Submitting to Her

by Max Sebastian

  Big hands - I knew what that was supposed to signify. It seemed Brandon was perfectly selected to make me insanely jealous, to really drive home the misery. My stomach was tied up in knots.

  He resumed kissing her breasts, and she brushed her long flowing cocoa locks back over her shoulder, out of the way. She fumbled to remove her skirt, lifting this leg and then that, with Brandon helping her to pull it over her thighs and round over her knees and calves. She kept her panties on, and even covered her breasts up again with that thin black top.

  Oh, but there went the top as well, upwards, over her head.

  And they were kissing again, hands gliding over each others' heads, making me wonder whether this was proof that my Zoey had nothing but contempt for me, and no plans other than to hurt me, to avenge herself.

  Yet I so craved her, even now. I was considering whether there might be some way to signal to her that I was still keen to serve her, even if she did no longer wish to give me any rewards, kisses or otherwise.

  "…oh shit…"

  "…baby, you don't… waiting for this…"

  God, she was sliding up and down on his lap as though using a rowing machine. I could tell he must have been hard, she must have been dry-humping his offensive weapon.

  Then Zoey was fumbling with Brandon's belt, sliding her body down his legs, ducking to kiss his lower abdomen, just below that ridiculous washboard stomach that would have made any woman wet her underwear at a hundred paces. From the way she knelt over him, I couldn't quite see the monster, but as she slid down further, her pussy grinding into the rough denim covering his leg, suddenly there it was in her hands. Pale compared to the rest of him.

  Actually smaller than I'd feared.

  Oh, but it was there, in her hand and in her mouth. She was sucking another man's cock, right in front of me.

  "…that's it… suck it, baby…"

  I felt bile filling my stomach, sharp, ugly.

  From where I sat, it appeared to take a while to get him up to full hardness. She was licking him, sucking him, taking his balls in her mouth. He stroked her hair, pulling it out of her face, and she seemed to be trying every trick in the book to coax him up into maximum stiffness. There was that irresistible hope building in me, that this wasn't going to work. After all this time, and all their history, these two were incompatible.

  But, eventually, perhaps only slowed by alcohol, the beast was fully awakened.

  "…Mmm… I've missed this…"

  For a moment or two, she continued to please him with her mouth, pumping away with her hand while looking up at him, appearing intent on being his faithful servant. She was so different with him than she was with me - almost seemed like a different girl. Zoey was subservient to this guy in the way I was to her.

  I was thinking it was about time Brandon returned the favor now, wasn't it? Like I was a director leading a porn shoot, I wanted to bark directions. Maybe I wanted to see a direct comparison - could he make her squirm like I could with my mouth? Part of me was hoping he couldn't, that it would clearly show I was still relevant to her, still had value for my beautiful Zoey. The other part of me hoped he could actually satisfy her sufficiently that she wouldn't feel the need to go further with him.

  They were up, moving now, like it was the end of a song and they were readying themselves for the next choreographed dance number.

  But no, no, it wasn't going the way I wanted it. The director was not pleased. Brandon was kneeling up, shuffling around, and Zoey was turning on a dime to present her rear to him. No, I was not happy, I was really not happy. Cut! Cut!

  Was she really going to do this to me?

  "…well, look at that…"

  "…come on, do it…"

  I felt my cheeks burning, I imagine they must have been all flushed as my whole system was filled with white-hot horror.

  Brandon was holding his big hard cock up, edging it closer to Zoey's pert behind, and I noticed that she had positioned herself so I could see her pussy in full as the gross, swollen tip of his organ touched against her delicate pink petals.

  She was showing me, she was really showing me. God, he wasn't even going to use a condom.

  Brandon's big, hard, godlike cock eased into Zoey's pussy. My Zoey's pussy. She groaned, long and low, and then he started a rocking movement, one hand placed on her lower back to help guide the motion as he pumped into her from behind.

  "Oh God, that feels so good…"

  She looked back at him, and there was real desire, real need in her face, with her mouth open to suck in air, her brow slightly creased as though she was focusing hard on what was happening to her.

  I felt so crushed, my heart being caressed by a cheese grater. And yet I was hard as a rock as I sat there watching.

  I saw her mouth the word "fuck", and it was not an instruction, it was a reaction. He was beginning to really pound her now. She turned away from him, eyes closed, just feeling the moment, her whole body rocking in mirrored rhythm to his pounding, her hair swinging around and beneath her face like a chandelier in an earthquake.

  "Oh my God… oh my God..."

  She put one hand back, her fingers splayed out over the buttock closest to me, and she pulled her cheeks apart, and I wonder if she was trying to make sure I could see Brandon's obscene colossus defiling her.

  Then suddenly, her face was turned to me, as though she was a swimmer doing the front crawl, turning her head to the side to grab the next breath.

  And her eyes connected with mine.

  Chapter Thirteen

  A million volts shot through my chest as she looked at me and merely groaned, really rubbing it in.

  I didn't move from where I was sitting cowering on the floor by the side of my bed, and I knew I wouldn't move unless there was the risk that Brandon might spot me.

  It was so awful she was looking at me like that, a real darkness in her lust-filled eyes as she breathed forcefully, and her old college boyfriend slipped out of her briefly before ploughing back in, driving his fulsome cock into her beautiful body, which was to have been mine.

  Was she angry? Was this real revenge?

  "Oh fuck, Bran… oh yeah…"

  She made a show of how glorious Brandon was making her feel, shutting her eyes, moaning as though she was sampling the most expensive foods, which someone else was providing her because I could not possibly afford them. Belittling me, showing me what I was missing.

  Zoey turned around again, and now without Brandon moving an inch, she was replacing her pussy with her mouth, sliding that enormous ugly thing into her pretty face - and looking directly at me this time as she did so.

  She smiled as she blew him again, and I was sure Brandon thought it was because she was so enchanted by his cock. I knew it was because she liked this, she liked teasing me, liked wounding me. She was my boss, she was my drug, but she was Brandon's slut.

  Doing things with him she wouldn't allow me.

  She must have tasted herself on his cock - did she like that? Or was she suffering it merely to check out my reaction, because she forgot to monitor me while she was gobbling his fulsome before.

  They moved again - next dance, please. The transition seemed unnatural, she was lying on her side now, directing him to spoon her, and then as she lifted one leg to show me everything, he was following her clear instruction to slide his marble column back inside her.

  My Zoey bit her lip and screwed up her face in bliss as the other man squeezed his big hard dick within her tightness.

  She was straining for oxygen as he started up that relentless rocking motion again.

  And there were her eyes again, latching onto my grotesque gargoyle stare as Brandon slipped one of his hands under her body to clutch at her breast - in an unconscious but highly demonstrative gesture of possession. He owned her, this exquisite creature with whom I was so obsessed. She pulled his other hand to fasten over her other breast as though she was confirming it to me.

  She closed her eyes for a moment to
deal with the sensations flowing through her body from his awful fucking, but then she was glancing across the De-Militarized Zone towards me again, to ensure I was still watching, still appreciating what this big blond ton of fun was doing to her in place of me.

  That furrowed brow, that struggle to keep sucking in enough breath to cope, and she was just driving it home how incredible this stupid man was making her feel.

  "…Holy shit, Bran…"

  Then, briefly, she smiled at me, and strangely, it seemed to me almost loving, like she was saying to me silently that this was all well and good but the only reason she was getting off on this big brutish beast was because I was watching her.

  Well. Somehow, my heart was lifted.

  Now, they moved again for the next dance, and for some strange reason I found myself calming down. Relaxing. Like she had just confirmed to me that he was just a big sex toy to her, the real eroticism was in having me here. That reassured me I was still part of her world, still valuable to her, still very much needed.

  Brandon was lying back on the bed, only this time stretched across it, so that when Zoey straddled him, lining herself up reverse Cowgirl style, she opened her legs and I got the full view of her pretty little flower opening up as she sank down on his shaft.

  She touched her clit as she now rode him, and looked across at me again, and there was that smile. She loved me watching.

  "Oh yeah… oh, that feels good..."

  Taking courage in my reassessment of the situation, I smiled back at her, and she responded by beaming even more brightly at me as she continued to fuck her old sex toy. I felt reassured, rewarded for my suffering. Empowered by objectifying my rival.

  With Brandon safely laid out on that bed, Zoey's body was in the way so that even if he did sit up, I was safe from his view.

  I hauled myself up now, perching on the edge of my bed, and showed her how hard she was making me.

  She licked her lips quite ostentatiously, slowing her movement bounding up and down on Brandon so that she could appreciate her view of me. I touched myself with a couple of fingers, ostensibly to show her more clearly the full promise of my erection by holding it up for her, but the temptation was a little too great to do a little more than just hold it up for her. She gave her head a little shake.

  No.

  It was subtle, but as clear as a couple of semaphore flags.

  You're not allowed to touch it.

  She pulled Brandon's cock out of her pussy, but remained in that position, wedging it up against her pussy and her clit now, stroking it with her hand to press it up against her little sensitive button. Rocking her hips back and forth a little as she used his dick as her own personal sex toy.

  She looked across at me again, and she was smiling, and it was such a pretty sight even with someone else's dick between her thighs.

  Zoey giggled, and I had to admit there was a funny side to all this, a ridiculous side to all this. I couldn't help sharing this new lightness of spirit, though I didn't know the complete explanation for her laughter. I heard Brandon asking what she was laughing at, demanding to know what he had done to amuse her. She just shrugged.

  "I don't know… it just seems so naughty…"

  She shrugged and skipped daintily off his lap - with almost no warning at all. I had to take evasive maneuvers to get the hell out of the way before he could catch sight of me.

  Brandon stayed exactly where he was, flat out on his back, didn't move one iota, didn't see yours truly.

  Then Zoey was lifting a leg back over him, facing him this time as she straddled him, guiding his cock back inside her, so that I could watch them from behind, their physical union so graphically displayed, and even more so as she reached both hands back to grasp her butt and spread her cheeks further apart for my own personal viewing pleasure.

  Their motion was very slow now, and I guessed Brandon was nearing his end. His long shaft withdrew inch by inch, his flesh made glossy by Zoey's profuse moisture, his veins prominent as he edged towards climax.

  And - oh my God.

  The tip of his cock slipped out of her pussy, while remaining nestled in her folds, and I saw wetness seeping, almost bubbling out of their union. At first, I thought it a shocking amount of come from a girl. Then I realized it was his come.

  "Oh God, that's it…"

  She wiggled her butt a little, playfully, dislodging him from his place up against her flesh, and his last few spurts splashed cream all over her pussy. I saw through their legs there were little puddles of come on Brandon's washboard stomach.

  It must have been a while since Brandon had had sex, judging by the copious volumes he'd produced, now also dripping from Zoey's tender folds to add to the puddles on his ridiculously toned abdomen. If Zoey was on the withdrawal method, even though most of his come was plastered over her skin, it was still probably time to scurry to a nearby pharmacy.

  Yet despite the anguished horror I felt at this moment, my own cock was harder than ever before, my body wracked with this incredible urge to march straight in there and penetrate little miss Zoey Schoenberg myself.

  No doubt it was some kind of primeval instinct thing, for a male to go in and displace his rival's seed from the female. For me, it just seemed to be an enormous turn-on I could do nothing about.

  *

  Afterwards, she remained sitting on his softening cock a few moments, and they hugged, but I couldn't see Zoey's face, couldn't see what she was thinking.

  I couldn't hear a lot of what they said to each other, but at one point I picked up Zoey saying: "Are we good, sweetheart?"

  He said: "We're good. Very good."

  I felt a jab of pain stab my heart. Was this becoming more of a thing? Was she telling him they were back together?

  Oh dear Lord - was Brandon going to spend the night? I suddenly felt that that could be almost worse than him fucking her, because if he stayed over with her, cuddling her as they fell asleep, it meant he was more than just an object to be used.

  Now that I'd been bludgeoned by this new reality that seemed to exist between Zoey and I, a reality that challenged the ordinary boundaries of monogamy apparently, but since I had no control in this relationship I simply had to accept, I could just about cope with the idea that Brandon was merely a sex toy for her. I had always been pretty conventional in terms of one-on-one relationships, but somehow that wicked smile I received from Zoey while she had been riding his cock had been so sexy, it had adjusted my standards. Yet I really didn't think I could handle it if she actually went to sleep in his arms.

  Might she now consider this was punishment enough for my transgression? Or was she looking for a longer-term revenge, perhaps intending to renew her relationship with Brandon alongside or in place of our own?

  At last, they got up from the bed, moved away out of my visual range. What were they doing? Hope once again leached into my bloodstream.

  Still my wait continued - I was tearing my hair out. You might not have thought it, but this waiting was almost worse than when I'd been sitting there watching them fucking. Better the devil you know and all that: I was now sitting there terrified that Zoey wasn't showing Brandon out the door, she was in the bathroom with him, both of them perhaps brushing their teeth or otherwise preparing for sleep. They'd shortly be back to curl up together on the bed before extinguishing the lights.

  Maybe they'd both gone out again. They were out searching for a late-night bar, a nightclub.

  I had that ugly feeling inside me again, the mixture of resentment, regret and guilt. The feeling that I had only brought this on myself, that this was my just dessert for the awful human being I had been.

  A few moments more, and I still couldn't hear anything in the room next door. They had left me.

  *

  I pulled myself up off the floor now, feeling my muscles aching from the odd position in which I had spent far too much time watching the terrible scene next door. It was actually physically painful as I now slipped into bed, stretching o
ut under the cool white sheets, but I welcomed that pain. It was just what I needed to distract from the anguish now tearing up my heart.

  Face buried in the pillows, I found myself consumed by exhaustion - it had been a tiring day with the RJS pitch, the pressure of meeting Zoey's old college friend and then having to watch her fucking him. Crouching there on the floor, I hadn't appreciated just how much fatigue there was in every muscle in my body.

  I began to succumb to sleep, feeling really quite sorry for myself, even mulling over the possibility I would have to look for a new job, being unable to handle the rejection from my boss.

  But then I heard something - a door closing quietly, and then felt movement of my sheets, and quite suddenly a cool body was sliding up beside me in the bed, skin still a little damp from her shower.

  All fears seemed to melt away from my body, but I was just too exhausted to really respond to her in any active way. Teetering on the edge of slumber, there was just enough oomph left in me to ask her: "What were you laughing at, when you were with him?"

  She chuckled, and I felt her leg glide up over mine, so smooth, like velvet, and so warm where she rested on me.

  Then she whispered: "Because Brandon's never once made me come - not even close, all the time we were together. But with you watching, I came like a freight train."

  I now slipped into unconsciousness, but there was a huge smile spread across my face, from the knowledge that Brandon was gone, and my Zoey was draped over me, rewarding me for coping through the extreme punishment.

  Rewarding me with the supreme honor of being able to fall asleep with her.

  Chapter Fourteen

  We slept late into the morning, it being Saturday there was no pressure to be anywhere. I woke around 10am to the irresistibly feminine perfume my Zoey wore, and for a while just gazed at the goddess lying beside me half covered by bed sheets, in awe at her beauty.