Passionate Interlude

"Hello, darling." Sonya's voice was husky, throaty. Damian looked up, startled. It was unusual for his wife to visit him at work. "Ah...hello, sweetheart."

"Congratulations on the contract," Sonya continued, casually picking up one of the miniature houses and examining it. "It couldn't have happened to a better man."

"Well...thank you." Damian smiled. "I did it for you and the girls, you know."

Sonya came to him, clearly wanting physical contact with him. He stood and waited as she came to him and put her arms around his neck and kissed him, simultaneously playing with the tiny hairs on the back of his neck with her fingers. Damian was too shocked to do much more than just stand there, waiting to find out what her next move would be.

Sonya took his hand and led him into the small room adjoining Damian's office. She began to kiss her husband passionately, and he responded, hesitantly at first.

Sonya reclined on the sofa, the very same sofa that Damian and Dara had come seconds from having intercourse on once, and pulled her husband down on top of her.

"I want you to fuck me." Her voice was almost a whisper.

"What?" He couldn't believe the words that had just come out of his wife's mouth.

"You heard me."

"But...it would be much more comfortable to wait until we're home and can go to bed, don't you think?"

"I want you to fuck me here...now," Sonya insisted.

"Well...all right, if you're sure that's what you want."

"If the phone rings, ignore it," Sonya ordered.

"Ah...yes, of course," Damian stammered.

It was by far the most passionate encounter of their marriage. Sonya was absolutely insatiable. Although amazed and delighted by her libido, Damian couldn't help but wonder why on earth she was doing this. How could she have known exactly what had transpired between himself and Dara that day? Why the urge to recreate it? He himself bitterly regretted the incident and wanted desperately to obliterate it from his mind as thoroughly as possible. Was this Sonya's perverse way of trying to punish him? She wasn't normally vindictive. Yet he'd never come close to being unfaithful to her before. Before Dara.

Caught up in the ecstasy of the moment, Damian didn't dwell on the matter but instead concentrated on pleasuring his wife to the best of his ability. That was his way of atoning for what had almost happened with Dara, he supposed. Hearing Sonya's moans of ecstasy did do much to salve his conscience.

Afterwards, they both rested on the sofa for a moment, their clothing in disarray. Sonya's eyes met Damian's, and he chuckled slightly, unsure of what to say.

"Did you enjoy that?" asked Sonya.

"As a matter of fact, I did. That was very nice. Thank you. We should do things like this more often." Damian felt that he had just seen a whole new side of his wife. "But Sonya...why?"

"I'm not sure." She frowned slightly. "I suppose I just wondered what it was like, that's all." Suddenly she looked concerned. She hoped he didn't think that she was trying to compete with Dara. Good Lord. What a thought. "I hope you didn't mind."

He took her face between his hands and gently brushed the hair back from her forehead. "Oh, honey, of course I didn't mind."

Tentatively, she reached for him, and his arms enfolded her in a warm, caring embrace. Trustingly, she laid her head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head and caressed her hair. They sat like that on the sofa for a long time.