The Heart of the Sphinx

Chapter 10

Leila crossed the corridor and went upstairs in the cabin which she called her office. She was nothing more than a secretary to a curator who had retired a few years back. She looked out of the window in order to see the view that she had been seeing all these years. She knew that she had made a huge mistake falling in love with a man who was so selfish and so characteristically power driven that nothing else motivated me. Being the secretary to this man, was nothing else other than a better term for the lack of a good word Mistress. She kept looking out of the window smoking a cigarette. She only smoked when she was feeling too frustrated or queasy inside like she was feeling now.

She was staring at the sparkling fountain in the middle of the garden when she could hear the door opening behind her. She knew who it was and she did not even bother to turn back.

Leila could feel the hands of the man on her shoulders. She still did not bother to turn at all.

“What the f*****g hell is wrong with you?” asked the man who was most definitely at the perfect age where he could be called a silver fox. He had the hair of the colour of silver and had the tongue coated with silver as well. This was a man in his fifties who had a family which most of London envied but his only vice was women and his wife was well aware of that as well. He could not understand what was wrong with his pretty little f**k toy today morning.

“Eight years…eight f*****g years we have been together and yet you still remain committed and married to that old coot. That is what has happened to me,” said Leila in a bitter voice.

“I have explained that so many times to you Leila. Her father is still a sitting member of the Parliament and if I am going to win the elections then I am going to need that bastard’s support and the façade of a perfect family in front of the general public. You do understand that it is important for our happiness, isn’t it?” asked the man as he caught hold of her breasts from behind and then pressed his fingers on her n*****s making her suck the air through her teeth.

Leila did not say anything.

The man tried to mollify her by saying further,” If I divorce her then my entire career is going to go down the drain and there will be nothing left for the either of us to do at that point of time. We need to wait till that old bastard makes his move and I am then going to do everything in my power to make her life a living hell so that she stops wanting to live any further,” said the man as Leila scoffed.

She dragged at the cigarette that she was holding between her fingers and then stayed silent.

His hands moved quickly behind her. Holding one arm around the waist he pulled her back against him with his other hand hoisting the back of her skirt. Her thighs and her hips were naked above the stocking which she wore. It was something which he had stipulated when he had made her join to this position. When in office she was not supposed to wear any kind of panties at all and give him access to her cunt at all the times.

He cupped his hand over pubis and said,” You are dripping wet,” in a husky voice.

She still did not move.

“I am always wet,” Leila said.

She could hear the snap of the button of his trousers and then the chain of the fly was pulled open. Then with one hand on the centre of her back he bent her down over the window sill. A moment later she could feel him large and hard pushing inside her. Leila gasped as he thrust forward against hard and unyielding. The cigarette which she was holding in her hand fell down the open window, and her hands gripped the window sill for support. She gasped out again but this time a mew like groan came from inside her throat.

His hands grasped her hips in a viselike grip as he rammed himself like a trip hammer inside her from behind, shoving back and forth inside her. His voice was strong with the triumph of a man who had shown his power.

“You still like it!!” he cried out.

Leila did not answer as she moaned and gasped for breath.

His finger nails dug into the skin of her hips as he spanked her hard across her buttock making his hand imprint on her pale skin.

“Damn you!!!” he growled,” tell me, you still love it…tell me damn it.”

“Yes!!! Yes!!! Yessssss….I love it…I love you…I love this f*****g…goddamn you. You f*****g bastard,” she was screaming with pain and pleasure at the same time.

Finally when he was done, he came inside her with a serious groan not even bothering about the fact that she was not close to cumming or even getting any kind of pleasure at all. He was an extremely selfish man and everyone knew that including Leila but she had landed herself in this soup by falling in love with this bastard of her own accord and now she was thirty she had to create a life for herself out of this only.

“I do not understand why you are so worried about everything Leila,” said the man as he finished tucking himself up and then went and sat on the chair where Leila usually sat.

“Well you are not a woman and you are not the one who is f*****g a married man with four kids, so I am really not sure how you are supposed to understand that,” said Leila as she cast a scathing glance at her.

“You are free to leave any point of time you want. You do know that, don’t you?” asked the man as he himself brought out his case of cigars and then cut off the tip and then lit the end of the cigar.

“Is that what you think I am going to do? Really? Eight years you have been f*****g me like a man possessed and you still treat me as your c*m dumpster and now you think that I am going to go away?” asked Leila with a smile, which was cold and it would have frozen the heart of anyone who had seen it.

“Then what is it that you ask of me?” asked the man as he blew out clouds of smoke and Leila looked at him while sauntering close to him.

“Babe, I am not the one you can really deal with like that. I don’t hanker for money but you do understand that it is really necessary for me to have something which I can call my own or I can easily leak out details about you which are going to make you kiss your political career goodbye in one single instance,” said Leila as she sat on the table before him and then crossed her legs to show her went pink cunt which was still dripping with his c*m.

“That was pretty vague Leila. Come on you have to be clearer than that,” said the man as he smiled and then inserted his fingers in her dripping cunt making her moan. This woman was a vixen and was the perfect one to take care of his needs unlike his frigid proper English wife who still insisted on date nights.

“I want that house you have in the country darling. The one that you were planning on gifting your son when he married. I want that house,” said Leila as she edged forward to make his fingers go in deeper in her cunt.

“Why that one?” asked the man who was now pushing in another finger in her already gaping p***y.

“For sentimental reasons darling. I know that you love that house and I love that house as well. It was the same place where you took me for our first weekend trip and f****d me into oblivion. I want that place to be mine because I love that house for all the memories that we both created all these years,” said Leila as he started scissoring his fingers making her cry out loud and then she gasped and came hard causing his hand to grow wet from the juices running down.

“MMMMmmmmm…that was some good f*****g right there,” moaned Leila as the man said,” That house is yours babe. But you need to get something done for me first.”

“Well what would be so much important that you would ask me to do it?” asked Leila as he smiled at her and then kissed her deeply.