Foreign Tempations Ch. 03: Rework (Preview)

Author's Note: Here's a snippet of the new chapter 3 I'm writing. The plot should progress a lot better now. Let me know what you think!

The weeks passed in a blur of tangled sheets, desperate moans, and the constant rhythmic creaking of Raj’s bed against the wall. 

They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. 

If Cassandra wasn’t working on her laptop, she was beneath him, on top of him, bent over the kitchen counter, pressed against the shower tiles, or wherever Raj could have her. And whenever he wasn’t out running errands or handling whatever business he had, he was on her, stripping her bare, making her forget about anything else but how good he could make her feel. 

Their bodies moved on instinct now, the sexual tension between them so constant, so insatiable, that even a mere look could set them off. 

She’d sit cross-legged on the couch, typing away, and Raj would stroll by, his beady eyes dark and filled with lust. One teasing smirk, one brush of his fingers against her exposed thigh, and suddenly she was sprawled across the cushions, her laptop shoved aside, his cock deep inside her pussy as she moaned his name. 

Or she’d be in the kitchen, making tea, when she’d feel his smaller, wiry frame press up behind her, his breath hot against her neck as his hands wandered beneath her flimsy clothes. “You can’t be that busy, beautiful,” he’d murmur, slipping her panties down before bending her over the counter, making her forget whatever the hell she was even doing in the first place. 

Every surface in the apartment became their playground. 

There was no restraint, no slowing down. 

They’d wake up naked, and before Cassandra could even stretch, Raj would roll on top of her, his Indian hog already hard and pressing against her soaked entrance. She gasped as he slid inside her, still half-asleep and sore from the night before. As exhausted as she was all the time, she wanted it, craved it, moaning his name as the morning sun peered through the curtains.

And at night? 

Cassandra would collapse onto the bed, spent from the hours of filthy sex, only for this lecherous old man to pull back against his chest, his lips on her shoulder, his cock pressing insistently between her thighs. “One more time…” he’d whisper, his bony hands gripping her hips. “I know you can give me one more…”

And she always did.

Every day was like this. Time was blurred together, marked only by the sound of their sweaty bodies colliding, the heat of his skin against hers, the way he made her moan and beg, how easily he could turn her into a writhing mess beneath him. 

Cassandra knew this was dangerous.

The longer this went on, the harder it would be to walk away. She still had a life back in the States: friends, family… Jason…

But every time Raj grabbed her, fucked her, claimed her like she was already his…

She began to stop caring…

-

Raj always pulled out. That was their deal, though sometimes, Cassandra felt the heated temptation to let him stay inside, to let him fill her just with his hot, heavy load like he had in the beginning.

It was reckless. Stupid. Risky.

She couldn’t afford that mistake, to let him irreversibly connect them.

As tempting as it was, she couldn’t risk getting pregnant by another man, especially not him. It would cause too many problems she wasn’t ready to face. This was supposed to be a fling, nothing more.

But fuck, when Raj had her pinned beneath him, his breath ragged, his body shuddering as he pulled out at the last possible second, spilling hot ropes across her stomach, her thighs, her ass, she almost wanted to tell him just this once.

She never did. 

Instead, she’d lie there, panting, skin sticky with his release, watching as Raj smirked down at her, his fingers lazily tracing the mess he’d made.

“Hmm, that was a close one,” he’d murmur, dragging his thumb across his cum before pressing it against her soft lips. “One of these days, you’re going to break that silly rule of yours.”

And every time, she’d simply smirk back, sucking his finger into her mouth, tasting him, teasing him; reminding him that she was in control of that one thing.

But outside of the apartment, outside of their little secret world, Cassandra played her part well. 

Jason was none the wiser. 

Their conversations were the same, soft, sweet, normal. She still said all the right things, smiled when they talked, and kept up the perfect fiancé facade. She knew it was wrong to lie, but the addictive thrill of her secret affair with this foreign man kept her shackled in her depravity. 

While Jason thought she was lonely, waiting patiently for the world to return to normal, she was actually being railed by the old man who took her in. 

Every time she told Jason she missed him, Raj was likely behind her, sliding her panties down.

Every time she sent a heart emoji, her mouth was probably wrapped around Raj’s cock, moaing against his thick, throbbing length.

Every time Jason told her he loved her, she was tangled in another man’s sheets, gasping another man’s name as she got fucked silly. 

Cassandra should have felt more guilty. Should have stopped this before it went too far. But she rationalized that this was merely a fling, something to keep her sane during these uneasy times.  

That was merely a crutch she leaned on now. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she had already gone too far. She enjoyed this far too much to regret a damn thing. 

With COVID restrictions finally lifting, Cassandra had the opportunity to start the process of leaving. But instead of packing, sorting through paperwork, getting vaccinated, and making arrangements to get back home to Jason, she stalled. 

She told herself it was just logistics, just waiting for the right timing, but deep down, she knew the truth. 

She wasn’t ready to leave.

Raj had her hooked.

The he fucked her in a possessive and relentless manner, as if he owned her was too intoxicating for her to give up. The times she thought about making real moves to leave, Raj would pull her into hsi lap, his bony hands sliding beneath her clothes, his cock already hard and pressing against her, and suddenly, her plans didn’t seem so urgent anymore, and she would procrastinate further.

So she lied. 

She lied to Jason, telling him the process was slow, that there were bureaucratic delays, and that flights were still complicated. 

Cassandra reassured him, telling him she was fine, saying all the right things to keep him from suspecting a thing. All while she spent her nights with Raj’s cock buried deep inside her pussy, moaning his name instead of her fiancé’s. 

Jason was understanding for the most part. But he was becoming frustrating again. Their small arguments began to pile up, giving Cassandra more of an excuse to stay longer. 

He’d question her delays, ask for updates, and press for details she didn’t always have. “You said paperwork was processing. How long does it usually take?” Or, “Did you get your vaccine yet? Things should be easier when you do that.” His voice wasn’t accusing, but the persistence chipped away at her already eroding patience. 

“I told you, Jason,” she said one night over the phone, trying to keep the edge out of her voice. “It’s still backed up. Vaccines are only available to citizens right now, so I have to wait. And even if I did get my vaccine, the government is still making it difficult for anyone to enter or leave the country.”

He sighed. “R-right… I just miss you, babe. I want you to come back.”

Cassandra bit her lip, her blue eyes drifting toward the hallway where Raj was surely listening from the kitchen. “Yeah, I miss you too,” she murmured, barely meaning it.

After they hung up, she stood silently for a moment, staring at her blank phone screen. Then she peeled off her shorts, letting them drop to her feet, and made her way out of their shared room to the living room where Raj was waiting on the couch wearing nothing but his tight, white underwear. 

The old man didn’t even say a word. The way his eyes darkened as she entered the room was enough. He opened his legs as she climbed onto his lap, grinding her bare pussy against the straining bulge in his undies. His hands cupped her as he growled, “Rough day with the boy again?”

“Don’t want to talk about it, she whispered, leaning down to kiss him, her slender fingers already sliding down his stomach to his crotch, tugging at his hard cock. “Just fuck me, Raj…”

A victorious, smug grin curled at his lips as they kissed, the sensation of her wetness seeping through the fabric riling him up for the pleasure that was soon to come. “Of course, beautiful…”