Dark Passions: Dark Romance Boxed Set, page 68
“Isn’t that the hottest thing you’ve ever seen?” he asked Jason.
Jason nodded, and Rose watched him take his fingers and methodically run them up and down his cock.
“Now Rose,” Matt said. “I want you to answer this truthfully. What is making you wet right now: watching your husband stroke himself, or my cock pressed up against you while I play with you?”
Trick question.
“My husband,” she quickly answered.
The searing pain across the right side of her face came first, and the strong slap’s cracking sound followed after. A tear blazed a trail along her hot cheek. It wasn’t from the pain: it was an uncontrollable response to seeing Jason grab his throbbing cock with his full hand and moan pleasurably a second after Matt’s open palm connected with her face.
“Tell us the truth, or I’ll hurt you again,” Matt said. As if that slap wasn’t enough, he pinched her left nipple to demonstrate what he meant. “Keep looking at Jason.”
I don’t like this game. Who am I fooling? This is insanely hot. Completely humiliating, but maybe that is what is making this so hot.
“Your cock,” she said.
He pinched her nipple again. “Whose cock?”
“Matt’s cock.” Her eyes blurred from the tears she held back, and kept staring at Jason as she winced in pain. She waited for him to leap off the chair, punch Matt, and drag him out of the hotel room. Instead, he kept stroking himself slowly as if he was mesmerized by Matt’s actions.
Matt turned her head away from Jason, told her to keep her eyes on Jason, and shoved his tongue into her mouth.
“Now look at me, Rose.” She turned and searched his face. “I love you, Rose. I wanted you since the day I met you. I wanted to fuck you in your wedding gown the day you married Jason. You know this to be true, and when you cut me off from you years ago, that was the saddest day in my life. I never quite got over it until tonight.”
“Now answer me truthfully,” Matt continued. “Do you love me as much as you love Jason?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Matt turned her head back towards Jason. “Tell him.”
Rose bit her lip as she stared at her husband. “Jason, I love Matt as much as I love you. I’m so sorry.”
Please forgive me, Jason. I needed his words, his voice. You don’t know what he did to me.
The slap on her breast wasn’t as hard as the one delivered earlier to her face, but it stung so much that a fresh set of tears rolled down her face. Matt hissed in her ear not to ever apologize for the feelings she had for him to anyone: not Jason, not her parents, not her friends, not anyone.
It dawned on her that this was one of Matt’s fantasies that they talked about towards the end of their emotional affair. His desire to humiliate her, to smack her for reasons she wouldn’t be able to figure out. Rose recalled fingering herself furiously in her car as she listened to him detail all the ways he wanted to hurt her, and how her moans into her mobile phone caused him to drop his phone when he came. Matt made her slap her thigh so he could hear what it sounded like. They never rehashed or repeated that particular conversation, and she remembered it was the first time Matt ever said he loved her. Rose couldn’t bring herself to vocalize her complicated feelings in return, and it was the last time Matt said it.
“Jason, I’m going to punish her if you lie. Think of what I’m capable of before you answer. Are you jealous that your wife loves me, and does watching me play with her turn you on?”
Jason cleared his throat. “I’m not jealous anymore. I knew about it for a long time, and yes, nothing turns me on more than watching you with her.”
Rose’s mind went into a tailspin, and she braced herself for some sort of physical pain. He knows. He knew for a long time. He never confronted me.
“Great answer, Jason. Have you ever seen a whore’s cunt up close?”
Jason laughed. “You know I’ve never been with a prostitute.”
Matt, please don’t do this to me. I can’t even cope with all of this finally out in the open. Please don’t.
Rose’s silent pleadings did nothing to stop Matt from removing himself from under her arms, pushing her on her back, arranging her hands over her head again, and finally, spreading her legs as wide as they could. Rose could only see Jason if she lifted her head, and she was too scared to move.
“Look at how well she hides it,” Matt said as he put his hands on her inner thighs, and massaged his way up to her pelvis. He pulled back both of her thick outer labia. “Isn’t she so lucky that she can hide her cunt like that even when she waxed all the hair off it? And she is all wet underneath it all. Look at how wet we made her.”
Jason must have nodded or given some other silent approval because Matt brought one of his fingers to his mouth, licked it, and then started to run his fingers up and down her slit. This was such a welcome relief after all the physical and emotional pain he dealt her, but she remained cautious.
“Did she ever tell you where her g-spot is? No? Let me show you. Actually, she’ll show you. I used to tell her on the phone to scream when she found it herself.”
Two fingers spread her open. Two fingers entered her. He prodded and pressed inside using different angles. And then she let out a loud yelp as she coated his fingers with moisture.
“There we go. Found it.” He proceeded to fuck her with his fingers, but never quite pulled them all the way out. Instead, he kept his long fingers bent at a knuckle, and hammered that spot over and over again until Rose started clutching at the coverlet below her bound hands. The wet slapping sound gave her away; she begged Jason with her eyes to forgive her for loving that Matt was in complete control of their bodies.
“Look how she loves that, Jason. Should I make her come for you?”
Finally, Jason spoke. “Do it.”
“Hmm,” Matt mocked as he kept slamming his fingers. “I think we should make this whore watch you watch her come.” Just as she felt she was on the precipice of orgasm, his fingers disappeared and she saw him suck on them. He got off the bed, walked over to the dresser behind Jason, opened a drawer, and took out something small and pink out that quickly disappeared in his hand. Rose panted, and he came back to arrange her in the same “game play” position they were in earlier.
“Spread those legs,” he ordered her. “Keep your eyes open no matter what, and only look at Jason.”
Rose’s lips trembled a bit as she looked at her husband still loosely stroking his cock with an occasional tug at his balls. Wrapping his left arm around her breasts, Matt started playing with her right nipple; the same one Jason sucked on earlier and Matt slapped as well. She heard a click noise followed by a high-pitched buzzing sound.
In all of her years married to Jason, they never purchased a vibrator or any kind of sex toy. That sound couldn’t be mistaken for anything else though, and she had a pretty good idea that was the object in Matt’s right hand.
“Now you show him,” Matt whispered in her ear after brushing back her damp hair. “Show him how I make you come.”
Her husband’s eyes moved down her body to where Matt’s hand was by her sopping wet nether region. A jolt went through her as Matt pressed his hand up lightly against her vulva. It felt like both her outer and inner lips were vibrating at a high speed, and it didn’t even directly touch her hardened clit yet.
Rose pulled her wrists downwards so that they rested on the back of Matt’s neck, and she wanted to throw her head back on his shoulder. He laughed as he straightened her head so that it was aimed squarely back at Jason again, and he pressed the vibrator deeper to touch her clit. It felt like a hundred plastic needles were sticking her, and she couldn’t resist moaning.
Jason picked his head up and told her to let go and to come for him. Her thighs started to shake as Matt urged her on as well. He started putting more pressure in a circular motion around her clit, and that is when her dam burst. Jason’s eyes went wide, and she saw he was still going slow on himself, but with a much firmer grip. She wanted to climb on his lap and ride on him, but she knew there was no way Matt would allow it, and Matt told Jason that he should wait and not to climax yet.
All she saw when the orgasm took over was Jason’s slack jawed stare back at her.
“Look at the mess our whore made,” Matt said. “What else do whores do, Jason?”
“They get on their knees,” Jason replied.
Whore. They called me a whore.
Matt unwound himself from her body, and she sunk backwards on to the bed as she gasped from the waves subsiding.
“That they do, Jason. They certainly do that.”
6
Rose barely summoned enough energy to turn herself over from her back to her stomach. Getting on her knees was the hardest part, and a huge sense of relief flowed through her when Matt pushed her back forward so the top half of her body could rest on the bed.
“Let’s see how good of a job you did here,” she heard Matt say from behind her. Fingers spread entered the crack of her ass and pulled her cheeks apart.
Oh no. Not again.
“Look at it,” Matt said. “She is still tight; she should open up immediately, and her ass should want to swallow you. Instead, she is resisting and still needs a ton of lube.” One of the fingertips vacated a cheek, probed her anus and the inflamed skin around it stung.
“No, Matt… please don’t!” she begged.
The hard open-palmed smack on her ass made a sound that reverberated off the walls. The nerve endings in her right ass cheek seemed to pause from the shock, and then the true reality of pain hit her a second later. A hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to the point where she thought her neck would break, and Matt’s hot breath was right next to her ear.
“Don’t you ever tell me ‘no’ again,” he said in a menacing voice. “Do you fucking understand me?”
Yes. And now I remember this particular conversation.
The grip on her hair tightened and jerked a bit more. “Answer me!”
“Yes!” she cried.
He shoved her head down into the pillow, and the mattress springs squeaked as his weight from the bed disappeared. It frustrated her that she couldn’t see what was going on to confirm her suspicions, and all she could hear was her husband in the chair behind her sporadically groaning and the soft sounds of him slowly jerking himself off.
Her ears picked up Matt’s footsteps on the carpet, a drawer opening and closing, then what seemed like plastic packaging ripping apart. A strange sound of metal clicking against metal. Too scared to move her head from the pillow, Rose felt like she was inhaling her own harsh breath. Footsteps moved Matt back towards her, but he didn’t get back on the bed.
“Spread your legs more, and get up on your elbows,” he commanded from behind her. She obliged by sliding her right knee a few inches towards the edge of the bed, and raised her head from the pillow. Her right cheek still stung from the slap, and she thought how much of a mark it would leave if he hit her again.
“More,” Matt said. She heard that weird clicking sound again as she inched her knee even further and tried to equalize her weight on her elbows and forearms. Rose clutched her bound hands against the headboard in a death grip that caused her knuckles to turn white.
“Good girl,” Matt said. “See? All you have to do is treat her like the whore she is and she’ll respect you.” Rose heard her husband agree as a hand returned to her cheeks to spread them apart again. Hurt briefly flashed through her mind at Jason’s agreement with the word Matt called her. Something cold, smooth, and coated with a liquid pressed against her anus. She tried to quell the panic building inside her.
“Do you have a good view?” Matt asked, presumably of Jason. Again she heard her husband agree; it sounded like his breathing was more labored than before, and she could hear the unmistakable sound of the strokes on his cock slap faster.
“This is how you stretch her. Watch.” The cold liquid metal pressed harder on her anus. She tightened her muscles instinctively, but the pressure kept insisting to bypass it, making her grunt as the object got wider.
Finally, her anus loosened enough for the object to enter and then immediately closed around it; she tempered her groan by gritting her teeth. Something slightly bigger than a quarter was inside her; it felt spherical and it pressed up against her internal anal wall as if it wanted to drop out. What felt like a thick string cut into the flesh between her anus and vagina. And another cold object hit her inner thigh’s skin.
This is Matt’s fantasy. One of the first ones he shared with me. He wanted to do this to me. He wanted to tie me up and shove them into my ass.
“That is the most beautiful thing I think I ever saw,” Jason said breathlessly behind her.
Rose’s muscles wanted the invasive object out of her, and they convulsively contracted and expanded in an attempt to push it out. The tender flesh guarding the opening burned hotter each time, and it felt like she lost control of her own body’s functions. The hand spreading her cheeks apart disappeared, and she mentally braced herself against another stinging slap with a sharp intake of breath.
Please don’t hit me again, Matt. Please take it out of me. Please just stop this and fuck me instead.
All she could do was silently beg him.
A hand firmly pushed down on her torso until her chest rested flat against the coverlet, and her lower body rose up because there was nowhere else she could go. Then half a minute later, a wet finger pushed past her labia, found her clit, and lightly teased it with a repetitive back and forth motion. Relief washed through her.
“You’re going to keep that in, or I’m going to pinch that clit between my fingernails so hard, they’ll hear you scream on the first floor of this hotel,” Matt hissed. “And if you want to scream, then you better do it in that pillow. You will hold all of them in, and I will be the only one to take them out.”
Rose willed her body to resist the pleasure that tortuous finger gave her, get off the bed, and run out of the hotel room. Her body denied her, and she bit the pillow covering beneath her face instead.
Another smooth, soaking object pressed up against her anus. It was bigger than the one inside her, but not significantly larger. She did her best to relax her muscles, and it slid in easier than the first one. She could feel it brush up against its mate inside her anal cavity, and she promptly let out a small scream into the pillow. The rubbing on her clit intensified, and she couldn’t stop her hips from grinding slightly against that finger which pulled away to allow only the fingernail to graze it.
That’s it, right? Two? I can handle two. Please stop there and let me grind against you.
“That’s my good girl,” cooed Matt. “See? She probably figured out how amazing it will be if I put in a few more.”
More? How many are left?
“Matt,” her husband groaned. “Put the big one and the rest in her. I’m getting close. I can’t hold back anymore.”
It is a little unsettling to hear my husband groan another man’s name. I can’t think about that right now. The big one? There is a bigger one?
Her cheeks felt more of the newest entrant than the two prior, and the finger rubbed harder into her clit. Rose squeezed her eyes shut beneath the blindfold and saw small explosions in the blackness. The metal ball dwarfed the two inside her, and it kept pushing into her.
“Open up and relax, or it is really going to hurt,” Matt warned her.
It hurts no matter what. But you know I love the pain and the thrill that comes with it.
Her muscles didn’t want to cooperate, and instead of relaxing, they tensed up and tried to push out the existing balls inside her. The rubbing stopped, and another finger joined the one already on her clit to surround it. Her full attention switched to her pussy, and what was about to happen to it.
At the same moment, the largest metal ball covered in liquid shoved violently into her, along with some smaller ones immediately after. Rose exhaled a long, guttural moan into the pillow, and felt relieved that this phase was finally over. The fingers disappeared. There were so many balls in her that she lost count of them. All she could hear was the sound of her short, hurried breaths escaping through her clenched teeth along with her rapidly beating heart.
One of them said something about a reward and swallowing her husband’s cock, but everything was lost in a hazy cloud of pain. The conversation around her sounded like it was coming from the next room. It took all of her concentration to keep her muscles tight against all those metal balls in her and to fight off the temptation to push them out of her.
The powerful slap on her left cheek snapped her back to reality.
“I said sit the fuck up!” Matt said, pausing between each word to emphasize how serious he was about it. Rose didn’t know where she found the strength to push up her heavy body with her hands and sit back on her knees while maintaining the tense hold on the anal balls. Someone pressed fingers against her asshole, as if to double insure those balls wouldn’t come out, and exerted upward pressure on her shoulder to raise up off her calves, while her feet dangled over the edge of the bed.
Everything happened so quickly. The weight of someone else on the bed caused a depression in front of her, someone’s head placed itself between her thighs, fingers spread her pussy, and a tongue was on her clit. She was told to lean forward and swallow, and she wound up straddling her arms on either side of her husband’s hips with her bound hands grasping the base of his swollen rod.
Jason’s familiar cock hit the back of her throat. After she finished gagging on it, she ran her tongue around the crevice beneath its tip, then proceeded to take him inch by inch. Rose was vaguely aware that a second set of hands were on her pussy and spreading her open. A finger inserted itself, then it was quickly joined by another. They bent forward at their respective knuckles, searching for her g-spot again. They paused at the wall directly opposite of where she held the balls inside her, then retreated to keep her spread open.
