Derrick pulled on the makeshift restraints to check their hold, and when he was satisfied, he asked Stephanie, “Are you ready to be my little slave?”
“I am,” she said with a shaken voice. “I’m yours.”
Derrick rolled a pillow and slid it under Stephanie's hips, with the pillow now propping her ass up for him. His fingers slid down her back, over her supple ass, and between her legs. When Derrick's fingers touched Stephanie, she felt as though someone had given him a road map to pleasing her; he knew exactly what she wanted. He began to slowly, but firmly massage and rub Stephanie's pussy, causing her to moan and squirm. Until that moment, Stephanie was so preoccupied with the fear and intimidation of her punishment, she had no idea how much it was actually turning her on.
Stephanie's mind flashed back to Derrick making her crawl across the floor, Derrick spanking her, and thoughts of his cock in her mouth. The degradation and humiliation, coupled with her hands being bound in complete submission brought her closer and closer. Derrick watched carefully as he saw her beginning to show signs of orgasm as he intensified his masturbating of Stephanie. As he saw she was moments away, he suddenly stopped.
“Please, baby. Please let me cum,” Stephanie groaned.
Derrick responded, “You don't get to cum,” as his left hand grabbed her hair and pulled while his right hand delivered yet another hard slap.
Stephanie's ass, already tender from her earlier spanking, began to fade as the crushed pills and alcohol were beginning to dull her senses. She felt her body begin to feel a floating sensation as the yearning for orgasm swirled through her. “Please, Derrick, please let me cum.”
Derrick's fingers went back between her legs and picked up where they left off, and he began repeating the cycle of bringing Stephanie to the edge of orgasm only to stop as she was getting so close.
After several rounds of bringing Stephanie to the brink of orgasm, over and over, Derrick left Stephanie unsatisfied and begging for pleasure. She begged, “No, don’t stop. I want more.”
“You want more?” he asked. You’re about to get a lot more.”
He reached for a small plastic bottle on his nightstand, and he then repositioned himself behind Stephanie. He grabbed her hips, pulling her up onto her knees. She felt him place his left hand on her ass and gently pull as she felt drops of oil landing on her. The fear in Stephanie’s body rose to a level which her earlier drink couldn't mask.
“Derrick, baby, I'm so sorry. I learned my lesson. I'm so sorry,” Stephanie pleaded as she felt the tip of Derrick's cock pressing against her tight ass, and she struggled against her restraints.
“Who's my bad little whore?” Derrick demanded to know as he pressed against her with more pressure.
“I am, baby. I'm your bad little whore,” Stephanie moaned, so eager to please Derrick, as she felt the pressure increase until his cock began to disappear inside her.
Stephanie bit into Derrick's bed sheet, and her hands pulled against her restraints. Derrick pressed until he had pushed as much of his cock into Stephanie’s ass as he thought she could handle. He began slowly sliding out and then back in, gradually increasing the pace, intensity, and depth in which he was thrusting himself into Stephanie. This continued to build until he was behind Stephanie, holding her hips with both hands, and fucking her ass to the absolute edge of her limits.
Stephanie felt Derrick's hand reaching under her to massage her clit. Derrick's fingers in her pussy, mixed with his cock in her ass, brought Stephanie to a level of ecstasy she never imagined. She pleaded with Derrick to let her orgasm, to which he replied, “Explode for me, bad girl. I want you to explode.”
Derrick continued to punish Stephanie's ass as he rubbed her pussy until it brought her to a heart racing, body sweating, muscle twitching orgasm. It took every ounce of her strength to keep her legs from giving out from under her and her body collapsing to the mattress. Stephanie, wanting desperately for Derrick to finish, screamed, “Go, baby. Fuck my ass until you cum. I want your fucking cum.”
Derrick grabbed Stephanie's hair and pulled so hard her head lurched back. He grunted as he began to go faster and harder until he pushed in for one last thrust. Stephanie felt his cock swell inside her as Derrick began pumping his load inside her raw, fucked ass.
Derrick collapsed forward, resting on Stephanie. The two were panting and dripping in sweat as Derrick slowly pulled out of Stephanie. He gently massaged her back for a minute before reaching up to untie her.
“I'll get the shower started,” he said as he kissed the back of her neck while undoing her restraints.
“Are we even now, Mister?” Stephanie asked with a sassy tone.
“We are very even now,” Derrick said between deep breaths. “Now, let's get in the shower so I can clean you up and get you home.”
“Kicking me out, are you?”
Derrick replied, “I just assumed you'd have to leave.”
Stephanie rolled into Derrick's arms, which wrapped around her, and she said, “I'm not going anywhere tonight.”
“Did you bring clothes to wear tomorrow?”
“Nope, and I really don't care,” Stephanie said with a complete sense of contentment.
After their shower, Derrick held Stephanie in his arms as the two started to drift off to sleep between kisses. “I'll never walk away from you again, Derrick,” Stephanie said as she went to sleep.
Derrick simply replied, “I know.”
***
Stephanie got to the Suffolk County Courthouse just a few minutes before her hearing was scheduled to begin. She hurried past the security check at the entrance and ran through the lobby, racing to reach the courtroom on time. As she was running, Stephanie dug her hand into her purse and retrieved her phone. She powered it up for the first time since she left for work the night before, and it began vibrating non-stop with an onslaught of incoming text messages and voicemail notifications.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” Stephanie said as she scrolled through text after text from Jacob and Bill Webber demanding to know where she was.
Stephanie walked briskly down the long hallway leading to the courtroom, and she saw Webber standing at the end of the hallway. Webber started walking towards her until they met in the middle. Stephanie stood before him with her hair barely brushed, and her makeup was just a shadowed remnant of what she had applied the day before. Having stayed at Derrick's place unexpectedly left Stephanie completely unprepared.
“I very rarely get angry, Bradford, and I very rarely lose my cool, but I am one step away from completely losing it right now. Where the hell have you been?”
Stephanie's eyes began to well up as she answered, “Sir, I'm so sorry. I was feeling sick again last night and...”
Webber interrupted, “Stop! Just stop! You disappeared from work yesterday without saying a word to anyone, you completely blew off our preparation meeting, and you don't answer your phone or text me back? And to top it off, you're wearing the same clothes as yesterday. I don't know what the hell is going on in your life, but you better pull it together, Bradford.”
“I will Mr. Webber; I will. Can we go in so we can get the hearing started?”
“You're kidding me right? Number one, there's no way you're going in front of a judge looking like that; you're not going to embarrass my office like that. And number two, we can't go into a hearing if the prosecuting attorney doesn't show up for the preparation meeting the night before. So no, Bradford, we can't go in and get started. I talked to the judge and he postponed the hearing until next week.”
Tears began streaming down Stephanie's face as she told Webber, “This will never, ever happen again. I promise you.”
“I know it won't, because you're not the lead on this anymore; I'm handing it off. And if you ever put me in a position like this again, you'll be out on your ass.” Webber started to walk away but suddenly stopped and looked back to Stephanie, “Oh and one more thing. You better think of something a hell of a lot better than saying you’r
e sick when you get home.”
“What?” Stephanie asked.
“Your husband was calling me every fifteen minutes until he finally stopped at three in the morning. I'd come up with something good if I were you.”
Stephanie cried in her car for over an hour before she finally placed the gear selector in drive and started driving home. Stephanie's emotions shifted back and forth between the pure terror of facing Jacob and feelings of just not caring anymore. By the time Stephanie's foot crossed the threshold of her front door, she just didn't give a shit about what Jacob thought.
Stephanie walked passed through the living room, as if nothing had happened, until Jacob stopped her.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa...where are you going?” He asked.
“To bed. I'm tired.”
“You're tired? You're out all night without a phone call or anything, and all you have to say is that you're tired?”
“What do you want from me, Jacob? I'm going to bed,” Stephanie said as she was raising her phone to check her text messages.
Jacob grabbed the phone from Stephanie's hand, and smashing it to pieces by throwing it against the wall. Jacob screamed, “I want to know where the hell you were last night. I want to know who he is!”
“You want to know who who is?” Stephanie asked in a very condescending tone.
“The man you were with last night.”
“You're such an asshole, Jacob. I was with Karen. I thought your overnight flight was last night, and I went to Karen's for drinks, and my phone died.” Stephanie sharply retorted.
“If you were with Karen, why wouldn't you answer your phone?”
“Because my phone died, and I didn't want to drive home after having drinks.”
“That's bullshit Stephanie, and you know it! You always text me saying you love me before I go for a flight, and I didn't hear shit from you. You knew my overnight wasn't until tonight. And you didn't even show up for your meeting last night at work; I had your boss calling me looking for you. So, stop lying to me.”
“Fine, I knew you were home. I stayed at Karen's because I didn't want to come home, and I didn't want to talk to you. You're the reason I didn't want to come home, so why on Earth would I want to talk to you?”
“What the hell did I do to make you not want to come home?”
“It's not what you did, it's what you don't do, what you won't do, and what you'll never do,” Stephanie said as she grew angrier.
Jacob exploded again, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Wake the fuck up, Jacob. I parade around here every night after work in these skirts, heels, lingerie, and anything else I can come up with to get your attention. And you know what I get? Nothing. Not one god damned thing!”
“Where is this coming from?”
“It's coming from me being sick and tired of begging and pleading for you to actually notice me and actually want to fuck me.”
Jacob reminded Stephanie, “We just had sex last weekend.”
“Yes, Jacob, we had sex. We had sex, and I'm begging you to fuck me, and not just climb on until you cum and then roll over to call it quits.”
“What do you want that I'm not doing?”
“Be a man! Manhandle me, be rough with me, pull my hair, and spank me. Make me do things I don't want to do,” blurted Stephanie.
“What? You're my wife, not some god damned whore!”
“Maybe I want to be your wife and your whore,” Stephanie cried out. “In that bedroom, treat me like your fucking whore. My god, how many guys would kill to have me say that to them, and here I am, just offering it to you. What do I get in return? You look at me like I'm the crazy one.”
“This is insane. I think you're losing your fucking mind.”
“Whatever, Jacob,” Stephanie said as she started walking away. “Either start acting like a man with me, or I'll find someone who will.”
“Don't walk away from me,” Jacob yelled.
Jacob yelled again, but his demand fell on deaf ears as Stephanie slammed the bedroom door behind her. Jacob drew back his arm and punched the wall as he yelled, “What the fuck!”
***
Just a few hours later, Jacob was behind the controls of the 737 airliner as it began to turn onto the runway. He pushed the accelerator levers forward, the jets roared to life, and the plane began to hurtle the passengers faster and faster.
Jacob and his co-pilot ran through the checklists until Jacob pulled back on the yoke, and the nose rotated up toward the sky. The cockpit was filled with chatter between the two pilots and the air traffic controllers, as they passed through ten thousand feet, and Jacob began a conversation with his co-pilot as he set the autopilot adjustments for the flight.
“I think she's cheating on me, Mark,” Jacob said.
“What? Say that again,” Mark said with a stunned tone.
“My wife, I think she's cheating on me.”
“Stephanie? No way, man. Stephanie loves you,” Mark tried to reassure Jacob.
“I'm telling you, she is.”
“What makes you think that?”
“She's been acting so strange lately. She's just different, and she's so distant.”
Mark offered, “Maybe she's just going through something. My wife goes through these little funks all the time. Try to do something nice for her; something to get her mind off of things.”
“But there's more. She's been so protective of her phone lately. She's always either on it, or she hides it. She never just leaves it laying around, and she'll never use it in front of me. She tells me she's texting her friend from work, but she just goes about it so weird.”
“Check your account online, and you can see who she's talking to,” said Mark.
“Which brings up another strike: she changed our account plan so our statements are separate now. She thinks I didn't notice, but she did that right around the same time this all started.”
“That is definitely strange,” Mark agreed.
“But the worst part is, she never came home from work last night. Then she strolled in this morning acting like everything was cool as can be.”
“What?” asked Mark with disbelief. “Where did she say she was?”
“Her friend from work again. But, Mark, I know it was bullshit. When she got home, there wasn't an ounce of her being sorry or her trying to explain. She just tried turning it around on me by starting a fight and making me out to be the bad guy.”
“What does her turning it around on you prove?”
“That she has something to hide. If she was telling the truth, she'd be sorry about it, but by turning it around on me and starting a different fight, she pulled the attention away from her not coming home. She was with another man.”
“So, what are you going to do about it?” Mark asked.
“I'm going to confront her about everything and make her tell me the truth. Then I'll deal with it from there.”
“Look, I don't want to put my nose where it doesn't belong, but you need to get real.”
“Get?” Jacob asked.
Mark said, “You're going to confront her, and you honestly think she's just going to fess up to something? And then, even if she does, what are you planning on doing?”
“I'll walk away,” Jacob said. “I'm not staying in my marriage if she's cheating on me. I won't do it.”
“Because it's that simple, right? You can just walk away? How much do you have to lose by this?” Mark asked.
“Well, we don't have any kids, so I guess not a lot.”
Mark replied, “How about leaving your own house and getting stuck paying half the mortgage? How about paying her half your pension the day you retire? How about alimony?”
“How can she just make me leave the house? That's just as much mine as it is hers.”
“Have you ever heard of domestic violence? She calls the police and says you hit her, and that's it, you go.”
Offended by Mark’s comment, Jacob replied, “Stephanie would never do tha
t.”
“Just like she'd never cheat on you right? I bet there was a time you would have said that, too.”
“So what do you suggest I do?” Jacob asked after a short pause.
“Get all your ducks in a row,” said Mark. “Start transferring money from your accounts into one in your mother or father's name. Build up your own nest egg. Then, understand that once you confront her you're going to have to leave, so have an apartment ready. The day you confront her, rent a truck and take everything you want out of the house before she gets home from work – your T.V., your furniture, everything. And last, before you say one word to her, have proof. Do whatever you have to do, but don't give her any room to lie her way out of it. Know who the other guy is, know where he works, know where he lives, find out if he's married, find out everything.”
“I will. Thanks, Mark.”
“Jacob, I'm telling you, you better have tangible proof when you confront her. If it's just your suspicion, she's going to take you through the ringer. But if you know every last detail about her and this other guy, she stands to face a lot of embarrassment, and so does he. Who the hell wants everyone knowing they cheated on their spouse and got caught? Avoiding that embarrassment will be exactly what motivates her to want to end things clean, fairly, and quickly.”
“Thanks, Mark. Now, let me ask you a question: do you think she's cheating on me?”
“Based on what you told me?” Mark asked.
“Yes, based on what I've told you.”
“I hate to say it, buddy, but if you even have to ask, you probably already know the answer.”
Chapter Seven:
Red Handed
While Jacob was off on his overnight flight, Stephanie found herself home alone and still fuming over her fight with Jacob. She initiated a message with Derrick,
“What'cha doing?”
“Not much, just thinking of you,” Derrick replied.
“Up for doing something?” Stephanie asked.
“I'm always up for something fun. What did you have in mind?”
“Anything involving your motorcycle,” answered Stephanie. “Don't laugh, but I've never been on a bike.”
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