“That is beyond hot,” said Amanda.
“You think he'll like it?”
“Are you kidding me, sweetie? He's going to love it!”
Stephanie put her own clothes back on, brought her new accessories to the register, and handed Amanda her credit card as Amanda told her, “I hope someone has fun tonight.”
Stephanie left the boutique and called Jacob. When he answered she asked, “I'm afraid to ask, but is everything taken care of at the house?”
Jacob paused and said, “Yes, everything is done. How are you doing?”
She said, “It's taking everything I have to stay focused and make it through the next few days. I'm holding it together for now, but I don't know how long it will last.”
“Be strong, it's only going to be a few days, maybe a week at the most. After that, you can crash and fall apart all you want. What are you up to now?”
“I'm going to look for a hotel, and then I think I'm going to sleep for a month. Can I see you tonight?”
“We have to meet up for a little while tonight. I have a few things from the house I need to give you, and I have Karen's things. After that, I'll have to go.”
“I know,” said Stephanie. “I just wish I didn't have to stay in a hotel alone.”
He replied, “Just go get a hotel, get in your room, and do nothing but sleep and order room service until we're ready to move on this; I'll stop by for a few minutes tonight. Have you talked to him yet?”
“I did, this morning. He wants to see me on Monday night.”
“Monday night? Can't you get over there any earlier than that?”
“He said he had to work all weekend, and I didn't want to be pushy. This is getting dangerous, Jacob.”
“I know it is, but shit, I needed you to get in there earlier than Monday. Okay, just do the best you can, and we're just going to have to adjust our plan as we go. Once you're checked into a hotel, let me know where you're staying, and we'll talk more then.”
“Just promise me one thing?” asked Stephanie. “Please promise me you won't ever be far from me until this is over? I'll just feel safer if I know you're close by.”
The lie burned Jacob's soul as he uttered the words, “I promise you, I won't let anything happen to you. I never would.” He knew it was a promise he couldn't keep, because once she entered Derrick's apartment, everything was out of Jacob's hands.
The two said goodbye, and as they ended their phone call, Stephanie had the overwhelming desire to tell Jacob she loved him. And while she resisted the urge, Jacob was hoping to hear her say it.
Stephanie spent the afternoon looking for a hotel somewhere in the downtown area. Jacob had instructed Stephanie to find a cheap hotel, but she said why the hell not? when she found herself driving by the Boston Park Plaza Hotel. As she passed the hotel, she did a quick U-turn and drove to the valet drive-up. She carried her shopping bags filled with new clothes through the hotel's beautiful modern lobby. While she was waiting in line for the check-in desk, she messaged Jacob, “Boston Park Plaza Hotel. I'll get you the room number once I'm in.”
Jacob replied, “So much for somewhere cheap. Try your best to take it easy and relax. I'll be there around seven thirty.”
Once she was checked in to a room, Stephanie went straight to the bathroom where she started a piping hot bath. She drank from the bottle of tequila she purchased in the hotel’s lobby gift shop, and she watched the steam rise from the bathwater as she stepped in and inched her body lower and lower into the tub. She tried to let her worries melt away as the hot water enveloped her body, and she pressed a warm washcloth over her eyes. All that was left to do now was wait.
***
Stephanie heard a knock on her hotel room door, and she looked through the peephole to see Jacob standing in the hall. “Come in, come in,” she said as she opened the door.
Stephanie was wearing only a bath towel wrapped around her body, and Jacob asked, “Did I come at a bad time?”
“Not at all, she replied. Let me just run in the bathroom and get dressed.” Once she was in the bathroom with the door closed, she continued her conversation with Jacob through the door, “So asshole wants me to wear something that screams 'slave' for him on Monday night.”
“This guy is unreal,” said Jacob.
“The worst part was going out today and picking out an outfit like that,” Stephanie said as her voice echoed inside the bathroom.
Jacob felt crushed by Stephanie's comment as he didn't expect her to actually wear anything like that for Derrick again. He asked, “You actually bought something like that for him, today?”
The door opened, and Stephanie walked out while saying, “Not for him – I got it for you.”
Stephanie walked toward Jacob who was sitting on the hotel bed. She was wearing black Taylor Reeve stiletto-pump heels with a red heart on the front, black fishnet stockings, a black form-fitting corset, and a black collar around her neck.
Jacob rose to his feet from the bed and told her, “Stephanie, we really shouldn't do this. It's a very bad idea.”
Stephanie stared Jacob straight in the eye as she told him, “You're not going anywhere, and you're taking hold of me and using me in every way imaginable, tonight. I keep blaming myself for everything that's happened between us, but you, Mister, are just as responsible. I begged and begged for you to take me like this, and you pushed me away so much that I felt I had no choice but to go find it somewhere else. Does that make what I did okay? No, but it does lay some of the blame on you.” Jacob was left speechless by the words coming from Stephanie's mouth, and she continued, “If you want to walk away, fine, so be it. But if we're going to break up, you're going to leave me with something to remember.” as she lowered herself to her knees in front of Jacob.
Jacob ran his hand through Stephanie's hair, and she rubbed her hand up his thigh and over the bulge forming in his pants. She looked up from her kneeling position between the bed and the wall, and explained, “If I'm not going to be your wife anymore, you have no reason not to make me your whore.”
Jacob felt Stephanie rubbing his cock through his pants, and he watched her pushing her ass outward so he could clearly see her amazing beauty as he looked down at her. He saw the muscles along her lower back strengthen to highlight the beautiful shape of her body. “I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a part of me that wanted to fuck you like crazy for what you did.”
Stephanie cracked a seductive smile and said, “Then do it. Punish me, rip me apart, and make me pay, baby. I know you watch porn on your computer – I've seen your browser cache. Treat me like the girls in your videos, and make my cute little bum pay for what I did.”
Jacob, wearing a pair of jeans, and an American Eagle T-shirt, undid his pants and started to lower them. Stephanie, like a shark who just smelled blood, pulled them down and she reached for his semi-hard cock. She grasped it in her hand and told Jacob, “We need to make this thing hard.”
Jacob replied, “Then use your mouth for something other than talking.”
Stephanie leaned in and wrapped her lips around his cock. As it was still somewhat flaccid, she was able to take him completely in, but her talented mouth quickly changed that. As her fingers massaged his balls, her lips wrapped tight, and her tongue swirled around the tip of his shaft, she felt him growing harder and harder until his throbbing cock was at its full size. Stephanie, unable to take him fully in her mouth at that point, was trying to deep throat him, but she could only take him barely more than three-quarters of the way. Jacob decided that wasn't enough.
He forcefully pushed her back so she fell to a seated position with her back against the wall. He stepped forward and pushed her head back against the wall so she could not pull back. He straddled her face and went back inside her mouth. He began pushing his way deeper and deeper as the head of his cock traveled down her throat. Stephanie's eyes watered as Jacob pushed beyond her gag point. Stephanie tried to pull back, but with her head against the wall, she had no choice b
ut to take every inch until she felt his balls touching her lips. Jacob pulled his cock from her throat and out of her mouth, and Stephanie gasped for breath.
“Oh my God,” gasped Stephanie.
Jacob placed the palm of his hand on her forehead and pressed her head back against the wall. He told her, “Open up,” as he went back in for more, and he fucked her throat repeatedly, only occasionally stopping to give her a moment to catch her breath. Jacob let out a series of low moans as the muscles in Stephanie's throat tightened and squeezed around his cock.
Jacob reached down and looped his index and middle fingers through the collar around her neck, and he pulled her to her feet. As she stood up, Stephanie's eyes were watering with her makeup running, and a string of saliva running from her chin to her chest. Jacob's anger coupled with the intensity of the scenario allowed him to emotionally disconnect from his wife, and for the first time, he looked at her as a sexual object and not just the woman he was in love with. He decided it was time to turn it up a notch.
Stephanie reached her lips to kiss Jacob, but he pushed her back against the wall. He wrapped his left hand around her throat as he told her, “Whores don't get to kiss.”
“Kiss me, baby. I want to taste your lips,” begged Stephanie.
Jacob ignored her words and was entranced by her breasts bulging from the top of her black corset. His right hand grabbed the top of her left breast cup, and pulled down to expose her luscious breast. The index finger and thumb on his right hand formed a vice-like grip on her nipple, and he began to twist while simultaneously applying more pressure to her throat with his left hand. “Do you deserve to be kissed?” he asked as he twisted her nipple again.
Stephanie replies, “Not me! Not me!”
“And why not?”
“Because whores don't deserve to be kissed, but they do deserve to be fucked,” she answered.
Jacob grabbed her and spun her around, pressing her chest into the wall. He grabbed her hips, pulling her ass outward while her face and chest remained pressed against the wall. He shredded his clothes off, and he began rubbing the tip of his cock over her wet pussy. He slid his cock under her, and he rubbed the top of his shaft back and forth over her clit, making her groan with delight. Once his cock was covered with the fluid pouring from within her, Jacob forced his way into her pussy as she let out an uncontrolled, “Fuck yes!”
He started fucking her from behind and unclasping her corset until it peeled from her body and fell you the floor. She felt his hands holding her hips while his balls slapped against her pussy with each powerful slam. His hand grabbed the back of her hair and controlled her against the wall while his cock made her pussy swell. Out of nowhere, Jacob placed his hands on her ribs just under her arms, picked her up, and threw her to the bed. She quickly rolled to her back, and scooted her ass to the edge of the mattress. As she was laying back, her arm reached behind her and moved the bottle of tequila from under her.
Jacob grabbed the tequila from Stephanie's hand and untwisted the cap. She was laying back on the bed, propped up on her elbows, and watching as Jacob brought the mouth of the open bottle towards her chest. He began pouring the liquor on her breasts and feverishly licking it off. His lips and tongue focused extra attention on her nipples as he licked and sucked them, sending chills down her spine. He then poured a splash on her stomach and showed her belly button the same attention he showed her tender, pink nipples.
His mouth and tongue wandered lower and lower until they were at the very start of her pussy. She groaned, “Please tell me that a bad little whore gets to have her pussy eaten!?!”
The residue of alcohol on Jacob's tongue caused a slight burning sensation on Stephanie's pussy as his tongue made its first pass. The burning quickly subsided and was replaced by the euphoric sensation of Jacob's crafty tongue pleasing her. His tongue swirled in a plethora of patterns, on and around her clit, causing her body to convulse closer and closer to orgasm.
“Oh God, Jacob,” Stephanie moaned. “If you make me cum, I'll do anything you want. Don't stop and I'll let you fuck my ass, cum in my face, slap me -- I'll do anything.”
Jacob only pressed his tongue harder against her, and he went until her back arched, her legs began to shake, and she exploded into beautiful orgasm. He stood up and said, “My turn,” as he stood next to the bed, held her legs up, and went back to fucking her.
Within a minute or two of being back inside her, Stephanie blurted out, “I want to taste my pussy on you, baby,” as she pulled away and swung herself around. She positioned herself so she was laying on her stomach with her face right at the edge of the bed. With her mouth being at the perfect level for Jacob to assault her with another intense face-fucking, he grabbed her hair to pull her head up, and he inserted his hard cock back into her hot mouth. Stephanie bent her knees, kicking her heeled feet into the air, and she reached back with both hands to grab hold of the heels of her shoes while Jacob rammed her throat. One of his hands was pulling her hair, and his other hand was wrapped around her throat, while she felt Jacob having the time of his life.
Jacob pulled away, and ordered Stephanie to roll to her hands and knees. Stephanie reached her right hand across her back, she looked back at Jacob, and she began running her index finger over her tight ass. “This is what I want, baby, right in here,” she said as she pressed the tip of her finger into her asshole.
“I want to watch you,” Jacob replied.
“Anything you want,” Stephanie said as she lowered her shoulders to the bed. She reached between her legs with her left hand, and Jacob started stroking his cock as he watched Stephanie fingering herself. The fingers on her left hand were working her pussy, and her right index finger was sliding in and out of her ass. Jacob started to throb as he saw her add her middle finger, and she used two fingers to fuck her own ass.
“Do you like making me do this?” Stephanie asked.
“I fucking love it!”
“Good, baby. I'll do anything for you,” Stephanie moaned. “Just promise me that you'll cum all over my little whore face, tonight.”
“If that's what you want, then you better come get it.”
Jacob grabbed the bottle of tequila again and poured some on his tall-standing cock. Stephanie rushed to her knees and told him, “Mmmmm, my favorite shot!” She looked up and said, “Just watch me. Let me finish you, but tell me when you're going to cum.”
She started devouring and stroking his cock, sucking her cheeks in and swirling her tongue as she went. She swiped some of the saliva running down her chin to the fingers on her free hand, and she used those dripping fingers to play with his balls and the area just behind them. His moans and grunts told her he was loving everything she was doing. The sound of her mouth sucking and the slobbering sound of her hand stroking his saliva drenched shaft combined to create the most erotic noise for Jacob.
To Stephanie's surprise, however, he suddenly pulled away from her and pushed her to the floor. He told her to lay on her back, and he climbed on top of her, straddling her midsection with his knees on either side of her ribs. He placed his cock between her breasts, and Stephanie used both hands to push on her tits and wrap them around him. He started gliding his cock back and forth, and as Jacob was fucking her tits, she raised her head off the floor and licked the tip of his cock with each pass as it came at her.
“Fuck my tits, baby. Fuck my tits until you cum!”
She knew she had finally unlocked his inner animal when he uttered, “Look up at me,” and as she did, he continued, “Point it at your face - jerk me off all over your face!”
More than happy to oblige, Stephanie pulled his cock from between her tits and started stroking. She laid her head back, closed her eyes, and pumped her hand until she felt streams of Jacob's cum splattering her face until the warm fluid ran down her neck and onto her tits.
Ten minutes later, they were in the shower together, washing one another. “I can't believe how hot that was. That was better than anything I ever im
agined,” Jacob said with immense excitement.
“You see, dummy! That's what I wanted. That's what I've been wanting for so long. Why didn't you just do this a long time ago?”
“Because I was an idiot. I got too comfortable, and I thought you'd never leave. I stopped paying attention a long time ago, and I fucked up. I fucked up big time.” He looked at Stephanie and asked, “So, where do we go from here?”
“Are you still leaving me?” she asked. “Because you don't have to.”
“Two hours ago, I was completely certain what I needed to do. Now, I have no idea what the hell's going to happen. The only thing I do know is that not having you is killing me.”
Stephanie suggested, “Then let's not decide on anything right now. Let's just get through this weekend, and once this is all over, we'll figure everything out from there, with one hundred percent no pressure. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect,” Jacob said as he kissed her on the forehead.
Chapter Twelve:
Best Served Cold
The weekend crept by at a snail's pace, and Stephanie was going stir crazy with anxiety until Monday evening was finally upon her. She called Jacob and told him she was getting ready to go to Derrick's apartment, and he told her he had rented a car so he could follow her to Derrick's without the risk of being spotted.
Stephanie asked Jacob, “Are you positive you can promise me it will happen tonight?”
“I promise you, it will. It's definitely happening tonight, but you need to get in there and then back out as soon as you can.”
“And you promise me I'll never have to go back in there after this?” Stephanie impatiently asked. “Whatever you need him to do, I can get him to do it, tonight. Please, Jacob, I need this to be over. I don't think I can handle this anymore.”
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