
With the Lights On
Author
Sexpun
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25
Chapter 1
Book 1
You know how you marry someone thinking the fact that heâs terrible in bed and has a small penis wonât matter because heâs filthy rich?
No?
Just me? Okay.
Iâd been married to Don Campbell for four years, and I hated it.
Yes, I enjoyed the shopping sprees, the expensive yacht vacations, and the extravagant trips all around the world. I loved opening my closet to see the rows of designer dresses and shoes. I loved the cars and the jewelry too.
Iâd have loved it all even more if I had a husband who cared as much about taking care of my body as he cared about spending money.
My girlfriends were happy to go with me to Hawaii and Italy, and I had a bodyguard for the times nobody else was free to travel with me. Otherwise, I was always alone. My husband went on business trips for weeks, if not longer.
He talked sometimes about having children, but there was no way I wanted to get pregnant. If he was never there for me, how would he be there for the baby?
It wouldâve been so much better if the time we did spend together satisfied me, but fucking him was like eating a salad when you wished you had a cheeseburgerâyou were still hungry when you were done!
He was never home, and when he was, he was tired from working at the office. When we did actually fuck, I couldnât even feel it. He climbed on top of me and then got off in a minute. He never even tried to make me cum.
Thatâs right. I had to give myself orgasms because my husband couldnât be bothered. Or maybe he just didnât know how.
He took my virginity, and everyone knows you always get a little clingy with your first. You also even end up falling in love.
I shouldâve guessed how it was going to go the first time we slept together. I waited for him to get started, only to find out he was already halfway done!
At first, I thought it was normal to last seconds in bed.
Since I didnât really know what was going on, I faked some moans so he wouldnât get offended and took care of myself after he started snoring. Thatâs how it had been ever since.
Don did not like any other âunnecessary activitiesâ like blindfolds or bondage. Even doggy style was taboo.
Gentle, boring missionary was the only option, and he only went down on me when he wanted to apologize for something.
I used to spend hours shopping for new high heels. Now I spent my time collecting vibrators, dildos, clit suckersâŠanything I could use to get myself off.
The only time I enjoyed sex with him was when I was riding him. I could go at the pace I wanted and at least feel him inside me.
Heâd been on a business trip to Colombia for two weeks. He did call me, telling me he loved me and what he would buy for me, but none of that helped my aching horniness.
Toys and my own fingers could only do so much. I needed a manâs hands on me. His mouth, his tongue. I needed a cock to drive inside me until I screamed.
I knew he would come home very late, so I waited for him in the bedroom. My wet pussy wasnât going to let me sleep anyway. I was shaved, clean, and ready for him.
Iâd been thinking about this all day. Iâd even teased myself until I was dripping, just so Iâd be more likely to cum with him. I wanted it to be easy for him. It wasnât going to take much. I hoped even my husband could manage it.
Naked, I waited for him on the bed. It took forever for him to open the bedroom door, so long that I almost thought he was going to sleep on the couch. I played with my nipples while I waited.
Finally, the door creaked open, and he tiptoed inside.
âHello, husband!â I kept my voice low and sexy. I licked my lips.
âElissa, youâre still up?â He stayed by the door.
I curled my finger at him and gave a pouty grin. âI missed you too much to sleep. Come here.â
He did. I knelt on the bed and started kissing him, removing his coat, then his tie. I was working on his shirt when he grabbed my hands and stopped me.
âNot tonight, honey, Iâm tired. I had a long flight, and I just want to sleep.â
Every nerve in my body was on fire, and I couldnât stop from letting out a frustrated groan. âBut I need youâŠâ
âMaybe later, okay?â
I knew thereâd be no later. I didnât know what he got up to when he was on his trips, but it sure as hell wasnât missing me. I watched him take off his shoes and belt, then go to the closet and come back in his pajamas.
âLater, baby. Okay?â
He kissed me as he got under the duvet. I just sat there looking at him. I could smell my wetness. My nipples were still hard.
âNo, not later. I want you now.â
âCome on, Elissa. You can go one night without sex. Weâll do it tomorrow.â He closed his eyes.
âOne night? I havenât seen you in two weeks. And even when youâre here, we rarely do anything because youâre always tired. Youâre not my husband; youâre my roommate. I have needs, Don!â
No answer.
âDon? Don?â
The motherfucker was already asleep.
I wanted to cry with frustration. I wanted to punch him. Scream. Mostly, I wanted him to want me so much that he would never pass up the chance to make love.
As his snores got louder, I opened my drawer and took out a dildo. I was already so wet and so close to the edge it slid inside me without effort. I moaned.
He didnât wake up.
I fucked myself faster. Harder. The dildo was bigger than his cock, but it wasnât the same as having someone kiss and hold me.
My toes curled, and my entire body rocked with the orgasm Iâd spent the whole day waiting to share with the man Iâd married. He was right beside me, but in the end, I was still alone.
I slept with my back to him. I didnât want to see his stupid face, even in the dark.
***
I had no plans of waking up early the next morning. Don would be home at least half the day, and I was too mad at him to even want to spend time with him. I went downstairs and found him at the dining table.
Heâd finished his breakfast and scrolled through his phone. He acted like nothing was wrong as he smiled at me. âGood morning, honey.â
âWhatâs so good about this morning?â I rolled my eyes and sat down.
âAre you still mad at me about last night?â
âI donât know, Don. Should I still be mad at you? I wanted you. I was ready for you, and you left me hanging.â Pouting, I turned away from him.
âElissa. Come here.â He tapped his lap.
I just glared at him.
âPlease?â
I didnât want to hope this meant he was actually feeling sexy, but I straddled him. He put his phone on the table and one hand on my waist. I didnât want to feel anything from his touch, but I couldnât help it. I was still so horny!
He rubbed my cheek slowly with his thumb. âIâm sorry, honey. Please forgive me.â
He sounded so sincere. I didnât want to forgive him, but I was going crazy. The money and gifts were great, but I needed a man.
âWe never make love. Even when youâre here, youâre either tired or not in the mood. Are you not attracted to me anymore? Is that what this is?â I heard a sob in my voice and let it out, not caring if it hurt his feelings.
âDonât say that. You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and you can take my word for it because I have traveled literally everywhere. You are the sexiest woman. You never fail to make me drool for you.â
I rocked a little on his lap, hoping Iâd feel him getting hard. âThen what is it? I donât want a roommate; I want a husband.â
âHave your breakfast, and I promise weâll spend the whole day in bed together.â
âReally?â
âReally.â
As I got off Donâs lap, Joseph, his lead security guard, came in with a man following behind him.
âMr. Campbell, Mrs. Campbell. Good morning.â
âJoseph, there you are,â my husband said. âItâs about time.â
I didnât greet Joseph. I hardly heard him say good morning. My eyes were on the man whoâd come into the room behind him.
He couldâve been a model in a magazine. His trimmed dark beard covered a sharp jawline and matched the long, dark-brown hair touching his shoulders. He wore half of it pulled back in a low bun with the rest free.
I stared at his tan skin. Heart-shaped mouth. His features were perfect.
Heat rushed up from my belly and into my face. My skin tingled. I was glad I could put a hand on the back of my chair, because my knees had gone weak at the sight of this gorgeous stranger who hit every single one of my buttons.
He had to be over six feet tall and ripped. His tailored suit showed off his muscles without making him look too bulky, like a cartoon.
Am I drooling? I think Iâm drooling.
I forced myself to look away from him, hoping nobody saw how red my cheeks got. I also hoped nobody saw my nipples poking through the thin material of my pajamas.
âHoney, I needed your old bodyguard for another assignment, so I had Joseph find you a new one.â My husband smiled like he was giving me yet one more present.
Joseph nodded. âRight. Mrs. Campbell, this is Sebastian Griffin. He was handpicked by me personally. I assure you, he is the best of the best. He is very good at his job, and you will like his work ethic.â
Sebastian stepped forward. His dark eyes held mine with a burning gaze. âItâs nice to meet you.â
Desperate to break my gaze from his, I let mine fall to the front of his trousers. Another rush of heat flooded through me at the sight of the bulge there. I cut my gaze so nobody could tell I was checking him out.
âElissa, what do you think?â Don asked, making me come back from my dirty thoughts.
I coughed lightly into my fist. âIf Joseph himself chose him, he must be a good bodyguard.â
âThen itâs settled. Sebastian will be driving you everywhere, keeping an eye on you, keeping you safe.â
âYes, madam,â Sebastian said in a low, gravelly voice that sent sparks right between my legs. âItâll be my pleasure.â
Pleasure.
Something I needed a lot more of.
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