Call Me Mommy

Gold's POV Dare me I walked in and watched as my fiance was giving head to his secretary. He hadn't seen me yet as I made my way to the front of his desk before knocking on it twice. “Didn't you lock the door?” He asked with a grunt as he tried to push her greedy mouth off his c**k and turn his chair around at the same time. She slurped and sucked without a gag reflex and only when she finally let out his length from her throat to breathe did he get to turn around. And when he did, his face went wide and pale in shock and fear as he exploded in her face. White liquid smeared the face of the secretary who had pretended to be innocent and lovely everytime I came to visit my fiance in his office. “Gold, what are you doing here?” He asked, his c**k still pumping his seeds on her face when she also raised her head and saw me. She fell on her ass in shock as well as she started buttoning her shirt while licking off the c*m on his face. Quite the funny reaction if you ask me. But I think my reaction to finding my highschool sweetheart whom I had been engaged to since I was in college was more strange. We weren't in an open relationship and our wedding is just in a week's time, yet here I was watching the man who I thought was as loyal as my virgin ass getting head from a woman he had sworn was not his type and even threatened to fire several times. My bestie from college warned me about him and how I shouldn't trust him and break up with him instead, but I'd always prided myself in the fact that “Carlos will never do that to me. We practically grew up together.” I chuckled as I wondered if she would say, “I told you so,” after hearing what just happened. “I see you're done,” I said, the smile still softening my features as I took the seat opposite his desk while his secretary hurried up to her feet and stood beside him. No explanation, just c*m and some loose buttons. The leather seat felt rather hot against my butt and I didn't even want to think about what must have gone down on it. “Gold, I..I can explain,” Carlos, my darling whom I thought loved me to the moon, stuttered as he stretched his hand to hold mine across the table. “Don't,” I jerked back in the swivel leather chair and looked at him, unable to mask my disgust. Was this their first time doing it or had they been at it from the moment he took this job after graduating college two years ago, while I was doing my masters? Was she the only one? I needed answers but I couldn't trust myself to ask questions or trust the words that would come out of his mouth. However the silence was getting more tense by the second and I could tell he was very nervous from the way he habitually tapped his shoes on the ground. “Look,” he jerked forward again, trying to reach me from where he was seated. “You can talk, but don't touch me with your germs laden hands. You haven't washed them,” I scolded as I looked at his hands, trying to scrutinize them for saliva from the secretary's mouth and his own c*m. I chuckled again as I saw his crestfallen look. We had promised to stay chaste until our wedding night when we'll give our virginities to each other. I guess he owed me a debt now, because this would be the first time I'd be seeing his c*m. “I'm listening,” I added, my voice more stiff than the previous, like this whole thing wasn't affecting me. But maybe if he looked closely, he would see how I was pinching my thighs underneath the table to distract myself from the feeling of bugs crawling on my skin. This place was dirty. It needed disinfection. My OCD was acting up and I wanted to start cleaning up the place which is something I would have done if it wasn't stained with betrayal. No bleach could get rid of the stain and stench of the betrayal of someone I'd called my husband even with just the engagement ring. I might cry. I sniffled, trying to hold it back and focus on the pain I was inflicting on myself when I heard a loud bang on the table. “That's what I hate about you, this is all your fault,” he suddenly said, startling me that I jumped ever so slightly on my seat. The leather felt hotter than when I'd just sat on it. A little damp too. Damp from sweat. Sweat that contained germs. I needed to get rid of them, but I couldn't walk out on him just like that. That wouldn't be proper. It's not a demure way to deal with a crisis. I wasn't raised to be rash or show my emotions at times like this. So I took a deep breath and blinked twice. “I am? How is it my fault that your fly is still open and your limp c**k dangling from it,” I said as I looked at his waist intently. It was my first time seeing this part of his body too. I couldn't help but be interested since it was my favorite biology topic although I ended up studying business admin in college and for my master's degree. “How many inches is it?” I asked, more to myself as a distraction as I leaned forward to measure with my eyes. “Four and a half? Five maybe?” I muttered as I looked up at his red face. His secretary snickered at my remark and I looked at her trying to hide her laugh with her hand clamped over her mouth. Dirty hands. You need to wash them. I guess my panicking could serve as comic relief for some people. “You f*****g get out. It's your fault too! You slut, you're fired!” He threatened and barked as she hurried out awkwardly still trying to juggle between laughing at my unintentional joke and begging to have her job back. The moment she got out and closed the door, Carlos awkwardly tucked his half hardened c**k in his trouser before zipping and walking around the table, awkwardly at first as he walked with his legs widely apart before bringing them close and stopping in front of me. However, I didn't fail to notice when he rubbed that hand on the edge of the table or when his shoe stepped on some of his c*m on the floor. I wanted to throw up and wash my eyes clean of the memory, but again, I held back. I needed to be prim and proper, I couldn't afford to lose my composure. “Look babe, I'm sorry,” he said and dropped to his knees in front of me acting all solemn and repentant. He was about to place his hands on my thigh when I jerked the chair back like the emergency that it was, putting as much distance as I could between us. “You're sorry now? But you blamed this on me when she was here,” I raised my eyebrow as I stretched my pointed stiletto heels forward to show that he couldn't cross the distance. There was too much dirt on him. “That's because she was here.” “I see, saving your ego and ruining mine in front of others while you become a pimp in private. How cowardly,” I said and watched as he violently sprang to his feet, his hand raised and read to land on me. That was the last straw. I sprang to my feet in the most mindful and cautious way I could, daring him with my eyes still as calm and unaffected. “You b***h, you never let me f**k you or even touch you. I never got to masturbate to you because you were always so perfect and chaste and I needed a release,” he was in the middle of shouting, sounding frustrated in between growls and sighs when I hushed him by stepping close and watching as he backed two steps away, intimidated by my calm. “Carlos, there are two things you know I will never take from anyone, talkless of a man I planned on spending my life with. One,” I raised my perfectly manicured acrylic left index finger up as I took another step. He stepped back again, more recklessly this time, stumbling onto the back of his office couch. One we had picked together. “Disrespect. I would never take disrespect from any human and raising your voice at me was the height of it. Anything more, and I'd have sent you to jail.” I paused to breathe with my eyes closed as I raised my middle finger alongside the index to match the royal blue design. “Two,” I opened my eyes to continue, “is someone daring to raise their hands on me. I won't let it pass and you will pay for it. And the one line we both know should never have been crossed was you cheating on me.” I said as I stepped back. “Gold, please.” “You no longer owe me an explanation, because we are done. I will not be marrying you next week and I will find a man to give my virginity this night.” “What do you mean?” He panicked more as he ran after me. I continued towards the door, “I am single and betrayed, so I would rather sleep with a stranger than promise another scum of this earth my virginity on our wedding night,” I eyed him with disgust as I picked my bag and pushed the door open. “You do not dare. You are way too perfect and polite for that,” was the last thing I heard before I slammed the door shut. Dare me!