Still, there was something about it that she loved. She felt herself go limp with resignation.
When she did, he pulled out of her mouth and let her breathe.
So that was it: she had to give in completely.
When he plunged into her throat again, she let him do it, and he began to thrust against her in short pumps, his cock still deeply embedded in her throat the entire time. She felt his free hand on her throat, feeling his own cock through her neck.
Then he pulled out, and let her catch her breath. He did not release her hands, and she sat there, kneeling and trapped, panting, spit running down her face. The thought that she was in the hallway of her work occurred to her suddenly, and it lit a fire of fear and excitement inside of her. For some reason it intensified the excitement of it all.
She looked up at him, and he moved his cock over her lips with tenderness. Then she felt him lifting her by the arms. She rose, and let him press her against the wall, her hands still above her head. They ached now from their constant suspension; she could feel her fingers going numb.
Xavier stepped out of his pants, leaving them on the floor without a care. He dropped her arms, and pushed her backward down the hallway to her own office.
When they entered the room, he pushed papers from a small table and spun her around in one fluid motion. He bent her over the table, and pushed her skirt roughly up and over her waist. Then, thinking better of it, he unzipped it and jerked it down, letting it fall around her ankles. He pushed her blouse up, so that it went over her head and became tangled in her arms and hair, where he left it as a sort of half-bondage. He was pressed against her as he did this, and she could feel his cock between her legs, hard and heavy. Fat. God, she wanted him to fuck her hard with it.
He slid his hands under her bra as he moved back down her body, kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples until she let out a small gasp. His hands were hot and smooth, and they moved over her body until they reached her panties.
He worked his fingers under the material, and slid them over her ass, leaving them at the fold of her lower buttocks. He plunged a finger into her cunt, and made a pleased grunt when he found how wet she was. “You liked that, little girl?” he said.
But she knew he didn't want an answer: her overflowing pussy was answer enough.
She was aching to be filled up by him now, with an intensity she had never felt before.
He stroked her clit with his thumb. He pushed hard on it, and an electric jolt of pleasure went through her. But it was not the teasing, anticipating kind. Not like with Josh. No, this was animal. He was going to squeeze her clit from the inside and the outside, until she was shaking like she was being electrocuted. Like he had before.
She felt his finger move along the inside of her outer labia, and then draw some of her moisture up, up to her...
Was he really going to do that?
She tried to look over her shoulders, and her body stiffened in alarm. He pressed on the small of her back with one hand, and swirled her juices over her asshole with the other. “No, no, we won't do that just yet, calm down.”
She tried, tried to let her body release the way it had when he had gagged her on his cock, but she couldn't give in completely to the feeling of his finger teasing her ass. His cock was too big. Far too big to take in the ass, which she rarely did anyway...
But she had thought about it. She had masturbated thinking about it. She felt a quiver of excitement. Inside of her, a small part of her almost wanted to feel the blunt end of his cock pressed up against her asshole now. Almost wanted to feel the excruciating pain as he entered her for the first time, and then the filling, filling of her most intimate hole. The utter submission, until he exploded and she felt the hot wet cum inside of her.
She realized she was moaning, enjoying his fingers making circles around her ass. She lifted herself up to him, wanting more, and he complied. He dipped a finger into her cunt, and then drew it up to her ass. She winced as he pushed it inside of her, slowly, slowly until her ass opened up, and he could plunge inside of her.
He finger-fucked her for a moment, and she squealed and writhed on the table. The pain faded and all that was left was the aching fullness. He curled his finger downward, and she felt the pressure inside her cunt.
He placed his hands on either side of her buttocks, and slowly, painfully, pulled his finger from inside of her. The lubrication was gone for the final inch of him, and she screeched into her closed lips. He pulled her ass apart, displaying her to him. She felt her thighs straining against her underwear, her feet against the fabric of her dress. Everything was going to be stretched out, ruined by the time he was done with her.
She tried to kick a leg out of her dress, but he stopped her by pressing his cock against her pussy. He rubbed it up and down the length of her slit. His head was so large that it seemed to cover the whole thing. She remembered this feeling from their first time, in the hotel. Like there was no way she could fit him inside of her. He would push her clit inward, turn her inside out.
But she let herself relax against the table, because she knew now that it wasn't true.
He pulled on her buttocks until the flesh of her ass pulled her lips apart with it. He spread her open, and pressed his fat cock against her.
Then he was inside of her. “Oooooh,” she moaned, almost sobbing. Even as wet as she was, and as much as she wanted him, he was big and her body flailed in resistance to the intrusion. He pushed deeper, deeper, slowly filling her. Her insides twisted to accommodate him.
And then he began to fuck her.
He began slowly, and she felt her orgasm building already. His cock pressed hard against her clit from the inside, and she felt her orgasm building from deep inside of her, as she had the first time he fucked her. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
Her body now felt like it was outside of her own control. She could only feel his cock, deep inside of her, stretching open, rubbing her clit and sending her toward a breath-stealing, numbing, blinding orgasm.
She felt his hands on her ass, gripping it more fiercely, kneading her flesh as he pounded himself into her. She felt the wetness of her pussy overflowing, slick on her thighs. She felt his thumbs, first one, and then the other, as they curled inward and pressed against her puckered anus, then pushed into it. A sharp pain as a second finger clawed inside of her and he began to spread her open.
But she barely felt these things; it was all far above the pleasure that was crashing into her, radiating from her very center-most core.
She screamed as she came, but she could barely hear her own voice. Her ears were ringing. She felt his hand as he pulled one thumb from inside her ass and placed his palm over her mouth, lifting her up and trying to quiet her as he slammed even deeper inside of her.
She was already over the edge, and he kept going, rutting away deep inside of her harder and harder until at last he stiffened and plunged so deep she felt it against the wall of her cervix, and then she felt herself being filled with his hot liquid. He released her mouth, and she let herself fall to the desk. Her skin was sweaty, her hair stuck to her face. He thrust a few more times inside of her, groaning as he did.
As with the first time with Xavier, she found herself in awe of the extremity of the sex. Or maybe not so much that, but how much she liked it. Her pussy, she knew, would ache all the way home, for half a day. Maybe more. Her ass was throbbing. Her throat was raw.
She could not believe that she had given in to this kind of raw, animal lust.
Or that she liked it.
Reckless.
Xavier slowly withdrew from her. She felt cum gush from inside of her, down her thighs. She even liked this sensation.
She knew she should be feeling something else as she lowered herself to the floor and gathered her sopping panties and wrinkled skirt. A pop! Came from the hallway, and it should have made her jump: they were, after all, in flagrante. But she felt calm as she shimmied her skirt up and zipped it.
She pulled her hair back with a twist-tie she had spotted on the table in the last moments of her orgasm, and looked at Xavier. He was shaking his head. “You are one piñata full of surprises, Rachel Elliot.”
He leaned against the glass partition to look out into the hallway, and then pushed his lean body back in to inform her that no one was there.
“So,” she said. “See you...Monday, I guess?”
Xavier winked at her, and spun out of the room, wearing nothing but his shirt.
That was all there was to it, right? Rachel thought. Was she saying that to herself because it's what she wanted to believe, or because it was true?
It felt true.
She rearranged the papers on her desk.
Then she looked out at the blinking lights, the final traces of dusk bleeding into the sky.
This was irresponsible. She was being reckless with herself, reckless with Josh, reckless with Xavier. She knew that had to be true.
Now if only she could make herself feel it.
24: WAY OUT
Something he hadn't considered, Josh realized, was his way out.
It was both a small-scale and large-scale problem: he hadn't really figured out how to get out of the building. On a large-scale, he was starting to realize he had no exit plan for whatever it was he had started in his marriage.
He moved calmly, even though he was stunned. He touched the camera frequently, as he placed one foot in front of the other, descending the stairs to the ground level.
He almost didn't see the real world as he pushed through the stairwell door. His mind was too filled with, and simultaneously emptied by, what he had just seen.
His erection was so intense he could barely walk. He was replaying the visuals of Xavier's cock in his wife's throat, the great bulge of it visible in her neck. The sight of his thumbs pulled her apart by the asshole while he rammed his cock deep inside of her.
His ears were filled with the sound of her moans and screams, of pleasure and pain.
It was just all so...much more extreme than he had imagined.
He vaguely registered that the door began to buzz as he went through it in his trance. Maybe he had set some kind of alarm going. No one came running toward him as he crossed the empty lobby and pushed open the main doors, though.
The air had cooled. Only a faint, inky blue remained smeared across the Western sky. He touched his camera again.
The front of the building was still open. He walked into the street, without looking in either direction, and was grateful he wasn't plowed by a car.
Like a robot, he walked to his car and opened the unlocked door. He sat in the driver's seat staring at the windshield. Who knows how long?
He drove to The Flats, a deserted hazardous waste dump that had been turned into a park no one wanted to use. It was windswept and desertified. His was the only car there.
He turned on the camera and replayed his video. He let the pain of it, the entire thing, and the hard, exquisite eroticism of it, fill his cock and his head. All over again, from start to finish, before he freed himself from his pants and jerked out a painful orgasm from his aching body.
What had he started?
He closed the camera.
What the fuck was he doing?
What was he going to do?
Before he had actually seen Rachel with Xavier, he had gone back and forth like a pendulum. Hating this, loving this, planning to stop it, planning to add more fuel to the fire. Before he saw them together, this had all been an abstraction. Something he thought he wanted because he could imagine it.
There had been no way, in his view, to put the brakes on it anyway. Rachel would feel too bad, after he pressured her into doing it.
Right? Isn't that what had happened?
But now, he couldn't imagine what the woman he had just seen would do.
He couldn't say what it was that was eating him. He was in a similar catch-22 he had been before he brought up the idea to her. Only now, he felt he couldn't talk to Rachel because...he feared she might not listen to him. She seemed like a different person than the woman he knew.
And is that what he really wanted? Obviously, he thought, looking at the napkin of his cum in the passenger seat, he was turned on by it still.
He just hadn't expected Rachel to be so...reckless.
The woman in the video was not his wife.
He felt a ripple of pleasure creep along his spine.
God, what was wrong with him?
He exhaled.
He turned on the car, suddenly aware of how ridiculous and creepy he must have seemed out here alone. A middle-aged man with porn on a recorder, jerking off in his car.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
Then he looked at the camera. He twisted his wedding band.
He still had options, he reminded himself.
He still had a plan.
Now the only question, he thought, putting the car in reverse, was whether or not he was reckless enough to use it. When he had crouched in the stairwell with the door propped open and turned on the camera, it had almost made him laugh out loud. His plan, based on a dream, was preposterous.
But now, seeing Rachel so transformed, so unlike herself, his plan seemed realistic after all.
If not realistic, at least no more crazy than all of this had turned out to be.
Find out what Josh has planned, and whether or not he goes through with it, in the sequel to Human Interest. I'll have it out soon! Meanwhile, find more books from Arnica Butler by following this link or turning the page.
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