CHAPTER 137: ASSURANCE

As I lay motionless beside Ivar, whose right hand is fondling one of my exposed breasts, I am panting and heavily catching my breath. What just happened to us was something that I never expected even in my wildest dreams. The intensity he let me experience, those two rounds of exquisite and highly intoxicating sex, was extremely euphoric. I was literally out of words to say. He made me speechless right up to this very minute.

He has sexual stunts and movements that I never experienced before, not even with Michael, who I idolize when it comes to sexual exhibitions. Ivar was so flexible and so energetic, a great pleasure conductor in bed. My mind still lingers on how he made me cry in pleasure and how I cursed countless times every time he penetrated me. There was something about his acts that totally blew me away. I never imagined him to be that exhibitionist, which as much as I hate to admit, he tops Michael’s in all aspects when it comes to pleasuring a woman. He was certainly a man of his word when he told me earlier that he would bring me to ethereal bliss and great heights of ecstasy. 

“So, how was it? Have I passed your meticulous standards? Does my performance exceed your lover’s or did I fall short of your expectation?” My body slowly moved sideways, facing him so I could see his expression of what I was about to say. 

“What do you think?” I gingerly whispered, looking at him straight in the eyes and unblinking, which made him grin handsomely. And gently brush away the strands that fell at my face. 

‘Fuck you, Ivar! Damn you and your sizzlingly enticing body! Why do you have to be so devilishly handsome and at the same time spectacularly dominating in bed? As much as I wish that this would just be a one-time euphoric experience with you, I knew deep down inside my inner walls that I will crave for you every time this moment enters my head. Fuck this life! Why does my life have to be this complicated? Now I could no longer resist this delectable temptation beside me, because I will always be longing for his touch.’

“I think you loved every minute of it, Sweetheart. I always imagined you to be wild in bed and very noisy, and fuck I was right. You’re so hot, Pamela. Just merely reliving how you’ve cried in pleasure every time I pounded you, my libido rises immediately.” He confessed, as his naughty hand started to trail down to my abdomen and finally cupped my still sore center. A moan swiftly escaped from my closed lips that made him smile even more. “You love being fondled like this, do you?” His fingers moved in succession like they were strumming guitar strings. My eyes promptly closed as I savor the heavenly feeling that gradually rebuilds the fire that died a while ago. 

“Ohh!” I groaned hoarsely the minute he inserted his long fingers inside of me. 

“Fuck, Pamela, I want you again and again.”

“Take me again, Ivar,” I absent-mindedly murmured while embracing the sweet and delicious sensation his fingers are administering. But after a short while, he stopped and made my eyes pop open. I stared at him with a quizzical gaze. “What? Why did you stop?” I asked in puzzlement, irritation for being deprived of sexual pleasure was written all over my face. 

“I need an assurance first, Sweetheart.” 

“What assurance?” 

“I want you to be mine, Pamela, be my mistress. I want you to be my bed warmer and my partner in crime as well. And I promise you, I will give you everything you wish for, not just sex and pleasure, but the world I am living in.”

I was startled at what he said. Although he did mention a part of what he said now when we were in the hallway earlier, I never thought he would be sincere and determined with it. It also somewhat confuses me, because I know that he already has a lovely wife, which came from his very own mouth. So why the fuck did he asked me to be his bed warmer when he seems to be contented with his wife?

“Why ask me to be your mistress when you said it yourself that you already have a lovely wife? Aren’t you content with her?” 

“Let’s just say I prefer to have a more delectable cuisine than the normal one. Besides, I seldom go home, so I need another mate to warm my nights.” My eyebrow swiftly raised. 

“So you just needed me to warm your nights. Thanks, but no thanks.” I was about to move away and climb down his bed when he abruptly pulled me back and promptly moved on top of me.

“Tell me what you want, Pamela. I’d be more than willing to give it to you, just take my offer.” 

I studied his words while unblinkingly tuning my eyes on him. Then after a few more minutes, I spilled out what I wish for in my life. “I don’t desire to have a part-time lover, Ivar, and vice versa. If you want me, then it has to be me alone.” His forehead immediately creased and he eyed me bewilderedly. 

“You’re asking too much, Pamela. Don’t seek to have the universe, when all I can give is just the world.” 

“Take it or leave it, Ivar. That’s what I want. I wish for a lifetime relationship and not just temporary ones. It’s not just sex that I wish for, but commitment. If only Michael agreed with what I desired for, I am not here with you and nothing would have occurred to us. Now if you can’t give me what I asked for, then there’s nothing to talk about.” I waited for him to respond, but he didn’t. I guess he didn’t like my conditions with him. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get dressed. Michael might wake up and look for me.” 

“Wait!” He hastily pinned me down with his weight and crushed his lips to mine. He kissed me savagely, as if he was punishing me for committing something that defied him. He even bit my lower lip and pulled it harshly, causing me to moan with a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Fuck!” He nestled his head at the center of my breast and groaned loudly. I laid silently, waiting for his decision. There may not be any love involved if the two of us would be in a relationship, but I can live with that. “You’re one tough nut to crack, Pamela. I didn’t expect you to be like this. A woman who definitely knows what she wants.” 

“And gets what she wants.” I added to his statement.

“Alright then,” He swiftly moved away from me and comfortably laid naked beside me, which left me hanging and wondering. 

“Alright what? Do you agree with my condition or not, Ivar?” 

He stared back at me before finally concluding. “Yes, you win. Now sit on top of me and ride me,” I smiled back victoriously before complying.