by Davis, Zoe
My knees shook and my legs felt like pudding as I made my way to the bed. The end of my dress slid up as I walked so when I reached the bed I tugged on it to pull it down.
Between the pounding in my head and the reddish light of the bedroom, I felt like I was in a bad dream. Preparing for the worst kind of pain, my head lightened until it was floating above the room.
I turned to face the beast, and was again swept in familiarity. I was more certain this time that I’d seen him before, standing in the doorway staring me down now with glowing red eyes.
In a blur, he let out a roar and charged me at full speed slamming the door behind him in one swift motion. Before I could piece together his actions, he had my dress ripped and to the floor, one arm around my waist and the other on the back of my head. He kissed harder than before and bit my lip almost to the point of breaking the skin.
My first thought other than the pain in my lips was of Jared. My loving, tender husband in the corner, watching his beautiful wife attacked by a monster. I imagined him horrified and knew he’d step in at any moment to save me.
A few rough kisses later and the beast started running his hands all over my body, touching ever inch. He had my bra off without me even noticing and placed his hands on the back of my thighs. In one sweep, he bent my knees causing me to fall. I had to catch myself by wrapping my arms around his neck and then my legs around his waist. He held me to him, breasts pushed against his huge chest, and I stole a glance at Jared to find him releasing his cock from his pants.
He’s actually enjoying this! I thought. A strange arousal filled my body as I saw my husband getting off to me with another man. A dangerous man.
I went all in. I kissed back hard and pulled the skin on the back of his neck to which he responded by biting my bottom lip harder.
He pulled off only long enough to toss me on the bed. I fell half on my back and half on my hip and when my eyes focused I saw the Bull climb up the foot of the bed, standing tall above me, studying every inch.
The next thing I knew he was crawling over me, kissing his way from my stomach to my breasts, where he landed on my left nipple and bit.
Jared never bites my nipples, I thought as a metallic taste entered my mouth and a shock shot through my entire body.
The beast had rough hands that ran down the sides of my body as he teased my nipple, flicking between bites, and felt Jared’s hot gaze following the beast’s touching. Then I had a horrible thought: Maybe Jared would learn a thing or two.
Guilt and arousal blended together as I received the greatest sexual pleasure of my life. The beast switched between breasts while running his fingers over my soaked panties.
When he bit a little too hard, I winced and pushed him off me. Big mistake. I had apparently missed the ropes attached to the headboard, and he punished me by tying my hands to it.
Once I was tied and helpless, he flattened his hand and gave me a hard spank before moving between my legs. I looked over at Jared who was already stroking his hard cock at my sexual pain.
The beast used his teeth to grab onto the fabric of my panties and he slowly pulled them off, revealing my soaking wet cunt. He tossed the panties to Jared, who took a whiff before dropping them to the floor and resumed his one and only task.
The beast’s head disappeared between my thighs and I felt his hot breath float over my pussy. It tingled at the closeness of a strange man with my husband watching, and I wondered what his tongue would feel like.
He didn’t reveal it to me.
Instead, I felt an ice cold rod touching my slit. I twitched and moaned. He wasn’t going to use the freezing dildo was he? I looked down to see a glass toy awaiting entrance. I closed my knees together to block him, but that made him angry.
He groaned, and split my legs apart forcefully and shoved the toy in deep. My back arched in opposition and he twisted and pulled the toy too many times to count. When my cunt had finally warmed it, he removed it, cleaned it with his tongue and tossed it to the floor.
Thud.
Next was an oddly shaped vibrator. He laid it against my clit and turned it on. My burning hot clit throbbed against the torturous vibration and I tried to shift away from it. The beast firmly grabbed my hips with one hand and continued my torture with the other, until the pain receded and pleasure arose.
Moans I didn’t recognize as mine escaped my lips and the beast and Jared were watching intensely. I screamed and squirmed against the toy, in the beast’s hands. I was amazed at how much better sex was with the beast, and amazed at how hot it was to see Jared enjoying this.
Just as I screamed “I’m going to cum!” the beast shot the toy across the room and gave me a hard whack! on my ass. I forgot the no talking rule.
The beast, kneeling before me, removed his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs and chest. Next were his pants and when he released his hard cock I gasped.
It was bigger and thicker than anything I’ve ever seen. He was much bigger than my husband, and I wasn’t sure if I could handle it. If I thought it was bad so far, I had no idea what I was in for.
I looked down at the beast’s huge dick and he placed both his hands on my knees, spreading them wide. The air spilling off of him between my legs was hot while my fingers turned to ice from their proximity to the open windows.
I expected him to ram it in. I prepared for the tearing of my pussy, but he must have seen the concern in my eyes and hesitated with the head at my puffy slit.
His skin, I thought. Oh god his skin. It was rough and the veins popping from his monster created ridges that teased my desire. He slowly split my lips open with his head, pausing about an inch in.
“Ohhhh!” I moaned. I couldn’t get a good look at Jared but I imagined him seeing this man’s huge cock dividing my pussy in two, something his could never do.
The beast pushed in a little more, hesitating as I groaned. But then, without warning, he shoved it all the way in, hitting the wall of my cunt and sending an electric shock from my stomach to behind my eyes. He filled every inch inside my cunt and stretched it around his thick cock.
I felt the beast bending my legs at the knees and rotating them up and to the side to gain entrance to my soaking wet hole. This was it, I thought. He threw mercy out the window and into the bitter cold night.
He let out another roar as he pounded my cunt like the wild beast that he was. He leaned down and grabbed my tits, hanging onto them while he fucked me hard.
I winced and screamed and considered shouting, “Bull!” but I was also close to cumming at the thought of me being taken and my husband watching. Soon, I wasn’t just close, I was overflowing with fierce pleasure and spilling ecstasy all over the beast’s hard cock.
I could tell he was about to lose control, because he huffed as he slammed against me, trying to hold back. He couldn’t hold back much longer, due to the tightness of my cunt around him. His nostrils flared and his red eyes violated me as he let out a loud groan, exploding into my belly.
The beast was a sight to see while cumming. After exploding in a violent rage, the strength he harbored slipped slowly from his grasp until he was hunched over me, out of breath.
I heard a quiet moan in the distance and recognized it as my husband’s. I looked over and there he was, in his chair, his cock spitting cum all over himself and the floor.
I blinked a few times to make sure this was real. There I laid, hands tied, with a heavy man over me, his thick cock still resting in me, and my husband getting off to it all.
Even if I knew what to say, I remembered the no talking rule and kept silent. The beast’s huffs subsided and his head bowed. It was almost as if someone had flipped a switch and shut him off.
Suddenly he gave a large inhale, expanding his huge chest, and pulled out of me. He climbed off the bed, got dressed, and then left the room.
I was appalled. He left! He just left! My head was spinning. He didn’t untie me, he didn’t kiss me, he didn’t even say goodbye. He just left.
4
Monday morning felt unreal. My memories of the past weekend were brutally forced to meet my reality head on. I begrudgingly walked through the rain toward the doors off my building. I didn’t even bother using an umbrella. My soaked clothes hugged my figure and my coworkers looked at me concerned. I was a mixture of euphoria and depression.
I never even learned his name.
The Sunday after the party, Jared and I were still riding the highs and lows of the previous evening. We didn’t wake up until the late afternoon when the sun threatened to set early behind rain clouds moving in from the west.
We must have talked and embraced for hours that day. It was difficult to go to sleep that night. Sunday was still a dream, and I was still the woman ravaged by the bull. That’s what we were calling him now after the way he charged me, and named after his safe word that I didn’t dare utter.
Jared said I was brave and he was eternally grateful for it. I’m not sure I could call it brave. I’m not quite sure what any of those new feelings were. I remember shaking from fear, and being swallowed by passion. I remember sweat and pain. I remember his cum leaking from my cunt.
I had a mind to shower the filth from my skin, but I let it seep in the rest of the weekend. I could smell his breath on me and at times felt like I was having an affair with his memory.
Jared didn’t try to fuck me Sunday. He compassionately wanted to let my body recover. I’m glad he did, but partly because I didn’t want his fucking to be a disappointment. I loved Jared, but he was no bull.
I watched the weekend slip away while wrapped in our warm couch throw. I remember the afternoon vividly. Orange light and dark blue shadows shifting on our living room wall, slipping slowly toward the floor until they disappeared. The clouds turned from pinks and purples to a sad grey that refused to fade.
The grey continued into Monday, and I sat at my desk lost in thought. I tried to snap out of it, but I didn’t try very hard. I was afraid I’d forget him, and his memory was all that was left.
By the time lunch rolled around I realized I had been working but not much was getting done. Still, I was starting to feel like I was returning to earth.
I usually tried to pack a healthy meal to keep my figure, but I wasn’t thinking much about routine this weekend. I headed to the corporate cafeteria to see what looked good. It was all presented well but I lacked the appetite. Still, I managed to choke down a sub and a coke. I don’t drink soda often and the bubbles burned my tongue.
“Vanessa!” cried my coworker, Sasha. I made every effort to smile and she sat down beside me. “It’s so weird seeing you here,” she said.
“I know, I don’t usually eat in the cafeteria.” She nodded, wide-eyed, and laughed.
“I heard a rumor! Are you ready for it?” she teased. I moved my head up and down in approval.
“The CEO is apparently really impressed with your work!” She smiled from ear to ear and looked as if she was about to shoot off into outer space.
“What do you mean?” I said with my mouth half full. “He’s never even around. Who did you hear this from?”
“Our boss told me! He wanted to tell you but said you looked very into coding.”
Our boss misunderstood me. I wasn’t even aware of coding this morning. This news, however, was grounding me a little more.
“Anyway,” she continued, “I’d keep an eye out on your e-mail. You know, just in case he says something directly!”
I didn’t consider e-mail to be direct, but I knew what she meant. This conversation reminded me I hadn’t checked that at all yet today. We both finished our lunch and then headed to our desks.
I was happy at the thought of impressing the CEO, but I wasn’t sure I believed it. I’m sure he was too busy to pay attention to programmers and their code. To prove Sasha wrong, I opened my e-mail inbox and searched through the piles of new messages from coworkers and spam.
There was one that stood out from the rest. One that popped off the screen. One from Ethan Sloane, CEO. My heart stopped. My hands shook.
I nervously clicked the mouse and opened it. It read:
“Vanessa Banks,
Glad to have you as a part of the team. You’re doing excellent work. Keep it up.
Ethan”
The breath left my lungs. I felt guilty for not working harder that morning. I just landed this incredible position and I was letting some asshole at a sex party cloud my thinking. Besides, I considered, I have a loving husband. That was it. That was the last time I was going to let the events of this past weekend keep me away from work and my husband.
That afternoon I worked smart and fast. Our project had a tight deadline but I knew I could get it done well. We were going to make a big impression this time, but that’s what my company was known for.
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The day was long and I was happy to be heading home. The rain ceased long enough for me to park the car in the driveway. I stood outside under the clouds and studied our home.
It was modest but charming. Yellow illuminated the living room. I could see the back of Jared’s head sitting on the sofa, probably watching one of our favorite crime TV shows. Everything was comfortable and simple, and I was grateful for every goddamned thing.
After grabbing a quick bite to eat and finishing my show with Jared, I decided to jump into the bath. I had already washed away the bull’s scent that morning, but I needed one more soothing end to the evening.
I let the water run so hot that steam fogged everything from the mirror to the facet handles. I was grateful that I couldn’t see my reflection. I didn’t think I was unattractive, but I needed a break from thinking about it at all. I felt my breasts heave up and down as I sighed. It was a tiring but exciting day.
Suddenly, the room was filled with a red light from taillights just outside our tiny window. It wasn’t big enough that anyone could see in so we didn’t bother covering it with curtains.
Like waking from a dream, or perhaps the reverse, I was back in the red room with the bull, and my heart sank. How could I lose touch so quickly? How could I still be thinking of him?
This is wrong, I thought. Poor Jared. Poor, sweet Jared.
I was filled with remorse at my desire for the bull. Jared deserved a wife who loved only him. A wife that didn’t dream of cheating on him. Of course, he did enjoy watching…No. That was a one-time thing, drenched in liquor.
The red light dissipated and I slipped into the tub, my skin flushing crimson from the heat. I didn’t mind, it felt refreshing. I let my mind float along the edge of the water and back into the bull’s arms.
I recalled the red glow in his eyes, the way he charged me, tied me up, and took me. I reached a hand between my legs and teased my clit to find more than just water moistening my cunt.
I remembered being reprimanded for talking, Jared watching, and being stretched by the bull’s huge cock. I circled my fingers around my nub and pulled on my nipples. They were still sore from the biting. I licked my lips to find the wound he left.
Though slow and soft, I brought myself to orgasm imagining the fast and rough pace of the bull. Then I dipped my head below the water and held my breath as long as I could.
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During the next few days at work I finally got my shit together. I was packing regular, healthy lunches and a bottle of water. I was coding so fast it made my coworkers’ heads spin. I was also working smart so no time was wasted.
And I was being rewarded with more emails from the CEO. He was impressed with me, he said. He was excited to see what will come of me. He thought I was incredibly intelligent and a valuable addition to the team.
The constant attention seemed unorthodox to me, but it fueled me. The way he cheered me on only pushed me harder, until I was getting high off the praise. High off the success.
We didn’t see much of the CEO throughout the office. We didn’t often hear from him, either. I felt important since I was getting emails almost every day. Sasha agreed that he had rea
lly taken to me.
I worked harder and the emails kept coming. Great job. Amazing work. I pleased him. That last one stopped my me in my tracks.
I pleased him. I never had a boss speak to me that way before, but then again, I’d never interacted so personally with a CEO before. CEO’s could be strange, I guessed. After all, with all that stress of running a company, the high from all that money and success, I’m sure it was all going to his head.
I was a huge success at work. I was gaining popularity with each check box our team crossed off. We were ahead of schedule, and it was because of me. Everything was moving swiftly and I had forgotten all about the bull and the swinger’s party.
Until one Thursday. It was the first day since the first email that I received no emails at all. I obsessively checked all day and panicked when five o’clock came around and my inbox was still empty. Did I disappoint him somehow? Maybe he was just busy.
