Evil Of Love

by Echeverria, N. L.

  Steph,

  I miss you already. I miss your sweet scent and the feel of your milky skin. If you get this message please message me back and let me know if you have webcam. I need to see you again.

  Growing harder with every thought of you,

  Eric

  I stare at the screen for what feels like eternity and then it Bings, notifying me of a new email. I promptly open it up.

  Eric,

  I miss you too. Thank you for today. I’ve waited so long to feel you again. Feel you between my legs.

  P.S. Yes, I have webcam. I’m logging in now, but give me a moment because I’ve never used this thing before.

  Can’t wait,

  Steph

  Tapping my desk, impatiently waiting for the box to appear on my computer, alerting me that someone is trying to chat through webcam, I can’t help but get butterflies in the pit of my stomach and already I’m getting hard again. As soon as I see the alert I click it, switching the web chat on and I’m instantly greeted by Steph’s beautiful round face, framed with her long silky auburn hair. Here it is four in the afternoon, sun shining, and I’m hiding away in my computer room, getting ready to get off to the girl I love, via the internet.

  Her brown eyes look at me and I sigh to myself as I watch a shy smile spread across her face. She’s embarrassed. “You look beautiful Stephanie. God, I wish you were with me right now.”

  “Thank you, Eric. I wish I was there too.”

  “I don’t want to talk about us or your husband. I want to talk about you. You are incredibly beautiful. Why don’t you stand up and show me what you got on?” I ask, as the thin white straps on her shoulders show she changed her outfit from earlier today.

  “I’m wearing a light summer dress,” she says as she stands up and does a full circle. I moan inwardly as I get a peek of her ass cheeks as she twirls. “Oh, and I’m not wearing any underwear,” she whispers as she takes her seat back in the computer chair. God, this girl drives me crazy!

  “Oh yeah? Can you show me?” I ask, not sure if she’s going to take the bait or be disquieted that I’m asking her through the computer.

  Without responding she stands up and moves away from the computer desk so that I can see her from about the middle of her thigh to her midsection. Oh, how I wish I could taste every inch of her. She turns around so that the back of her is in my direction. I slouch back in my chair, giving my manhood a good rub, attempting to tame it. Her delicate fingers grab the bottom of her white dress, lifting it slowly, inch by inch, until her ass is fully exposed and then unexpectedly she leans forward, showing me the perfect shot of her delicious pussy. She’s perfection. She slowly turns around, dress still held above her hips, until her smooth pussy is facing the computer screen. That does me in, I have my sweat pants pulled down slightly so that my area is exposed and I’m stroking myself. Long and slow.

  “Now your turn,” she says, dropping her dress, covering up and sitting back in her seat. She looks even more gorgeous when her cheeks are flushed. I don’t argue and I’m already exposed, so I grab my webcam from the top of my monitor and before showing her the goods, I give a wink into the camera. I distance the little round camera far enough so that she gets the full view of my abs and strong thighs. I’m harder than I’ve ever been, standing straight up, just for her. I’ve never done this type of thing before and the excitement is pushing me to the point that I have to concentrate so that I don’t end up exploding all over the camera.

  “Oh baby, is that for me?” I hear her sweet voice and look up at my monitor, watching as she moves the tip of her finger around her swollen lips, slowly licking and then moving her finger in her mouth. I groan in pleasure. “Stroke it baby,” sweetness in her voice ringing in my ears and I do as she commands. Placing the camera on my computer desk, angling it down, I grab my shaft and stoke in slow long strides. If I move to fast I’ll definitely lose it right here. Deep breaths, I do all I can to keep my composure, but I can feel my balls tightening.

  “I wish I was with you, Eric.”

  I look back up to the screen to meet Steph’s brown eyes as they watch me in wonder. “I’ll come to you,” I instantly respond without thinking. I wait and watch as she bites her lip, contemplating the offer.

  “You have no idea how much I would like that. Tomorrow, I can go to your place if you want?”

  “Of course,” I reply hoarsely as I continue to stroke myself.

  “It’s my turn,” the words escape her swollen lips quietly and my hand stops mid-stroke. I gulp as I move my camera so it’s back on my face and watch my monitor. My view moves from her pink cheeks down her neck and stopping at two mounds at her chest. She pulls down her straps, one at a time, with her free hand. Slowly guiding her breasts up and out of her dress, I watch intently as each swollen nipple is exposed and squirm in my seat, wanting nothing more than to place them in my mouth. She pulls at each of them, stretching and causing them to harden even more.

  She continues with the camera, moving it down her midsection that’s still covered with her dress until she reaches her thighs. The camera steadies indicating she’s positioned it on her desk and the view is intoxicating. Both her hands slide gently from her bare knees, up to her inner thighs, until they reach the hem of her dress. Sliding her dress up until her exposed pussy is in view, she doesn’t stop. She arches her back pulling her dress up, above her hips and then sitting back down. The crease in her lips is exposed between her inner thighs and I think my shaft has grown even harder. I watch intently as she spreads her thighs and her delicate hand runs over her opening. I shiver in my seat not knowing how much more I can take of this without touching her. She’s making me hungry with desire.

  Her red polished fingers gently open her lips and she begins to circle her clit and a quiet moan sounds from her mouth. Oh, what I would give to make her cum over and over again right now. The tip of her finger meets her opening and slowly disappears inside and I grab myself not able to control it anymore.

  “Keep going baby. Show me how wet you are,” I grunt, barely getting the words out as I ease closer to climax watching her finger moving in and out of her. Her other hand rubbing her clit faster and she places another finger inside herself now moving at a steady pace, in and out and I can hear her pleasure through her moans. I begin stoking myself.

  “Cum for me,” I command, wanting her to release before I end up exploding on myself.

  Watching her hips thrust against her hand her moans get louder as she climaxes to no return and her hands move faster causing me to stroke myself. She moans loudly which sends me over the edge, releasing here in front of my computer while watching the love of my life masturbate and she releases as well.

  It’s something I’ve never done before, get off while video chatting, but with Stephanie, I will do anything just to hear the sound of pleasure coming for those delicious lips. I grab a towel nearby, cleaning up as I hear her shuffle around on the other side of the computer. When I look back at the monitor, I’m greeted by two large brown eyes and auburn hair that is dangling around her flushed cheeks. She just doesn’t see how beautiful she is.

  “I’m going to be thinking about you all night, Eric.”

  “Do me a favor?” I ask, hesitantly.

  “What’s that?”

  “Don’t sleep with your husband tonight. I don’t think I can bear the thought of his hands on you.”

  “Eric…”

  “Please, Steph. Just promise me,” I plead.

  “He’s still my husband, Eric. He was there for me when I had no one. I can’t turn my back on him. Not yet.”

  “I’m not asking you to turn your back on him. Just don’t let him touch you. I only ask this of you tonight. Give me one night to feel like you are mine, not his.”

  “Okay, I promise,” she whispers, and I can hear the struggle in her voice. She’s afraid of him and I hate it, but most of all I hate that I can’t do anything about it. The only way I can help is if she lets me. I won’t force he
r to do anything she doesn’t want to do.

  “Tomorrow, I’ll pick you up at your place. Email me the address and what time is good for you. I want a few hours with you. I’d like to have brunch with you if that’s alright? I can go to the gym later in the day.”

  “Brunch sounds good. You can pick me up at ten if you’d like and I’ll send you the address, but don’t come down the driveway. I’ll meet you at the entrance…Oh, and Eric?”

  “Yes?”

  “I can’t wait to make love to you!”

  I grin at the remark, “See you at ten tomorrow. Love you.”

  “Love you too,” she replies before turning off her camera chat.

  God, the things that she does to me, I’m going to go mad before these four weeks are up. As long as I can focus on her and me, and keep my thoughts about asshole Travis for practice, then I think I may be able to endure this, without kidnapping her.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Stephanie

  My crotch is aching with need and my nipples are painfully hard. I had to fake throwing up and looking miserable to avoid Travis when he got home. It’s hard to even face him now after what I’ve done. No matter how I look at it, I’m betraying him and this isn’t who I am, but I can’t stop seeing Eric either. I toss and turn in the spare bed in our extra room where Travis told me to sleep so I wouldn’t get him sick. All I can think about is tomorrow. What Eric is going to do, the feel of his large hands on my sensitive skin. Sex in the alleyway was, spontaneous, sexy, and completely out of character for me. I don’t regret it at all though, because feeling him inside me is something I’ve missed for ten years and he is one hundred times better than when we were kids. Sex is different when it’s with someone you care about, you love unconditionally.

  Travis is incredible in bed at least when he isn’t being over dominate and selfish. I’m not sure what drives his anger. He doesn’t tell me about his past, what’s caused him to drink, or maybe it’s where he is now in his life. Maybe the high life is too stressful for him. Regardless of the reasons he will never change his ways. I’ve seen it before and his anger drives him. It’s probably what’s drives him to become so successful.

  I toss and turn in bed as my thoughts go from Eric’s caring soft touch to Travis. Neither one of these men will ever understand the battle I’m facing within. I don’t want to ruin Eric’s life. He’s amazing, sweet, caring, and unselfish and I know he can make me happy. He never makes me feel bad about myself and I know he never would, but I don’t know if I deserve that, especially now after cheating on Travis. I curl in hugging my knees to my chest shaking off the awful feeling that my thoughts of Travis has given me and think about meeting with Eric tomorrow, being alone in his house, his bed.

  The wetness in my pussy returns as I recall the feeling of his tongue between my legs. Just the mere thought of him causes me to go insane with need. I tighten my thighs, but it doesn’t do me any good. I reach down, placing my hand under my pajama shorts, rubbing the nub that’s already swollen and throbbing for attention. Dipping a finger inside myself, I close my eyes and envision Eric and I in the alley. The way he grabbed my hips, rushing me against the cement wall and the shock of coldness when my bare breasts were up against it. The length of him against my backside.

  I dip another finger inside as I become wetter, and roll over to my back, spreading my legs as I move my fingers in and out, continuing to rub my clit. My back arching as my climax builds and moans quietly escape me. Images of Eric pounding into me, taking control of me, invade my vision and a loud moan escapes my lips as I release the pressure. Before I get a chance to remove my fingers from inside me a voice comes from the doorway which I now notice is open.

  “What have I told you about pleasuring yourself?”

  I’m stilled not moving, fingers still placed on my pussy as I lay in shock at just being caught. Not only being caught masturbating, but thinking of Eric while doing it.

  “What have I told you?” his voice louder and harsher as he takes a step in the room and still I’m unable to move.

  “I…um…I’m,” not able to concentrate I start to move my hand from my shorts.

  “Don’t move!” he hollers, and I freeze. He’s beyond pissed, but I also hear want in his tone. I shudder under the thought of him touching me. I can’t do it, not now.

  He walks over to the end of the bed, standing only in his black boxers, his sexy muscular bare chest and broad shoulders now feel like a heavy weight bearing down on my gut. I want to close my eyes and run away, but I don’t, I lay still looking up, meeting his dark gaze.

  “Show me Steph, show me what you were doing without me?” he growls and now I know he’s getting off on this. He grabs the end of the comforter and tosses it to the floor exposing my vulnerability. He then proceeds to climb on the bed on his hands and knees until each of my legs are on either side of him. Quickly he grabs my shorts pulling them down and I lift my legs as he takes them off me, tossing them to the floor. My fingers still placed on my pussy, he looks at me and grins.

  “Show me!” he commands.

  I made promises to Eric that now I don’t know that I’m going to be able to keep. I can already see the bulge that’s straining against his boxer shorts from the small light of the moon that’s shining through the window. I don’t want him to pleasure me.

  “I’m done,” I say quietly and I watch as his eyes widen in anger.

  “I believe I can make you scream a lot louder than what I just heard. You’re not done. You’re done when I say you are. Now show me!” his loud voice pierces my ears and instantly I begin rubbing my clit. His shoulders relax a little as his eyes focus on my crotch. I watch his expression as I continue to rub myself then slowly placing a finger inside, moving it in and out. Not willingly, I begin to become wet again.

  “Enough!” he yells, startling me and I move my hand away from my pussy quickly.

  “You know that I have to punish you since I found you pleasuring yourself, right?” his eyebrow raising in question.

  “Please, not tonight, Travis.”

  “I don’t think you have a say in this matter. This is the second time I’ve caught you this month and it calls for a punishment. Now, would you like to choose your punishment or should I?”

  I squirm not sure how to respond, and then I get an idea. “I’ll choose,” I reply, feeling a little more in control, if you can call it that.

  “Okay, but I’m the determining factor so if I don’t see it fit then I may have to choose. So, what’s the punishment going to be?”

  “The whip. Hit me,” I whisper, hating the request I’m making and hating that I can’t fight back against this man, my husband.

  “The whip, huh? I’m not sure that is punishment enough. I have a better idea!” he says, climbing off the bed and swiftly leaving the room. I’m still sprawled out on the mattress, legs spread and exposed. I just want this whole thing to be over.

  It doesn’t take long before I hear his feet shuffling along the floor and he’s back at the doorway, one hand behind his back and a black blind fold in his other hand.

  “Turn over and close your eyes,” he demands.

  “But, Travis…”

  “Don’t argue or I’ll gag you too.”

  I comply and turn to my stomach shutting my eyes, hoping that regardless how bad this is, that he doesn’t fuck me. I can’t break my promise to Eric.

  I feel him climb on the bed and can feel his breath on the back of my neck. Brushing my hair to one side, he leans in and whispers, “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”

  I shiver, wishing he would have kept that to himself.

  “Lift your head,” he says, and I do as he asks.

  I feel the silky black material of the blind fold cover my eyes and he tightens it behind my head, and then grabbing both my wrists he pulls them behind my back and I feel another piece of silky material wrap around my wrists as he ties them together.

  “I wouldn’
t mind seeing you like this more often,” he leans back in and I feel his manhood pressed against my butt as he whispers in my ear.

  I wait helplessly for the feel of the leather whip, but instead am greeted with a different object; an object that I passionately hate and he has only used a couple of times. Usually he uses it when he’s drunk and angry.

  “Please, Travis, you know how I hate the idea of that thing.”

  “Oh, I know, but don’t you love the pleasure it gives you. The sensation is something you’ve never denied. You can tell me all you want that you hate it, but,” he places a finger in my exposed pussy, “by how wet you get, I know you like it.”

  As much as I hate him right now and as much as I don’t want to do this. He’s right. He knows my body well, even though the thought of that object in me makes me disgusted, my body feels different about it.

  “Now, no more talking. Take it like the big girl that you are.”

  I bury my face in the mattress and take a deep breath as I prepare for what he’s about to do. His hands spread my butt cheeks open and the feeling of vulnerability takes over me. I keep reminding myself, he won’t hurt me, but it’s been hard to believe that since he hit me.

  Cool wet liquid drops on my anus, and I’m thankful he’s actually using lubricant. Another few drips hit me and then the sensation of his finger circling the opening causes me to tense. I hate anything being near that area. After rubbing the lubricant over my anus, I then feel the cold plug placed at the opening. I hold my breath in anticipation, and then I feel it, slowly pushing inward and no matter how bad I don’t want it, Travis is right, my cheeks are already flushed and my pussy is throbbing for attention. A loud moan of pleasure and pain burst from my mouth as he pushes it in further and it fills me. I attempt to squirm away but he’s holding my wrists that are tied behind my back and I’m unable to move.