His Mistress is His Ex-Wife
Chapter 13: Desire

Chapter 13: Desire

’What is happening to me? Am I cured?’

Dominique was flabbergasted beyond comprehension when he felt his growing arousal. His body was surprisingly responding to her every touch. It had been so long since the last time he felt this kind of heated passion– only with Sabrina.

’Fuck! Why do I keep thinking about her even at this moment?’ Dominique cursed himself as he lamented.

His deep thought was interrupted when he felt Athena’s palm gently squeeze his now fully erect enormous manhood. Instead of stopping her, Dominique observed his cock with amusement and curiosity.

The heat started to build up inside his body as Athena stroked the fat head of his shaft, her thumb capturing the pre-cum and massaging it into the veined flesh. "Aah~" Dominique let out a soft groan. His mind was in a daze. Even the way she touched him reminded him of Sabrina.

’Damn, she’s skilled... just the way I taught Sabrina.’ Dominique shut his eyes and clenched his teeth, his fingers tightly clutching the sheet of the bed. ’But why? Same voice yet different face.’

Soon, Athena’s left hand joined her right hand, tracing the length of his erection. Dominique hissed a breath through his teeth as he became more turned on, imagining Sabrina as the one touching him right now.

He let out a deep sigh of satisfaction as Athena skillfully worked her hands up and down his length, expertly increasing the rhythm. The sensation was pure bliss, and the intensity of her touch heightened the pleasure coursing through him.

As she quickened the pace, Dominique found himself completely entranced by the expertise of her hands, skillfully navigating the contours of his cock. His breath hitched with every stroke, each deliberate movement sending waves of pleasure through his entire being.

As Athena continued her ministrations, he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. Arching his head backward, he sensed that he was on the brink of reaching his climax and accidentally moaned Sabrina’s name.

"Uh...Aah... Sabrina~"

Athena’s movement came to an abrupt halt when she heard her name coming out of Dominique’s mouth. That also served as her wake-up call. She needed to stop.

’Why should I grant him his climax? Absolutely not. It’s best to leave him hanging!’ She thought to herself.

So even before Dominique could reach his orgasm, Athena stopped touching him. Leaning in, she whispered, "It appears you are enjoying this, Mr. Smith. I already satisfied you last night. You have to spend another five hundred million if you want me to please you more," she taunted, concealing a hint of mockery beneath her soft giggles.

With those words hanging in the air, Athena gracefully left the bed and covered her nakedness with her silk robe. When she glanced back, she locked eyes with Dominique, his gaze bloodshot with a mixture of fury and disappointment.

Athena had deliberately left him in a state of heightened arousal and frustration, savoring the impact of her teasing actions.

"Since you refuse to believe that we’ve slept last night, I won’t force you to take responsibility. My door is open, you are free to leave, Mr. Smith." Athena remarked, gesturing towards the exit with a gentle wave of her hand. She kept smiling at him, provoking him further.

Staring coldly at Athena, Dominique got off the bed. He hastily stooped to gather his scattered clothes across the floor. Angered and humiliated, he hurriedly put on his clothes. Buttons were fastened and zippers pulled up with an intensity that mirrored his negative emotions.

The rustle of fabric and the sharp sounds of clothing being adjusted filled the room. With one last glance at Athena, he moved decisively toward the door, frustration etched across his face.

The door slammed shut behind him, resonating with the abruptness of his departure. Athena stood in the now-empty room, a mix of emotions playing across her features – a subtle smirk revealing a trace of satisfaction.

A few moments later, the door swung open with a sudden force, revealing Lanny’s running figure "Sabrina! Are you alright? Did he harm you? Did he lay a hand on you?" She bombarded her with so many questions as she scanned her whole body, her voice tinged with concern.

"Hey, take it easy. I’m perfectly fine. Lanny, please don’t refer to me as Sabrina anymore. I go by Athena now." When Dominique uttered her old name earlier, it triggered something profound within her. As a result, she made the conscious choice to leave that name behind. From now on, she embraces the identity of Athena.

Understanding her intention, Lanny just nodded in response. "Okay. I won’t mention that name anymore. I promise."

"By the way, did you get a good shot?" She asked Lanny whether she managed to take a photo of Dominique storming out of her hotel suite.

Lanny playfully winked at her and raised her camera. "A perfect shot! Since he was in a hurry to leave, his fingers were still fumbling with buttons as he exited your room."

The two women examined the photo, their grins reaching from ear to ear. It was, without a doubt, a perfect shot. "I’m eager to send these photos to his wife. Unfortunately, we’ll have to wait for the right moment," Lanny remarked in anticipation.

"I agree. But don’t worry. Let’s do this step by step. For now, we need to let her know that her husband spent five hundred million to spend a night with a woman. This will be the best welcome gift we can give her after her overseas trip." Athena let out a soft giggle.

"Haha! Yes. So true. Let’s meet our accomplice who will do this important task!" Lanny said excitedly.

"Yes. Please wait for me here. I’ll just take a quick shower... and wash my hands," She softly said. Then her gaze reflexively fell on her hands. She just realized that she could use Dominique’s weakness to her advantage.

’I can do this. I can make him suffer... I will exploit his weakness.’ Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction, her lips curling up into a triumphant smile.