The Bet - Chapter 26

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Claire leaned back in her seat and let the warm sun on her skin and cool wind in her hair blend together into a soothing symphony of sensation. It felt good. 

And it felt even better to be teaching that fucking pig a lesson. She hadn’t messaged Zane back since that night at the club three days ago. The night when he had crossed the line and outed her real name to one of his friends, right after pushing her to suck him off in a crowded club. 

Zane had taken Claire’s silence stoically so far. He had messaged her the very next day as if nothing had happened, but Claire hadn’t responded. It had taken a titanic effort to hold herself back, but she had left him on read. Zane hadn’t messaged her again after that, mirroring her silence. Even though he was playing it cool, Claire was confident that she was getting to him. Zane liked to put on shows of indifference like this, but he was probably stewing in rage over her little act of rebellion. 

He would be even angrier soon… Claire had dropped a hint to Dan that he never took her out anymore, and her husband was such a considerate and attentive partner that he decided to take her on a romantic trip up the coast for a picnic. 

Claire opened her eyes, then reached out and took Dan’s hand in hers, flashing him a warm smile. She forgot about Zane for a moment and just enjoyed being here with Dan. She had been tempted away from him by the sparks that flew between her and Zane, but Dan still had qualities that the stumpy pornographer couldn’t match. And even if it was selfish, she wouldn’t hesitate to enjoy them.

“What?” He asked with a grin to match her own, squeezing her hand. 

“Nothing. I love you.” It was true. Despite everything, it was true. And maybe it made her an awful person to love Dan while still fully intending to fuck Zane's brains out when he had learned some manners, but she did. 

“I love you too.” It was all that needed to be said. They drove off into the warm sunshine with windows down, enjoying each other’s company. And in that moment, for the first time in a long time, Zane left Claire’s mind altogether. 

…

“I have a little surprise for you,” said Dan, snapping Claire out of a pleasant haze as she stared out at the crashing waves further down the beach.

“Besides this fancy bottle of wine?” she asked with a chuckle, taking another sip. Dan had probably spent too much on it, but she appreciated the gesture. 

“Even better,” said Dan with a self-satisfied smile. “You remember that honeymoon that we kept putting off?”

Claire's eyes went wide, and she had to struggle not to spit out her wine. Finally, she managed to gulp it down, saying, “What?! But I thought we said we wouldn’t be able to afford it until…”

Dan took her hand and squeezed it. “You let me worry about affording it. I’ve already booked us tickets. A Caribbean cruise. The Honeymoon suite. All expenses paid. Just like we talked about.”

“Honey, I don’t know… My work is at such a crucial point right now, and it’s all so sudden!” Honestly, Claire was simply shocked. It had been years now since they were married, and she had made her peace a while ago with the fact that the honeymoon just wasn’t going to happen. She had stopped even bringing it up, content to let it just fade off the agenda. 

“I’m not going to make you go,” said Dan earnestly, raising her hand to his mouth to kiss it. “But you're a genius, babe. I know if you put some effort into it, you could change things around enough that you’re free.”

Claire felt another excuse rising to her tongue, but then caught herself. Dan was right. It would be a bit of a pain to shift her responsibilities around a little, but it wasn’t like it was impossible. She would also have to spend a whole week away from Zane, but now that she thought of it, maybe that was a good thing. Wasn’t she the one who wanted to keep Zane as a less-important side-piece to work out her sexual frustrations on? He had been quite presumptuous lately, and maybe leaving on a cruise without him would be a good way to properly put him in his place. 

Suddenly, all of her excuses seemed unimportant. Here in the warm sunshine on the dunes, with a glass of wine already pleasantly leeching into her bloodstream, only her relationship with Dan seemed to matter. 

She drained the remainder of her second glass and flashed Dan a wide, genuine smile. “You know what? Let’s do it! If we don’t celebrate our marriage now, when will we?”

Dan said nothing more. His expression of happiness was all that he needed to say. He pulled his wife into a tender kiss, and Claire reflected that she wasn’t sure why she had ever felt like she needed more than this. 

Before they packed up their picnic, Claire made sure to snap a sunny, smiling selfie of the two of them and post it to social media. She wanted her disrespectful lover to see what it really looked like for a man to treat her how she deserved. 

“It’s almost a shame to leave it all behind,” Claire said wistfully, looking out at the waves once again. 

“Well, good thing I have more planned,” said Dan with a laugh. “How does a couple’s massage sound? After that, I have dinner booked at the highest-rated restaurant in the resort town nearby. I thought we could turn this into a whole day thing.”

Claire hung her arms around her husband’s neck and kissed him within an inch of his life. Saw what you would about Dan Harrison; he knew when to step up his game when it really mattered.

…

The place was lovely, and Claire had to admit it was nice to be in a high-class restaurant without the sneer, disrespectful looks of lust around her. She felt nothing but her husband’s affectionate gaze right now… even though the henna tattoo still marking her left breast seemed to burn beneath her clothes. 

It really had been wrong for her to agree to be marked that way when she had a loving husband at home, and in this moment of loving connection with Dan, the guilt was almost too much to bear. 

After dinner, while they were waiting for the waiter to bring them the Creme Brulee, Claire impulsively grabbed her husband’s hand. “Why don’t we get matching tattoos?” she blurted out, trying her best to fight off the pink blush that was staining her face. Something about this night made her feel like she had when she was first dating Dan. Head over heels and giddy. 

Dan burst out laughing, but squeezed her hand affectionately. “What?! That’s crazy, sweetheart. I thought you didn’t like tattoos. What brought this on?”

What brought it on, of course, was the way she had submitted to a temporary tattoo from another man. But she couldn’t tell him that. “I don’t know… it just… feels romantic,” she said with an embarrassed shrug. “It doesn’t have to be something big. Just a little heart with initials or something like that.” She wanted something permanent. A silent, secret victory for Dan over the temporary marking that Zane had given her. 

“Well, maybe,” said Dan, but Claire could tell by his little smile that Dan could be convinced if she pushed a little further. And she would push. She needed it, a way to push back on her guilt for falling so deeply into another man’s clutches. 

“Tonight,” said Claire, using her best puppy-dog eyes. “Let’s not wait. We can stop somewhere on the way home.” She didn’t want to hesitate. She wanted to capture this moment of pure, innocent love and stamp it on her skin before Zane had a chance to confuse her again. 

But Dan shook his head. “I’m afraid it will have to wait for tomorrow,“ he said with a sheepish grin. “Because I have one last surprise for you. I rented us a nice room in the Grand Vista hotel, a couple of miles up the coast. I even did my best to pack your bag for you so it could be a surprise.” 

Well… it was hard to be disappointed by that, even if it meant that her tattoo plans would be put off for a day. Claire wasn’t too worried. Today had turned over a new leaf in her relationship with Dan, and there was nothing that would happen tonight that could change her determination to mark that love forever on her skin. 

Before they left the restaurant, she took a short video of herself and Dan spoonfeeding each other creme brulle and posted it to her social media. 

Not even to annoy Zane anymore. Just because she was having such a good time with her husband.

…

Claire bit her lip as she pulled her husband through the door of the hotel room. Dan had been just full of surprises today, in the best way possible. 

The entire day had been incredibly sweet and thoughtful. Dan was doing everything right. He had proven that, despite the weakness and inadequacy he had been displaying lately, he still possessed the romantic impulses and kindness that first attracted her. Things that Zane would never be able to match. And this time, Claire thought that he deserved to be rewarded.

She led her husband to the bed and pushed him onto his back. She grimaced as she saw a hint of apprehension in his eyes. This was the same position they had been in last time… when she had teased and denied him mercilessly, before feeding her poor unsuspecting husband an illicit creampie. The whole memory felt shameful now. Especially because it had turned her on so fucking much. She had a lot to make up to Dan. 

Working swiftly so that he didn’t think she planned to just tease him again, Claire unzipped her dress and left it in a puddle on the floor. Even when she thought it had been just a picnic, she had been well aware that this date with her husband might lead to some sexy time, so she had been sure to wear an appropriately fetching set of lingerie. She had also been sure to choose a bra that wasn’t lacy or sheer in any way… and it would have to stay on as well. She didn’t want to flaunt her henna tattoo to her husbands and raise all kinds of questions she couldn’t answer. 

Last time she had made her husband jerk off and then eat her out. This time would be different. She wanted to give him the same kind of service that she offered Zane. Claire knelt at the foot of the bed almost reverently, running her hands up the thighs of her husband’s pants while staring him in the eyes with a heated, loving gaze. 

He looked almost deliriously happy, not quite believing that she might be offering what he thought she was.

Claire wasn’t a fan of blowjobs. Or at least she hadn’t been before Zane had begun training her. Wrapping her lips around a cock had always felt a little too demeaning and subservient. So, although she had blown her husband a handful of times when specifically requested, it had never been part of their normal bedroom routine.

But tonight, Dan deserved it. And not just because she had been sucking Zane's cock a lot lately. Her husband had really impressed her today, and she wanted to show him some love. 

Claire tore open Dan’s pants with fierce impatience, and this time he sprang out of his boxers hard and throbbing and ready for her. Claire had somehow known he would be. Tonight was too perfect for him to fail to perform. 

Claire wasted no time. She reached out to grip the root of his dick. 

…too thin. Scrawny and dissapointing in comparison to her lover’s thick, throbbing manhood. 

She extended her tongue to lick slowly up the underside of her husband’s cock…

It felt like she had barely begun before her tongue reached its end. Surely Z couldn’t be more than a few inches longer, but those few inches felt like a mile when it came to the impressive intimidation Zane’s cock was capable of. 

… And planted a soft kiss on its head, before parting her soft lips and slowly sinking her mouth down the length of his shaft, swirling her tongue the whole way. 

Too small. Too small. She was used to Zane’s cock stretching her lips wide. When she dipped her head this low, Z was already pressing his bulbous head against the back of her throat. But by the time she had reached the bottom of Dan’s cock, he had just barely reached her throat. 

She stared up into her husband’s eyes, desperate to feel that sizzle of sexual connection that his romantic gestures had made her feel earlier… that Zane could so easily inspire with his obnoxious, bullying dominance. 

The ick. Claire had heard the term before, although she had always found it kind of stupid. The concept that one moment could turn you off of someone you were attracted to up to that point... It sounded shallow and petty to her. 

But something did happen when Claire stared up into her husband’s eyes. Despite the nagging thoughts about his inadequacy that lurked in the back of her mind, Claire was still horny, and wanted more than anything to light the spark of desire and connection inside her into a raging inferno of love and lust with her husband. 

But Zane’s training had taken root in her deeper than she realized. Her body was primed to see a powerful, dominant man glaring down at her when she looked up with a mouthful of cock, and that wasn’t what she saw at all. Dan, who couldn’t believe his luck and was nearly dying of shocked pleasure, had chosen that moment to bite his lip and close his eyes in a weak, faltering expression of sexual ecstasy. 

The ick.

The was no other word for it. When Claire expected to see a confident expression of command and dominance like Zane would give her, he husband let her down once again. She looked down immediately, averting her eyes from his face, and, shamefully, tried to imagine the expression that should be there instead. Zane’s ugly face floated in her mind, replacing her husband’s. She rapidly bobbed her head up and down his disappointingly short cock, trying to forget her shock of disappointment and remember the spark and first she had felt a moment ago. 

“Oh God! Where did you learn that baby?” asked Dan in a quavering voice, and Claire had to resist an urge to tell him to shut the fuck up. His tone was soft and hesitant, almost as if he didn’t want to bother her. His hand hovered over the back of her head, but he didn’t touch. 

Weak. Too fucking weak!

Claire cleared her mind, swiftly and smoothly bobbing her head to stuff her husband’s cock deeper and deeper into her throat, wriggling her tongue over every inch of his pulsing shaft, trying her hardest to lose herself in the sexual heat of a blowjob well-delivered. But, although she made rhythmic choking sounds in the back of her throat, and thick saliva began to drip down her chin, she simply didn’t feel the powerful, filthy lust that seemed to fill her to bursting every time she was with Zane.

“Honey, slow down,” groaned Dan weakly, “if you keep going that fast, I’ll cum!” 

Claire held back a snarl of frustration and withdrew, leaving her husband’s dick dripping with her saliva. Ok, so a blowjob won’t do the trick. No big deal. That’s just the warm-up anyway. After the perfect day my romantic man gave me, we are going to have dynamite, lovey-dovey sex and rekindle a connection that Zane could never even dream of. Working in a frenzy of sexual desperation, and trying her best to avoid her husband’s eyes, Claire dropped her panties to the ground and mounted the bed, planting a knee on either side of her husband’s hips. 

With Zane, she would normally prefer to be held down and dominantly fucked into the mattress… but she no longer had the same confidence in Dan she had enjoyed up until a minute ago. Cowgirl had served her and Dan well for their entire relationship, and that seemed like the best choice for a position that could rekindle their sexual connection. 

At least Dan was stiff and eager for her… she reached down and gripped his cock, rubbing up and down her slit, trying to stir up the heat of desire she had felt burning there for him this evening. She closed her eyes, biting her lip, and let out a low, artificial moan… trying to fake it until she made it, willing herself to get horny again. Luckily, she was still dripping wet from earlier, and her husband’s cock slid inside her easily. 

It’s wrong. It… it isn’t filling me completely. It isn’t stretching me the way I want.

Claire ignored the nagging feelings of dissatisfaction as she ground her hips downward, clenching her hot, slippery walls around her husband’s cock. 

“Fuck baby, it feels so fucking good,” groaned Dan. He didn’t push her to fuck him. Didn’t gloat over how she belonged to him. Just softly voiced his appreciation. He reached out to hold her hips… tenderly, softly. Not the dominant, commanding grip she craved. Claire couldn’t even look at him, bouncing her hips up and down, faster and faster, desperately chasing a feeling she wasn’t sure that Dan could give her. 

She tried to ignore the voices in her head, but they grew stronger and stronger, more and more insistent as Dan’s inadequate cock failed to thrill her… 

He isn’t enough. It was an awful, uncharitable thought, but Claire couldn’t deny it. Dan had done everything right tonight. He had pulled out all the stops and put in a truly impressive performance as a romantic partner. Claire had been swept off her feet. Had been totally willing to fall into bed and turn that romantic spark into a sexual blaze of passion. 

But Dan couldn’t do it. It didn’t matter if he was more romantic, and kinder, and a better conversation partner. She and Dan simply didn’t have the sexual chemistry that sizzled between her and Zane. 

She humped her hips faster, sweating and grunting with the effort of frenzied movement, her tits bouncing in the bra she had been careful to keep on, the muscles of her belly straining in the dim light as she squeezed her husband’s cock tight with every upstroke. Her fat ass slapped down loudly against her husband’s thighs again and again as she struggled to feel something… anything that could rival the dark heat of sex with Zane. 

But it was no use. Dan’s cock couldn’t hit the right spots. It wasn’t thick enough… wasn’t long enough. But it wasn’t just a problem with his cock. There was no sense of command from Dan. He just laid back and took it, staring up at her in worship.

“You’re so beautiful, babe,” he breathed, reaching up to cup her cheek and try to pull her into a kiss. Claire ignored the gesture, biting her lip hard and increasing her pace further. He was treating her like a Goddess, but that wasn’t what she wanted right now. She wanted to be treated like a slut! Something that Dan might not even be capable of. 

“Fuck!” gasped Dan beneath her, thrusting his hips upward… but not as hard as Claire wanted, “Fuck s-slow down a little, honey. You’re going to make me…”

Claire didn’t care. She was lost in her own world, fiercely denying what she already knew was true, trying to force a pleasurable reaction from her body that could only happen naturally. Her hips pumped and her pussy clenched and her tits bounced heavily in her bra from her feverish pace. But she didn’t even detect the ghost of a potential orgasm. 

Which shouldn’t have been a surprise. Only one man had ever made her cum on his cock, and it wasn’t the man she married. 

Dan gave increasingly desperate, strained protests, but Claire paid no attention. She rode her husband mercilessly until he finally groaned and released, shooting a pathetically small load of inferior cum into her pussy. 

Claire kept pumping her hips for a moment in her single-minded obsession with feeling good, but in just a few moments, Dan went soft and slipped out. Claire leaned forward heavily on her hands, bitter disappointment raging through her. And not just disappointment in Dan. She was equally disappointed in herself, if not more so. Something was wrong with her. Dan hadn’t changed. This is the way they had made love for years. 

It just wasn’t enough for her anymore. Not after the changes that Zane dick had made inside her. If she had been less weak, less foolish, she could still be happy with Dan. Zane was to blame for the new sexual incompatibility between her and her husband, but she had let it happen. 

“I love you, sweetie,” said Dan beneath her, looking up into her eyes with the same old love and admiration. 

“I love you too,” said Claire with all the warmth she could muster, hiding her confusion and despair behind a smiling mask. 

…

Claire lay awake on the soft, luxurious mattress, staring at the ceiling. Dan snored softly beside her, but she felt miles from rest. Her brain fizzed and popped with dark, fleeting thoughts that she couldn’t turn off. 

Am I just going to be stuck like this forever? Forced to either cheat on the husband I still loved or live life sexually unfulfilled? She wasn’t sure she could make that choice now that she had experienced true satisfaction. 

She lay in a cold sweat, rethinking the same conundrum that she had puzzled through a dozen times already, when her phone buzzed, rattling on the hotel nightstand. Claire’s eyes focused on it immediately, her adrenaline spiking. Suddenly her pulse was racing through her again, her belly twisting with anxiety. 

The devil on her shoulder had chosen the perfect time to strike once again. In theory, it could have been a spam text. Or a notification from social media. Or even her mother reaching out at an unfortunate time. But she knew that it wasn’t. She knew what she would find in the messaging app before she even reached out to hesitantly pick up the phone. 

[How was your day, Claire Bear?]

Claire frowned down at the text. For Zane, it was conspicuously innocuous. Really, what she ought to do was pay no attention and let him stew, just like she had planned. The very fact that he had double-texted meant that her silent treatment was getting to him. 

Claire glanced over at her sleeping husband, curled up and facing away from her, his chest gently rising and falling. He was a good man and a good partner despite his shortcomings. But tonight, it was hard to focus on his strengths. Even after pulling out all the stops and giving Claire the most romantic day ever, he had tripped at the finish line. 

Claire was hungry for a spark of passion, and she knew that Zane could give her that. Even over the phone.

[You saw, I’m sure. I had a lovely day with my husband.]

She waited, eyes glued to the screen, a sneaking sense of arousal already creeping through her from the illicit contact while lying just feet away from her peacefully sleeping husband. It took Zane long enough to reply that she thought that he might have turned her game back on her, but then the dots appeared, and a response popped it. 

[Uh huh. I knew that little performance was for my benefit. Looks like the cuck did his best. What was the result? Did he wow you?]

Claire felt a surge of annoyance at Zane’s response. Mostly because, as usual, it seemed like he had instantly put his finger on her insecurities and pushed them to the fullest. Just from knowing her and looking at some happy pictures, Zane had been able to predict her dissatisfaction before she even felt it. Claire couldn’t just let him think he could win that easily. 

[Yes, he did. Ten times as romantic as I’ve ever seen you act. I didn’t think about you at all. We had a perfect day.]

Claire smirked at the phone. There. Let’s see how the little troll reacts to that!

[Wow. That’s high praise from a woman with standards as high as yours. So little Danny was perfect, huh? Even in bed?]

Claire stifled a groan of angry frustration and set the phone face down on the bedside table. Fucking Zane. Once again showing his talent for pushing her buttons… and manipulating her. To her horror, Claire found that she was getting more and more aroused just from sparring with him over text. More aroused than she had felt when her husband was fucking her. She had to get a hold of herself. The entire reason she had gone on this trip in the first place was to reconnect with her husband and prove to Zane that she didn’t fucking need him. She had to cut herself off right this second. She might have done irreparable harm to her mission already just from that brief conversation. 

The phone buzzed again. Claire bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. Willing herself to stay right where she was and not pick up the phone. There wasn’t another buzz. She waited, her pulse drumming through her and adrenaline singing in her veins. Her resolve wobbled. There isn’t a problem if I just read the message… as long as I don’t reply, Z will never know that I read what he sent. 

Claire snatched her phone back up almost greedily, eager for the opportunity to scoff at whatever petty trick Zane had cooked up to try to hook her deeper. 

Her eyes widened and her breath caught as a sickening pulse of lust blazed through her. Zane knew when to use a scalpel and when to use a sledgehammer, and this time he had gone for forceful, aggressive sexuality. A picture of Zane’s towering, swollen cock filled Claire’s screen, and her eyes traveled over it hungrily against her will, drinking in every stiff, veiny inch. The sexual hunger her husband had failed to satisfy earlier roared back, throbbing between her legs and stiffening her nipples as she saw what she really wanted vividly splashed across her screen. 

[Fuck you!] Claire texted back without even thinking, in a blind rage over Zane’s audacity. How dare he send her a picture of his cock when she was making an effort to reconnect with Dan? 

How dare he make her want him that easily?

Zane’s answer flashed across the screen in an instant, as if he was waiting for her reply. 

[That could be arranged.]

Claire bit her lip again, but this time it wasn’t from frustration. It was to hold back the sudden surge of longing that pulsed through her. Fuck, even just him mentioning the possibility sent a fleeting blast of images through her brain. Zane’s cock sinking into her wet, aching pussy, filling it completely. Her lips stretching around the throbbing head of his dick as he stared down at her with a dominant sneer of command. Filthy images of sweaty, satisfying rutting, of getting fucked down into the bed by a man who knew how to put her in her place. 

The dirty heat rushing through her body was pooling with uncomfortable intensity between her legs, but she still defiantly texted back, [Are you even listening to me, you idiot? I don’t need you! You took me for granted and went way too fucking far. I’ll stick with a man who deserves me, asshole.]

Zane didn’t respond for a while, and Claire felt a strange pang of mixed satisfaction and disappointment. It felt good to win an argument with him for once, but she still craved more of that spark that only a fight with him could give her.

But it turned out that Zane wasn’t done. Her phone vibrated in her hands once again. 

[Claire, you can lie to me all you want, but you’re never going to feel like you are in control of your life until you stop lying to yourself. You think that Dan deserves you? Ridiculous. I know the type of woman you are, Claire Bear. The only man you can truly accept is one that wins you by right of conquest. One who proves his superiority by putting you in your place and physically claiming you as his own. Dan can’t do that, but I already have. I’m the man who deserves you, and you know it.]

Claire stared down at the confident, obscene message with her heart in her throat and her pussy pulsing with needy, wet heat between her thighs. Her anger was still there. She was furious at this man’s naked presumption, but she couldn’t help but admit that what he said had a ring of truth to it. Zane’s dominance did make him feel more deserving than Dan’s kindness, even if Claire could recognise intellectually that that was a fucked up way of looking at things. She tried to think of some way to respond to Zane that would defend her and her husband’s honor, but before she could even begin typing, Zane had texted her again. 

[Touch yourself for me.]

Even in this moment of heated, contentious exchange, Claire couldn’t help but snort and roll her eyes. Of course, that’s what Zane would want. 

[No. I told you I’m not interested.]

[And I told you to stop lying to yourself. Apparently, I need to show you who you belong to. And I fucking know that your cuck husband didn’t get you off tonight, so you must be pretty pent up.]

Claire shook her head, denying the dark, taboo appeal of the idea even as her body warmed up. She glanced over guiltily at her husband’s sleeping form, biting her lip. Obviously, she couldn’t fucking rub her pussy for another man while lying in bed with her husband. Zane was being fucking ridiculous. 

But Zane didn’t stop. It just wasn’t in his nature. 

[You know what, Claire Bear, you don’t need to say anything. Just read what I have to say and decide for yourself whether you’re going to rub one out. I think we both know what choice you’ll make in the end.]

Claire’s whole body throbbed with anxious arousal. Dan shifted in bed next to her, mumbling something in his sleep before settling back down. She couldn’t even entertain this. In fact, since Zane was so good at manipulating her, she should probably just turn her phone off to remove the temptation. But she couldn’t. She was like a deer in the headlights, helpless to do anything but watch as her doom approached her. 

[I want you to imagine yourself on your knees in front of me. Staring up into my eyes. Seeing the power and control there. My cock is right in front of you. Thick. Hard. Throbbing with masculine power. Is your mouth watering, Claire Bear?]

Fuck. Claire wiped her lips with a shameful swipe from the back of her hand. Say what you wanted about that pudgy little freak, he had a way with words. Claire felt her body growing hotter and hotter from Zane’s obscene teasing, her nipples almost painfully stiff against her bra, and her panties beginning to feel clingy and moist against her aching pussy. She teetered once again on the edge of turning off her phone…, but the temptation was too great to resist. 

[I’ll take that as a “yes”. Are you touching yourself yet, Claire Bear? I know you need it. You’ve been aching to cum ever since your pathetic excuse for a man stuck his limp noodle inside you and failed to do anything worthwhile. I know it’s true. So why not touch yourself? Just a little. No one has to know. Not even me.]

Claire bit her lip and let out a stifled whimper. Damn it. God fucking Damn it! He’s right. I do need it. And, in the end, I won’t have to admit it to Zane even if I do indulge myself. So why not do it and quench this burning desire that had flared up inside her? With a shuddering breath, her face blazing with a hot blush and her belly roiling with the feeling that she was playing right into Zane's hands, Claire slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, probing the slick, heated flesh beneath. 

[Good girl. Now imagine how it would feel to serve me on your knees. Taking my thick cock between those soft lips and worshipping every inch of it with that wicked little tongue. Showing your man that he’s in charge with an act of pure, humble submission. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For a man like me to take charge?]

Claire’s fingers slowly circled her clit, and she had to bite her lip even harder to hold back a moan. Fuck, how can he do this with just words? She felt like she was already close to orgasm just from this tease, when her husband hadn’t been able to get her there through hard fucking. Without thinking, she texted Zane back, too swept up in pleasure to care how weak it made her look. 

[Yes, Z.]

[That’s what I thought. Here. This is what you need, isn’t it?]

He sent another picture of his hard cock, and Claire’s hips squirmed upward into her fingers at the powerfully erotic sight. His teasing words and pictures had awakened the powerful desires that her husband had failed to fulfill, and now that hunger felt like the only thing that mattered. 

[But we wouldn’t stop with a blowjob, Claire Bear. You and I never do. I would fill that hot little pussy completely with hot, hard cock. I would drill you down into the bed again and again until you screamed for more. Until you told me I was the only man you need. I would make you cum, whimpering and moaning and bouncing on my thick cock. Make you feel so good that you can barely think from the mind-melting pleasure of it all. Does that sound good, Claire Bear? Do you want to cum for me?]

Holy shit, I’m so fucking close. Claire panted hot, heavy breaths, her fingers working madly on her clit as she stared at the phone in front of her, focusing on Zane’s poisonous words. This was so fucking wrong… Dan was sleeping right beside her. He had given her a perfect day of romance and love, and she was repaying him by getting off to another man’s filthy dirty talk. But she ignored Dan for now. Right now, Zane was the center of her world. 

[Yes, Z. I want to cum so bad.]

His answer was cold a harsh as a slap in the face. 

[Too bad. You don’t have my permission.]

Claire stared at the text in incomprehension, her fingers slowing down for a moment. What the fuck kind of game is this cocky little prick trying to play? He got me right to the edge, and now he wants to pretend he isn’t interested? Claire tried to get herself off anyway, rubbing feverishly and swirling her hips up into her fingers, but suddenly her orgasm felt distant again. Zane, the man who was supposed to be controlling her, had forbidden her orgasm, and even though Claire knew the dominance and submission was only a game, that took some of the wind from her sails. 

She whined in frustration, trying to stay quiet and not wake Dan, and furiously texted him back. 

[What the fuck, Zane? You can’t just wind me up like this and leave me hanging! Let me fucking cum!]

[Oh… so you DO need my permission. Interesting. Don’t worry, Claire Bear. I’ll let you get a little relief. But I’m going to need something from you in return.]

Claire shook her head, her fingers still circling her swollen clit. No. No, I have to be strong. Giving in to his demands will mean sinking deeper into his clutches. The whole point of this fucking day with my husband was to teach Zane I don’t need him! What message would it send if I beg him for an orgasm? 

She tried. She pushed herself hard to cum on her own, then tell Zane to go fuck himself. But in the end, it felt just like it had when she tried to orgasm with her husband, and after a few desperate, sweaty minutes of sexual frustration, she grudgingly texted Zane back. 

[Fine. What you you fucking want, you monster?]

[Simple. I want you to come see me. Right away. Right after you cum.]

Claire hissed quietly in frustration, her fingers making wet, sloppy sounds in her panties. 

[I can’t fucking do that, Zane! I’m in bed with my husband right now! And besides, I’m out of town.]

[Haha, you’re rubbing one out to dick pics with your husband sleeping right next to you? You’re such a little slut, Claire Bear! I know you’re out of town. I saw your pics, remember? I’m close to you. Maybe five minutes from the restaurant you ate at. I can send you the address after you cum your brains out.]

Claire’s heartbeat sped up, and her pussy pulsed needily beneath her fingers. Zane… had taken the day off to follow her? Her cold shoulder must have affected him more deeply than he was willing to admit. Zane liked to pretend that he was above feeling any sort of special connection with her, but he had tipped his hand this time. But that didn’t matter for the moment. What he was suggesting was foolish and risky.

[No way. Impossible. What happens if Dan wakes up in the middle of the night and I’m not here?]

[Oh, I know… it would be a terrible risk, wouldn’t it? You’re right. We should just call it a night then. Sleep tight, Claire Bear. If you can get to bed after I don’t let you cum, that is.]

Claire closed her eyes and frantically rubbed her pussy, chasing the orgasm she wanted more than anything in the world. But the fact that Zane told her not to had somehow dropped an impenetrable wall between her and climax. Fuck… I can’t. I can’t do what he says. Not this time. Claire reached up and yanked down her bra, exposing her nipples and a peek at the bear tattoo on the outer swell of her breast. She tossed the phone aside and focused completely on pleasuring her own body, grunting rhythmically and flexing her hips while her fingers pinched and pulled her stiff nipples, trying to force an orgasm out.

Finally, she collapsed back in a sweaty, trembling heap. Mercifully, even through that slutty display, Dan still hadn’t woken up. But that was the only positive aspect of the situation. Dan’s lackluster performance had left her wanting more, and Zane’s teasing had brought her to the brink of desperation. 

Suddenly, her mind began bubbling with excuses. Maybe giving in to Zane’s demands wouldn’t be the end of the world. 

I can just slip out and visit Zane, then slip back into Dan’s arms without him knowing… right? And even if the worst does happen and Dan wakes up to find me gone, that wasn’t impossible to explain. I can just claim I went out to satisfy a late-night craving… for food. Dan will never have to know! 

Claire scooped her phone back up, filled to the brim with frustrated desire and twisted taboo arousal.

[Fine. Fine, I’ll come see you. Just let me fucking cum!]

[That’s what I like to hear. Cum for me, Claire Bear. Rub that hot, wet pussy and imagine a real man filling it. Cum for a man who knows how you actually need to be treated. For a man who really “deserves” you.]

Claire had to admit that, even though it was humiliating, Zane’s permission was what unlocked the key to her pleasure. Suddenly, it was like the intensity of sensation coming from her clit was multiplied by one hundred. Her hips bucked upward into her fingers with needy, liquid movements, and stifled whimpers of pleasure poured from her throat. She belonged to Zane. Depending on Dan to make her cum had been foolish. He couldn’t even manage to make her cum with his cock, and all Zane needed was a few smug words and…

Zane sent one last picture of his hard dick, his fist wrapped around its base to emphasize its impressive length. 

“F-fuuuuuck!” moaned Claire, and then her orgasm washed over her, toes curling and thighs trembling beneath the fancy sheets of the hotel her husband had thoughtfully booked for her. Guilt and frustration and submissive desire mixed and burned inside her as her pussy spasmed beneath her rubbing fingers, sending cascades of pleasure roaring through her body. 

Dan stirred beside her, and Claire hastily pulled the covers up to just beneath her chin, her heart hammering in her chest even as the waves of orgasm continued to wash over her. 

“Honey… are you ok?” asked Dan in a low voice, muzzy with sleep.

“Everything’s fine, dear,” said Claire softly, working as hard as she could to keep her voice calm and even. “I just… I had a nightmare.”

“Oh… ok then, babe, hope you sleep better now.”

“Yes, dear,” said Claire, “I think I will.” Her phone buzzed one last time. The only contents of the message was an address and a room number.

…

By the time Claire made it to the address that Zane had sent her, she was reconsidering her agreement. She was a bundle of nerves now, tapping her nails on the dashboard as she squinted through the dim night. Dan was such a heavy sleeper that making it out of the hotel room without waking him hadn’t been a problem, but even he got up sometimes during the night to pee. He could wake up at any moment. Claire kept expecting her phone to light up with a call from him, suspiciously demanding to know where she was. 

But Claire didn’t have it in her to deny Zane’s request. It might have been fine if she had told Zane “no deal” and refused to entertain his perverse bargain in the first place. But instead she had agreed to his terms, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that trying to back out of the deal now would have consequences she was unprepared to deal with. Besides, she was willing to grudgingly admit at this point that doing what Zane said felt good. 

All she had to do was say hello. A short visit would fulfill what she had promised. Then she could go back to her husband before he even realized she was gone. 

Claire’s GPS informed her she had reached her destination. She wrinkled her nose as she pulled into the crumbling parking lot. The “Shoreview Motel” was an inaccurately named shithole. The only view that the dimly-lit strip of doors looked out on was a gas station and a pizza restaurant that looked like it had gone out of business years ago. The contrast with the luxury hotel her husband had booked was so sharp that Claire was certain the comparison was purposeful. Zane had enough money to rent the finest room in town. He wanted her to meet him in a sleazy motel room, and he wanted her to leave her husband’s side in a luxury suite to do it. 

Claire parked and made her way swiftly to room 7 beneath a buzzing, flickering streetlight, hugging herself close and staring nervously around at the shadows surrounding the seedy motel. There was no light coming from beneath the door… but this was where Zane had insisted on meeting her. Claire knocked hesitantly, half-hoping that there had been a mix-up and Zane wasn’t here. It would give her an excellent excuse to get out of this situation and go back to her husband’s side, safe and secure. 

But as soon as she knocked, a firm, confident voice called out from inside. 

“Come in. The door’s open.”

With her heart in her throat, Claire checked the knob, finding that it was indeed unlocked. She swung the door open silently to the dark room, and in an instant her disquiet and fear was transmuted into equally troubled lust. 

Zane sat across from her on the motel bed, utterly naked. The only light in the room was the deep red of the neon light outside the room, bathing Zane in a surreal tint. His eyes glinted in the shadowy half-light. His cock lay dormant, but long, hanging down between his squat, hairy legs. The sight of him naked in that dim, dingy hotel room sent an instant flush of desire through Claire’s body, taking her breath away. Up until a second ago, she thought her masturbation session had taken care of her sexual cravings completely, but when her eyes focused between his legs… all of that hunger roared back, stronger than ever before. As she watched, Zane’s cock stirred, jerkily lifting as blood pumped into it. 

“Come here, Claire Bear,” said Zane in a low, calm voice. “Close the door behind you.” He beckoned her closer as his cock stiffened to its full impressive length, jutting up from his waist. Claire’s heartbeat pounded in her ears. She knew that if she obeyed, this wasn’t going to be a quick greeting and then a trip back to her husband. If she walked forward toward the fat little man on that bed, she would be doing whatever he said for as long as he wanted. 

The door clicked loudly shut behind her as she stepped forward, her mouth watering and her eyes locked onto Zane’s cock. Zane held up a hand when she was just a few feet away. 

“Clothes. Off.”

Claire’s whole body was alive with crackling, dirty sexual electricity. Her resistance was all used up for the night. Right now, she was a plaything for Zane’s twisted desires, and that thought flooded her with weak, trembling, submissive lust. She pulled her shirt up and over her head, then dropped her pants to the ground, shivering in the cool, unwholesomely moist air spat out by the room’s rattling air conditioner. 

Her panties slid down over the swell of her thighs, leaving her sensitive pussy tingling in the air of the room. Claire was thankful for the darkness. From Zane’s perspective, she must just be a curvy silhouette outlined in red. Hopefull,y he couldn’t see how instantly and completely he had turned her on. Her desperation to get fucked just at the sight of his cock was pathetic. 

Her bra came next, and in a few efficient movements she had unhooked the bra from behind her back and dropped it to the filthy carpet, leaving her nipples to stiffen instantly in the coolness of the room. She knew it was only her imagination, but the henna tattoo on her breast seemed to burn on her skin. 

Zane didn’t say another word. He didn’t need to. Claire closed the distance between them. His eyes stared up into hers, glittering with the confident command that Calire had wanted to see in Dan’s eyes so desperately. Claire's knees went weak, and she followed that impulse, sinking to the ground in front of him until, despite his short stature, she was staring up into his eyes… and more importantly, at the thick, throbbing cock just inches from her face. 

The only command that Zane gave was the command in his eyes. The only hint of what he wanted was to slightly scoot forward on the bed, spreading his legs a little wider. The movement made his cock bob obscenely up and down, and Claire’s eyes followed it, desire rioting through her. 

She took the next step herself, gripping her lover’s cock around the base and sucking it eagerly between her lips. She instantly felt a wave of powerful satisfaction mingled with shame. This whole day had been about proving to herself and Zane that she had standards. That he couldn’t expect her to bend to his every whim. Yet here she was, on her knees in a filthy hotel room while her husband slept alone somewhere else, eagerly sucking Zane’s cock, feeling more sexually satisfied than Dan had ever made her with more respectful, equal lovemaking. 

Zane seized the back of her head in a rough grip, taking charge of the blow jobb and sinking her head down, slowly but firmly, until he was fully lodged in her tight, wet throat. 

“I want you to get one thing through that pretty head, Claire Bear,” said Zane in a possessive growl, beginning to slide Claire’s head up and down his stiff cock. “You’re mine. My woman. No one else’s. And especially not that pussy that you call a husband.” Claire was utterly under his control now. His powerful hand on the back of her head pushed her face up and down, making thick gargling noises in the back of her throat as Zane slowly fucked her face. Every nerve in her body sang with humiliated pleasure. Her pussy burned between her legs, dripping slick lubrication down her thighs. Her breasts, which her husband hadn’t even laid eyes on in a week, bounced lightly, her stiff nipples scraping against Zane’s thighs. 

“You were made for my cock. You were born to submit to me. I’m your man.”

Claire could feel the truth in what he said. She wanted to be his. She wanted to be claimed by him. Possessed by him. No matter how much of an asshole he could be. Because of how much of an asshole he could be. Her neck began doing most of the work, no longer needing Zane’s brutal guidance. Sliding his thick cock into and out of her throat while her hand slipped between her legs, flexing and rubbing feverishly, adding sloppy wet noises of another kind to the choking throat noises already filling the room.

“And I’ll do whatever I want with you. You’ll serve me whenever and wherever I want. Just like you promised me.”

It brought her vividly back to that night beneath the table. Humbly serving Zane on her knees while so many people were close by. While his friend was watching her directly. God, it had turned her on, even while it had infuriated her.  Right now, devouring his cock with single-minded intensity, she imagined burning eyes on her like that night, and her blood boiled with the shame and arousal of that moment once again, like it was fresh. 

Then Zane pulled her up, gasping and red-faced, off of his cock, and, to Claire’s shock, bent down to kiss her passionately. Claire’s hand fell automatically to his slimy cock and began to jerk him off as they kissed, tongues wrestling between their writhing lips. Zane pulled away first, and said the last thing that Claire ever expected to hear. 

“But… I’m sorry. As the man in charge, it’s my job to make sure that I push you just enough, but not too much. I went too far at the club. The next time I push you, I’m going to be certain that you can handle my orders.” 

Claire stared into his eyes and felt something she didn’t expect. Just a ghost of the deeper, warmer connection she felt with Dan… but somehow mixed with the exciting sizzle of dominance and submission. Zane’s cock felt strong and hot in her hand as she smoothly pumped his fist up and down its rigid length. Her body burned for more..

“Fuck me,” whispered Claire, her voice roughened by her enthusiastic blowjob. She wanted to make this night complete. For Zane to prove his superiority by making her cum all over his cok like her husband couldn’t.

But Zane surprised her once again. 

“No,” he said with a cocky smirk, staring down at her with eyes that regained a bit of their displeased edge. “Not tonight, Claire Bear. I fucked up the other night, but you fucked up since, haven’t you? You tried to make me mad today, and you fucking succeeded. Now you’re going to have to make it up to me.”

Claire felt a pang of disappointed desire. Was he fucking serious? He had called her out to this shitty motel, and all he was going to let her do was suck his cock? But on the other hand… His reference to her “making it up to him” was as scary as it was intriguing. 

“How?” she asked, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice. “What do I have to do?”

“That’s the attitude I like to hear,” said Zane with a smirk, patting her cheek. His eyes flicked downward. “Keep jerking my cock. Don’t stop.”

“Pig…” muttered Claire. But despite her annoyance, her hand began moving once again, sliding up and down Zane’s thick, veiny shaft. 

“You fucking love it. Well, the first thing you're going to do is spend the night here with me.”

Claire stared at him as if he were insane, but her hand unconsciously gripped tighter around his shaft and began jerking faster. “Z… you know I can’t do that. I snuck out on Dan. I left all of my clothes and stuff back at the hotel… We brought one fucking car for God’s sake. What the fuck is he going to think when he wakes up and finds me missing?”

“I have no idea, Claire Bear,” said Zane with a raised eyebrow. “Maybe you should have thought of that before you tried to make me jealous. I want you to prove you care more about me than your husband, and this is how you’re going to fucking do it. You’d better start thinking of a good  excuse to tell him.”

Claire took a shuddering breath, her belly fluttering with dark flames of twisted lust. Fuck… I’m actually going to do this aren’t I? It was the same feeling she had experienced the night when she fed Dan Zane’s cum. An utter betrayal of her marriage in the cruelest way possible… After Dan had worked so hard to impress her, after he had booked her a luxurious room for a night of love, she would be sleeping instead with his ugly rival in a filthy motel room. 

“Fine,” she said, her insides twisting with guilt and lust. “Fine. I’ll make some sort of excuse in the morning. He’ll believe me.”

“He always does,” said Zane with an evil snicker. “Secondly… I need you to clear your schedule for me tomorrow. That’s when I’ll fuck you again. If you’re a good girl, that is. But tomorrow night… You have to do everything I say. No more little Miss sassy, strong, independent woman. You’re going to be my willing fuckdoll all night long. Can you do that for me, Claire Bear?”

Claire shuddered. She knew the depths that Zane could go to with the women he called his. He had already demonstrated how far he wanted to go with her. The sort of complete submission he was suggesting could lead her places that would be hard to come back from. She hesitated… but her whole body was swooning with submissive heat. Her fist pumped wildly up and down her lover’s cock, and the urge to please him and earn the right to get fucked by him once again was strong. 

“Hey,” said Zane seriously, his gloating tone giving way to sincerity for a moment as he reached down to grip Claire’s chin and turn it upward toward him, “I told you. I won’t push you further than you can handle. Next time, you’ll enjoy what I make you do. I guarantee it.”

Claire bit her lip… then nodded. “O-Ok,” she whispered. “I promise. Tomorrow… Whatever you say goes.”

“Good,” said Zane with a broad smirk, leaning back on his hands. “Now… one last task. And it’s one I want you to take care of right fucking now. I made you cum tonight already. Now it’s my turn. And this time, it’s going to be all over that pretty face.”

Claire blanched at the thought. If blowjobs were too demeaning for her, facials were beyond the pale. Their only purpose was to brutally and disgustingly put a slut in her place. To primally mark a man’s territory with a hot, sticky gush of… Fuck, Claire was turning herself on just thinking about it. When had she become so depraved that the idea of submitting to a man jizzing all over her face made her horny? 

With her heart leaping into her throat, Claire worked both hands up and down Zane’s massive cock. She had swallowed his load at this point. Taken multiple creampies deep in her pussy. But this would be the first time she let him fire a load of thick, sticky sperm all over her lovely features, marking her as his in the most humiliating way possible. 

She began masturbating again with one hand as she pumped his cock faster and faster, licking her lips and sucking in hot, gasping breaths as submissive pleasure roared through her veins. 

“That’s it, you little slut,” growled Zane above her, pressing his bulk forward in anticipation. “Smile for me. Your husband might get all kinds of cute pictures with you, but he doesn’t get to paint that pretty face with cum. Fucking take it all.”

Claire felt hypnotized, her eyes locked to the swollen head of Zane’s cock. She could feel him tensing in her hand and knew that she was only moments away from the most demeaning experience of her life, which was saying a lot after what Zane had put her through. She found herself craving that humiliating hot splash of goo… she wanted to be dominated and disgraced by the man who had conquered her body and soul.

Claire let out a gasp as a spurt of thick, pearly jizz splashed across her nose and lips. Her tongue poked out automatically, licking up the salty cream, but by then the second blast of cum had already been fired from her lover’s heavy balls, splattering thickly across her cheek and forcing her to close one eye. Another spurt hit her face, then another, covering her in thick, gluey ropes of semen.

It was just as humiliating as she had assumed… but Zane had trained her well, and by this point, humiliation was just another turn-on. She was being marked, just a surely as the bear tattoo had. Baptised in Zane’s filthy lust, changed from the snooty woman who considered Zane beneath her into a wanton whore who would do anything for his cock. Her hands never stopped moving, one of them milking every drop of hot cum out of Zane’s cock and onto her upturned face, while the other rubbed incessantly between her thighs, reveling in the shameful pleasure of her first facial. 

Claire didn’t realize what Zane was doing with his phone until he had already snapped a few pictures of her with his cock in hand and sperm splattered all over his face. 

When she did realize that he had already captured her disgrace, Claire shook her head in exasperation… but the fire had gone out of her for the evening, and the only protest she could muster was a weak, “Z… what the fuck?”

Zane chuckled and tossed his phone aside. “Don’t worry, Claire Bear. Just for my own personal collection. You got all sorts of nice pictures with your hubby this weekend. I wanted at least one of us. Now… why don’t you get washed up? It’s late, and I’m sure you’re tired. You’ve got a long day ahead of you tomorrow.”

…

Zane stared down at Clairre’s face as she tossed and turned on the narrow, uncomfortable motel mattress. Mine. Forever. I’m going to make fucking sure of it. Zane could count the number of women he had ever apologised to on one hand, but Claire was an exception he was happy to make. 

He had meant every word that he said to her tonight. He really had pushed her too far at the club when he had revealed her real name to Caleb. He had gotten too excited over the prospect of getting her on the website and rushed things. 

But that didn’t mean his general thrust was wrong. Claire was close. He could tell she was turned on by being shown off in public, and getting a facial had almost made her cum by itself. Yes, Claire was nearly ready to make her porn debut despite this little setback. She would be the crown jewel of his site, and a slut he was proud to have on his arm besides. 

Claire didn’t know it, but tomorrow they would be filming her porn debut. She wouldn’t necessarily agree to post it immediately… but by the end of the night, Zane was confident he could get her most of the way there. This little speed bump today had been annoying and even nerve-racking, but Zane actually thought it had probably brought Claire closer to total obedience. She had learned that she needed him now, and learned the stark difference between him and lesser men.

Everything was in place. Zane had meant it when he said Claire would enjoy it the next time he pushed her boundaries. He was confident that by the time he finished with her, Claire would be the happiest porn star on earth. 

…

Audience Participation:

Claire has agreed to be utterly submissive to Zane for tomorrow, and Zane intends to use that leeway to film her very first porn scene. 

The question is… what should Zane make Claire wear for her porn debut? Special lingerie? A porny costume? Something symbolic? 

I want to collect suggestions from you all for what Claire should wear in the video, and in a few days, I will put the most popular options up for a vote! Please leave your idea in the comments!