EroticReverie

Theodore and Maribel

Maribel Sanchez

"You coming over tonight?" Theodore asks me as I pull on my winter coat, and get ready to leave for the day. 

"Do you WANT me to come over tonight?" I ask with a little smile as he walks over and gently pulls my hair out of the back of my coat for me. 

"Of course." he says quietly and then his hands are cupping my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks. 

"For sex." I say. 

"Mm." he nods and leans down and kisses the corner of my mouth, then over my lips softly. 

"And am I staying the night, or am I going to have to do the walk of shame out of your building and let your driver take me home in the middle of the night?" I ask, as I pull back and look at him, his brows pinching as he scowls slightly. 

I've been sleeping with Theodore for a year now. Not dating. Just sleeping with him. Which was great at first. For forty nine years old, the man could keep up, that was for sure. Our sex was great, our attraction had been instant. I'd been a little put off when I realized he'd only hired me because he wanted to sleep with me. But...one round of sex with him, and my greivances were easily forgotten. 

"Theo.." I say softly, because I hated to bring it up again. I brought it up at least once a week now. That I was growing tired of just being sex to him. If that's all he wanted then that was fine. He'd laid it all out for me in the beginning. That he didn't want a wife, didn't want a girlfriend. He wanted no strings. I'd understood, and accepted it, because I hadn't expected to fall for him. It only took a few months for me to realize I was falling in love with him. But I'd kept it to myself, not wanting to make the lines blurry between us, or have him freak out and fire me. Because, the job of being a "Secretary" here, paid too fucking well and had some fantastic fucking perks. 

"Don't....let's not have this discussion today....just say you'll come over tonight." He says and kisses me again, but I back away a step, placing my hands to chest. 

"I can't." I say, and turn my head. 

"why not?" he asks. 

"You just said you didn't want to have that discussion." I say and he sighs and then grabs my waist and pulls me towards him. 

"Come home with me." he says. 

I open my mouth to argue but then he says. "Stay the night." 

My eyes widen, eyebrows lifting..

"what?" I ask, stunned. 

The corner of his mouth lifts. 

"If you're okay with sleeping in a guest room." he says and my heart deflates a little bit, but I guess it was better than nothing, a little step in the right direction.

"A guest room?" I ask. 

He sighs. "I can't give you what you want Maribel. But..I also don't want to lose you." 

"So you string me along instead, throwing me crumbs...throwing me guest beds?" I ask, my voice as soft as can be, cause I'm not even angry, just...sad. 

"I told you from the beginning Maribel." he says. 

I look away. "I know that.....I know that Theo....but.....maybe....I dont know....maybe it's over then?" I ask as I look up at him. I shrug. "we had a good run." 

"Dont say that. We're not over." he says, shaking his head and taking my face in his hands. 

"There's no we Theo....right? ....it's just sex.....if it's just sex...then what's it matter, right?" I ask, trying to make him admit his feelings. He has them, whether he wants to have them or not. 

"Maribel.." he starts.

"Is it so awful? Is it that awful to care for me, to want more with me?" I ask and he sighs, dropping his hands. 

"I'll see you tomorrow Maribel." he says, turning. Clearly done with the conversation. My nose burns, and so do my eyes as tears I told myself I'd never cry start to form. 

I grab my things, and I go, and Theodore Kingsley doesnt follow, doesnt call me at all that night. He doesnt call until the next morning when I don't show up to work. 

My phone rings for probably the twentieth time before I pick up , laying in bed. 

"Hello?" I answer , knowing it's him.

"Where the fuck are you?" Theodore growls. "Do you know how worried you had me!? Are you okay? Where the fuck are you?"

"worried?" I ask, and huff a sarcastic laugh. 

"Why? Not sure where your next fuck will come from?" I ask, with a small bite in my tone. I'd went to bed sad, but I woke up angry, and Theo was about to get every bit of that anger unleashed on him. 

"Get your ass to work." he huffs into the phone. 

"I don't work for you anymore. If you check your email...you'll see I quit." I say of the resignation letter I emailed to him last night after three glasses of wine. I didnt regret it though. I had to move on. We didnt want the same things. Or we did, but Theodore Kingsley was too fucking stubborn to admit it, and I was sick of waiting around for him to figure it out. 

"Get to the office. Now. " he says with anger laced into his tone. 

"You're not the boss of me anymore Mr. Kingsley. " I say. "Have a fantastic day." 

"Maribel!" He yells. "Dont you dare hang up the phone!" 

"A fantastic day Mr Kingsley. Bye." I say and hang up the phone and turn it off and roll the fuck over and go back to sleep to avoid the miserable head ache, and the miserable feeling of loss I have of knowing I have to let him go and that we'll never happen. 

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"what the hell" I mutter as the pounding in my head grows loud enough to wake me up. 

I look at the clock, rubbing my eyes , and see it's after noon. I scrunch my nose and squint my eyes against the sun coming in the apartment window, and yawn, and then jump when I realize the loud pounding isnt in my head, but it's at my apartment door, and accompanied by the voice of an angry Theodore. 

I curse to myself. Huffing, throwing my feet off the bed, sliding on my slippers. The bottom of the purple fluffy slippers slapping against the hardwood floors as I storm through my apartment in my light purple cotton panties, and a loose old worn out white t shirt that hangs off my shoulder and only covers half of my ass. I can feel the wrecked mess of my hair , because I was too sad and tipsy to care to wrap my hair before bed. 

I throw open the locks, his voice and knocking stopping as he hears me unlocking the door. 

I throw the door open, and glare up at him. 

"what the hell do you think you're doing!? You're going to get me kicked out!" I yell at him and he pushes past me and into my apartment. 

"You werent answering your phone." He says , turning, pacing back and forth, running his hands throughhis hair. 

"I turned it off, and I was sleeping." I hiss. 

He stops pacing and looks at me. 

"I dont accept your resignation email. Plus, it has to be on paper." he says, jaw ticking.

"Then fucking print it out Theo." I say and storm past him, shoving into him angrily, even though there's plenty of room to get by and go into my kitchen. 

"No. You're not quitting." He says following me and I laugh and shake my head, and throw a k cup into my coffee pot and throw a mug under the spout and press start. 

"That's the thing about quitting Theodore. You don't get to tell me if I can or not. I quit. and that's final." I say and turn, and cross my arms. 

"What do you want? More money?" he asks walking over to me and my eyes flare, and jaw clenches. 

"Fuck you Theo. Get out of my apartment." I say, and turn, before he sees my eyes start to water. 

"That's not....I didnt mean it like that....tell me what you want..."

"YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT I WANT!" I yell and spin and push him away as hard I can, tears falling now. Ones of hurt, ones of rage, ones of sadness, all of them falling together.

"Just leave me the fuck alone! I cant fucking stand you!" I yell , my voice cracking, his hand grabbing my arm pulling me back and I slap his arm. 

"Let go of me!" I scream and he does, and then lifts his hands to my face, to hold my face gently, and I slap his hands away. 

"Dont you fucking touch me!" I yell and he grabs my face anyways and then is kissing me, pushing me up against the counter , as I whimper, my lips locking to his, my arms throwing themselves around his neck and his hands, grabbing my ass, lifting me and setting me on the counter. 

Because that's all it fucking takes. Anytime we argue, his kiss is all it takes to make me fucking weak. 

My hands are pushing at his suit jacket, his hands grabbing my shirt, I push his jacket down his arms, his hands move, then come back and pull my shirt up, my arms lifting, my fingers pulling his shirt out of his pants, I work his buttons, and he works his pants and our mouths pant and moan against one anothers as we undress him, he moves his feet, kicking off his shoes , his pants and briefs dropping, his arms shaking off his shirts, and he steps out of his pants then grabs my ass, pulling me right to the edge. 

"fuck" I whine, hating myself for always giving into him. We've fought before, plenty. But ive never not shown up to work, never quit. I was done, I truly was. But apparently I wasnt. 

His hands grab my panties, tugging them down as I quirm moving my ass so he can pull them off and down my legs, then my legs spread as my panties fall and Theo kisses me as his one hand holds my face, the other holding his cock, guiding himself into me. 

I bite my lip and look in his eyes, whimpering as he fills me. 

"You dont get to leave me." he breathes as he sinks in fully, stretching me, and I moan. My mouth parting and he bites my lower lip. 

"I cant" I admit with a whine, and he kisses my mouth. "I cant leave you" I say, tears in my eyes and he thrusts in and out , slowly filling me, both hands on my face, his tongue on my mouth, inside of it. Kissing me as I pant, and my head goes back as he thrusts hard.

"theo" I pant he kisses along my jaw, tilting my head so he can kiss down one side of my neck, and I hiss as he bites my skin. one of his hands slipping into the back of my hair, fisting it and I groan. 

"Theo" I moan his name as his cock slides deeper, harder, his thrusts growing more and more powerful as I grip one hand behind his back, the other bracing me on the counter as I pull myself onto him, bucking my hips. 

"oh fuck.....fuck...yes..yes" I whimper, looking at him, his eyes on mine again, as watches my face, watches my response to his perfect dick fucking me into forgiveness once again. I couldnt ever say no to him, no matter how bad I wanted to. I couldnt stay mad at him. 

But this was more than sex. Him and me....we were so much more than just two bodies using each other for pleasure. I see it in the way he looks at me, the way he scowls when anyone else looks at me for too long, the way he checks on me whenever Im not at work, or at his place at night. The way he hasnt let me take the subway once since I started working there, demanding a driver picks me up and drops me off each day. The way he's the reason I have six different locks on my apartment door and panic buttons installed all over the apartment. Because Theodore won't admit that he cares, but he does, and he has since the first day he saw me. Because it's been a long fucking time since I've been more than just his "Secretary" that he fucks. 

"harder Theo" I moan and he groans, kissing me hard and drilling me even harder. 

"yess Daddy" I moan and he groans loudly. "Just like that Daddy" I say, digging my nails into his back at both sides now, hanging onto him as my pussy gets slammed again and against and Theo grabs me around the waist with one arm, my legs wrapping tight, he turns, taking me from the counter and to my bedroom. 

Theo drops me on the bed, and I turn over, on all fours as I look over my shoulders, my hips moving, my ass swaying as I silently beg for more of him. 

"Fuck me Daddy Kingsley" I bite my lip and he groans, grabbing my waist and slamming home.