“Good answer,” he replied.
Instead of heading out onto the road, he turned down a dark, quiet street not far from the house.
She bit her lip. Her body was already responding to his words in a way she hadn’t been ready for.
He pulled the car to a halt deep into the street, where a couple of streetlights were out. They were in total darkness, with only the lights from the dashboard of the car picking them out in the night. Her breath was ragged when he leaned over and finally, finally, kissed her.
She lost herself to his touch, just as he wanted her to. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and ran his hand up her thigh. His fingers worked their way up her leg. She spread her thighs, wanting him, needing him. Resting her hand on his chest, she felt his heartbeat, fast like hers.
He slipped one hand under the top of her dress and pinched a nipple. A squeak came from her mouth as he twisted, he grinned against her mouth. She could tell he enjoyed tormenting her like this. What had the last couple of weeks of push-pull been but an extension of that torture? She hated him at that moment, but she needed him more.
“You want me to play with your pussy?” he asked.
She let out a moan of assent as he moved his mouth down to her neck, sinking his lips softly into that spot right where it met her shoulder. It hurt, but in a good way, only intensifying the pleasure that was working its way through her system at that second.
“Mmm,” he pulled her panties aside, and his fingers found her clit. “I loved watching you do that to yourself, baby. When you spread your legs for me and touched yourself. You remember that?”
“Yes,” she breathed in response.
For some reason, just hearing him talk to her like that was a turn-on. She’d always found dirty-talk a little cringy before, but with him, it felt so good, so natural. She wanted to hear him recount their exploits together because it just made it feel that much more real. It reminded her that she really was desirable to him.
He slipped his fingers down and eased them inside of her, using his thumb to stroke her clit in time with the movement of his hand.
She groaned loudly.
She knew that they could be caught at any moment, that if someone stepped out onto the street, they would catch them in the act, but that just made it all the more intense. She tipped her head back.
He ran his tongue up her throat, as though he couldn’t get enough of her.
She knew how he felt.
“You’re so good, Bianca,” he moaned, and once again the sound of her name on his lips was a spell she couldn’t escape. It was so powerful, so intense, palpable.
She groaned and began to move back against his hand, needing more of him, all of him. She wanted to climb over and straddle him, to ride his beautiful cock until she came, but she was under his command and would only do what he asked her.
He bit her ear, as though he wanted to brand her, to remind her that she was his—as though she needed reminding.
“Are you close, baby?” He crooned in her ear.
She nodded, unable to find the words to say it.
He slowed his movements, teasing her.
Bianca gritted her teeth. She needed more. She needed him to make her cum.
“Tell me how close you are,” he ordered her.
Taking a deep breath, something stirred deep inside her. “I’m so close,” she breathed. “It . . . it’s so much. I need you to make me cum . . .”
“Mmm,” he ran his nose against her neck, his breath warm on her skin. “Say it again.”
“I need you to make me cum,” she felt helpless in the best possible way like she could have done this forever if there was the promise of the release at the end.
The way he teased her, so expertly, she wondered if perhaps he had known she was watching from the balcony when he’d been with that young woman. Maybe he’d used her to cultivate that jealousy within Bianca. The games he played were darker and went deeper than anything she’d ever heard of before.
She was surprised to find that she wanted to keep playing them, that she needed to.
She groaned, and he slowed his fingers to an almost painful pace. She pushed back against him, eyes closed, mouth open. He slipped his tongue past her lips and kissed her once more. His free hand moved all over her body, greedily grabbing at her anywhere he could; her breasts, her thighs, her arms, her waist, her ass.
She was his to use, and she wanted that. It was surprising how good it felt to know she drew out this kind of need from him. Then, of course, he had to go and say the one thing that would bring this all to a halt for her:
“Tell me you’re my slut,” he ordered.
She froze.
She found herself back in the church. After everything had come out. When everyone was looking at her like she was some kind of monster. Like she was this vile creature they couldn’t believe was in their midst.
That word dragged her back so fast her head spun and pulsed.
Slut, slut, slut.
She pushed him away. Turned away. Gasped for breath. It was too much, all of this. She was suddenly so overwhelmed. She wanted him, but she couldn’t bear that word.
“Bianca? Are you alright?” He asked, his face a picture of concern.
She nodded, then shook her head.
“I think we should just go pick up the stuff and get home,” She told him softly. She couldn’t bear to look at him crossing her arms over her chest averting her gaze hoping he would stop looking at her.
With a sigh, he started the car, and they headed to the store. She ran inside and picked up what they needed. The bright neon lights in her head reading SLUT seemed to cut through her system, making her brain ache.
The reality of this was setting in.
They returned back to the townhouse without exchanging another word.
He pulled open the car door for her, and she lingered a moment. She needed space to think, to figure out what she felt, how to get past that word so it didn’t seem to catch fire inside her head.
Bianca vanished upstairs, claiming tiredness. She shut the door to her room behind her, then fell onto her bed, glad for the peace to make sense of everything. That word, she hated the way it made her feel. She was an adult now. She knew everything that had been said about her wasn’t true. All those harsh words were there to make her feel bad about herself, to convince her that any kind of desire she expressed was wrong, sinful. They had tried to control her using those words.
And what had she done? She’d fled.
Just like she had with Zev.
But now that she’d had a little space to think, she could see how different it was with him. It took her a while to come to terms with it, but the control he was asking for enabled her to explore a side of herself she’d never gone near before. She’d been fearful of this sexual side. The side that felt desire and lust, wanting everything she could take.
But Zev had opened the door to that part of her, the night they’d fucked in the kitchen, and now he was offering her more.
That word, the way he’d used it—it was a promise to let her dive as deep into that side of herself as she dared. And she wanted to do that. More than anything in the world, she wanted to do that with him.
She wasn’t sure how long she lay there in bed, turning over her thoughts until she felt as though she knew them by heart. By the time she heard Angela and the children retire to bed, she knew what she wanted.
Yes, that word scared her, but she needed to look at what scared her in the eye, take control of it. She needed to give herself to Zev. Once and for all.
She could hear him moving around downstairs. She had grown to recognize his footfalls.
She got to her feet, trembling as she went to the door. She could do this. She wanted to do this. She wanted to please him. She wanted to be pleased by him.
Making her way downstairs she found him in the theatre room where they’d spent most of the evening.
He glanced up, his eyes widened when he saw her. �
�Bianca,” he breathed, her name alchemic on his lips.
She moved toward him.
Inches apart, she could feel the heat coming off him in waves, and knew if she were to lean forward and kiss him, he would have let her. But that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to give him control. To let him take responsibility for the part of her that she needed to unleash.
So, she looked him dead in the eye, swallowed heavily, and said it:
“I want to be your . . .” She paused for a moment before she spoke the word, giving herself one more second to rethink this, to back out. But she knew she had to do this. It was the only way.
“I want to be your slut,” she told him.
Feeling lightheaded, the reality of what was happening was finally sinking in for her.
A smile spread across his face, and his eyes shone in the dim light of the room. He reached out to touch her cheek, brushed a strand of hair tenderly back from her face.
“You have no idea how good that sounds,” he said.
She felt her heart pick up the pace in her chest as she wondered what the hell she had just gotten herself into.
Chapter 10
What if we get caught?
Bianca felt the buzz of the vibrator between her legs, and let out another desperate groan. This was torture. But then, that was the point.
She’d been trying to take care of her regular tasks around the house, make sure everything that needed to be done was. But Zev seemed determined to make it extra hard for her today. But then, that had been the running theme of the past few days—Zev pushing her, seeing how far she would go.
Some time that morning, he’d come into her room while she was sleeping, and left a small vibrator on the bed. It was curved and flat, the shape of a curled palm. A note was attached telling her to put it inside her panties as soon as she got up.
She’d done as she was told, confused by his request.
While she was making herself breakfast with Angela and Zev in the kitchen, it suddenly buzzed to life against her pussy, and she let out a loud yelp of surprise.
“What is it?” Angela demanded, turning around, hands on her hips.
Bianca glanced over at Zev and noticed he was holding a tiny remote control.
He grinned at her.
Bianca bit her lip.
“Sorry, I just stubbed my toe,” she lied to Angela. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“That’s alright,” Angela furrowed her brow. “Just be careful, okay?”
“Alright,” Bianca agreed, breathless.
Suddenly, she felt it buzz again. She gritted her teeth and glared at Zev, who cocked an eyebrow, daring her to say something. Her toes curled in her shoes as the pleasure rocked through her. She hated herself for how damn much she was enjoying this.
Zev was getting bold. He was doing this right in front of his wife. He had to know how dangerous that was.
All through the day, even when they were apart, Zev would buzz that thing in her panties, and she would find it nearly impossible to focus on whatever it was she was doing. She found herself growing more and more aroused, grinding against the vibrator every time he switched it on. But he would, without fail, pull back before she’d gotten a chance to cum.
Just like he had done the day before.
That had been intense. She tried not to linger on the thought of it, as she cleaned up one of the messes the kids left behind because it just aroused her more. He’d slipped into her room after Angela had gone to bed, and she sprung up straight in bed as soon as he’d come in.
“Zev, what are you doing?” Bianca demanded.
He pressed his finger to his lips and stepped toward her. She noticed he was holding a small bunch of grapes in one hand. He sat on the edge of the bed next to her and stroked her leg. “I wanted your training to begin tonight,” he told her. “You said you were my slut, didn’t you?”
The word still made her start, but she nodded. She’d meant it when she’d told him that she belonged to him, and she wasn’t going to go back on that.
“Good girl,” he whispered. Plucking one of the grapes from the bunch, he held it out to her. “Open your mouth.”
She did as she was told.
He slipped a grape past her lips, letting his fingers graze over her tongue.
She took it from him obediently, chewed, and swallowed, not taking her eyes from his.
“Again,” he ordered.
She parted her lips once more, and he dropped another grape in.
Once she’d eaten it, she opened her mouth obediently once more. This time, he pushed two fingers roughly against her tongue. She inhaled sharply but allowed him to do with her as he pleased. If she could earn that look of his desire in his eyes, she would do anything he wanted, anything.
She sucked softly on his fingers.
Zev grinned, then fed her another grape.
Even though he was barely touching her, it was all unbearably erotic. She had to catch her breath when he stopped feeding her. The heat between her legs was already beginning to build.
“Take off that shirt,” he told her, gesturing to the large t-shirt she slept in. “And your panties.”
Quickly she obeyed, surprised at how easy this was for her. She’d thought that she would have put up more resistance, but she wanted this. Curling her arms around her nakedness, she felt a little nervous.
He brushed her arms away and looked her over, his eyes darkening.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded.
She lay back, closed her eyes, and parted her thighs.
He skimmed his fingers briefly over her bush, and let out a low groan of desire.
She could feel herself growing wet, wetter than she’d ever been before.
“This pussy belongs to me, correct?” He asked her.
Bianca nodded.
“Say it.”
“It belongs to you,” she panted. She would have said anything to him right then and there, anything to get him to give her more.
“Good,” he sounded pleased. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
She did.
He plucked another grape from the bunch. This time, instead of pushing it into her mouth, he reached between her legs and guided it into her pussy.
“Oh!” She gasped at the feel of the foreign object entering her. How did it feel so good?
He grinned, an almost dangerous smile.
“Push it out,” he ordered softly.
She flexed the muscles of her cunt and pushed it out.
He caught it and brought it to her lips. “Open.” He dropped the grape into her mouth.
She chewed and swallowed, savored the new flavor. There was no way this should’ve been as arousing to her as it was, and yet, she was becoming painfully turned on as he used her body for his amusement.
He continued, doing it a couple more times, gently caressing her clit once or twice and making her body explode with pleasure. But he didn’t let her cum. In fact, when he was satisfied, he just got to his feet, planted a kiss on her temple, and walked out.
She was left there panting, desperate for more, but knowing she couldn’t get it from anyone but him. Zev had to be the one to make her cum. That was the only way she could truly find the satisfaction she wanted.
Bianca grabbed the vibrator and lay in bed, praying Zev would come in, hoping she would get the relief she needed. She heard him go to bed with his wife, and felt that surge of jealousy, knowing that Angela could get whatever she wanted from him while Bianca had to hold on to scraps.
When she woke the next day, on her pillow was a small, thin, silver bottle. She picked it up, and found a note beneath it ordering her to apply it to her clit and to her nipples, but not to touch herself any more than that, then to reapply it every two hours.
She obeyed him once more and swiftly came to realize that the liquid was warming, tingling lubricant. It was intense, sensitizing her pussy and her nipples. Reapplying it was torturous, and Zev wasn’t even in the house to watch her s
uffer, but she knew it would have pleased him to see her in such a state, and that satisfied her enough.
He arrived back late that evening and came straight to her room. Angela and the children were already in bed. He strode over to her and stood above her.
She looked up at him, eyes wide. “I did what you asked,” she told him breathlessly. “All day. I even put some on after I showered.”
“And how was it?” He asked, a smile curling up his face.
She bit her lip. “It was . . . intense,” she admitted.
“Did you masturbate?” He asked, kneeling down by the side of the bed so he could look her in the eye.
She shook her head. “I wanted you,” she replied, truthfully.
“Well, you have me now,” he moved toward her, as though to kiss her, but pulled back at the last moment. “Or maybe I should make you wait a little longer, huh?”
“Ah,” she groaned. She needed something from him, but she didn’t know what. Pleasure. Relief. Release. But more than that, she needed to show him she could keep up with him and his twisted games. That she was worthy of him.
So, she would play along.
“No underwear tomorrow,” he told her, getting back to his feet and stepping back. “As soon as you’ve taken the children to school, you’ll take off your panties and your bra. Make sure you’re available to me if I want you. Understand?”
“I understand,” she replied praying he would actually do something with her. That he would act on it in some way so she wouldn’t have to live with this strenuously painful torture much longer.
He took her hand briefly, squeezed it, then walked out.
Her skin burned where he’d touched it.
The next day, she did as he’d ordered.
She saw the children off to school as usual and did her best to keep her game face on until she was in the house alone. She headed upstairs and stripped out of her clothes, threw on a light dress, and started to go about her day.
She just had to act natural, as natural as she could. Though she had no idea how to do that when it felt as though every single inch of her body was on fire. Zev was out for the time being, and she had no clue when he’d be back. But she knew she had to keep focused on the tasks at hand. That was what he’d asked from her. And that was what she would do.
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