The Suicide Princess

by Bryan, Anthony

  Jacob and Stephanie began kissing passionately, and they slid away from their food to an area on the floor between the blanket and the fireplace. He had Stephanie lay back as his hands gently caressed her body, and his lips softly kissed hers. He kissed her earlobe, and he then left a trail of soft, gentle kisses from Stephanie's neck to her chest. Stephanie pulled down the straps of her camisole, and she removed her breasts from beneath the soft silk of her lingerie. Jacob massaged and kissed each breast before quickly kissing his way past her bellybutton to the top edge of her silk panties.

  Stephanie felt Jacob's hands begin pulling at the top of her panties as he was kissing her lower abdomen. As he began to slide them downward, she raised her hips, inviting Jacob to remove them completely. As she felt her underwear being lowered beyond her ankles, she was free to spread her legs wide for her husband. Stephanie felt Jacob kissing lower and lower on her stomach. She scratched her fingers into the carpet and let out a gasp as she prepared to feel Jacob's tongue pleasure her. It felt like forever since Jacob had gone down on her, and she was so excited about the feeling which was to come.

  Jacob suddenly propped himself up, and he began rubbing the tip of his cock against her. He gently entered her, and rather than enjoying the moment, Stephanie's only thought was, Are you fucking kidding me?

  Jacob began a rhythmic thrusting as he made love to Stephanie in front of the fire. Stephanie said, “Jacob, I'll do anything you want. You can do anything to me.”

  “I love that, keep talking, baby,” Jacob said as he sped his thrusting.

  Stephanie realized Jacob was taking her offer as mere dirty talk when she continued, “I really will. I'll be so bad for you. All you need to do is make me do whatever you want.”

  “You’re bad. You're so bad,” came from Jacob's mouth as his body slapped into Stephanie's, in a standard missionary position.

  “I'm begging you, make me a bad girl. Make me do the kinkiest things.”

  “Keep going, keep going,” Jacob said with a speed and tone that Stephanie knew Jacob was about to cum.

  “Cum inside me. I want your cum,” Stephanie said with a lack of enthusiasm since she knew they were moments away from being done.

  Jacob pushed one final thrust, deep into Stephanie, and he grunted as she felt his cock swell inside of her. Jacob then rolled off of Stephanie and onto the floor next to her. Stephanie looked to the clock again, and she saw it was exactly seven minutes since she last looked. Stephanie was devastated by the thought of sex with her husband lasting only seven minutes. When Stephanie first saw the fire and the Chinese food when she got home, she thought she was a horrible person for what was happening with Derrick. However, as she now laid on her back, staring at the ceiling and listening to Jacob catching his breath beside her, she had a different thought. She was now thinking, What else does Jacob expect is going to happen? This isn't my fault.

  Jacob and Stephanie cleaned the family room and got ready for bed. They joined each other on the living room couch, and Jacob said, “Let's see what's on the D.V.R.”

  Jacob scrolled through the recorded television shows, and Stephanie tried her best to pretend to be interested. If it wasn't for his complete inattention towards Stephanie, he would have easily seen something was growing distant within her. But while Jacob watched a television show, his wife sat just two feet away from him, fantasizing about another man.

  ***

  The following morning, Stephanie was back at work, swimming in the deep end of the proverbial pool with her new case. She was completing subpoenas for medical records for Paul Hutchinson when she heard a man's voice at her assistant's desk, “Hello, I have a delivery for Stephanie Bradford.”

  “Right in there,” her assistant instructed as a man with a large bouquet of two dozen beautiful, long stem roses walked through her door.

  “Hi, are you Stephanie Bradford?”

  “I am. Are those for me?”

  “Yes ma'am,” the delivery man said. “Just sign here, please.”

  Stephanie signed, and she was amazed that Jacob would send her flowers. As she opened the card, she was feeling completely impressed with the effort Jacob was obviously making. This feeling suddenly shifted when she read the note inside the card.

  “Bad girl... Just one more night until we get to play. Tomorrow night is going to be all about seeing how well you can follow directions, and it will start with the second you walk through my door. Wear whatever you want over it, but I want you to be wearing black thigh highs, a black thong, black garter belt, a black bra, and, of course, your sexiest black heels. See you soon! -Romeo”

  Stephanie completely melted into the moment. She was becoming mesmerized by Derrick, and she loved the way he always told her exactly what he wanted. From where he wanted to sit to what he wanted her to wear, Derrick always told Stephanie what he desired, and in turn, she was more than willing to oblige. Stephanie's urge to please Derrick was not lost in his request for the following night's outfit.

  Stephanie text messaged Derrick, “I got the flowers and your instructions. I would say 'thank you,' but rather than say it, I'll show it by following your instructions to the smallest detail. If there is anything else you desire, your wish is my command.”

  “You’re so beautiful, so sexy, and so obedient. You are going to make an excellent bad girl,” Derrick replied. “Work calls, so I will see you tomorrow night.”

  The roses sat on Stephanie's desk for over an hour, until Scott, another attorney looked into her office. “Looks like someone is in the doghouse at home. I hope Jason's not in too much trouble.”

  “His name is Jacob, not Jason, and no he's not in trouble.”

  “I'm sorry. Jacob, Jason, same thing,” Scott said. “Well, if he's not in trouble, you have yourself one hell of a guy, Steph.”

  “Yes, I do. You have no idea,” Stephanie said, but she was clearly not thinking of Jacob when she spoke the words.

  At the end of her workday, Stephanie brought the flowers with her knowing it would look suspicious if she wasn't able to take the flowers home. On the same note, however, Stephanie couldn't take the flowers home without telling Jacob where they came from. She carried them with her into the lingerie boutique near her office, and as she entered, Stephanie saw the same sales associate from her last visit.

  “Hey, you! Welcome back,” welcomed the associate.

  “Hi, I'm back. And this time, I'm actually going to buy something.”

  The associate commented on the flowers, “Wow, lucky girl. Those are beautiful.”

  Stephanie paused for a moment and offered, “Would you like them? My car is parked like a mile away, and I can't carry them.”

  The sales associate smiled and said, “Someone sent you flowers, you can't take them home, and you're looking to buy something sexy – I'd be more than happy to get rid of them for you.”

  Stephanie turned bright red and said, “Please don't judge. I know it looks bad.”

  “If it weren't for flings, I'd be out of business. It may look bad, but sometimes it's fun to be bad. Let me help you pick out just the right thing.”

  Stephanie explained she knew exactly what she was looking for, and she told the associate about Derrick's instructions. The associate smiled and said, “This sounds like fun. I'm Amanda, by the way.”

  Stephanie introduced herself, and the two shopped like they were best friends. Stephanie walked out feeling as if she were going to be the sexiest woman alive the following night. Her walk back to her car was less of a walk and more of a strut.

  Stephanie got home shortly past eight-thirty and found a note on the kitchen counter: “Hey babe, I went to bed early since I have an early start tomorrow. I'll probably be out of the house before you wake up, and don't forget I have my overnight flight. I'll see you on Thursday when you get home from work. Love you!”

  Stephanie heated a frozen dinner, which she then ate alone as she browsed through a few clothing magazines which had come in the mail. After dinner, she sho
wered, got into something comfortable, and sat on the couch to watch television. She sent a text to Derrick asking if he was around. The message went unanswered, and she decided to read her email before going to bed.

  As Stephanie was still hoping for a response from Derrick, her imagination drifted into what the following night was going to be like. She was excited, but at the same time, she was very nervous. She wasn't worried about what she was expecting, it was the unexpected that made her stomach turn into complete butterflies. Stephanie wanted to be a “bad girl,” but what if Derrick’s meaning of that was quite different from her own. Stephanie knew she was not a prude, but at the same time, she also knew it had been a long time since her early college days. She wanted to please Derrick so badly. She knew how to be bad, but what if she fell short of what he was expecting? More than anything, though, Stephanie worried if she would be good enough. What if I am just terrible at it, she thought. What if I don't live up to what he wants? What if I'm not good enough?”

  Stephanie navigated away from checking email, and she instead Googled “free hot porn.”

  A plethora of results came back, and Stephanie selected one that brought her to a free, tube-style video site. Stephanie had never watched porn on her own, and she was pleasantly surprised by the variety of videos the site offered. She noticed there were several categories, and she clicked on the link “hardcore.”

  Stephanie scrolled through the videos until she saw one titled, “Innocent Amateur Gets Fucked,” and the thumbnail of the video showed an attractive female sitting on a couch. Stephanie thought, this is perfect.

  Stephanie began watching the video, which was filmed from the man's point of view. The video was very amateurish, as it was simply a man holding a camera and the woman. It started with the man asking the woman several sex related questions and him asking her to strip. Stephanie skipped forward on the video until it reached a point where the woman was on her knees performing oral sex on the man. The camera was pointing downward, and Stephanie watched as she stroked and sucked his large cock.

  Watching the video instantly turned Stephanie on, and she watched further until she decided she didn't want to just watch. She set the laptop down next to her, and her eyes remained glued to the screen as she slid her hand down the front of her tight boy shorts. Her fingers met her pussy, and she was already wet and fully aroused. She used the pad of her index and middle fingers to gently massage her clit in a circular motion. Her legs widened as she pressed firmly with her fingers. Stephanie started gently as she watched the blowjob being performed on her screen, but as the scene intensified, so did her own play.

  Stephanie's fingers worked feverishly as she watched the cameraman and woman having sex in a number of positions. The man in the video asked the woman where she wanted him to cum, and she excitedly announced, “Cum on my face. Cum all over my face.”

  The woman pulled away and dropped to her knees, and Stephanie watched as the man started cumming on the woman's face. The woman not only seemed to be enjoying her facial, but she seemed to be craving each drop of the man’s load, and the scene had Stephanie vigorously masturbating herself into a juicy orgasm. Stephanie took a long deep breath and exhaled as her body felt limp and numb. She reflected on the video she just watched and thought, oh yeah, I can totally do this.

  ***

  Stephanie woke up in the morning to find Jacob had already left. This made it easier for Stephanie to pack herself a bag with her new lingerie since she wouldn't be comfortable wearing it all day in work. The heels she selected also wouldn't be the most comfortable for the office, so Jacob being gone made it much easier for Stephanie to pack a bag without the need to explain why she was bringing those things to work. Stephanie looked at the heels she selected for a moment before putting them in the bag, and she knew Derrick was going to absolutely love them.

  Stephanie went to work, and her workload nearly took her mind off of Derrick. She was thankful for the volume of work her new case was giving her because if she wasn't so busy, her thoughts would be focused on Derrick all day. While her workload nearly kept her mind off Derrick, it didn't completely. Stephanie tried to text message Derrick throughout the day, but he never responded. The lack of response was unusual, and it left her worried.

  When lunch finally came, she decided to work straight through. Karen called in sick for the day, and Stephanie couldn't stand to be alone with her thoughts for an hour. She was already a nervous wreck, and if she had to think quietly on her own, the anticipation would be unbearable. Working through lunch was the only way Stephanie was going to make it through her day.

  Stephanie looked at her watch and saw it was ten minutes to five. She checked her phone, and she found she had still not received a response from Derrick. She began to worry if something had happened to him, and she thought of canceling her plans with him. She thought her night was ruined until she heard the rigid sound of her phone vibrating on her desk. It was a short single vibration, and she knew it was a text message.

  “See you soon,” Derrick said in the simple text.

  “Where have you been all day? I've been worried sick!” Stephanie replied.

  “Do you remember where I told you to be?”

  “I do,” answered Stephanie.

  “Follow directions, bad girl. See you soon.”

  Stephanie closed the door to her office, and she activated the lock in the doorknob. Stephanie undressed, carefully laying her clothes on her desk so as to keep them from wrinkling. She retrieved her bag from beneath her desk, and she began to dress in the attire she bought for Derrick.

  Once she was back in her work clothes and freshened with perfume, Stephanie put her makeup on. She applied just enough to be almost bordering on too much; she not only wanted to be bad, she also wanted to look the part in every way. She left her work heels on as she left the office, only putting her playtime heels on once she was safely in the privacy of her car. The wheels on Stephanie's car chirped loudly as she excitedly pulled out of the parking garage and made her way to Derrick.

  Stephanie parked her car a few blocks from the coffee shop where she was to meet with Derrick. She was frustrated by having to walk so far in the heels, but she also felt lucky to have even found a parking spot at this time of day. Stephanie did everything she could to stay focused and not crumble from anxiety. As Stephanie walked to the coffee shop, she felt the stare of every man she walked past. Their gazes made her feel like they knew of the secret lingerie beneath her clothes, but in fact, it was just the sexuality she was exuding which they were picking up on. Her makeup, her strut, her heels, she was a woman any man would be happy to even fantasize about, but tonight she was all Derrick's.

  Stephanie was quite early for her meeting, so she stopped into a nearby pub to grab a bite before meeting with Derrick. The bar-tender, while still wiping a pint glass dry, turned and welcomed her to the bar.

  “Hi, can I get you a menu, or are you just here for a drink?” he asked.

  “Do you have a Caesar salad?”

  “No, I'm sorry,” he apologetically replied. “We do have a house salad, though.”

  “Can I get chicken on that?”

  “Yeah, we have chicken tenders. I can just cut a couple up and throw them in.”

  “That would be perfect,” Stephanie said with a smile.

  “And to drink?” he asked.

  “Water with a lemon, please.”

  “Water with a lemon, and a house salad with some chicken thrown in,” the bartender repeated.

  “You know what,” Stephanie paused before continuing, “Make it a Jack and Coke.”

  Stephanie knew she was going to be tested once she was with Derrick, and she knew there may be things that she might not be one hundred percent comfortable with, but she did not want to disappoint him. Stephanie recognized this as the opportunity to actually live out her fantasies, and she didn't want to look back with disappointment. She promised to remove the word “no” from her vocabulary for one night.

>   After she barely touched her salad, but easily washed down three cocktails, Stephanie realized it was time to go meet her fate. The bartender handed her the bill, and she passed him her debit card to pay. The bartender was back at the point of sale register, and he was just about to swipe her card, when Stephanie yelled, “Stop! Stop! Don't swipe it.”

  Stephanie was intent on only having a short affair with Derrick, and she absolutely never wanted Jacob to ever find out about her indiscretions. As an attorney, she was also something of an investigator, and she knew even the smallest slip up could lead to her being caught. Having her bar visit appear on her and Jacob's bank statement could be the first step to her secret unraveling, and Stephanie knew better than to leave such a clue.

  “What's wrong?” asked the bartender.

  “Don't use that card, please. I just realized that's the wrong one. Here, let me pay in cash.”

  “Cash works just fine for me,” the bartender said as he returned her debit card.

  Stephanie left the bar and walked to the coffee shop. She looked at her watch and she knew she was going to be right on time. The buzz of her cocktails had alleviated nearly all of her earlier anxiety, and the anxiety had shifted into complete anticipation. The heels of her shoes made a distinct clicking sound with each step.

  Stephanie walked into the small coffee shop where she saw Derrick sitting on a plush loveseat in the back corner. Derrick had one ankle resting on the opposite knee, and both arms stretched along the top of the loveseat. He had a way about him that made it seem as though he felt like he owned the place, as if he were saying, “This is mine.”

  Stephanie walked slowly towards Derrick, staring at him as she seductively placed one foot in front of the other, wagging her hips with each step. She reached the loveseat and stood before him, standing with her legs slightly spread.

  “I'm here,” she said. “And I am dressed exactly as you instructed.....sir.”