Submitting to Her (15 page)

I felt so crushed, my heart being caressed by
a cheese grater. And yet I was hard as a rock as I sat there
watching.

I saw her mouth the word "fuck", and it was
not an instruction, it was a reaction. He was beginning to really
pound her now. She turned away from him, eyes closed, just feeling
the moment, her whole body rocking in mirrored rhythm to his
pounding, her hair swinging around and beneath her face like a
chandelier in an earthquake.

"Oh my God… oh my God..."

She put one hand back, her fingers splayed
out over the buttock closest to me, and she pulled her cheeks
apart, and I wonder if she was trying to make sure I could see
Brandon's obscene colossus defiling her.

Then suddenly, her face was turned to me, as
though she was a swimmer doing the front crawl, turning her head to
the side to grab the next breath.

And her eyes connected with mine.

A million volts shot through my chest as she
looked at me and merely groaned, really rubbing it in.

I didn't move from where I was sitting
cowering on the floor by the side of my bed, and I knew I wouldn't
move unless there was the risk that Brandon might spot me.

It was so awful she was looking at me like
that, a real darkness in her lust-filled eyes as she breathed
forcefully, and her old college boyfriend slipped out of her
briefly before ploughing back in, driving his fulsome cock into her
beautiful body, which was to have been mine.

Was she angry? Was this real revenge?

"Oh fuck, Bran… oh yeah…"

She made a show of how glorious Brandon was
making her feel, shutting her eyes, moaning as though she was
sampling the most expensive foods, which someone else was providing
her because I could not possibly afford them. Belittling me,
showing me what I was missing.

Zoey turned around again, and now without
Brandon moving an inch, she was replacing her pussy with her mouth,
sliding that enormous ugly thing into her pretty face - and looking
directly at me this time as she did so.

She smiled as she blew him again, and I was
sure Brandon thought it was because she was so enchanted by his
cock. I knew it was because she liked this, she liked teasing me,
liked wounding me. She was my boss, she was my drug, but she was
Brandon's slut.

Doing things with him she wouldn't allow
me.

She must have tasted herself on his cock -
did she like that? Or was she suffering it merely to check out my
reaction, because she forgot to monitor me while she was gobbling
his fulsome before.

They moved again - next dance, please. The
transition seemed unnatural, she was lying on her side now,
directing him to spoon her, and then as she lifted one leg to show
me everything, he was following her clear instruction to slide his
marble column back inside her.

My Zoey bit her lip and screwed up her face
in bliss as the other man squeezed his big hard dick within her
tightness.

She was straining for oxygen as he started up
that relentless rocking motion again.

And there were her eyes again, latching onto
my grotesque gargoyle stare as Brandon slipped one of his hands
under her body to clutch at her breast - in an unconscious but
highly demonstrative gesture of possession. He owned her, this
exquisite creature with whom I was so obsessed. She pulled his
other hand to fasten over her other breast as though she was
confirming it to me.

She closed her eyes for a moment to deal with
the sensations flowing through her body from his awful fucking, but
then she was glancing across the De-Militarized Zone towards me
again, to ensure I was still watching, still appreciating what this
big blond ton of fun was doing to her in place of me.

That furrowed brow, that struggle to keep
sucking in enough breath to cope, and she was just driving it home
how incredible this stupid man was making her feel.

"…Holy shit, Bran…"

Then, briefly, she smiled at me, and
strangely, it seemed to me almost loving, like she was saying to me
silently that this was all well and good but the only reason she
was getting off on this big brutish beast was because I was
watching her.

Well. Somehow, my heart was lifted.

Now, they moved again for the next dance, and
for some strange reason I found myself calming down. Relaxing. Like
she had just confirmed to me that he was just a big sex toy to her,
the real eroticism was in having me here. That reassured me I was
still part of her world, still valuable to her, still very much
needed.

Brandon was lying back on the bed, only this
time stretched across it, so that when Zoey straddled him, lining
herself up reverse Cowgirl style, she opened her legs and I got the
full view of her pretty little flower opening up as she sank down
on his shaft.

She touched her clit as she now rode him, and
looked across at me again, and there was that smile. She loved me
watching.

"Oh yeah… oh, that feels good..."

Taking courage in my reassessment of the
situation, I smiled back at her, and she responded by beaming even
more brightly at me as she continued to fuck her old sex toy. I
felt reassured, rewarded for my suffering. Empowered by
objectifying my rival.

With Brandon safely laid out on that bed,
Zoey's body was in the way so that even if he did sit up, I was
safe from his view.

I hauled myself up now, perching on the edge
of my bed, and showed her how hard she was making me.

She licked her lips quite ostentatiously,
slowing her movement bounding up and down on Brandon so that she
could appreciate her view of me. I touched myself with a couple of
fingers, ostensibly to show her more clearly the full promise of my
erection by holding it up for her, but the temptation was a little
too great to do a little more than just hold it up for her. She
gave her head a little shake.

No.

It was subtle, but as clear as a couple of
semaphore flags.

You're not allowed to touch it.

She pulled Brandon's cock out of her pussy,
but remained in that position, wedging it up against her pussy and
her clit now, stroking it with her hand to press it up against her
little sensitive button. Rocking her hips back and forth a little
as she used his dick as her own personal sex toy.

She looked across at me again, and she was
smiling, and it was such a pretty sight even with someone else's
dick between her thighs.

Zoey giggled, and I had to admit there was a
funny side to all this, a ridiculous side to all this. I couldn't
help sharing this new lightness of spirit, though I didn't know the
complete explanation for her laughter. I heard Brandon asking what
she was laughing at, demanding to know what he had done to amuse
her. She just shrugged.

"I don't know… it just seems so naughty…"

She shrugged and skipped daintily off his lap
- with almost no warning at all. I had to take evasive maneuvers to
get the hell out of the way before he could catch sight of me.

Brandon stayed exactly where he was, flat out
on his back, didn't move one iota, didn't see yours truly.

Then Zoey was lifting a leg back over him,
facing him this time as she straddled him, guiding his cock back
inside her, so that I could watch them from behind, their physical
union so graphically displayed, and even more so as she reached
both hands back to grasp her butt and spread her cheeks further
apart for my own personal viewing pleasure.

Their motion was very slow now, and I guessed
Brandon was nearing his end. His long shaft withdrew inch by inch,
his flesh made glossy by Zoey's profuse moisture, his veins
prominent as he edged towards climax.

And - oh my God.

The tip of his cock slipped out of her pussy,
while remaining nestled in her folds, and I saw wetness seeping,
almost bubbling out of their union. At first, I thought it a
shocking amount of come from a girl. Then I realized it was his
come.

"Oh God, that's it…"

She wiggled her butt a little, playfully,
dislodging him from his place up against her flesh, and his last
few spurts splashed cream all over her pussy. I saw through their
legs there were little puddles of come on Brandon's washboard
stomach.

It must have been a while since Brandon had
had sex, judging by the copious volumes he'd produced, now also
dripping from Zoey's tender folds to add to the puddles on his
ridiculously toned abdomen. If Zoey was on the withdrawal method,
even though most of his come was plastered over her skin, it was
still probably time to scurry to a nearby pharmacy.

Yet despite the anguished horror I felt at
this moment, my own cock was harder than ever before, my body
wracked with this incredible urge to march straight in there and
penetrate little miss Zoey Schoenberg myself.

No doubt it was some kind of primeval
instinct thing, for a male to go in and displace his rival's seed
from the female. For me, it just seemed to be an enormous turn-on I
could do nothing about.

Afterwards, she remained sitting on his
softening cock a few moments, and they hugged, but I couldn't see
Zoey's face, couldn't see what she was thinking.

I couldn't hear a lot of what they said to
each other, but at one point I picked up Zoey saying: "Are we good,
sweetheart?"

He said: "We're good. Very good."

I felt a jab of pain stab my heart. Was this
becoming more of a thing? Was she telling him they were back
together?

Oh dear Lord - was Brandon going to spend the
night? I suddenly felt that that could be almost worse than him
fucking her, because if he stayed over with her, cuddling her as
they fell asleep, it meant he was more than just an object to be
used.

Now that I'd been bludgeoned by this new
reality that seemed to exist between Zoey and I, a reality that
challenged the ordinary boundaries of monogamy apparently, but
since I had no control in this relationship I simply had to accept,
I could just about cope with the idea that Brandon was merely a sex
toy for her. I had always been pretty conventional in terms of
one-on-one relationships, but somehow that wicked smile I received
from Zoey while she had been riding his cock had been so sexy, it
had adjusted my standards. Yet I really didn't think I could handle
it if she actually went to sleep in his arms.

Might she now consider this was punishment
enough for my transgression? Or was she looking for a longer-term
revenge, perhaps intending to renew her relationship with Brandon
alongside or in place of our own?

At last, they got up from the bed, moved away
out of my visual range. What were they doing? Hope once again
leached into my bloodstream.

Still my wait continued - I was tearing my
hair out. You might not have thought it, but this waiting was
almost worse than when I'd been sitting there watching them
fucking. Better the devil you know and all that: I was now sitting
there terrified that Zoey wasn't showing Brandon out the door, she
was in the bathroom with him, both of them perhaps brushing their
teeth or otherwise preparing for sleep. They'd shortly be back to
curl up together on the bed before extinguishing the lights.

Maybe they'd both gone out again. They were
out searching for a late-night bar, a nightclub.

I had that ugly feeling inside me again, the
mixture of resentment, regret and guilt. The feeling that I had
only brought this on myself, that this was my just dessert for the
awful human being I had been.

A few moments more, and I still couldn't hear
anything in the room next door. They had left me.

I pulled myself up off the floor now, feeling
my muscles aching from the odd position in which I had spent far
too much time watching the terrible scene next door. It was
actually physically painful as I now slipped into bed, stretching
out under the cool white sheets, but I welcomed that pain. It was
just what I needed to distract from the anguish now tearing up my
heart.

Face buried in the pillows, I found myself
consumed by exhaustion - it had been a tiring day with the RJS
pitch, the pressure of meeting Zoey's old college friend and then
having to watch her fucking him. Crouching there on the floor, I
hadn't appreciated just how much fatigue there was in every muscle
in my body.

I began to succumb to sleep, feeling really
quite sorry for myself, even mulling over the possibility I would
have to look for a new job, being unable to handle the rejection
from my boss.

But then I heard something - a door closing
quietly, and then felt movement of my sheets, and quite suddenly a
cool body was sliding up beside me in the bed, skin still a little
damp from her shower.

All fears seemed to melt away from my body,
but I was just too exhausted to really respond to her in any active
way. Teetering on the edge of slumber, there was just enough oomph
left in me to ask her: "What were you laughing at, when you were
with him?"

She chuckled, and I felt her leg glide up
over mine, so smooth, like velvet, and so warm where she rested on
me.

Then she whispered: "Because Brandon's never
once made me come - not even close, all the time we were together.
But with you watching, I came like a freight train."

I now slipped into unconsciousness, but there
was a huge smile spread across my face, from the knowledge that
Brandon was gone, and my Zoey was draped over me, rewarding me for
coping through the extreme punishment.

Rewarding me with the supreme honor of being
able to fall asleep with her.