Investors Taeover of Rose

If you haven't read the previous chapter I suggest doing so since it adds context to the characters and events. If you do not like cheating or cuckold themes, you probably shouldn't read any further.

Hope you enjoy!

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Rose

I lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, my mind racing with guilt and confusion. The events of the past few days played over and over in my head like a bad movie. The hot tub with Paul, the club and locker room with Carlos... I had crossed lines I never thought I would, and now I was paying the price. My stomach churned with nausea, and my heart felt heavy with shame. How could I have been so reckless? So stupid? I love Will, truly I do, and yet here I was, sneaking around behind his back, letting other men touch me, kiss me, fuck me. I am a terrible person, a terrible girlfriend. I deserve to feel guilty.

Earlier this morning when I was getting ready I looked in the mirror and didn't recognize who the person staring back was. I grew up in a Christian household and went to church every Sunday. I've always been told I have a good head on my shoulders. I'm someone who has worked hard to pass all my classes with straight A's. Every day I try to be kind and treat everyone with respect no matter where I go. I've never cheated on any partner before...

That person feels like a distant memory right now.

I'm used to getting hit on; it's nothing new to me. I'll have guys flirt with me while I'm hanging out at a bar with my girlfriends, or when I'm in the grocery store; hell, even when I'm sitting and waiting for my car to finish an oil inspection! I'll admit, I do enjoy the attention. It makes me feel good. But I've always been a pro at brushing those attempts off. Why are these investors any different?

Even though I know deep down that I've been blessed with an attractive body, I still get insecure. Just like most people, I'm constantly judging myself every day, pointing out features that, no matter how minuscule they may seem, bother me to my core. I hear Will tell me how beautiful I am all the time, but sometimes it sounds more like a parrot repeating the same thing with the same tone. So, it's nice to receive compliments from strangers or my guy friends occasionally.

Last night I tried to act normal around Will. I hated lying to him; he doesn't deserve that. But I can't tell him what happened, at least not

here.

It would have to wait until we got back from this trip.

Earlier this morning Carlos invited me to breakfast with the guys yet again. I declined. Instead, I walked around the resort to try to clear my mind. If I keep hanging out with them it will only make things worse. I know that I need to cut it off with them completely.

A few minutes ago, I sent Will a text and told him that I miss him. I haven't gotten a response yet; he must be busy in his seminar.

This trip was supposed to be a fun little getaway for me but instead I'm wasting it laying inside the hotel room. I knew that Will would be busy with his job but... I thought we'd spend more time together. So far I've spent more time with the investors than my own boyfriend. Exploring Maimi with someone would be better than doing it alone.

For some reason my mind starts to think about what Paul had mentioned last night inside of the hot tub:

"I like to turn the boyfriends and husbands into cuckolds"

. I can't get over the way he said it so casually, as if he were telling me how he likes his coffee.

I pick up my phone and search the term. The first result is a Wikipedia page, and I click on it. I scan the article, my eyes widening as I learn the definition. A

Cuckold: The act of someone watching or being aware of their partner having sexual relations with another person

.

They call the other person a 'bull'. Website after website I click through, intrigued by what I'm reading. My stomach churns as I think about Paul's words, about him wanting to turn Will into a cuckold.

Would he be down for something like that? Surely not....

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like, having Will watch me with one of the investors. I had always dated men around my age, but now I was starting to see the appeal of older men. There was something about their confidence, their knowledge, that was incredibly attractive. And these men had almost an infinite amount of money, they could go anywhere and buy anything. And I'll admit, that does add to the appeal a bit...

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. This is crazy. I can't just start fantasizing about cheating on Will, no matter how tempting the idea was.

Suddenly there's a knock at my door. I put my phone down, then walk over to the door and open it.

Standing there is Paul, looking as charming as ever with a small smile playing on his lips.

"What are you doing here!?" I ask, surprised.

"Well Rose, Carlos told me your room number. I hope you don't mind me dropping by unannounced."

I raise an eyebrow. "Why did you want my room number?"

"To see your pretty face," he says casually. "I missed you at breakfast this morning. I know you probably needed some time to collect your thoughts on... recent events. So, I thought I'd swing by and see how you're doing."

I step aside to let him in, my mind racing. "I'm fine. Just needed some time to myself."

He walks in and looks around the room. "William's at his little seminar I presume?" He asks.

I sense an arrogance the way he said 'little'. Almost like he was belittling him. I close the door behind him. "Yeah, but he'll be back later."

Paul walks over to the bed. He turns to face me, his eyes roaming over my body, lingering on my chest for a moment before meeting my gaze.

"I see you're wearing one of the outfits we bought you. You look stunning darling."

"You shouldn't call me that..." I protest, walking over to him. He was right though; I was wearing one of the outfits they bought me at the mall a couple days ago. It's just a black top along with black joggers, accompanied by a two-thousand-six-hundred-dollar necklace wrapped around my neck. I still can't believe I own a chain this expensive. Before this trip I was rocking fourteen-dollar fake chains from JCPenney.

"Why? It's a modest word. Classy. Perfect for a fine, eloquent women like you." Paul says.

"I know but I'm with Will and it's not really appropriate..."

"I don't think he'll really mind." Paul says, sitting down on the bed. He pats the area next to him. "Come over here and sit, let's talk a bit."

I obey, sitting down next to him. "We really shouldn't be talking. Not after what happened yesterday..."

"You mean after we fucked?"

I'm shocked by his bluntness. I can't believe he's being so forward about something like this.

"Yes. I don't know what's gotten into me this trip, but it was all a mistake... I'm not normally like this. What we did shouldn't have happened. I'm not that type of girl-"

"What type of girl are you referring to?" Paul asks.

"A fucking slut!" I shout, crossing my arms. "A cheating whore who goes behind their boyfriends back and hooks up with men twice her age!" My voice is shaky, hopefully Paul doesn't notice.

He looks at me with a sudden intensity that makes me feel like he can see right through me.

"You're not a slut. The guys and I don't fuck sluts," he says firmly, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're an amazing woman, strong-willed and independent. You deserve the best of both worlds - a loving boyfriend who cherishes you and a fulfilling sex life that brings you joy and satisfaction."

"How can you say that? You don't even know me," I stammer.

"I know enough, and I'm pretty good at reading people." Paul replies with a smirk. "You're not some young naive girl looking for fun. You're a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it. You have drive, discipline; it's why you got a 'big girl job' barely a month after you graduated. You're a great person, with strong morals." He puts a hand on my thigh.

"You deserve to be pleased, Rose. And I think this trip is making you realize that William isn't cutting it. You need more, and always secretly have. That's where I come in. I'm here to explore your sexuality. Take you places you never thought possible."

"It still doesn't make what we did right. How could you even say I have morals when I betrayed Will?" I say, pushing his hand off my thigh.

"I know it's going to sound crazy, but someday you'll tell William about the events of this week. And he'll love you for it. Like I said yesterday, I have years of experience doing these types of things. I'll turn William into a great loving cuckold. Not only will he know about your infidelities, but he'll also find it hot and encourage them."

There's that word again.

Cuckold

.

"You know, I was actually just researching that term before you knocked on my door. Because you mentioned it last night... And I don't think you could turn Will into one. He's not like that." I say, defending my boyfriend.

Paul puts his hand on my lower back. "Trust me, he'll make a great cuck. He shares the same attributes as the other men I've made submit to the lifestyle. I observed him those two nights at the club; he watched you dance with Carlos. He was so infatuated. He silently freaked out and frantically searched for you every time he lost you on the dance floor, and I could see his mind wandering to all different types of scenarios. I could tell he was imagining you and Carlos fucking somewhere. Don't get me wrong, I think he's a nice guy. But in my opinion, he's

too

nice. He's a lover not a fighter. He'll submit to the lifestyle, easy. All he needs is a little push."

"So, the... cuckold. They just sit there and watch their partner hook up with another man?" I ask, my pussy throbs as I ask that question.

What the fucks wrong with me?

"Sometimes they watch. But sometimes the cuck isn't even in the room. Maybe they're stuck at work or something. But they know their partner is getting fucked. And that drives them wild. They jerk off while watching or thinking about their partner fucking another man."

I feel his hand go under my shirt and slowly slide up my back.

"Rose, I'm forty-five years old, that's over twice your age. I can teach you so much. I have more experience than you can imagine. Tell me, does the thought of having an older bull excite you?" Paul asks, his voice is smooth.

In the room you can hear the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore, mingling with the distant hum of the various resort's activities. The air is thick with tension and anticipation.

I feel a flush rising to my cheeks as I imagine it - an older man taking me under his wing, teaching me things about sex that would make me blush just thinking about them. He would be acting as my mentor, my master. The thought sends an unexpected shiver down my spine.

"It's...it's not exactly something I've thought about before," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. But I know Paul hears me, as his eyes gleam with a mixture of amusement and understanding.

"But now you're thinking about it," he states matter-of-factly.

I nod my head slowly, unable to deny it. "Yeah," I concede, looking away from his intense gaze.

His hand feels cool on my back. One thing is for certain, he really knows how to get my body to react.

How is he doing this?

"But if your plan doesn't work, and Will doesn't want to be a cuckold, then he'll break up with me. You'll ruin our relationship." I say, looking down at my hands. "I can't risk losing Will."

I can't give in to the temptation. Not again...

Paul's hand on my back pauses for a moment before continuing its slow ascent. "There's always a risk of that happening," he says softly. "But you have to take that chance. Worst case scenario, you'll still have us." He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "And think about it, Rose - isn't it worth the risk to explore your deepest desires, to experience pleasure like you've never known before? Women are at their sexual peak at your age." His hand reaches the nape of my neck, his fingers gently massaging the tense muscles there. "You deserve to be worshipped, to be cherished by a man who knows what he's doing." Paul's voice is a deep rumble against my skin as he starts kissing my neck and works his way up to my cheek.

I have to stop this. But why is my body refusing to comply with my mind? The sexual arousal I feel is different from anything I've felt before. It's something more...

primal

.

I feel his breath against my ear as he whispers, "I promise you, Rose, this is just the beginning."

His lips find mine again, and this time they're more insistent, more passionate than before. He deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with a confidence that leaves me breathless. His other hand moves to hold onto my head.

I find myself responding to his touch, my body pressing against his as he pulls me closer. His fingers tangle in my hair, holding me in place as he continues to kiss me with an intensity that leaves me dizzy.

It's like my body is begging for him. I'm under his spell. He's the puppeteer while I'm nothing but a mere puppet, moving at his command.

The sensation of his tongue dancing with mine is intoxicating, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as our bodies press closer together. For a moment, I forget about everything else - the guilt, the uncertainty, the fear of losing Will - and just let myself get lost in the moment. I never want this feeling to end...

Then suddenly Paul pulls back from our kiss, leaving me breathless and wanting more. His eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine.

"How about today," he starts, his voice low and husky, "you let me show you what I could do for you."

My heart races at his words, and I feel a warmth spreading through my body that has nothing to do with the sun outside.

"Ok," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

I can't do it.... I can't fight this feeling. I need him right now!

Paul stands up and faces me. He extends his arm to touch my chest then slowly pushes me back gradually; I take a deep breath as I fall back onto the bed. He climbs on top of me, his knees on either side of my hips. We start making out again.

His tongue explores my mouth with a passion that's almost animalistic. His hands sneak underneath my shirt and start roaming my body. They slide up my waist as he pulls me closer towards him. He slowly begins to lift my shirt while we continue to kiss passionately. I put my hands above my head as he pulls it off and throws it onto the floor.

I'm not wearing a bra, so my bare tits are exposed. I see him stare down at them, his eyes filled with a primal hunger. This is the first time anyone but my boyfriend has seen my boobs. Carlos fucked me in the club with my clothes still on, and I still had my swim top on last night with Paul.

Paul leans down again and resumes kissing me. His hands move from gently roaming my tits to rough manhandling, squeezing both firmly. It makes me moan into his mouth. His fingers are not gentle; they pinch and twist my nipples, making me gasp in surprise and pleasure. Paul seems to take this as an encouragement, because he increases his intensity, pulling at my nipples until they're hard and aching.

My breath hitches as he breaks our kiss to suckle on one of them, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. I can't help but cry put in pleasure. All of this feels so wrong, yet so right at the same time. The taboo nature of all this is making me hornier.

I can't believe I'm letting this happen, but I can't stop it either. Paul's hands are on my hips now, and he's slowly peeling down my joggers and panties in one swift motion. I lift my hips to help him, my breath intensifies as my pussy is exposed to the cool air of the room.

Paul's fingers trace my inner thighs, sending shivers down my spine and making me squirm with anticipation.

He smirks at my reaction, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly unbuckles his belt, the sound of leather against fabric filling the room. He unzips his pants, and with a quick tug, he pulls them down along with his boxers, revealing his hard cock.

I didn't get a good look at it last night since it was submerged in the hot tub, but seeing his full cock now leaves me stunned. It's massive - at least ten inches long and extremely thick. The sight of it makes my pussy throb with anticipation and fear.

Paul grins, knowing exactly what thoughts are running through my head. "You deserve this Rose." he says.

He positions himself between my legs, his cock pressing against my entrance. "You're so wet," he murmurs, sliding the head of his cock inside just enough to make me gasp.

"Oh fuck," I moan, feeling every inch of him stretch me open.

Paul looks down at me with a smirk. "You ready for more?" he asks.

I nod, eagerly, and he slowly pushes himself deeper into me, inch by inch.

My back arches as he fills me completely, my eyes widening at the sheer size of him. Paul grunts in satisfaction as he begins to move inside me, his hips rocking steady at first before building into a steady rhythm.

"This is what you deserve," he groans, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he thrusts deeper into me. "You deserve this, don't you?"

I moan, loudly, my fingers digging into his back as he moves faster inside me. The sensation is overwhelming; it's been so long since I've had sex like this, intense and passionate and completely consuming.

"Fuck," I gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me, making my body shudder with pleasure. "Yesssss. This is what I deserve! Fuck me daddy!"

I'm not sure where the word 'daddy' came from, I don't normally say that. But the way it slips off my tongue feels so right. I can feel my orgasm building with each deep thrust of his cock inside me.

Paul leans down to kiss me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as his cock continues to pound deeper into me.

"Tell daddy how much you love his cock. You're a needy fucking girl for wanting this much cock." He says in my ear as his thrusts become harder and more relentless.

"I... I love it! I love your huge fucking cock daddy!" I pant back.

Paul's hands move from gripping my hips to cupping my tits again, pinching and pulling at my nipples as he continues to fuck me hard. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel my orgasm building with each deep thrust of his cock inside me.

"I'm gonna cum!" I scream, my body tensing as the waves of pleasure crash over me.

My pussy clenches around Paul's cock as he continues to thrust into me, drawing out my orgasm until my body is left trembling beneath him.

Paul's grip on my hips tightens as he groans loudly, "Fuck, you're a sexy little thing," before finally letting go himself, filling me with his hot semen.

As our bodies come down from the high, Paul rolls off me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He pulls me into his arms and we lie there in silence for a few moments. The room is filled with the sound of our ragged breathing and the distant hum of the beach outside.

I feel completely satisfied. A feeling that has been missing from my life for what feels like an eternity. I can't help but feel grateful for this experience.

Paul strokes my hair gently as he holds me close. "You see now? There's more to life than just what you know." He says softly.

I nod against his chest, letting his words sink in.

"Is that what you want? More?" He asks, his breathe feels so good against my skin.

I think about it for a moment before answering. "I think so," I say quietly.

Paul smiles and kisses the top of my head.