoulders and pushed me back, the smile gone. “Taking you to that party depends on your performance. If Leslie outperforms you, I take her instead and you are out of my life.”

The happiness on my face dimmed. Fear passed over it.

Then I smiled. “Of course I won’t let you down.” I pulled out my phone and showed him a picture. “As for the party, I already know exactly what I want to wear. This black dress. It’s only seven hundred thousand dollars and it would be perfect.”

He looked at the picture and nodded. “Indeed. That dress would suit you perfectly. Prove that you deserve it and I’ll have it brought here before the party begins.”

“In that case,” I said, “I’ll go and get ready.”

I went into the bedroom, my heart pounding in excitement at the thought of the money I had just received, the dress I would be wearing, and the party where I would make the right connections.

Whoever this Leslie girl was, I would show her she had nothing on me.

I began to get ready.

I stripped out of my clothes and stood before the full-length mirror, studying my body. I had kept myself fit for men like Julian. My waist was narrow, my hips wide, my breasts full and firm from the expensive workouts and treatments I invested in. I turned sideways, admiring the curve of my ass. Dominic had always loved that ass. Useless man. At least his appreciation of my body was one thing he got right.

I pulled open the drawer where Julian kept the lingerie he bought for me. I selected a set I had not worn yet. Black lace, nearly transparent, with a sheer push-up bra that left my nipples visible through the fabric. The matching panties were nothing more than a triangle of lace held together by thin strings at my hips The garter belt was strappy and intricate, and I attached sheer black stockings to it, rolling them slowly up my thighs.

I sat at the vanity and applied my makeup with precision. Heavy smoky eyes. False lashes that made my eyes look enormous. A deep red lipstick that would leave marks wherever Julian wanted them. I sprayed perfume across my throat and between my breasts, ran my fingers through my hair to tousle it into deliberate waves, and stepped into a pair of black stilettos with sharp, lethal heels.

I looked at myself in the mirror

I looked expensive I looked like a woman who was worth every cent Julian had spent on me

Whoever this Leslie was, she would have to work very hard to outperform me.

The doorbell rang thirty minutes later.

I heard Julian’s footsteps cross the living room. I stayed in the bedroom, sprawled across the center of the king-sized bed, one leg bent, the strap of my garter belt visible against my thigh. I arranged myself like a trophy waiting to be claimed.

The bedroom door opened.

Julian walked in first, wearing nothing but black briefs and a white singlet that stretched across his chest. His arm was hooked with hers.

Leslie.

I had looked her up while I was getting ready. Twenty-five years old. An escort with a reputation that had reached even my ears. Incredible long legs that looked like they belonged on a runway model. A beautiful, round, youthful face with full lips and wide, innocent eyes. Full breasts that strained against the fabric of her dress. Wide hips that swayed when she walked.

The dress she wore was white. It was more of a suggestion than a garment. A thin, stretchy material that clung to every curve of her body, with a neckline that plunged almost to her navel and a hem that barely covered the tops of her thighs. I could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric. She wore no bra. I could see the dark shadow between her legs through the thin material. She wore no panties either.

She was a walking invitation.

I sat up on the bed, my eyes moving from Leslie’s face to Julian’s.

His lips curved up in a smile. He brought his cigarette to his mouth, took a long drag, and then tilted Leslie’s chin up with his free hand. She opened her mouth obediently, and he blew the smoke directly into it. She held it, swallowed it, and exhaled through her nose like she had been trained to do exactly that.

He kissed her, deep and possessive, his tongue sliding into her mouth.

Then he dropped the cigarette onto the floor and crushed it with his bare foot.

I got off the bed and began to walk toward him.

Leslie dropped to her knees before he could even tell her to.

She knelt on the floor in her white dress, her hands finding the waistband of his briefs, her eyes looking up at him with the practiced adoration of a professional.

I stopped beside them.

Julian looked at me, then at Leslie, then back at me.

Let’s see what you both can do,” he said.

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Leslie’s fingers hooked into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down.

His cock sprang free, already hard, thick and veined and heavy. I had seen it many times, had taken it in every position he demanded, but seeing it beside Leslie’s youthful face made something twist in my stomach. She was younger than me. Prettier in that fresh, unspoiled way. I could not let her outdo me.

I reached out and wrapped my hand around his shaft before she could.

I stroked him slowly, my thumb circling the head, spreading the bead of moisture that had already gathered there. He let out a low, approving sound, his hand coming up to cup the back of my head.

But Leslie was not waiting.

She leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

Her lips wrapped around him, her tongue pressed flat against the underside, and she began to suck him with a rhythm that told me she had done this hundreds of times before. Her cheeks hollowed. Her eyes stayed locked on his face. She was performing for him, and she was good at it.

I did not let go. I kept my hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking what her mouth could not reach, my fingers moving in counterpoint to the bobbing of her head. We worked him together, her mouth and my hand, and Julian groaned above us, his fingers tightening in my hair.

“Yes,” he breathed. “Just like that.”

Leslie took him deeper. Her nose pressed against his pelvis. She held him there, her throat working around him, and I felt his cock pulse against my fingers.

I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to the spot where her lips met his shaft. I kissed him there, my tongue tracing the vein that ran along the underside, and Julian shuddered.

Leslie pulled back, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.

I took over immediately.

I wrapped my lips around him and took him into my mouth, deep, deeper than she had gone. I had learned how to suppress my gag reflex years ago, for men exactly like Julian. I swallowed him down until my nose brushed against his pelvis, and I felt the head of his cock press against the back of my throat.

He groaned, loud and raw, his hand fisting in my hair.

“Fuck, Sera. Just like that.”

I stayed there, my throat clenched around him, my tongue working the underside. Leslie watched me, her lips parted, her hand moving to stroke his balls in a rhythm that matched my bobbing head.

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