Jake
Anna’s heels drum against the table, her body arched. Blair drags har across the surface until her head is off the edge, her short hair dangling. Her lips are darkened. The belt nearly cuts into her neck as Blair twists it. Her eyes are turned to me but I’m unsure if she truly sees me.
Blair drives a savage chop into her breast and she groans, a strangled, airless sound.
“Stop,” I manage to say. “Blair. Stop. She’s had enough.” Blair laughs, a cruel bark, as her hand punches into Anna’s breast again.
“No.” Her answer, so simple.
“Please!” I start forward but her eyes freeze me.
“Are you begging, Jake? For her? Is she too weak even to beg for herself?”
“Fuck you,” Anna croaks. Blair’s grip closes on her breast and Anna writhes in pain.
“Have you, Anna? Had enough?”
Anna is silent. Blair looks at me. “She came at me, Jake. She warned me to leave you alone. I know what that means. You told her, one way or another, that you wanted to fuck me.”
Standing there with a raging erection, I’m silent as well.
“Tell Anna now, Jake. Say ‘I want to fuck Blair more than you,’ and I’ll let her go.”
Anna bucks and twists. Blair tightens the leather choke collar, riding out the frenzy. My mouth is bone dry. I can’t say the words. I can’t. But unconsciously I drift to Blair’s side, an unmoored boat moved by the tide. My erection is only a foot from Anna’s tilted face when Blair’s fingers wrap around it. I shudder as she slowly strokes me, and tears overflow the corners of Anna’s eyes.
“Say it, Jake, and I’ll let her breathe.”
So simple. Tell the truth. Save your wife.
Blair steers my cockhead to Anna’s parted lips, traces them. They are so blue.
“Your marriage is over, either way.” Blair’s voice is soft but far, far from gentle. “Say it.”
The veins in Anna’s breasts are just as blue. Some are broken, leaking bruises.
“If you don’t.” Blair is nearly whispering now. My silence enrages her, but her voice and hands are steady. She has me at the edge of orgasm, poised at Anna’s face, her strangled throat. She denies me there, as I’ve denied her what she wants. As I’ve denied my wife in every way except these words.
If you don’t, what….
“I will make her say it.”
Adam and Eve and the Serpent in Eden. An unholy trinity of temptation, and desire, and sin. Eat of the apple…..and kill what love remains.
“No.” I whisper, and close my eyes. Blair’s hand releases me. Perhaps from contempt. Perhaps only because she needs them both, for Anna. I hear Anna draw breath, a long, shuddering gasp. Her scream is hard after.
Blair
He dares to refuse me. No other husband has before. For a moment, I paused. I came here tonight to take someone. I thought it would be her, left beaten for his return. Then, I thought it would be him, once he chose me, over her, against her will. Now I return to you, Anna.
The ultimate prize is not to take him against your will; it is to make it your will that I take him.
I undo your collar. In my hand it becomes the whip you wielded against me. I satisfy myself with a single, vengeful lash across your breasts, though. Pride should be taken with bare hands. I step back, and wait for you.
The second you stand, I gut you again. Your lower abs cave in. You mewl, a pathetic whimper, that I cut off as you buckle forward with a blow to your ear. You stagger sideways, turning away. I kick the back of one leg, to drop you to your knees; my hand in your hair forces you down to hands and knees then twists your face up.
“Crawl, bitch. Show me the bedroom.”
I see your eyes shift to the right. That is all I need. You slump as I drag you forward, your battered belly sagging to the carpet. I sink my second hand into your hair, and pull you through the doorway. It’s time to find your limits, Anna. You have a husband to give away. I simply have to find the perfect combination of pain and humiliation that peels away your pride.
You will be my masterpiece.
What a beautiful wrought iron footboard you have for your bed. I push your face into its top edge, and simply lean my weight on your skull. My nose still drips blood; the dots fall along the back of your neck and trickle down your spine. Your hands beat against the metal, the upright slats, a rhythm to underline the melody of your agonized cry.
“You whipped me with a belt, Anna,” I snarl. “You whipped my tits. You clawed my pussy.” I don’t need to say more. You understand the enormity of your debt. I push, until I see your blood join mine, running down your face as mine does your back. I turn you over, a piece of meat rotated over the fire. Your arms fall behind the creaking footboard to the surface of the bedding. Your breasts are on display, one nipple raw and red and swollen.
My nails are no belt. But I do my best and of course I honed them for our clash. Methodically I rake red slashes in your perfect flesh. I focus for a moment on your less-injured side. Balance in all things. I sense without turning that Jake hovers behind me. I reach back momentarily and draw my nails along his shaft, and he moans in concert with your sobs. Abruptly, I step aside, leaving you nearly face-to-cock.
“He won’t give himself permission, Anna,” I say. “He wants you to give it.” I wipe a thick drop from his tip and push my fingers into your mouth. “A final taste, dear. Before you beg me.”
“No,” you sob. Stubborn bitch.
I drag you stumbling on your knees around the side of the bed, flinging you up and across it. One flailing foot hits my shoulder but it does little to stop me as I take your panties. With one claw in each thigh, I split you wide. Your inner thighs strain, muscles stretched. Your silken pussy opens invitingly, your clit glistening. “No!” Your sob rises to a scream as I plant my knee against your left leg. You know it is to free up my right hand.
In two minutes of hell, I turn your pussy into hamburger. I make what you did to me seem like a gentle caress. You could have given me the confession I want ten times over; I was lost in a fog of vengeance. Your body is soaked in sweat. Your final scream breaks as I plunge a thumbnail into your clit, and simply push.
“Take him,” you whisper.
I shake my head. You know it isn’t me that you are to command. You turn your face to the wall. When you can speak again, your voice is barely there. “I want you to fuck Blair.”
I straddle your hips, slap your ruined breast, and grip your chin to turn your face to his. “Louder.”
You shriek the words. You mean them, with all your heart. You simply want it over.
I know. I was you, once, Anna. Another woman was that neighbor, in my marriage. I stretch like a cat over you as Jake penetrates me with a desperate grunt. We are nose to nose when he cums.
Within a week, two houses are for sale. I move on. So do you, Anna.
Anna
I meet them at a block party. David and Jacqui. They smile, but her eyes are wary.
“Hi!” I chirp. “I guess we’re neighbors now!”
