HIS SWEET REVENGE

Celine’s POV

Disbelief fills me up as I study his expression, trying to figure out if he is joking or serious.

This is something I am supposed to laugh over if Bryan and I are on good terms but I am too shocked to react to his order of instructions.

How can an adult like Bryan ask me to undress him? Even Jason doesn’t allow me to do that willingly? Is Bryan serious about this?

He gives me a questioning look as though he is asking me to do a normal duty that I am supposed to and I am not doing it. I stand staring blankly at him.

Is Bryan seriously asking me to undress him? What the hell is this for? Is this another punishment or what? This is the dumbest punishment and order of all.

He clench his jaw in anger and my heart race in fear of what will happen. I don’t have enough courage to do what he is asking of me. I can’t undress a fully grown-up man like him. What if I…?

I squeeze my eyes shut, waving the stupid thought in my mind away.

“Are you deaf?” His shout jerks me out of my reverie, making me shudder in fear. Bryan is damn serious and I am going to lose my job if I don’t do as he says.

My hands start to get sweaty as I dart my gaze to his night wears. He is wearing a pair of silk satin pajama sets.

“I… I..”, I pause. I don’t even know what to say.

“I have work to go to”, he speaks up, glaring at me harshly. I gulp down the lump stuck in my throat, blink severally as it feels surreal, and I move forward.

He sighs angrily as I come to a halt in front of his bed. I brace myself to narrow my gaze down his body on the bed. Without his sleepwear off, I can see the outline of his masculinity and muscular body and I close my eyes again in frustration.

This is torture, Bryan. It’s unfair, I say inwardly.

I bend to sit down in the bed so I can get the clothes off him in a hurry but his voice stops me. “Stand!”

I stand straight and lean forward, breathing in and out like someone who is about to be crucified. The moment I touch him, electric tremors run down my nerves, as my breathing becomes heavy.

I feel his hotness and I blink. I touch the nape of his neck and I feel it again. His body is hot.

Is he sick? Is this why he is so lazy to undress himself?

If this is the case, then it means it is just for today and the torture will be over forever. I just hope he won’t be too lazy to take a bath by himself.

I lean forward and begin to unbutton his shirt. When my hand grazes his hairy chest, I think he stiffens until he scowls at me in irritation.

If you are irritated by my touch, why ask me to undress you?

I want to say this to him but I dare not voice out my thoughts. I unbutton the shirt downward before stirring it out of him, exhaling a deep sigh that half of the job is done.

He gives me a daring look and the sudden realization that the hardest part of the job is getting his shorts out dawns on me.

A small shill goes through me and my heart begins to pound hard in my chest. I am weary with regrets, this job is more than I expected.

He stretches his leg further on the bed and takes his eyes off me with his head on the headboard and his arms apart.

He seems to be enjoying the torture he is putting me through. I know Bryan, he is deriving no pleasure from what I am doing, the only pleasure he is getting is from my discomfort.

It will be hard getting the short off him so I gulp loudly, and say. “Hmm… you need to stand up for me to get the short out.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Why can’t you do it this way?” He is relaxed and enjoying the show.

I gulp again, pushing back the tears springing up in my eyes.

“Do it this way, I can’t stand up”, he commands and closes his eyes.

Quietly, I nod and lean forward again. The moment I touch his waist to get a hold of the band of the shorts, a sense of familiarity washes through me and I remember it all.

I remember the night. I remember how it started and ended. How I lost my virginity to this man before me who did not even appreciate me a bit for it.

How I had my first kiss, hug, and orgasm with him. How he taught me what it means to make love and derive pleasure from it. And how he pumped his seed into me without any of us knowing.

I push back my tears once more, sniffing and ignoring the feeling underneath me. My body is shaking and my hands are trembling. My insides are in disarray.

My kitty is throbbing in need and want. I can’t believe I am feeling this way, despite everything. I thought I had gotten over what happened between us that night. I knew I was attracted to Bryan after that night of passion between us because of how he made me feel like a woman despite his drunken state.

I was into him because of how he made me feel, how he was sheathing into me and out of me, making me scream in both pain and pleasure. The feeling was overwhelming.

In one swoop, I drag the shorts down thinking I am done but surprisingly, his cat butterfly briefs catch my eyes and I stare down at his manhood.

I gulp loudly and stand straight. Our gaze meets and he opens his mouth. I am thinking he wants to tell me to pull down his briefs too so I can begin to cry. I have had enough already. But he smiles in appreciation and says. “Thank you.”

“What?” I say in disbelief.

Is he really thanking me?

“I said thank you, stop acting deaf”, he growls and climbs down from the bed. Instead of looking away as I stand with clasped arms, my gaze rivets to his body, from his broad shoulder to his muscular arms and body down to his manhood.

He is still as calm as ever, which is in contrast to how I feel. My whole body is in a mess.

“You can go now!” He turns to take long strides to the bathroom and I watch him go, wishing for the impossible. If only we are on good terms, I wouldn’t mind initiating something that will make my sexual cravings stop.

Bryan is not a man I can do this with ever again and there is no other man I would love to do this with.

The slamming of the bathroom door jolts me back to life and I drag my feet out with frustration and anger, looking like a sex-deprived kitten.

I have never felt this way before in over 4 years.