A MAZE OF GREED

WARNING: Mature content ahead!

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"And how would he know if no one tells him?"

The man was puzzled at Florence's question then slowly the meaning of her words dripped down in her mind in realisation.

Now that she had given him the underhand invitation, how a man could resist the burning temptations that he had to hid for months?

A coy smile emerged on the chauffeur's lips, his face beamed with the excitement at the thought of having the most praised woman under him. She was not only praised and wanted by many men but she was also admired by his own master. That was what he thought.

His hands that held Florence with her shoulders slipped down to her slim waist and his face ceased the little distance between them. He hungrily captured her plump lips into his mouth. Florence didn't waste a time and reacted to his warm touch encircling her hands around his neck.

He bit her lips hungrily drinking the sweetness of her mouth to lessen the burning passion of his. A moan escaped both of their mouths as they couldn't let go of each other. Their kiss deepened as their tongues fought over dominance.

Florence was always the aggressive one when it came to satisfying her sexual desires, unlike the timid and sweet women that were in the same business as hers. And that was what pulled the men towards her like a magnet.

His hands roamed all over her body from her waist to her back then to her hair. The more he touched her warm body the more fire of desire in him increased.

The man hoisted her up in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Without breaking their kiss he carried her to the bed and plopped her down on it.

Her body bounced on the soft mattress. She sat up and started undoing his clothes that acted as a barrier between them. Her hands worked skillfully with her years of experience.

She was in dire need of distraction of her mind from the thought of the man who had hurt her again. Anything else, she didn't care!

When the man stood in front of her naked, a satisfied grin came to her face. He was not as good as the man of her dreams but he was not that bad either.

Her brown hazel eyes took in his form from head to toe and though she was satisfied with her choice, it didn't feel the same as with the man she was waiting for. She pulled him on top of her and he complied like an obedient child.

Their mouths again slammed onto each other like a tsunami hits the shore. Their lips moved in sync and their wet tongues got busied in a dual.

After another long and hot kiss, Florence turned to shift above him, switching their positions so that now the man lay under her and she straddled his torso.

He looked up at her square face through his lust-filled eyes. But Florence... her eyes were filled with some unpredictable emotions.

She moved her silk gown slowly from her shoulders and the man's hungry eyes travelled the revealing skin underneath it. She was pleased with the way he was gawking at her body for she knew what shameless thoughts were running in his mind.

"Tell me, how do I look?" She asked in a composed voice that came in between her shallow breaths.

The man gulped down his saliva to wet his dried throat. "You look astonishing!" He breathed out.

She untied the knot of the gown and the silk material fell on the bed. Hovering above him in all her feminine glory, Florence looked nothing less than a playful nymph to the man's eyes.

He clenched his eyes shut when she shifted on top of him purposefully, grinding her body on his sensitive part. A hiss left his mouth.

"Open your eyes and look at me, tell me how do I look now?" Florence coaxed.

"You are a painful tease, do you know that?" He managed to slip the words out of his mouth in an audible whisper.

She put her hand on his chest and pressed them a little. "I asked you a question. Answer me!" Her voice came demanding.

"You look tempting. Like an old brewed beer!"

A corner of her lips stretched hearing his words. Men will be men, she thought.

She took his twitching hands in hers and brought them to touch her full bosom. His cold fingers sent a shiver on her warm skin and she purred in pleasure.

"Tell me how do you feel?"

The man groped both the lobes in his large hands that couldn't fit in his palms because of their large size. He squeezed them to make her throw her head back with closed eyes. "aaahhh..."

"I was waiting for this since the day I first saw you with Master. I always imagined you like this." He told truthfully.

His hands couldn't control them anymore and they started roaming all over her bare body. The light pinches on her skin turned it red. Her moans and whispers made him think that he was in charge but he was delusional. It was Florence that was playing with him like a puppet.

She leaned down and started running her warm tongue over his neck. The man's hold shifted to grip her hair tightly. His other hand rested on her waist pulling her closer to him.

"Do you want to satisfy my thirst?" She asked seductively, completely aware of her effect on the man.

"Yes!" The word came as a bare whisper.

With another grin, she replied, "Then do it!"

And that was all the man needed. He again brought her underneath him and pulled the simple piece of cotton aside to reveal her womanhood. And without wasting more time he thrust into her wet opening making her arch her back.

A gasp left her mouth at the filling of replete that she was craving for the last three days. Another thrust from the man brimmed her eyes with tears.

"tell me how you like it." She commanded with a passive face.

"This feels so good, Florence! You feel too go...good!" The man's voice came during his panting breaths.

"Faster... go faster!" She screamed tears rolled down her eyes when she couldn't find that contentedness that she was seeking.

The man increased his pace, every thrust was deep and rough that jerked her body.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on, Florence. You feel so tight and hot. You are..."

The man's words fell on her ears, burgeoning her pride. But the ache in her heart... that didn't cease to exist. The tears that rolled down her eyes felt like a molten iron poured on her soul.

She needed more... she needed something cold and soothing to cover up her wounds.

The man had never dreamed of the chance that he was living. He wanted to enjoy every second of it. He wanted to make her scream the way his master did. He peppered her with wet kisses, not leaving any part of her body abandoned.

It might be his last chance to have her in his arms and thinking about his master's wrath was not how he wanted to live this moment. And Florence had promised that his master would not get a whiff of it then why worry?!

The man was chanting time and again how beautiful she was. He didn't stop praising her body and her beauty. That was what she needed at that time.

'How dare you discarded me like that? How dare you insult me in this way? I was waiting for you... only you and you didn't show up. Is this how you see me... a toy that you play with when you pleased and throw when you get bored?'

The pace at which the man was filling her insides created pressure in his body and he expected the same for her. But she was too lost in her agony to feel anything.

"Don't stop! Faster!" Her loud voice ringed dominating his hisses and grumbles.

'If you think me as a toy then you are sadly mistaken! I am Florence! I can have any man at my feet with one look. Just like this one. He is good... good than most of them but not enough as you! But he is right. I am beautiful! I have a body that all women wish for. That is my asset and I will make you see it.

I will make you beg for me. You will crave for me the way I did for you. You will be mine! And the title and the fortune that will come with you also will be mine!

That's my promise, Edwin O'Dell! Mark my words!'

With a loud grunt, the man came done but before that Florence had already pulled him out of her not awarding him the privilege of painting her insides in his juices.. That she had reserved only for one man since she got to know who he was to the world and what he was to her.