Bull's Eye

by Evelyn Vox

  Alexandra moaned my name. My eyes met hers in the mirror. Anger flashed through mine.

  “Sir,” I growled as I buried myself inside her with one quick, brutal thrust.

  She’d been calling me by my name too often. She needed to be reminded who was in charge. Her eyes widened with shock as I buried myself balls deep.

  “S-sir,’ she moaned, something flickering in her face, that same hint of disappointment I saw from earlier, perhaps.

  I pumped inside her, used her. Fuck, she felt so good. She always felt so good. Unlike any woman I’d ever been with. It was like her pussy was made for me, for my cock.

  “You exist to please me, Brat,” I said, holding her stare in the mirror.

  I had her pinned against the bathroom counter. Her hands splayed over the black and white tiles. I pushed her head down until her torso was flush with the counter. I kept my hand on the back of her head as I picked up the pace.

  “Don’t ever forget that you’re nothing more than a fucking slut to me.”

  I fucked her hard. Harder than I should have. But she needed to be reminded. I needed to be reminded that this was nothing more, and nothing less, than cold, hard fucking. There wasn’t space for tenderness between us.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, breathless, yet her tone was flat.

  I growled. I didn’t like that tone. I grabbed her hair and pulled her neck back.

  “Are you not enjoying yourself, Brat?”

  I fucked her harder. Pumping into that delicious pussy so fast, I knew I couldn’t keep control for much longer.

  “It doesn’t matter if I’m enjoying myself, Sir,” she managed to say, her voice broken by the rhythm of my thrusts.

  “Good girl.”

  I released her hair. I looked at the word emblazoned all over that ass that I loved. I pulled out of her and jerked myself off. One, two, three strokes, and thick ropes of cum landed on her ass. Her eyes were disappointed, bitter, as I got up. Despite my better judgement. Despite the lessons I wanted to teach her, I moved my hand to her pussy.

  Her clit was hard and throbbing. It didn’t take much to have her coming all over my hand. A few sure and steady swirls, and her hips bucked against my fingers.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she gasped, eyes locking with mine in the mirror again.

  I smiled my approval at her. Good. She was beginning to remember.

  “Clean yourself up,” I said, pulling back. “And don’t bother getting dressed. I want you naked under that coat when we get back to that pathetic excuse of a man you call ‘husband’.”

  Careful. I had to be careful. And in order to do that, I needed distance. From her, and her bedroom eyes, and her manipulations. Distance. Distance was good. It was necessary.

  Even if it made my chest constrict with unpleasant coldness.

  LEXIE

  I was quiet on the ride home. No cuddling, no spare touches. I understood what Derek was trying to do. I got his message loud and clear. The lines were getting blurred, so he decided to redraw them.

  In big, black, permanent marker.

  Feeling were not a part of the equation.

  I supposed that’s what Brian was for—the feelings. Derek was for the sex. The primal, animalistic connection between us had nothing to do with feelings, I reminded myself firmly. Derek wasn’t the kind of guy I could rely on, the kind of guy who’d bring me tampons and chocolate from the drug store. No, that was Brian.

  I was lucky to have both.

  Few women did.

  So why was I so pissed off at him? If he could sense my anger, he didn’t let it show.

  I was sad.

  Sad we never got our moment to reconnect. Sad that our first fuck was in front of a room of horny strangers. Sad that the second fuck after that had been cold and brutal. Not that I disliked any of it. But it was cold and brutal because he was trying to make a point, not because he was punishing me, the way I liked. I was nitpicking, but the difference felt huge to me.

  And I was angry.

  Angry, because he knew what he was doing. He knew what he was denying me. It was unspoken, this thing between us. I guess it had gotten too big to ignore, so Derek did something about it. He put some distance between us. It was for the best. I should be enjoying this for what it was: sex and excitement.

  Club Midnight was sure to provide plenty of that. I decided I didn’t have to be petulant or upset about it. I’d gotten what I wanted in the end, and I’d enjoyed myself. I’d more than enjoyed myself. The pleasure was damn-near transcendental. We weren’t dating!

  “I’d like to go back there sometime,” I said, stroking his thigh and changing my tune.

  “Oh yes, Alexandra,” he grinned, seeming relieved I’d stopped brooding. “We will.”

  It would be best to keep it contained. Keep it in spaces like Club Midnight—it helped set the boundaries that we so desperately needed to maintain. It was a whole world to explore, level by level, with Derek to guide me. It had been a shock to see Vanessa, but I decided not to let it bother me. Derek was right. She owned the damn place, so I had no reason to be ashamed.

  And this was not a relationship, I reminded myself. Over and over again. It helped.

  Putting on that show for all those people. Strangers. All those strangers knowing how dirty I was. Knowing what I’d do to get at Derek’s cock. My clit twinged at the memory. It made me feel so deliciously naughty and bad. Like I had this sexual alter ego, who did insane things that the normal Lexie would never do. Things like go to BDSM clubs with the man she was cuckolding her husband with.

  I enjoyed it. I really, really enjoyed it. I wasn’t ready for it to end or change. So, I could keep it contained, keep it sexual. I’d cut back on the snuggling and the soft touches, and make sure to always call him ‘Sir’.

  Because the one thing I didn’t want was to lose him completely.

  Brian was up and waiting. He greeted us at the door like a third dog. After kissing him and petting Donnie and Coco, Derek ushered us into the bedroom and shut the door.

  My heart hammered.

  “I didn’t take photos or video last night,” Derek said, simply.

  Brian frowned.

  “They aren’t allowed in the club,” he explained. “But I did come back with something else for you to appreciate.”

  Derek looked at me, and I recognized the command in his eyes. I smiled at Brian over my shoulder as I turned and dropped the coat I wore over my nakedness. His eyes raked over my battered flesh, reading the brand on my ass.

  “Wow,” he breathed, hand already going to his dick. “Where did you go last night?”

  “An exclusive, high-end S&M club,” Derek answered, sitting back on the bed. “Do you want to tell him what you did there, Alexandra?”

  I nodded, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I watched Brian.

  “Derek took me onstage, paddled me, and fucked me in front of a crowd of strangers.”

  Brian’s eyes went wide. “There’s a place where you can do that sort of thing?”

  “You can do all sorts of things at Club Midnight,” Derek answered. “There’s a flavor for everyone.”

  My husband was quiet for a moment, his dick a hard outline in his trousers.

  “I want to join. How do I join?”

  I blinked. That was a surprise.

  “It’s expensive and exclusive,” Derek mused, looking at Brian with a critical eye, “but I think you could afford it. I can set you up with someone from membership.”

  “As soon as possible,” Brian said, then winced at the look on Derek’s face. “Please,” he added, softening the command into a request.

  “One condition.”

  “What?”

  “You don’t take Alexandra there without me.”

  “Deal.”

  I watched them broker over me. It excited me to no end and made me feel perfectly dirty when they did this. When they talked about me like I was nothing more than a piece of meat.

  “Next time,” Brian as
ked, his hand slipping into his pants, “next time you go on stage. Can I watch?”

  “I can do you one better,” Derek grinned. “You can come up there with us.”

  Brian moaned.

  “Come here, Alexandra,” Derek commanded. “And lie down on the bed.”

  I was naked except for his collar. The d-ring clanged as I walked towards him.

  “I have to leave this afternoon,” he said.

  I frowned as I laid on my back. I didn’t want to think about that. Derek spread my legs wide.

  “There’s one slice of you I didn’t get to taste yet, Alexandra,” he said, looking into my eyes.

  A bolt of arousal shot through me. I knew exactly what he was talking about.

  Brian circled around the edge of the bed to watch us. He sat there, unzipped his pants, and grabbed his long dick. Derek leaned over me and captured my mouth in a savage kiss. My hands fluttered at his shirt, pulling it up. He broke the kiss to drag it over his head then he leaned back and removed his pants.

  His thick cock landed with a thud against my thigh, and I moaned. Derek’s mouth claimed a nipple while his hand rubbed my pussy.

  “It’s been a while,” he said, “since you’ve hand anything in your ass.”

  I nodded, gasping when his fingers slipped inside my pussy and curled to hit my g-spot.

  “I want to make sure you’re nice and warmed up.”

  Brian moaned this time. Derek eyed him.

  “What do you think, two orgasms, before I fuck her ass?” he asked Brian.

  My husband grinned. “Yes. At least two.”

  I groaned at his answer as Derek’s fingers moved faster and faster.

  “Rub her clit while I finger fuck her,” Derek commanded.

  Wordlessly, Brian moved closer. His fingers glided over my hard bud. Tentative at first, too tentative.

  “Harder,” Derek barked, and Brian obeyed.

  That was much better.

  I moaned. My toes curled under the weight of the pleasure. Derek’s stroking me inside, Brian’s rubbing me outside. It was amazing. Perfect. I felt that watery pressure building, and knew I was moments away from gushing all over their hands.

  “Come, Princess,” Derek ordered, always so in tune with my body, always knowing when I was close.

  His fingers moved harder, faster, until I screamed and exploded everywhere. Wet arousal coated Derek’s arm and Brian’s hand. Both men grinned at me like wolves.

  “Incredible,” Brian breathed, palming his dick again.

  “Now for round two,” Derek said.

  He got up and stood by the side of the bed.

  “Alexandra, on your knees.”

  I scooted down, got on my knees, and presented myself to him. I was empty, aching, begging to be filled by Derek. I shivered when his hands gripped my hips, and the tip of his hard cock rubbed against my pussy.

  He took his time filling me. Slowly gliding in and groaning as he did so.

  “Your pussy is amazing,” he said when he was fully sheathed. “Brian, get underneath her and suck her clit.”

  I froze. I didn’t even know that was possible. But as my husband’s eyes lit up and he shimmied beneath me, prickling arousal shot through my body. Brian’s situated his head beneath my hips. His legs stretched towards the opposite end of the bed. His tongue slaked wet and hot over my clit as Derek thrust deeply into me.

  Oh, oh.

  I combusted.

  The sensation—being filled, being fucked hard and proper, while Brian’s lips sucked my clit, it was ecstasy. Pure, unadulterated bliss the likes of which I never knew existed.

  “Come, Princess,” Derek growled.

  Because I was ready. So ready, to orgasm again. I shuddered, Brian licking at my juices and more. I heard Derek gasp and looked between my legs. Oh god, Brian was…he was…his tongue lapped at Derek’s cock as it thrust into me, and I convulsed. The act was so forbidden, so taboo and sexy, my walls shuddered around Derek’s girth as I came again.

  I was so turned on, the pleasure kept surging up and up. It didn’t sink back to the bottom to be built up as it usually did. No, it kept starting at the top of that peak, ready to take me over the brink in moments. I moaned as my clit throbbed.

  I had a feeling I was going to be orgasming way more than twice.

  DEREK

  Fuck. Oh fuck, this felt fucking insane.

  Her god-damn cuck of a husband. Not only was his tongue gliding over Alexandra’s clit, but every time I pulled out of her, he licked the head of my cock.

  It was a shock at first. I hadn’t anticipated it. I wouldn’t have wanted him to do it outside of the moment, but in this moment, in the heat of it, fuck. The submissive wretch. He wanted a pieced of this fat cock just as badly as Alexandra did. He knew where his place was. And he fucking loved it.

  Alexandra loved it too. I knew because every time he did it, she gasped, moaned, and peeked down to watch. Poor, pathetic Brian, his dick was hard and straining, ignored and untouched by his wife. Even though her hands and mouth were right by it, she wouldn’t touch him. Not unless I told her to.

  Such a well-trained little slut, my Venus.

  Wet, hot heat swiped at my cock again, and I exploded. I came all over Alexandra’s pussy and Brian’s mouth. He smiled and licked her clean before he wrapped his lips around my cock and sucked out every last drop. I groaned.

  Well, shit.

  This was not how I expected this session to go.

  But I was open to it, I realized. What difference did it make? I knew I wasn’t gay. But I also knew that I got off on being the most dominant, on being the bigger and better man. Brian sucking my cock like this was nothing more than an act of complete submission. And that revved my engine more than I ever thought it would.

  I growled, pulled back from Alexandra and looked at Brian’s shuddering erection.

  “Poor man,” I taunted, “sucks my cock but can’t even get his own nut off.”

  Alexandra giggled. She giggled in that way that belittled and drove Brian crazy. In that way that made my limp cock twitch and made the beast rumble in superiority.

  “Straddle him,” I commanded her. “Fuck your husband until I’m ready to pound into that ass.”

  She gulped, eyes dark with lust, moving to obey my command.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” Brian said.

  Alexandra and I blinked. He’d never called me ‘Sir’ before. I liked it, I decided. I kept a firm grip on my cock as Alexandra slipped him inside of her.

  “How does he feel, Princess?”

  “Small.”

  “He’s not small, though,” I goaded.

  “He is compared to you,” she whined. “He can’t fill me up like you do, Sir.”

  Brian moaned.

  “Pathetic,” I said, moving towards them.

  Inspiration struck. Time to see how far this submissive side of Brian went. I pushed Alexandra’s head down towards his, so their mouths were close together. My cock was getting hard again, but it wasn’t hard enough to fuck Alexandra’s ass.

  Not yet.

  “Both of you suck on my cock. Make me hard again.”

  I put the semi-hard flesh between their eager, open mouths. My breath hitched at the feel of two tongues sliding over my cock.

  “Fuck,” I hissed.

  I steadied myself with a hand on the headboard. The sensation was intense.

  Really. Fucking. Intense.

  I was hard as steel in no time. I lost track of whose tongues was whose as they licked and licked. Both of them were moaning. Hell, I was fucking moaning too.

  I couldn’t believe it had taken me this long to have two people suck my cock at once. I almost didn’t want it to stop. I almost wanted to come all over their faces. But that ass called to me like no other, like nothing else in this world, and when my cock was a red, hard, throbbing rod, I pulled away.

  They both whined.

  I reached a hand towards Alexandra’s
pussy, careful to not touch Brian’s cock, and coated her puckered little hole with her juices. She was dripping wet, and it wasn’t hard to get that ass ready. First one finger, then another, to warm her up. I relished her gasps. No matter how many times I violated her ass, she always sounded so shocked, so scandalized. It was one of the reasons I loved doing it so much.

  The tip of my cock pressed against that forbidden ring of muscle. Fuck. Fuck. Her ass was so damn tight with Brian inside her pussy. I pressed until I slid all the way in and Alexandra screamed her pleasure, orgasming already. I’d lost count of how many times she’d come. Lost track of the pleasure that unfolded between the three of us.

  For now, all that mattered was this sweet, tight ass I was plundering. I pummeled into her, hard, the way we both liked it.

  Brian popped first. His hips thrust off the bed to pour inside Alexandra. That set her off again, and she screamed, coming hard. She clenched down so fucking tight and strong on my cock, squeezing and milking it with her ass, until I was coming. I came and came, wild inside that ass, until there was nothing left.

  I pulled out and collapsed on top of them. I was shaking and shuddering almost as hard as Alexandra. She moaned when Brian removed himself. Clutching at my shoulders, she panted as she settled between our bodies. He was lying back, eyes closed, a happy little smile on his face.

  Alexandra nuzzled in close, Brian draped a leg over hers, and I wrapped an arm around her.

  Well, well, well.

  That was interesting.

  I fought the urge to pull her away from her husband, to claim her warmth and cuddles all for myself. But, it was better this way, sharing her. Careful. I had to be so careful as we played this game. Because all I wanted to do was bark at the man to leave us the fuck alone.

  Alexandra and Brian were a boxed set, so I’d take what I could get, and tolerate his presence. He wasn’t all bad. Especially not when he was sucking at my cock like the pathetic cuck he was.

  I sighed and closed my eyes, enjoying as much of her as I could before it was time to go back to the Hamptons.

  Chapter Ten

  LEXIE

  Derek left a few hours ago. At the door, just the two of us, he’d grabbed my ass and growled possessively before leaving me with a passionate kiss. It was far too passionate for comfort.