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Blackmail

Heather Teston

Chapter 4

Titus was in a foul mood. Maybe it was hunger gnawing at him, but he was too angry to even think about food.

He could have taken Trixie out for a meal, but he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of thinking she had any sway over him.

His car was packed to the brim with her suitcases, filled with clothes and who knows what else.

He was astounded by the sheer amount of clothes one woman could own, and he’d bet his bottom dollar that a good chunk of them still had their price tags on.

When they pulled up to his house, she flashed him a wide grin. “I’m finally home. I can’t wait to settle in. I hope you have a pool.”

“First off, this isn’t your home, so don’t get too cozy,” he retorted, stepping out of the car.

She followed suit, slipping on her sunglasses as she took in the house. “It’s such a charming little place. I can’t wait for you to show me around and take me to our bedroom.”

He was sick and tired of her insinuations about them sharing a bed, so he chose to ignore her comment and started unloading her suitcases.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to haul all these in by myself?” he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Of course not,” she replied, a smirk playing on her lips. She picked up one of the smaller cases and started towards the door.

Too hungry and too exhausted to argue, he grumbled under his breath, grabbed as many cases as he could, and followed her.

Once inside, he set down the cases, fished out his keys, and unlocked the door. “After you, princess,” he said, gesturing for her to enter.

“Aren’t you going to carry me over the threshold?” she teased, winking at him.

“If I were to pick you up and carry you anywhere, it’d be to the end of the driveway so someone else could deal with you.” He moved the cases inside and set them down.

Without wasting his breath asking her to help, Titus went back to the car to fetch the rest of her stuff. He knew she wouldn’t lift a finger.

Trixie decided to wait for him so he could give her the grand tour. She winced when he brought in the last of the luggage and dropped it on the floor. “Be careful with those, they’re very expensive.”

“Maybe you should’ve helped me instead of complaining.”

She let out a deep sigh. “Can you show me around before taking me to our bedroom?” She had her back to him when she said this, but she heard him take a deep breath. He’s so easy to provoke, she thought.

He led her through each room, making it clear that his office was off-limits and she was not to enter without his permission.

The last room he showed her before heading upstairs was the kitchen.

She walked over to the fridge and opened it. “I see you keep it well-stocked.

“And you don’t seem to worry about carbs. You should be careful. I wouldn’t want you to lose that perfect body of yours to excess weight.”

“That’s not your concern, princess, and stop calling me your husband.”

“But that’s what you are, and I’m your wife. Now, how about you show me the bedrooms?”

Brushing off the hand she had placed on his chest, Titus picked up some of the suitcases and headed upstairs.

She trailed behind him, carrying the one case she had brought in.

He stopped at a door and opened it, letting her enter first. “This is your bedroom. It’s quite comfortable. You have your own bathroom.”

“My bedroom? I think it would be better if we shared your room. This is nice, but I’m sure your room is much nicer.”

“Damn it, I told you, we are not sharing a bed.”

She approached him and started unbuttoning his shirt. There was something about his scent that was driving her wild with desire.

“It’s our wedding night, and I want to give you what you wanted that night we made out behind the bar. I bet you know how to please a woman.”

He placed his hands over hers to stop her.

“Believe me, princess, I know how to please a woman. I could make you feel things you’ve never felt before. By the time I’m done with you, you wouldn’t be able to walk for hours.

“But you’ll never know what that feels like.” It was a struggle for Titus to resist; his cock was hard and throbbing.

Trixie pressed herself against him and could feel his arousal.

She remembered their encounter a year ago, the feel of his lips on hers, his hand under her dress, touching her intimately.

She slowly backed him towards the bed, licking her lips as she held his gaze. “You want me, and I’m yours for the taking.”

He felt the edge of the bed hit the back of his knees. His eyes dropped to her chest, watching her breasts rise and fall rapidly. His cock was hard and aching for release.

Placing his hands on her shoulders, he spun her around and pushed her onto the bed, then climbed on top of her.

His lips crashed onto hers, and his hand slid under her dress, then up. Her lips were sweet, her skin velvety soft.

Slipping a finger inside her panties, he felt her wetness and couldn’t help but smile.

She closed her eyes tightly as his fingers explored her. A soft moan escaped her lips as he stroked her.

But then, to her shock, he pulled his finger out and jumped off the bed, leaving her hot and panting.

“Why did you stop?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbows. She could feel her blood boiling with anger and frustration at being left wanting more.

He stood there, buttoning up his shirt with a grin on his face. “How do you like it?”

“Like what?” she asked, utterly confused.

“How do you like it when someone gets you all hot and bothered and then walks away? Payback’s a bitch, baby. Now, get settled in, and maybe I’ll see you later.”

As he reached the door, a pillow hit him in the back of the head. He turned around, a smirk on his face, and winked at her.

“Well, well, looks like someone’s got a temper.”

Titus exited the room, a satisfied grin on his face. He’d almost lost control with her, but he’d managed to pull back just in time.

Trixie, on the other hand, was fuming. How dare he get her all hot and bothered and then just stop? It wasn’t the same as when she’d teased him that night by the dumpsters behind the bar. They’d barely known each other then. Did he really think she’d sleep with him in a place like that? Even he had to realize how gross that would be.

Sure, there was a thrill in the possibility of getting caught, but it wasn’t something she was ready to do.

She got up from the bed and went to her suitcase. She pulled out a bag, placed it on the bed, and took out a pair of jeans and a top. She stripped off her dress and headed for the shower.

***

Fresh from the shower, Trixie, wrapped in a towel, inspected the closets and shook her head. They were nowhere near big enough for all her clothes.

Once she was dressed, she made her way to the kitchen. Her stomach was rumbling.

She found Titus there, making a sandwich.

She perched on a stool at the breakfast bar and watched him. “That looks good,” she said, eyeing the sandwich.

He glanced up at her. She looked different with her hair loose and no makeup on.

For some reason, he felt compelled to share. He cleared his throat, cut his sandwich in half, and pushed the plate towards her. “Here, you can have this one.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’ll just make another one and take it to my office.”

“Or we could eat together.”

He looked down. “I’ve got work to do.”

“But it’s Friday and the weekend. You don’t have to work until Monday, right?”

As he made his sandwich, he avoided her gaze. “I had to take today off, so I need to catch up on what I missed.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

He tapped the knife on the counter and looked up at her. “I don’t care what you do; just don’t bother me.”

“When does your housekeeper come?”

“Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Why?”

“I was hoping she could put my stuff away. Also, I don’t have enough closet space in my room. Maybe I could put some of my stuff in your room?”

He felt his temper flare. He cut his sandwich in half and slammed the knife down on the counter.

“First off, my housekeeper is here to clean the house, not to cater to you. You’re a grown woman; you can put your own clothes away.

“And there’s no way you’re putting any of your stuff in my room. The last thing I need is to give you an excuse to go in there.”

“Okay, no need to be so grumpy. You should consider hiring a cook or asking your housekeeper to prepare our meals before she leaves for the day.”

He picked up his plate and left the room.

“I’m not going to ask her to do that. You can cook our dinner. If you don’t know how, there are plenty of recipe books in the drawer. It’s time you learned to do things for yourself.”

She finished her sandwich as he walked out of the room.

There’s no way I’m cooking for him, she thought, then noticed a piece of paper on the fridge. She took it down and started reading.

It was a menu from a takeout restaurant that delivered. She recognized a few of the places and remembered that regular customers could run a tab with them.

That would solve their dinner problem. All she had to do was call them, tell them who she was, and give them the code that Titus had written on the menu.

After finishing her sandwich, she went upstairs and started unpacking. The room was beautiful.

From her window, she could see the swimming pool. She decided to go for a swim since Titus was busy in his office.

She put on her bikini, wrapped a towel around her waist, and headed downstairs and out to the pool.

After swimming a few laps, she got out of the pool and dried off. It was a beautiful day, and she didn’t want to go inside. She lay down on a lounge chair and soaked up the sun.

She hadn’t slept much the night before, and she soon drifted off. She slept soundly for two hours.

After another swim, she went back inside and up to her room to shower before ordering dinner.

She changed into a pair of short shorts and a halter top, then went downstairs. She picked up a menu and decided on Italian.

By the time the food arrived, she’d opened a bottle of wine and set the table. She went to Titus’s office to let him know dinner was ready.

He looked up from his paperwork when she knocked and came in. His eyes roamed over her body, and he felt a familiar stirring.

He quickly looked away. “What do you want?”

“I just wanted to let you know that dinner is ready.”

He looked back up at her. “I thought you didn’t know how to cook?”

“Please, hurry, before it gets cold,” she said, turning to leave.

She noticed the way his eyes traveled over her. The way he looked at her sent a thrill through her.

She’d chosen her outfit deliberately, hoping to get a reaction from him. It had worked, and she knew he was hiding a hard-on behind his desk.

It was going to be fun breaking down his resistance, getting him into bed.

Men are so weak when it comes to sex, she thought. ~Women can make them do just about anything.~

She heard Titus’s footsteps as she poured the wine into their glasses.

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