Miranda's POV
The alarm's blaring faded as Albert rushed out, leaving me clutching the sheet, my body still warm from his thrusts. His words, cut off by that security breach, echoed in my head—I'd confessed love, and he'd hesitated. Now, alone in the bedroom, the photo of him with Vanessa fueled a gnawing doubt. Was I just a fling, like her? I curled up, heart heavy, the mansion's opulence feeling colder than ever.
By morning, Albert was holed up in his office, handling the breach remotely. Bored and restless, I wandered the halls, my silk robe brushing my thighs. Curiosity pulled me to his study, the door ajar. I slipped inside, heart pounding, and rifled through his desk.
A folder caught my eye—old contracts, grainy photos from his porn days, scripts with his name, explicit scenes described in clinical detail. My stomach twisted, he'd lived this life, fucked countless women, and now me. Was I just another notch?
At lunch, he found me in the dining hall, picking at a sandwich, his face tired but relieved, "breach contained, just a hacker probing our servers, you okay?"
I set my plate down, voice sharp, "not really, I saw your study, all those porn contracts, am I just another girl you play with?"
He frowned, stepping closer, "Miranda, that's my past, you're different, why dig through my stuff?"
"Because I'm scared," I snapped, "you didn't say you love me back, and now I find this? How do I trust you?"
His eyes darkened, "you want trust? Then let's work through it." He pulled me to the kitchen, away from prying eyes, "no more doubts, let me show you."
Before I could argue, he lifted me onto the counter, yanking my robe open, my breasts spilling free, nipples hard, "you're mine," he growled, kissing me hard, tongue plunging deep. He knelt, spreading my thighs, his mouth on my pussy, tongue diving into my folds, lapping my clit fast and rough. I moaned, gripping his hair, "Albert, fuck, don't stop."
He sucked harder, tongue circling my entrance, then stood, unzipping his pants, his cock thick and veined, "suck me first, show me you're in this."
I slid off the counter, kneeling, my lips wrapping around his dick, taking him deep, tongue swirling the head. He groaned, "shit, Miranda, so good." I bobbed faster, his cock filling my mouth, precum salty on my tongue. He pulled me up, "ride me now."
He sat on a stool, and I straddled him, guiding his cock to my pussy, sinking down slowly, his thickness stretching me, filling me completely, "oh God, it's so deep," I gasped, rocking my hips.
"Take it," he urged, hands on my ass, guiding my rhythm, "fuck me like you mean it." My tits bounced as I rode him, pussy clenching his shaft, pleasure building until I came, screaming, my juices soaking him. He thrust up, cumming hard, filling my pussy with hot spurts.
We panted, foreheads touching, "still doubt me?" he whispered.
I kissed him softly, "less, but I need more than sex to believe you."
That evening, Albert insisted I join a dinner party with his business associates in the mansion's grand hall. I wore a tight emerald dress, feeling like an imposter among the polished suits and glittering dresses. Albert's hand rested on my back, guiding me, "you'll charm them, just be you."
I forced a smile, sipping wine, as a gray-haired man, one of Albert's partners, leaned in, "you're a natural, Miranda, where'd Albert find such a gem?"
I laughed, deflecting, "just lucky, I guess, tell me about your work."
He droned on about tech investments, and I nodded, playing the part, but their world felt alien. Albert watched, proud, whispering, "you're killing it."
As dessert was served, another associate, a sharp-eyed woman, smiled slyly, "so, Miranda, you're Albert's latest… acquisition, heard he's got a knack for picking up treasures like you."
The table quieted, my face burning. Acquisition? Like I was bought? Though she's right, Albert's jaw tightened, and he pulled me aside, his voice low, "ignore her, she's fishing for drama."
I yanked my arm free, "is that what they think? That I'm some purchase, like your cars or this house?"
His eyes softened, "no, you're more, I'll shut this down."
Before he could, a guard burst in, face grim, "sir, we found something in the breached server logs, a hidden file, it's personal, about you, you need to see this now."
Albert froze, "personal? What kind?"
The guard hesitated, "looks like old footage, sir, from your past."
My heart sank, Vanessa's threats flashing in my mind, as Albert's face paled, pulling him away from me, leaving me humiliated and reeling, the rumor and this new secret tearing open every insecurity.
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Albert's POV
The guard's words hit like a punch—old footage, as Miranda stood frozen beside me, her eyes searched mine, hurt and questioning, and I cursed myself for letting this spiral. I grabbed her hand, pulling her from the dining hall, "we'll fix this, Miranda, I promise."
By morning, I was in my office, phone in hand, rage simmering. I dialed the associate who'd humiliated her, my voice ice-cold, "you're done, Clara, your stunt last night crossed a line, clear your desk."
She stammered, "Albert, it was just a joke, I didn't mean—"
"Save it," I snapped, "you're out, and if you spread more rumors, you'll regret it." I hung up, turning to Reynolds, who'd been handling the breach, "what's in that file?"
"Old adult film clips," he said, "someone's trying to leak them, we're tracing the source, likely tied to your ex, Vanessa."
I nodded, "lock it down, I want her buried if she's behind this." My mind flicked to Miranda, her confession of love, her doubts. I had to make this right.
I found her in the lounge, curled up with a book, her eyes still guarded, "you fired her?" she asked, voice soft.
"Yeah," I said, sitting beside her, "no one disrespects you, not in my house, let's get out of here, clear your head, how about shopping?"
Her brows lifted, "shopping? You think that fixes this?"
I grinned, "no, but it'll be fun, come on, let's play in the city."
We drove downtown, the city buzzing around us. In a boutique, I picked a tight red dress, holding it up, "try this, I want to see you in it."
She rolled her eyes but took it, stepping into the dressing room. When she emerged, the fabric hugged her curves, her breasts straining against it, "happy now?" she teased, spinning.
"Fuck, yes," I said, stepping close, my hand grazing her ass discreetly, "you're killing me, keep it on."
We wandered from store to store, my fingers brushing her thighs, her waist, teasing in public. In a jewelry shop, I leaned in, whispering, "imagine me fucking you in that dress tonight," my lips grazing her ear.
She gasped, cheeks flushing, "Albert, people are watching."
"Let them," I murmured, slipping a necklace around her neck, my fingers lingering on her collarbone, "you're mine, they can envy."
She shivered, "you're impossible."
Back home, I led her to the bedroom, "time for a new lesson," I said, pulling out silk scarves, "bondage, light, it's about trust."
Her eyes widened, "you're tying me up?"
"Only if you want," I said, kissing her softly, "say yes, and I'll make it good."
She nodded, "okay, fine."
I tied her wrists to the headboard, her breasts heaving, nipples hard through her bra. I stripped her slowly, kissing down her body, tongue flicking her nipples, then lower, parting her thighs. Her pussy was wet, glistening, and I dove in, tongue plunging deep, lapping her clit, circling her entrance, "taste so fucking good," I murmured, sucking hard.
She moaned, tugging the scarves, "Albert, it's intense, keep going."
I ate her out, tongue thrusting in and out, fingers joining to stroke her g-spot. She came hard, pussy pulsing, her cries echoing. I untied her, "your turn," I said, lying back, my cock hard, veined, ready.
She straddled me, hesitant, "like this?"
"Yeah," I guided her hands to my dick, "stroke it, then take me in." She pumped my shaft, then lowered, her pussy tight as she sank down, my cock stretching her, filling her completely, "fuck, Miranda, so tight."
She rocked, moaning, "it's so deep, I love it." Her tits bounced as she rode me, confidence growing, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her rhythm. I flipped her to missionary, thrusting hard, her pussy clenching my dick, "come for me," I growled, and she did, screaming, her orgasm pulling mine, cum spilling inside her.
We collapsed, panting, her body curled into mine, "you make me feel… safe," she whispered.
I kissed her forehead, "good, that's what I want."
As we lay there, her old phone—returned by a guard days ago rang on the nightstand, shattering the moment. She grabbed it, frowning, "it's Sarah, my friend from college."
She answered, voice shaky, "hey, Sarah, I'm fine, just… staying with someone, don't worry."
I heard Sarah's voice, loud, "Miranda, you vanished! People are asking, are you okay?"
"I'm good," Miranda lied, glancing at me, "just taking a break, I'll call soon."
She hung up, eyes glistening, "she's worried, Albert, what if people start looking for me?"
I pulled her close, "let them, you're with me now, and that can never change."
But as we kissed, a loud crash echoed from downstairs, like glass shattering. I froze, heart racing, "stay here," I said, pulling on pants, "that's not normal."
Miranda grabbed my arm, "don't go, what if it's dangerous?"
"I'll handle it," I said, rushing out, the sound of splintered glass and footsteps below igniting a primal fear—someone was in the house, and with Vanessa's threats and the breach, this felt like a deliberate move to shake my world.