Dirty Wife Games

by Clarissa Wild

  Right then, he takes a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back, making me hiss.

  “Did I say you could come?”

  “No.”

  “Bad girl.” He spanks me again, and it makes me bite my pillow. “You come when I say. You understand?”

  “Yes.”

  Another slap follows. “Louder!”

  “Yes!”

  He grunts, and the sound is so sexy I struggle to compose myself. As he keeps thrusting, I feel myself getting wetter and wetter, feeling the need to let go. Maybe this is what I needed. Finally, I can give myself to someone without feeling bad. Without feeling guilt. Without … anything. My mind is blank.

  He pulls his dick out and spanks my ass two times before rubbing my pussy fast. “Come. Now.”

  I don’t know why, but his slick, dark voice and touch make me explode. And as I drown in my own orgasm, he taps my pussy, intensifying it even more.

  Panting, I struggle to breathe, but he flips me over anyway.

  “My turn.”

  Before I know it, he’s shoved his cock into my mouth with no warning. He goes deep. Far. Thick. I can taste myself as well as him on my tongue, and I cough from his length.

  “Take it deep,” he growls, pushing even farther.

  Only when I’m almost out of breath does he pull out to allow me some air.

  And back in again he goes, fucking me right in my face.

  I can feel his balls slapping against my chin as he grasps my head and forces me to take him all the way. Exactly as I remember. Just as powerless as I felt back then. But this time, it’s different. This time, it’s a controlled situation I can get out of any time I want. Something I chose. And slowly but surely, the memory starts to fade and all that’s left is Drake fucking me like I asked him to.

  As he pulls out, I gasp and say, “More.”

  “More?” He laughs.

  I nod, as he pumps into my mouth again.

  “I’ll give you more,” he growls, pinching my nose. “Can you feel it?” His cock pulses in my throat, and I gurgle as I try to nod again. “Fuck.”

  With one hand, he holds my head and shoves it over his cock, while the other hand is rubbing my clit again. I’m being overloaded with sexual need, and I feel like I could come, cry, and laugh at the same time.

  Tears roll down my cheeks from his rough face fucking, but I don’t regret it for even one second as he fiercely rubs my pussy. All I feel is the need to do whatever he wants and succumb to ecstasy.

  “Yes. Come, Hyun,” he growls.

  And as he pleasures me, I fall apart with him inside me.

  Right as he jets his seed into the back of my throat.

  He holds my face as my eyes dart around in a frenzy. “Swallow.”

  Thick juices lie on my tongue, and I swallow it all back. More spurts down as he thrusts in again, his cock hard and pulsing, his eyes greedily looking down upon me, the look on his face one of raw need.

  I watch him release all his pent-up energy inside me, coming to a panting stop. When he’s sated, he pulls himself out of my mouth and releases my pussy from his grip. We’re both out of air but not out of stares … and ours are saying words we cannot say out loud.

  With his thumb, he swipes along my lips and gently sticks it into my mouth. I suck, and he murmurs, “Now, your memories are mine.”

  Goose bumps scatter on my skin as I mumble, “Thank you.”

  He knows why I say it.

  Nothing else needs to be said.

  He unties my wrists and lies down in bed beside me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close to his side.

  It’s silent for a few seconds, and I use the opportunity to ask him something that’s been on my mind for quite some time now. “Why did you … write that you wanted to wrap your fingers around my neck?”

  It takes him a while to answer. His voice is thick and low … making me shiver. “You know why.”

  I know why … because I am his.

  He had known it before I did.

  Together until death. That’s what he wants. What I need.

  Someone who will take me away from Greg forever, in whatever way necessary.

  He buries his face in my neck and presses a soft kiss to my skin.

  “There’s only one thing we can do to stop Greg forever …” he whispers into my ears.

  I nod, a tear falling down my cheeks. I’m not sad. I’m relieved.

  “Yes,” I answer, knowing full well he’s right.

  It’s time to end this all.

  21.

  Accompanying Song: “Daydream” by Ruelle

  Hyun

  A few days later

  I take a deep breath before I knock on my parents’ door. I haven’t seen them in ages. In fact, the last time was on my wedding day. I always wondered why they never came to visit me when I lived with Greg. Then again, I already knew the answer. They didn’t care. They had their money, and I had a good home … or so they thought. It didn’t matter to them what I felt.

  And as my mom opens the door and I see the surprised look on her face, I know for a fact she still doesn’t want to care.

  “Hyun?” Her face turns into a complete sour mess. “What are you doing here? We’ve tried to reach you for ages. Where’s Greg?”

  I purse my lips and straighten my body. “I left him.”

  Her eyes widen. “What?” she scoffs.

  “Who is that, honey?” my dad asks in Korean, but as he comes to the door, his jaw drops too. “Hyun. Why are you here?”

  “I’m great, Dad, thanks for asking.” I give them a fake smile. “I just wanted to visit you. You know … because we haven’t seen each other in such a long time.”

  “Well, aren’t you with Greg now?” Dad asks.

  “No, they split,” Mom interjects. Dad frowns, looking upset.

  Mom grabs my arm and holds on tight. “Why?”

  “You know exactly why.” I jerk my arm free. “I never liked him. He used me. Hit me. He’s an awful person, and you knew it.”

  “Nonsense.” My mom makes a face. “He was always a gentleman around us. I don’t get where this is coming from. And why couldn’t you come visit sooner? Maybe bring him along too. It would’ve been so nice.”

  “Because you never cared enough to visit me either, even though you knew what you’d done to me,” I hiss.

  She swallows; visibly shaken from the realization that not everything is as great as the pretty picture she painted in her head.

  “Why don’t you come inside so we can talk?” Dad asks.

  “No, thanks,” I say. “I just wanted to know … Did you ever really love me?”

  “What kind of question is that? Of course, honey!” Mom replies.

  I hold up my hand. “No, Mom. I mean for real. You sold me to a man like I was something to own. How could you?” Tears well up in my eyes, but she doesn’t reply. All I’m faced with are silent stares, and it says enough. “Don’t you have anything to say?” With my voice faltering, I beg for a response … anything … to make what I’ve been through less of a persecution. But they give me nothing. Just as they have all those years.

  “Right …” I cringe. “Why would I ever expect anything from you?”

  As I turn around, Mom grabs my hand. “Wait. Please stay. We only wanted you to have a good life.”

  “A good life?” The words sound hollow … and filthy.

  “We thought he’d be good for you,” Dad says.

  “Because he gave you money. That made him trustworthy?” I snap.

  “Because he told us so,” Dad says.

  “I still believe he could be the right man for you. Maybe you two just need some help.”

  “What?” My jaw drops. “Mom. He physically hurt me. Degraded me. Yelled at me.”

  The look in her eyes still tells me she doesn’t believe what I say.

  “I had to run for my life to get away from him,�
�� I say. “Why don’t you believe me instead of him?”

  “I don’t know …” She shakes her head. “I can’t …”

  A tear rolls down my cheeks. “And still you want me to return to him.”

  “If only you understood him, maybe then he would be nice,” she says. “He could give you so much. Why would you leave him? Maybe if you went back, everything would be okay.”

  “No, Mom, nothing would be okay. I would not be okay.” I’m holding the doorframe for support, anything to ground me because right now it feels like I’m sinking into a black, bottomless pit.

  “I hate him,” I hiss.

  “I don’t believe that,” Dad says. “There must be something good about him.”

  “Stop,” I say, my voice getting louder. “Just stop. I came here to see if you’d finally regretted your decision, but I was wrong to believe you’d ever change.” My fingernails dig into the wood.

  “You needed money, so you sold me. Tell me. Say it to my face that you did that.”

  “Yes, we sold you to Greg.”

  I swallow when I finally hear her admission. “Was I ever more than just a money tree to you?”

  “If you’d gone to a university and become a lawyer, we wouldn’t have had to,” Mom says.

  “Or a doctor,” Dad adds as if it makes it any better that he offers me options.

  “You wouldn’t want a daughter who worked at a coffee shop. Of course,” I say, blinking away the remaining tears.

  “We sold you to him because the marriage would make you a better person,” Mom says.

  “You think so too?” I ask Dad, looking him directly in the eyes.

  Neither of them shows any remorse. “Yes.”

  That’s it.

  The final bullet tore through my heart.

  I nod slowly with a scowl on my face, releasing the doorframe from my grip. “Fine. This is the last time you’ll ever see me again.”

  As I turn around and start to walk, Mom yells at me. “What about Greg?”

  “You won’t see him either.”

  “But … Hyun!” Dad tries to call me back, but I keep on walking.

  “No,” I yell back, finally feeling like I’ve done something good. Something solely for me. “I gave you your final chance. It’s over.”

  ***

  Accompanying Song: “Technically, Missing” by Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross

  Drake

  I pick up my ringing phone and answer it when I’m sure no one’s listening in to the conversation.

  “It’s done.” Hyun’s voice makes my head fill with worries.

  “I talked to them,” she continues. “They finally said exactly what I wanted to hear. So now I’m done with them forever.”

  “But they’re your parents …”

  “No,” she says. “It’s over. I don’t need them anymore.”

  The phone call ends in beeps, and I look down at my cell phone and realize she’s finally come to her senses. A proud smile spreads on my lips.

  A half an hour later, I’m at her home, and when I knock on the door and she opens it, I’m met with open arms and a hug. “Are you okay?” I ask.

  “No.” She sniffs and sucks in a few breaths. “But I will be.”

  “If you want me to—”

  “Tomorrow. We’ll deal with it tomorrow. Stay the night, please.” Her pleading voice is like music to my ears. “I need you close.”

  “Of course,” I answer. “What about …?” I don’t dare finish my sentence. I don’t want to upset her. However, I get the feeling she knows exactly what I mean.

  She tilts her head back to look at me, swiping away a tear that rolled down her cheek. “I’m ready.”

  “Are you sure?” I ask, looking at her with half-mast eyes. “There’s no taking it back. Once they’re out of your life, they’re out.”

  She nods, her face turning resolute … bold … different from what I’ve seen before. She’s changed since I’ve been here. Whether it’s for the better, we’ll have to find out.

  “All right,” I say. “But first, let’s eat.”

  She licks her lips and walks back into the kitchen, taking a soufflé out of the oven. “Made it just for this special occasion.” She puts it on the table and points at a chair. “Sit.”

  It’s been a long time since someone invited me to dinner … and a long time since I actually listened to someone when they gave me a command. But for her, I’d gladly do anything. And when it comes to her food, nothing can beat the taste.

  I take in the scent of delicious cheese. “Yum.”

  She grabs our plates and scoops it up for us, after which she pours wine into our glasses and holds up her glass. We toast. “To a better future,” she says with a smile.

  “May they all rot in hell,” I add, and she returns my grin.

  Right as she puts down her glass and I pick up my fork, she pulls something from her pocket and places it on the table. The audio recorder I gave her.

  “Listen,” she says, as she plays the recording of her conversation with her parents. “Do you hear it?”

  I bite my lip, and a lopsided smile forms on my lips. “The sound of humiliation and defeat.”

  She cocks her head, the vengeful look in her eyes finally culminating to what it should have been all this time. “Exactly.”

  ***

  Accompanying Song: “I Started a Joke” by ConfidentialMX ft. Becky Hanson

  A few days ago

  As she lies in my arms, dozing off into a soundless sleep, my eyes remain open. I think about my past and the one thing I haven’t told her yet, wondering if I should. It’s something important, something that made me who I am. But it was wrong. So wrong. And I regret it to this very day.

  I’ve never told a single soul.

  But she … she’s worth it.

  And I wanna find out if she can carry the burden of knowing the truth.

  So I clutch her shoulder and whisper in her ear, “Can I tell you a secret?”

  “Mmmhmm,” she mumbles, half-asleep.

  I smile against her skin and press a kiss to her neck. “It’s about the girl from my class … when I was still a teacher.”

  “What about her?” Her eyes flicker open.

  “I didn’t take it so well that she betrayed me,” I say, caressing her neck and shoulder. “So I went to her house … and strangled her with her own scarf.”

  Her eyes burst open, and she stares ahead at the wall, not moving an inch.

  I wait, but there’s no response, so I softly ask, “Are you afraid of me?”

  She shakes her head. “No.”

  I lick my lips and place another kiss on her shoulder. “Even when you know I’m a killer?”

  “I would’ve done the same thing,” she replies.

  In disbelief, I stare at her for a few seconds then shake my head and swallow a laugh.

  I give her a final kiss on the cheek and lie down, closing my eyes. “Good night.”

  ***

  Accompanying Song: “Technically, Missing” by Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross

  Hyun

  Now

  I dream of the city and blood raining from the sky. It’s a dream within a dream, but I can’t wake up, no matter how hard I try. And through it all … I carry a witch-like smile.

  When I finally wake up, Drake is gone. I’m not surprised.

  I rise and put on some clothes, rinsing my face before going into the kitchen to make some coffee. But on the counter, I find something that stops me in my tracks. A camera.

  I don’t own a camera like this.

  Frowning, I pick it up and check the images on the SD card, wondering if Drake left it here. But then I notice the pictures he shot are of me. All of them. Including ones where I’m in my bed … under the shower … naked.

  All of them.

  Explicit as can be.

  22.

  Accompanying Song: “Technically, Mi
ssing” by Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross

  Hyun

  My hands shake, and I clutch the counter to remain standing as I come face to face with my own image. I know Drake always had a thing for me. I know he was watching me every single minute of the day. But I never knew it went this far. This deep.

  And now, I wonder why he left it here for me to find.

  Does he want me to keep them or destroy them?

  Only one choice fits this narrative.

  With trembling fingers, I peel open the back of the camera and take out the SD card. I go to my bedroom and fish the folder from underneath my bed, stuffing the SD card in with all the other notes Drake has sent me. It’s safe here. No one knows where I keep these except me.

  Like a little secret we share that no one can find out about.

  Just him and me.

  For better … or for worse.

  Only when I go back into the kitchen do I notice the small piece of paper lying on the counter. On it are a few typed out words that create knots in my stomach. But still, as I read through it over and over again, I bring it to my folder and stuff it inside, knowing full well what the message entails … and that I’m about to keep it.

  There was once a man who loved a woman so deeply he would die for her.

  But no matter what he did, he couldn’t make her happy. Not as long as other people kept her from him. People who didn’t understand their type of love.

  So in order to be together forever … the man concocted a plan.

  And decided to end it … once and for all.

  ***

  Accompanying Song: “I Started a Joke” by ConfidentialMX ft. Becky Hanson