“Yes, sir,” She agreed, wiggling her ass back and forth, hoping he would give her what she wanted.
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass before, Bianca?”
“No, sir,” she admitted.
“And you want me to fuck you there, don’t you? You want to give me your anal virginity?”
“Anything, sir,” she replied and heard a bottle click open then felt a slick of lube on her asshole.
“Mmm,” he groaned. He pressed his cock against her unused asshole. “I’m going to ruin this little ass, Bianca. You’re never going to forget that I was in here.”
“No, sir,” she gasped.
Finally, he slid himself deep into her butt.
She was stunned by how good it felt, the combination of his desire for her, his satisfaction in her service, and the sensation of having a cock deep in her forbidden hole all mixed to create a thrilling and carnal bliss. She groaned.
He stuffed his fingers into her mouth to keep her quiet. “Shut up,” he snarled. “I don’t want to get caught.”
She pressed her lips together and took it as best she could. The feeling was so new and so alien to her that she could hardly wrap her head around it.
He slipped his hand between her legs and began to stroke her clit; the combination of sensations was enough to have her arching toward climax. He fucked her roughly, stuffing himself all the way into her ass and not holding back an inch. He played with her pussy at the same time, and she tried to keep herself from collapsing into the bed.
She was getting close, so close, needing to cum, needing him to let her—
Then he stopped.
She fisted her hands on the bed and tried to keep from crying out with the pain of it. Surely, he needed this as much as she did.
“Fuck yourself on my cock,” he demanded.
She thought a moment, trying to figure out what he was asking for. Then it hit her, and she began to slowly move her hips back and forth, grinding herself into his cock, pushing him up to the hilt.
He let his hand rest against her cunt.
It wasn’t long before her movements had her close to climax again.
“You’re going to cum with my dick up your asshole, aren’t you?” He muttered, and there was an edge of something to his voice. Disgust, maybe? As though he couldn’t believe how filthy she had become. “Your first time getting fucked in the ass and you’re begging for it,” he sighed then slid one hand to her lower back guiding her back down onto his dick.
“Sir?” she murmured pleadingly.
“I suppose you can cum,” he landed another spank on her ass. “But you better keep fucking me afterward.”
“Oh,” she groaned. Tipping her head back she moved harder and faster.
Her orgasm consumed her all at once. It ripped through her whole body, so intense she felt as though it might tear her apart at the seams.
She buried her face into the covers to keep from screaming. She continued to move against him frantically, extending the pleasure.
A few moments later, she felt his cock twitch inside her as he came. He growled and sank his fingers into her ass, holding her still as he held his cock deep inside her.
When he slipped out, he quickly tucked his cock back into his jeans.
She collapsed onto the bed, trembling and shaking violently. She turned to look at him, some crazy part of her wanting to beg him to stay.
“Clean yourself up,” he ordered, barely glancing in her direction. “And keep your ass prepared for me. I’m going to fuck you there again soon.”
Chapter 13
Good girl
Bianca found herself growing more submissive in her day-to-day life, addressing Zev as “sir” whenever she got the chance. Whenever she thought she could get away with it in front of his family.
She dressed to please him, keeping her underwear off at all times. Making sure every part of her was available to him at any stage.
And he made sure to take advantage of it.
Sometimes, he would walk up to her, fuck her mouth, cum, then leave. Other times he would sneak into her room late at night and get her to ride him with her pussy or her ass, sometimes both. She would make him climax and sometimes he would even allow her release.
One day, he made her wait outside the shower, naked, while he cleaned himself. Then he jerked himself off onto her face and left her there to clean the room and herself.
Another time, he had her kneel next to his desk while he was working. He would use her haphazardly throughout the day as he took care of business. Sometimes getting her to slide between his legs and tenderly blow him while he ignored her. Other times yanking down the top of her dress and cumming all over her breasts.
He liked to paint her body with his cum, then send her back to work, knowing she was dripping with him. She was utterly and completely humiliated, owned in a way she never had been before.
And she loved it.
Every single thing he asked her to do, she completed without question or reservation. Even as things got riskier, like the time Angela and Zev were hosting a brunch and Zev pulled Bianca into a bathroom to fuck her in the ass, making her beg for his cum so loudly she was sure someone would hear them.
He fucked her missionary on the bed he shared with his wife, just minutes after Angela had gone to work. One afternoon, he tied her to the banister of the stairs and used her however he saw fit whenever he walked by, apparently not caring if his wife came back early or someone dropped in to see them.
Bianca craved the risk, she craved the reward, and knew that with every little task she completed for him, he would grow more attached to her.
He treated her like a thing, an object. But she knew there was something deeper there.
He trusted her completely, not just to do what he wanted, but to keep their relationship from the people around them. She’d promised a hundred times never to breathe a word to a living soul, and she meant it. She would do anything to keep things alive between them.
And, as the intensity grew, she found herself growing more and more jealous of Angela. She got to sleep in the same bed with him. She got to fuck him on her terms, and cum when she wanted. She got to touch him, hug him and kiss him whenever she wanted to.
Yes, Bianca was getting access to this other side of Zev, a side he kept from everyone else, but she would have given nearly anything to have one night where he worshipped her the way she worshipped him. To get the treatment that his wife did.
Then, one night, things changed for good.
The line she’d held onto slipped away, and she knew there was no going back.
Zev had woken her from her sleep and pulled her out of bed.
Blearily, she had done as she was told, following him out of her bedroom half-dressed. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but as long as he wanted her to do it, she would.
He pushed her down to her knees outside his bedroom, so she was just out of sight of the door.
She knew Angela was home. What was he playing at? Perhaps she was already asleep, but even then, this would have been a risky move.
“Open your mouth and wait for me,” he ordered, stroking her face gently. He turned to head into his bedroom, leaving the door open behind him.
She ached to sneak a look around inside, to see what was going on in there, but she knew she had to hold back for now. No, for good.
The last thing she wanted was for Angela to figure out what was going on between the two of them. To put the pieces together and work out exactly what it was Zev had been pulling off behind her back. Bianca waited obediently, listening intently, as she heard the creak of the bed.
And then, to her horror, she heard Angela’s voice.
“Mmm . . . baby,” she groaned. “Where did you go?”
“I’m back now,” he replied.
Bianca heard the sound of them making out. She snuck a look around the door and saw Zev on top of Angela, pulling out his cock as a bare-ass naked Angela spread her legs and tipped he
r hips back to invite him to fuck her.
And he did.
Bianca was seething with such jealousy she could barely keep her head straight. How long had she wanted Zev just like that? Kissing her deeply, fucking her slowly, using her body like he adored every inch of it. Was that why he had gotten her to sit out here? To listen and watch as they fucked? To see what she would never be able to have? No, it had to be something more complex than that. Deeper, darker. That was more his style.
She watched them make love until he thrust one last time deep inside her. Angela, quivering, clutched to him and came hard. The noises filling the room burned into Bianca’s memory. She was trembling with a mess of emotions; rage, jealousy, desire. It was more than she could cope with. She watched Angela kiss Zev one last time gently, eyes closed.
When Angela opened her eyes, Bianca realized she could see her kneeling there next to the door.
“Zev?” Angela asked.
“What’s up, gorgeous?”
“I thought I saw something by the door,” she told him.
Bianca’s eyes widened in horror.
“Let me go check it out.” Zev climbed out of bed, his cock still out, and made his way over to the door. He flicked the light switch and found Bianca there waiting for him.
She gazed up at him with utter and complete need. Her mouth still open, waiting.
Zev took his softening cock in his hand and guided it toward her mouth.
Without a second thought, Bianca began to suck on it.
She didn’t care that she could taste his wife all over his dick. In fact, some part of her craved it deeply. Something wild inside her believed she could convince him to give her everything he had given Angela over the years. That she could absorb some of the power that his wife had over him if she tried hard enough, if she sucked the woman’s essence from his cock.
She looked up at him, not daring to take her eyes away from his. He was utterly dominant now, had never been more in control of her. She could see the darkness in his eyes blossoming, growing as the ways he could degrade her filled up his head.
When he was satisfied, he pulled his cock from her mouth.
She let out a little moan of irritation, wanting to continue pleasuring him until she could at least taste his cum.
He simply stroked her head and tucked his cock away. “Good girl,” he breathed, then turned and reentered the bedroom. He went to Angela and closed the bedroom door behind him, leaving Bianca locked out in the dark.
“It was nothing, honey,” Zev told his wife.
Bianca listened as he climbed into bed next to her. She longed more than anything to share that bed with him. To have what he had with his wife, but she knew it would never happen. Not as long as Angela was oblivious to what was going on between them. He couldn’t commit himself emotionally to two women at once. Not without both of them catching on.
As she knelt there on the ground, the taste of Angela’s cunt filling her mouth, it really sunk-in that she would never get what she wanted from him. She could have waited forever, but she would always be his second choice. His slut, his pet, his thing to use.
She couldn’t earn his love and, no matter how hot she found their dominant-submissive dynamic, she needed to leave before things went any further. They were playing a dangerous game, and she wasn’t sure that she had ever been in a place to win it.
She returned to her room in somewhat of a daze and tried to process the thought of going on without him.
She would have to give up all their games, all the sex, all the torturous play that made her cum harder than she’d ever cum in her life. The kids, the job, the luxurious bedroom. But it was worth it. Before she got overinvolved. Before she got hurt.
Zev had made it blatantly clear what he wanted from this relationship. She would have been stupid to hang around waiting for him to change his mind and seek out something more, something deeper.
Bianca realized that it was time to leave.
She began packing her things quietly and hoped that Zev wouldn’t walk in and catch her. Not that she thought he would stop her, but she would find it so hard to leave if she had to look into his eyes.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she hooked her bag over her shoulder.
She’d text them in the morning when her head was better situated, her emotions more stable, and tell them she had to leave suddenly due to a personal emergency. Which wasn’t exactly wrong. She knew that if she stayed much longer with Zev, she would lose what little of herself there was left trying to please him.
She snuck down to the front door of the house and pulled it open.
There was a small part of her that wanted to believe he would come crashing down the stairs, beg her to stay. Tell her that he would give her everything she wanted as long as she just stayed by his side.
But he didn’t.
He remained asleep, next to his wife. Probably confident that his little pet was sleeping across the house, or desperately trying not to touch herself after what he’d done to her.
She slipped out into the night clutching her bag close and pulled out her phone to try and locate a hotel close by that would take her for the night. She could figure out what to do next in the morning.
For now, she just needed to get away.
Chapter 14
She knows
Bianca felt as though she’d been in a haze the last few days since she’d left the household and tried to strike out by herself. Without Zev ordering her around, she felt as though everything she did was for nothing. Like there was no reason for her to get out of bed, to shower, to eat.
She was mourning the loss of a relationship that she’d never really had, and she hated it.
But she promised herself she wouldn’t go back.
So far, Zev had the good graces not to reach out to her and make it harder than it already was. She appreciated that he respected her at least that much. This was probably hard on him too, but there was no way in hell she could do it if he’d asked her to come back. She would have come running. Happy to kneel before him once again.
But she knew that there was nothing for her with Zev except hope. Hoping something would happen between them, but it never would. She had no choice but to move on once and for all.
She’d been looking, idly, at other jobs in the childcare industry; nannies, au pairs, babysitters. None of them appealed to her. So much of what had kept her at that job with Zev were the activities that weren’t advertised in the job post, and she knew she was never going to find that again with anyone else.
So, when she received a call from Angela, she knew that she should have ignored it. Extracted herself from that situation once and for all, moved on and held her head high.
Instead, she told herself, well, it’s just his wife. What’s the worst that could happen? Maybe I’ll find some closure. Finally, move on from this mess.
The two women arranged to meet at a café not far from the hotel Bianca was staying in.
When she arrived, it took her a moment to recognize Angela. She looked so different than the last time Bianca had seen her.
Angela’s hair was scraped back into a ponytail looking as though it hadn’t been washed in days. Yesterday’s make-up was smudged beneath her eyes, and her outfit was crumpled like it had been snatched up off the floor rather than meticulously curated as her looks normally were.
She glanced up as Bianca came in and waved her over to the table.
“Bianca, thank goodness you’re here,” she sighed.
Bianca nervously took her seat opposite the haggard woman.
“I’ve been trying to get hold of you all week, but I couldn’t find your number anywhere for the life of me.”
“What’s going on?” Bianca asked. “Sorry I had to leave in such a rush, I had a family emergency and I had to go. I didn’t want to wake you guys.”
“No, no, I understand,” Angela replied, waving her hand.
And for the first time since Bianca had met Angela, she
felt as though the two of them were on the same level. It was a strange feeling, but she wasn’t opposed to it.
“So, what was it you needed to talk about?” Bianca smoothed her hair, waved the waiter over, and ordered a black coffee. She would need it if she was going to get through this conversation.
“Things have been going to shit since you left,” Angela explained. “I know that’s not what you want to hear, but the kids have been missing you. They won’t go with any of their other sitters. They want you back. And Zev, well, it seemed as though he liked your presence around the house a lot. He wants you around again too.”
Bianca blushed. How much did Angela know? That question had been plaguing her ever since she’d left when she’d been sure Angela had seen her watching the two of them at the door. She wasn’t a stupid woman. Had she found something out? Maybe the guilt had gotten the better of Zev, and he had just come out and told her once and for all?
“Can I ask why you left in such a hurry?” Angela pressed. “I know it’s not my place, but perhaps we could make things a little easier on you. We could pay up some money . . .”
She gave Bianca a long, hard look, as though she was trying to see straight through her, into her mind. But Bianca just shook her head.
She couldn’t come out and tell her the truth. Hell, the truth was too hard for even Bianca to think about right now.
But the thought that she could just go home, to the place where she’d begun to feel comfortable with herself, her sexuality and her body. Embrace that life once more.
No, she couldn’t do that. Not to herself, not to Zev, and not the children. Inflicting that on any of them would be cruel. To come back into their lives when she had a feeling that she wasn’t going to be able to stay. No matter how tempting it was, she had to keep them all at arm’s length. She would get over it eventually.
Wouldn’t she?
She had to believe that if she was going to turn down Angela’s offer to just slip back into everything like nothing had ever changed. She could practically feel Zev’s hands on her, their strength, their roughness. How he would coax her to the edge of orgasm then just pull back sending her twisting, over the edge.
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