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An hour had passed and Vera was on her third glass of champagne. The musicians had tired of playing the same song over and over again. Two out of the three had simply stopped playing. The pianist was still going strong. The song choice seemed to be blaring at her in a taunting manner. The food was getting cold, this she knew. And if it was one thing that Vera would not stand for, it was serving her husband cold food.
With that sentiment, she ordered the wait staff to bring the food into the kitchen to be warmed and preserved. Hating the looks she got from the wait staff, Vera rolled her eyes as she walked away. It was clear as to what they were thinking about her. She left the workers to speculate the very thing she was thinking herself. Where was her husband?
It was unlike him to be late. He was always a very punctual person. Often, he demanded that they arrive early to any event that held any sign of importance. After all, time was money. And Vera knew how her husband felt about money.
Even with those elements swirling in her mind, she would not call her husband. That was another pet peeve that he was adamant against. Questioning his whereabouts was an ultimate no, no. And with that in mind, she figured that he would get there in due time.
Taking another sip out of her glass, she looked onto their massive backyard through the floor to ceiling glass windows in the back of her home. On a normal day this was her favorite view. However, on this day something was unsettling in her spirit. Was her husband okay? What if he had an accident? In a matter of moments, a thousand scenarios breezed through her head.
Another hour passed and still no sign of Nigel. At that point she made the decision to start letting the staff go. There was no need to keep them there when it was getting so late and she had no idea when he would finally arrive. She wanted to believe that there was a reason behind his lateness, but her mind was truly a mess of thoughts and she was sitting with no answers at all.
“Mrs. Washington, I don’t mind staying. I’ve already been paid and have nothing else to do for the night.”
His words were sweet. And perhaps having some type of company as she waited for her husband to arrive wouldn’t be so bad. “That is fine.” Her response seemed to echo in the rafters as the man began to play on the piano some more.
The music did nothing to unsettle her nerves as she watched the candle set on the dining table flicker to near nubs.
Hours.
Her husband never allowed her to wait hours for anything. Something was off. Something had to be wrong. It just had to be. There literally was no way to explain his no call, no show act. She began to wonder if he would be home at all. Nigel always made her aware if something came up that would cause him to be late. Even if he didn’t say exactly where he would be, who he was with or what he would be doing, she typically had a general understanding of when he would be home.
Before long Vera decided to turn into bed. She would deal with the food and clean up later. Her night was ruined and she no longer felt like continuing to wait.
It was now four hours past the time that her husband was supposed to arrive home. “You can let yourself out.” Vera spoke to the pianist who was the only person remaining in her home beside her at this time. She didn’t feel like escorting him to the door as she was inebriated. Her words slightly slurred, but her directions were clear. There was no point in the man continuing to play. Her husband wasn’t coming home. She felt it in her spirit which was lower than the earth beneath her now bare feet.
The man continued to play as if he had not heard her instructions. She shrugged her shoulders and went up the stairs. Vera was mentally drained and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep.
Another hour passed before she finally felt her eyelids get heavy. The combination of champagne and classical music had somehow lulled her into a much-needed slumber. Before long, her light snores were the only music that could be heard.
In her dream she felt as though she was finally being comforted by the strong arms of her husband. There was a warm kiss that was placed on the nape of her neck. Then a delicate touch that somehow made it around her core and cradled her in an embrace. The intoxicating smell of cologne made her drift further as she continued to slumber. While sleep, her spirit started to stir. Something about this dream felt so vivid and real.
Before long she could feel her body started to respond almost as if in auto pilot to the sexual stimulants that her mind conjured. The moment she felt a bulge of manhood press hard into her backside, a small breath of air left her lips. This dream is surreal she thought as she felt fingers make their way to her midsection. She had become moistened from the personal attention that her body was feeling. These were feelings that she hadn’t experienced to this urgency in what seemed like forever and before long she wondered if she was dreaming at all. The next thing she knew, the kisses had intensified.
Vera was then returning the attention in her dream with the same amount of passion that was being applied. Subconsciously she hoped that her moans were not too loud. It had been so long since she had been satisfied like this. There were many nights that she would go to bed yearning for attention as her husband was often busy or simply left her unsatisfied. After seven years she had gotten used to it. In her mind, it wouldn’t be much longer that she would have to endure that type of treatment anyway. Having wet dreams wasn’t foreign to her. This night however, something was definitely different. Still, her subconscious was enjoying the moment a bit too much for her to wake out of her trance.
This night, her dream had transformed as she literally felt the penetration rock her awake. It wasn’t until that moment that Vera realized she wasn’t dreaming at all. Everything she had felt had been real. A real nightmare. Her eyes popped open the moment she felt the size difference of the penis that rested between her legs. The man that entered her was not her husband at all. It was the man who had been playing on the piano all night.
By the time she realized what was happening the man was deep inside her, rocking her world in a damn good way. She wanted to scream for him to stop. Her mouth failed her with every thrust as he kissed her like a long lost love.
Her mind was telling her to stop him, this was wrong. She had not given consent for him to enter her. This was a violation of her womanhood. Not to mention the fact that her husband could walk through those doors at any moment.
At the same time, the feeling she was experiencing was so good. Attention from a man who was not her husband telling her that she was every bit of delectable as her mind told her she was on a daily basis. His thrust was spelling out how much of a fool her husband had been to neglect her. On their anniversary night no less.
Their anniversary! The thought of that fact made a tear slide down her face as her body betrayed her. On one hand it was obvious that her body needed what the man was giving her. On the other hand, her mind was saying this was a huge mistake. He was raping her, right?
She had yet to verbally say no. Her hips were coordinating a dance between the two of them. And she was nearing climax. That which she wanted to feel desperately before…
“Vera, I’m sorry for running late…”
Nigel, her husband was finally home. More than that he was now standing in the threshold of their bedroom at the very moment that the stranger made her scream.
3
Present Day
“I have to admit. I’ve been planning this day for a very long time. What I would do, what I would say. How I would ruin your life like you ruined mine. It almost feels anticlimactic now that you are here, all tied up and helpless. I’m missing something and I can’t put my finger on it.”
Vera placed the knife she had been wielding on the table. The man’s eyes began to bulge out of his head as he watched her pace back and forth.
For the life of him he could not imagine how someone so beautiful could be so vengeful. He hated this about himself. Every time he was in the presence of a woman, his mind turned to sexual thoughts. He focused in on her legs that looked strong enough
to run three marathons. His gaze made it up to her breast which were firm and calling for attention in the all black outfit she adorned. Finally, his look met her eyes and that’s when he knew he had been caught looking a little too long in places his eyes had no business being.
“Like what you see do we?” What was he thinking? The last thing he wanted to do was anger her. It was just that he always had trouble focusing when a beautiful woman was in close proximity. Even if he was tied up and it was a life or death situation, apparently he still had little to no self control. The man was weak. And his weakness was sex. He knew it was stupid, however, that did not stop his growing member from changing the print in his pants. And Vera noticed it too.
She had him exactly where she wanted him. Vulnerable and aroused. Her plan was working. It had always been her intention to take advantage of him the same way he had done her when she had no control. Only her method would be much more lethal. That night she was the one in control and bringing him the same amount of pleasure and pain he had once brought to her was the goal.
Walking slowly over to him she placed a hand on the cotton fabric that was covering his lower body. She wasted no time grabbing his male member as she felt the hardness pulsate between her fingers. He was almost ready. From what she remembered, he was only at about halfway engorged. There was so much more for him to go.
“So, you mean to tell me that I only arouse you a little? Maybe you’ve never had sex tied up before? Let me guess. You’ve always been the one to do the tying right?” Vera was getting a kick out of answering her own questions considering that he was not in a position to respond.
Taking her pointer finger, she put it inside her mouth and swirled her tongue around so that he could see as it became wet. Then without warning, she took the same hand and put it under his pants so that she could feel him skin to skin. The man winched slightly at the feel of the moisture touching his member. Under different circumstances he would more than certainly enjoy the exchange. But not like this, bound and gagged. He had never pictured anything like this happening to him in his lifetime.
“There we go. Now we are talking. I don’t know why you are making me work so hard for your… attention. Don’t you want this?”
The man immediately became confused. Surely she was there to kill him. After all, she had managed to enter into his home while he was sleeping, drug him with a substance that made him temporarily paralyzed (except for his groin area apparently) while taunting him with a knife and a story that was supposed to make him remember something. What that exactly was, he still did not know.
Still, his eyes spoke volumes to her. They danced in the moonlight that crept into the room. His body which was still being very responsive to her touch. Why did he have to have such a sexual prowess that his own body did not know when he was hunting versus being hunted? She was winning a game that he had not signed up to play. And all he could do was sit and listen to her as she spoke as well as pray that this nightmare would be over soon. Pray that when it was over, he would still be alive.
Vera continued to caress his bare flesh. She could tell by his eyes that he wanted to squirm, but the drug that she gave him prevented him from making a single move. While he was capable of being aroused and showing emotions behind his eyes, that was about it. He wondered how long it would take for the drug to wear off. How long he would have before he would be able to defend himself. For the moment, he was helpless. Such a peculiar place to find himself in. Anything he did to attempt to free himself from the restraints only continued to prove to make him even more uncomfortable.
The more she rubbed on him, the harder he got. He tried to think of anything other than the fact that she was giving him all this personal attention. Closing his eyes shut, he started to sing in his head the lyrics to the star spangled banner.
That didn’t work.
He then began to recite the alphabet backwards. It still wasn’t working. He winced at the thought of becoming more and more aroused under her touch. Vera relished in it.
Abruptly she moved her hand. It was too early in her plans to give him any type of true pleasure. Vera would give him blue balls first. Imagining that all his life he had been given the easy way out, she refused to allow history to repeat itself that night. No, there was still more narrative that he needed to hear. He was going to understand why she was there. And if she did let him live after that night, he was going to remember it for the rest of his life.
4
Five Years Prior
“I cannot believe you did this to me, Vera.” The look on Nigel’s face was that of more shock than pain. Something that should have stood out to her from the beginning, but for some reason it didn’t register.
Instead, Vera clutched the bed coverings over her body in embarrassment. She was still half sleep and barely was able to realize what just happened. Vera never did consent to this torrid affair, however, there she was caught in an act of passion. She had been sleeping, until she wasn’t. Would he believe her? Would her husband hear out the truth?
“Nigel I’m sorry…I…”
“Sorry, are you fucking kidding me? I run a little late and you are in our bed having sex with the man I hired to play the piano for our anniversary?”
Her heart stopped for a moment. This could ruin years of effort she had put into this marriage. She was supposed to be the one to catch him in an unscrupulous act, not the other way around.
The man who had previously taken his liberties with her and violated the sanctity of their bedroom and marriage had left as quickly and quietly as he had entered. How the hell he got past Nigel and his rage she did not know. Then again, there seemed to be a lack of rage coming from her husband. Again, she was a bit puzzled. Something wasn’t right. Being caught off guard, she couldn’t make heads or tails out of what was happening.
However, Vera did not have the time to investigate further. The night went nothing like it should have. From the dinner to the strange man and even the way her husband was handling the situation as a whole, things were off and happening faster than she could make sense of anything.
“Nigel, you have to believe me. I sent everyone home. That man you hired was adamant about sticking around and waiting for you; said he had already been paid. He played all night until I went to sleep. I asked him to leave before coming upstairs. He simply wouldn’t. I must have been sleeping for an hour. I thought I was dreaming. Next thing I know, this man was having sex with me and you were walking through the door. I didn’t ask for any of this. You have to believe me.”
“I don’t have to believe anything but my two eyes. And my ears. Did you know that you were screaming and moaning in pleasure? That that man fucking smirked at me before he stopped stroking you. I had no idea you were unhappy in our marriage. All you had to do was say something and we could have worked on it.”
None of this was making sense to her. Nigel had never been the ‘work on our marriage’ type before. Why was he playing this role of the caring beau now? She was content for the most part, sure, but there could have been more intimacy between them. He thought that money was all she really needed in life. And to be honest, it was her that gave him that impression. He did the one thing that allowed her to stop doing what she had done in her past to survive as far as he knew. Nigel provided. And now her cushy lifestyle was about to be snatched away and she was an unwilling participant in the act that triggered it.
“So, let me get this straight,” Nigel loosened his tie as he began to walk further into the room. “You are saying you told everyone to go home, but this man, this one man stayed and you let him? Then you left him, this strange man that you never met before in your life, to stay in our home alone while you went to sleep? Upstairs. In our bedroom. Oh, and let me not forget that you had time to change into silk lingerie that gave him easy access to have sex with you? Is that about right?”
Vera had to admit that it sounded crazy as he recanted to her the events of the night. He had a point. The only problem was that
she was telling the truth. It was a shame that she didn’t have any way to prove this. The facts he presented were leaving gaping holes in her defense. And she honestly had no idea how she was going to fix this.
“Please Nigel!” Vera was desperate, weak even. From the moment she had woken up in the midst of a sexual act of pleasure with a man who was not her husband, everything was draining the life force from her. There had to be a way to fix this. For the moment she was lost with just how to do so. This was not something she had anticipated when she woke up that morning. If anything, she had wanted to be in the throes of passion with her husband. Vera needed the to get past that seven year threshold in their marriage, it was important to her.
Her mind was spinning frantically as she tried to figure out a way to make her husband believe her. To be honest, if the shoe was on the other foot, she couldn’t say that she would believe him.
If it were she who walked in on him in the midst of having sex, there would be nothing he could do to convince her to not believe what she saw. It was useless. There was nothing she could do to plead her case. The only thing she could think to do was cry. As if that would help. But Vera felt helpless in that moment. She had been through too much in their marriage to let it end this way. That was not her plan. This was changing everything and the woman was far from happy about it.
Nigel looked on at her disgusted. She could tell by what lay behind his eyes that he wanted nothing to do with her.
“Get out of my house.” The word ‘my’ was laced with so much venom that it made her cringe. He couldn’t be serious. This was their house. The home they built together. She had decorated every corner of the home from the drapes to the silverware. How dare he say that. How dare he take this moment and make it exclusively about him? And while she couldn’t say she blamed him totally, she felt that this was wrong.
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