Chapter 26

If I had to describe sex with Arthur in one word, I would choose... 'mediocre'. Or 'underwhelming', maybe.

As I lay wide awake in my small bed, my limbs tangled with Arthur's, after only a couple hours of sleep, disappointment hit me like a truck. Then guilt, over the realization of what we had done.

Fuck.

Arthur was the same in the bedroom as he was outside of the bedroom. If his neuroses were manageable, sometimes even endearing, in everyday life, they became a huge issue during sex. While we were getting undressed, he'd proceeded to fold our clothes as soon as they were off. Every. Single. One. Even our underwear. He hadn't let me undress him, had insisted on removing his clothes himself, and I'd had to remove my clothes myself, too. And that was just the 'before' part.

Arthur had this ridiculous preconception that he needed to be a gentleman in bed – his version of a gentleman, I should specify. As such, he did not engage in oral sex. Ever. He deemed it too degrading for me to go down on him, and he was too grossed out to go down on me. And for the penetrative part, I can't begin to explain what a disaster it had been. Arthur was only okay with missionary, any other position being too obscene for his taste. He was very specific about it. Kissing on the mouth was allowed, so we had done a lot of that. But no touching. I had kept wanting to caress his back, grab his butt, wrap my legs around him, anything that could have given the both of us a bit of reprieve. He hadn't let me.

To his credit, he had tried very hard to please me. I couldn't touch him, but he was okay with touching me, to an extent, and he knew how the mechanics worked. So he had tried, again and again, to make me come by rubbing my clit. Unfortunately, I was too frustrated to be able to come at that point, so I had told him to stop after a few long minutes of trying. Upset, or bruised in his ego, or turned off, or too honorable to come if I didn't come as well, he had stopped there and not come either. He had then put his underwear and a shirt of mine on and had gone to sleep. While he was asleep, I had undone my hair, removed my makeup, and jumped into bed without bothering to put clothes on.

I'd had a lot of bad sexual experiences in my life, and this one probably wasn't the worst. At least, we respected and cared for each other, which was not the case with all the partners I had had. But as much as it pained me to think it, if it wasn't the worst, it was very close to the bottom.

That's what I was mulling over while looking at my ceiling, next to Arthur who was peacefully asleep and breathing rhythmically in my ear. What the hell had I put myself into? "Don't break his heart," Val had said. Well, I wasn't sure how not to do that now, because there was no way I could keep entertaining whatever it was that we had knowing that we were so incompatible in bed. I felt terrible about that. I truly did. After all these weeks of constant arguing, and questioning, and negotiating, he had caved. For me. And I was about to thank him by taking my leave. I felt like a monster.

My phone beeped with the notification from a new text. It was a number I didn't have in my contacts.

Unknown: Are you awake?

Me: Surprisingly, yes. Who is it?

Unknown: I'm at your door. Come and find out.

Me: Yeah, right. It sounds like a totally safe thing to do.

Unknown: Just come outside, Abby.

And because I was a moron, or because I had no self-preservation instinct, but mostly because I knew it was either Cedric or Spencer who had just changed their number for whatever reason – surely water damage in their phone due to one too many drunken dive into the pool – I put on my fluffy pink robe over my naked body and got off my bed.

I yelped when I opened the door. Better, I jumped. Nothing had prepared me for who was standing on my doorstep, a few hours after I had just had sex with Arthur.

Victor Dullac, ladies and gentlemen, in all his glory. Looking all smug and hot in his shirt and dress pants, even though it was barely eight in the morning, on a Sunday.

I swiftly stepped out and closed the door behind me, praying to God that the noise I'd made had not woken up Arthur.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I whisper-yelled at the handsome CEO in front of me.

"Easy! You're not a morning person, are you? Can I come in? I brought breakfast." He held a bag of pastries in front of me.

Panic.

"Hell no!" I extended my arms in front of my door, full-on starfish mode. I would fight him if I had to, but he was not stepping one single foot inside this flat.

"What's so terrible behind this door that you don't want me to see?" Did I not want him to see behind this door, or did I not want what was behind this door to see him?

Realization seemed to hit him.

"Oh, I see," he said. "Abby, is there a man in your apartment?"

Bold of him to assume it was a man.

"It's none of your business."

"I'll take that as a yes. I'll also assume that you are naked underneath this robe."

He had a shameless look south, his eyes stopping where the sides of my robe crossed over my chest. I should have been offended, I should have tried to hide my skin better, I should have kicked him out. Instead, I found myself being aroused, and craving for his eyes to devour my body. My vagina was frustrated from not coming the night before, and she was making me pay for it.

"Listen, I... I've officially separated from my wife. We're taking a break from each other and seeing where that leads us."

"Oh I kn—" I stopped at the last second before making an irreparable mistake. He could not know that I knew. How the hell would I know if it weren't for Arthur? "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Yeah, well, it was meant to happen, wasn't it? I confronted her about her cheating. She denied everything and she got mad at me for doubting her. And then she suggested that we separate for a while. Can you believe that?"

So it wasn't even Dullac who had suggested the separation. It was his wife. What a coward.

"I can believe it, actually. Now that you're separated, she can keep screwing whoever she's already screwing without the added guilt of adultery."

"Anyway. You told me to find you once I had my shit sorted out. That's what I'm doing now. I understand that I can't get in right now but meet me for lunch? Or dinner?"

I had a somber laugh.

"You broke up what? A couple days ago? And you think you have your shit sorted out? Please."

"Isn't that my problem to figure out? You didn't want to be a homewrecker, and now you wouldn't be. All the rest is of no importance to you."

He had a point. His separation from Mags cleared my conscience on the adultery front. What did I care how he was feeling about it? I had a much bigger issue, though. And that issue was his son sleeping in my bed as we talked.

"Did he fuck you well?" Dullac interrupted my internal questioning.

"Huh?"

"The man inside right now. Did he fuck you well?"

As I tried to think of a good lie, it took me one second too many to reply.

"I guess he didn't. What a shame."

What a shame indeed. My vagina was screaming for the release she hadn't had. She was contracting at a steady rhythm despite my best efforts to calm her down, sending Morse code to the man in front of me. 'F-U-C-K-M-E' is what she was saying.

And the message was well-received. Dullac put the pastries on the floor, took a step, and pinned me against my door with his whole body. His knee wedged itself between my legs, my bare vulva now resting on his thigh.

"I would fuck you right," he whispered in my ear and it took all my strength not to beg him to show me right there, right then. The tip of his tongue stuck out just enough to lick my earlobe. "I would never let you go to bed unsatisfied."

Oh lord!

His hands found their way to my waist, his fingers the knot of the sash that kept my robe closed. He looked at me, and with his eyes asked for my permission to untie the knot. I breathed in, I breathed out, trying to slow everything down. That was all wrong. In the meantime, my pelvic muscles kept contracting of their own accord. I was weak, and I was craving the dick. I nodded softly.

Dullac grinned with all his teeth, like a shark about to devour its prey. He untied my sash and pulled the sides of my robe apart, exposing my naked body.

The heat between my legs grew exponentially. I needed release. Now. I attempted to rub my thighs together, but they were forced apart by Dullac's leg. So I rubbed myself on his thigh instead.

"Look at you," he said in a condescending tone, "you've been so badly fucked that you're all worked up over nothing."

Sadly, he was right.

"I love those, by the way," he said while tugging on both my piercings, making me whimper.

I cast an anxious look behind me, as if I could see behind the door. Please, may Arthur be a heavy sleeper.

"You're going to have to be quiet," he warned, "I have no desire to pick up a fight with your substandard lover."

Huh. 'Substandard'. Another great way to qualify sex with Arthur.

While his mouth found my neck, not so gently grazing his teeth on my thin skin, one of his hands traveled south. His pointer and middle fingers slid up and down between my labia, spreading my – abundant – wetness all over. I bit on my lip to keep from moaning. His thumb landed on my clitoris, and my body spasmed against him. And when his two fingers entered me, I gasped loudly.

"Do you want me to make you be quiet?" He threatened me and, to be honest, yes, I really wanted him to.

His fingers curled inside of me, titillating my G-spot, and he pushed harder on my clit. To quote one awful politician, he was quite literally grabbing me by the pussy. And I enjoyed it. As he built the pressure between my legs, I started whimpering again. I tried not to, I hated showing that man the power he had on me, but I couldn't help it.

"If you don't shut up, I will make you," he whispered in a low voice meant to be menacing although all it did was arouse me more.

Yes please!

His eyebrows were low on his icy blue eyes, his jaw tense, his nostrils flaring. Whether it was real anger or fake, roleplay anger, I could not tell. What I could tell is that this look sent all the tiny bits of remaining common sense I had through the window.

He pinched harder on my nipple. I wailed. His look became even more intense.

He removed his fingers from inside me and brought them to my face. The hand that was on my breast got ahold of my hair and yanked on it, pulling my head backwards.

"Open up," he ordered.

And like a good girl, I opened my mouth. He shoved three of his fingers in there, really deep, making me gag violently on them.

"If you want to make some noise, I'll make you make some noise," he declared through clenched teeth.

Once the gagging stopped, he ordered me to lick my arousal off his fingers, which I did. Then he released my hair. He put one hand over my mouth while the other retrieved its place between my legs. His sole forefinger found my clit and started circling it with the perfect pressure and speed.

The pleasure built up fast and I was already very close to coming, consequence of a night of bad sex and a morning with a hot man doing bits to my bits. Without meaning to, I started moaning again. Good thing Dullac had his hand covering my mouth to muffle my sounds. As I reached the edge, I moaned louder, losing all control and sanity. God, it felt good to be touched by someone who knew what they were doing.

And then all contact between his finger and my throbbing clit was lost. I watched as his lips stretched into the most satisfied grin. That's the flipside of being touched by someone who knows what they're doing. They know how to make you come, but they sure also know how not to make you come.

The frustration was high, but I was still quite close to the edge. I could make myself come in a few seconds if I acted fast. Right as I was making the decision and moving my fingers to my pussy, Dullac grabbed both my wrists and pinned them above my head, against the door.

"No. You don't get to come right now."

I groaned. My last chance was Dullac's leg between mine. I rubbed myself against it, like an addict desperately trying to get their next fix. But then his leg was gone. His dress pants had an obscene wet stain on the thigh. It looked disturbingly hot.

He kept me immobilized for a few minutes, waiting for my high to come down, and then, finally, he released me. He covered my body with my robe and tied the sash. He was not going to finish me.

"Here's what we're gonna do," he said as he took a business card out of his pocket and started writing something on it. "You're going to go back inside and get rid of whoever is in your bed right now. Once it's done, you can join me at this address," he handed me the card, "and we can continue what we've started. And because I'm a gentleman, I'll even cook a meal for you. Whether it's lunch or dinner depends on you."

"I'm not going to kick him out just to come sleep with you. That's awful!"

He looked at me with a raised brow and for the first time I saw the similarities between his features and his son's.

"Sure. But letting me touch you while he's right behind this door is fine?"

Touché.

"You do what you want," he said, "but the offer is only valid today."

And without further ado, he took the bag of pastries and left my doorstep.

"I'll see you later today," he arrogantly said while going down the stairs, not even turning back.

Well, well, well, looks like somebody is in a crappy situation...

Shut up!

But also, my inner voice had a point. I came back inside and went straight to the bathroom. I swiftly took care of myself, hoping that finally having an orgasm would clear my head. And it did. My stomach felt like I had swallowed ten pounds of lead, which represented the weight of my guilt. I was not okay. I took a shower and brushed my teeth, trying to remove all evidence of my morning shenanigans, then slithered back into my bed.

Arthur was still asleep, but my coming under the duvet woke him up. Half awake, he put his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him, his morning wood poking my butt.

"Where have you been?" He asked in a sleepy voice.

Shit, shit, shit!

"I just... I needed the bathroom and then I took a shower."

"M'kay."

He kissed the back of my head then drifted back to sleep. Thank God.

After half an hour spent trying to get some sleep but my brain refusing to switch off for a minute, I gave up and got out of bed. I got dressed – short baby pink dungarees over a white bandeau top – and sat on my couch, my phone in one hand, Dullac's address in the other. I did a quick Google Maps search. The address was his condo in Manhattan Beach. The building was right next to the beach. One could literally step out the door right onto the sand. Not that I was considering going there...

Not long after I'd left the bed, Arthur started to toss and turn, and eventually got up. He was wearing black boxer briefs and an emerald green shirt of mine. The one with the cute dinosaurs on it. The one that Cedric had gifted me a few weeks ago. Fuck, how had I not caught up on that earlier?

Arthur's dick was stretching his underwear, morning glory and all that, but I gracefully ignored it.

"Can I use your shower?" He asked.

I nodded. I heard him pee, then take a shower, then brush his teeth. Of course Arthur was too proper to pee in the shower. He came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. I was too preoccupied to lust over it and that made my heart sink. He deserved better.

He quickly put his clothes back on in the privacy of the bathroom.

"Erm...," he said when he exited, "do you want to talk about it?"

There was no need to ask what 'it' was. 'It' was the fiasco of the sex we'd had.

"Okay, I... I'll just go," he said when I was not replying.

"Yes. Thank you."

I needed some time alone to think about all the questionable decisions I'd made. Arthur stepped towards me and started to bend over, as if to kiss me goodbye, then changed his mind.

"Goodbye, Abril," he merely said and left without another word.

* * *

I am a terrible person.

Like, really, sometimes I wonder where my parents fucked up for my moral compass to be so wrong. Or was it just on me? No parents to blame, just me and my shitload of emotional damage.

In a move that will surprise exactly nobody, it was noon when I reached Victor Dullac's condo in Manhattan Beach. The building was three-story tall, right by the beach. I could see the ocean in the gap between this building and the one next to it.

I rang the interphone.

"I see you made the right decision," the bastard said in the speaker. "I've unlocked the gate. My apartment is on the third floor."

The penthouse with roof access, of course. If he did not own the whole building, he had to own the best apartment in it.

I made my way there and knocked on his door. I was surprised to find him wearing sports shorts and a sweaty tee-shirt.

"I didn't expect you to be that eager," he explained and that made my teeth grind. "I thought you'd be here in a couple hours so you're catching me in the middle of a run. My apologies."

If he weren't that hot, with the sweat trickling down his forehead and his muscles pumped up with the exercise, and if I had an ounce of self-respect, I would have turned on my heels and left the premises. I had no patience to deal with his arrogant ass.

But this girl was a hoe, and she had experienced what those fingers were capable of. She just couldn't not see the whole thing true. So I ignored his stupid comment.

"Can I get you something to drink while I shower?"

"Sure. I'll take a whisky. Neat."

"It's noon."

"And?"

"Never mind."

He got me my drink and went for a shower. I wandered about in the apartment for a while. It was much warmer and welcoming than his son's house, although equally expensive looking. The western wall was all window, with a stunning view of the beach and the ocean. I opened the doors as I walked past them, finding two bedrooms, and a home gym. Just like Arthur's, Victor's gym was made so that most of the equipment was facing the ocean. They might dislike each other, but they had more similarities than they thought. One had to be a Dullac to dedicate an entire room of their house to be a gym rather than, I don't know, a game room? An office? A walk-in closet? A sex dungeon?

While I continued the exploration, I found some stairs going up. To the roof, surely. I climbed and, as expected, ended up on the roof. It was ornamented with an assortment of green plants which both ensured privacy and made the place look like a mini tropical jungle. There were a couple of chaises longues, a patio table and chairs, and, most importantly, on a wooden elevated platform, an in-ground hot tub. It was no swimming pool, but it was close enough.

"You can take a dip if you want," Dullac said from behind me, then walked past me to turn on the jets of the hot tub. He had a glass of red wine – we both were alcoholics who drank at noon, it seemed – in his hand and had changed back into the same shirt he was wearing when he'd come to see me in the morning. For obvious reasons, his pants were different.

"I didn't bring a swimsuit," I joked.

His charged look said it all.

"I'll go if you go," I told him.

"Very well."

He put his glass on the ledge of the hot tub and slowly started to unbutton his shirt. I had seen this show already but seeing it a second time was just as great. My eyes were riveted to his chest as he extirpated himself from the garment. He had shaved. For me, I dared think. Why would he randomly shave, otherwise? I didn't mind body hair, but there was something about a man with a smooth, muscular chest. And he seemed to know it.

He removed his shoes, then his socks, and unhurriedly unbuttoned his pants. He let them fall to his ankles, revealing a pair of white boxers. The light color of his underwear accentuated the unexpected tan of his legs. Arthur's ginger skin had definitely been passed on by his mother. However, he had his dad's legs. Victor's thighs were just as bulky as his son's, and that was bad news for me.

I really needed to stop comparing the two, it was way too sordid.

"Your turn, now," Dullac ordered.

Even though it was early November, the air outside was still plenty warm enough for us to be naked on the roof. I placed my glass next to Victor's and stood right in front of him. I took off my jacket, which he had not taken from me when I'd entered his place, unlike his son would have – Stop it! – and, my eyes locked in his, unclipped the straps of my dungarees. I unfastened the bottom part and got rid of them. My underwear was plain yellow cotton with a Pikachu appliqué on the front. Not my sexiest pair but one of my favorites. I untied my shoes and kicked them off; the socks followed. Victor was subtly touching himself while watching me undress.

"Top off," he commanded.

"Do you want to take care of it?" I suggested.

"Certainly."

I put my arms up and, in one fluid motion, my top was off, my breasts bouncing out of it. He didn't waste a second and went straight for my nipples, pinching them hard and pulling on them. I wince in a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Those piercings are going to be the death of me," he groaned, before diving on them with his teeth. I yelped when he bit one of them. I felt him smile against my skin.

"You can make as much noise as you want, here."

We were too high, and the beach below was too busy, for anyone to be able to hear us. And even if they did, they wouldn't see us anyway, hidden in the vegetation of Dullac's roof.

I placed my hands on his cheeks and pulled his face away from my boobs.

"Come on," I teased him, "we've got the whole day, let's make the pleasure last."

Without giving him a chance to reply, I dunked into the hot tub, absolutely loving the warm water and the high pressure of the jet. Dullac went in right after me and sat on the bench next to me.

I took another sip of my whisky which was sadly close to being finished.

"So," Dullac broke the silence, "who was that in your bed this morning? And does he know about my little visit?"

If he knew...

"Why do you want to know? Does it turn you on to know that you'll be fucking me right after somebody else did?" I snarked.

"Yes," he replied matter-of-factly, shoving his hand in his boxers and touching himself for illustration. "More specifically, it turns me on to know that I'll satisfy you more than he did."

"You sure talk a big game for somebody's who's been with only one woman their whole life."

He gave me an intrigued look, surely wondering how I knew that. He decided not to comment.

"It's not about the variety, it's about the repetition. You don't learn anything about the other's body if you only fuck once."

I felt a little called out. But I was confident in my sexual skills, so it's not like it had any real impact on my self-esteem.

"Would you say you're an avid learner, then?" I asked.

"Top of the class."

Show-off. But also, yum!

"Show me," I dared him.

"I'm usually the one giving orders."

Of course he was. He radiated dom energy. And I could be such a brat...

"You look like you need some help getting things moving."

And that's all it took to trigger him. In less time than it took to say it, his hand was on my throat, dragging me forward, his face just a couple inches from mine. He had his angry eyes. My favorites.

His thumb moved up to my chin, to my lower lip. He pushed his way in, finding my teeth. Once he got a good grip, he forced my jaw open and shoved his thumb in my mouth as far as he could go.

"Suck on it," he ordered.

Instead of doing what I was told, I bit on it. Gently, obviously, I'm not a monster. The consequence was immediate. His free hand landed on my nipple and pinched it. And tugged on it. Mercilessly, like I loved. I yelped, as always, pain and pleasure taking turns inside my body. That was my punishment for not listening.

But because it's part of the game to eventually give in, I unclenched my teeth and started sucking on his thumb, like I had been ordered to.

"Good girl," he said with a wicked smile.

The pain inflicted on my nipple stopped, but then Dullac played with my piercing instead, twisting it in all directions, and causing a rapidly burning fire between my legs.

His wet thumb left my mouth and traveled to my ear. He traced the contours of all its intricate anatomy, giving me goosebumps. His finger stopped on my precious sensitive spot and that made me shiver. When he leaned towards to bite on my lobe and blow his warm breath inside my ear, I properly quivered. I was done for already.

"You make it too easy," he taunted me.

I didn't reply. I was very easily aroused, it was a fact. And even though I wished I could express a bigger resistance to Victor's actions, the truth was that he was talented. And he hadn't taken his dick out yet.

He tapped the ledge of the hot tub a couple times.

"Get your ass on here," he demanded.

I stepped out of the hot tub and sat on the wooden platform around it, my feet dangling in the water. Victor placed himself in front of me, standing. I knew what was coming and my vagina started contracting in anticipation.

With one finger, he pushed on my sternum and forced me to lean back. I rested on my elbows.

"Your choice of underwear is atrocious," he commented on my Pikachu panties. "I should tear it off you so you never wear it again."

"Don't you dare do that," I threatened.

He had a sarcastic smile but he listened and removed my underwear without damaging it. He grabbed my ankles and pulled them out of the water, placing them on the ledge on either side of his head, making sure to spread my legs wide, my freshly shaved vulva on full display for him. He blew on it. The hot air on my cold, wet flesh made me jerk a little bit.

"Like I said, too easy," he snarked. "Give me three minutes. That's all I need to make you come."

He was true to his promise. Literally. One arm wrapped around my thigh for a better grip – and better angle — he spread my labia with two fingers and pulled up the hood of my clit with his thumb. He made a point with the tip of his tongue and, with the precision of a horologist – pun intended – he landed right on my unhooded nerve endings.

I didn't manage to contain a scream. It was like I had been electrocuted, in a good way. His grip on my thigh tightened, immobilizing me as well as he could. His tongue started to flick up, then down, then in circles. He was not slow, and he was not gentle.

I came in less than two minutes, shaking beneath his tongue which he did not retreat after the orgasm started. It caused me to spasm like I was seizing. I tried to push him away but he remained, until I stopped spasming.

He eventually let go of me but, with a firm tug on my leg, he pulled me back into the water. He made me kneel on the bench of the hot tub, facing the wall. He pushed me slightly to my left until I was right in front of a water jet.

With one hand, he locked both my arms behind me, his chest flush against my back. With the other hand, he did his sorcery again, spreading my labia and unhooding my clit. The jet hit me right on the exposed nerves.

The spasms were out of his world. My body wanted out of there, jerking in every direction, but Dullac's hold was firm and did not allow it. There was no escaping the jet. I just had to endure the torture.

"Do you have a safe word?" He murmured in my ear.

It's probably something we should have thought about earlier. I was not capable of speaking, the never-ending wave of sensation happening between my legs was way too distracting. And very overwhelming. I just could not think straight.

"Abby," he pressed, demanding, "your safe word?"

"Topology," I managed to cry out.

Topology. Topology is a subset of mathematics; a very crappy one. I had had to take Introduction to Topology in my first year of undergrad and that had been a shitshow. That was my least favorite subject, and by far. I just couldn't understand it. So naturally, when Josh and I had started exploring kinky sex and had had to come up with safe words, I'd chosen 'topology'. Something terrifying enough that was a surefire way to bring everybody's mood down very quickly.

Using the safe word I'd had with Josh should have made me feel terrible, and probably would later on, but I couldn't feel anything but the high-pressure jet on my clit at this instant. So I had blurted out the only word I had in mind.

"Topology?" Dullac repeated, unsure what it meant.

"Yes!" I moaned more than I said.

"Do you wish to use it now?"

The pain was intense, especially as there was no escaping it. But the pleasure was twice as great as the pain. I was properly losing my mind.

"No!"

"All right, then."

He momentarily let go of my arms and reached the control panel of the hot tub. He pushed a few buttons on the touch screen. Next thing I know, I was keeling over under the increased pressure of the jet. Dullac set me up straight immediately and made me endure his treatment. The jet was not continuous anymore but intermittent. At a very high frequency. It felt like being hammered by a roadworker on crack.

My head tilted backwards, resting on Victor's shoulders. I could feel the tears build up in my eyes from such intense sensations. I was on the verge of coming, but the rhythm was too regular to get me my release.

"I—I want to come," I panted.

"You'll have to beg for it."

Of course I had to. Where would be the fun otherwise?

"Please, make me come," I whined. My body was exhausted and sore from all this spasming already.

"Please, who?"

"Please Victor, make me come."

"Wrong."

"Please, sir. Make me come, I'm begging you. I—I can't take it anymore."

The tears were falling free from my eyes now. He took his sweet time before he placed his mouth right next to my ear.

"No," he whispered. "Only good girls get to come early, and you've been very bad. We stay like that until you come on your own. That'll teach you."

Oomph!

The motherfucker was good, I had to give him that.

So we stayed in the same position. I could not hold anything back anymore. I moaned, whined, wailed, all that while my body was shaken by intense spasms and my clit was submitted to what felt like electroshocks every single second. I held on, savoring the trance it was putting my mind in. Until, after a few long minutes, I came in what must have been my most intense orgasm to date.

But it didn't stop there. As the post-orgasm sensitivity kicked in, Dullac locked me in place and made me endure the jets until I came a second time in a row. Only then did he let go of me. I almost jumped out of the way of the jet.

I sat on the bench for a second, panting.

Wow.

Like. Wow.

When I looked up, Dullac was watching me, the most arrogant smile on his lips.

"Now that I have brilliantly demonstrated that I am, in fact, a very skilled lover and that we have established who is in charge, it's your turn to take care of me."

"I need a breather," I protested.

"Not until I say so."

I groaned as he stepped out of the tub, his hard dick straining against his underwear. He removed his boxers swiftly, his erection springing out of it, and sat down on the edge, feet in the water, like I had been earlier.

Victor radiated not only dom energy but also big dick energy. Such a confident man surely had a huge dong. I was surprised to find out that it was not the case. Victor's penis was blessed with girth, but not so much with length, hitting just below the five-inch mark. I was impressed. Most men on the smaller side were not nearly as charismatic and arrogant as he was, for they placed their worth and their masculinity in their penis size. It was interesting, and frankly unexpected, to see that Victor was not like those guys. I wasn't bothered by size, and as for Dullac's dick, it was an overall beautiful specimen, clean, circumcised, and free of pubic hair. I couldn't help but make a mental note that his son was bigger.

Stop fucking comparing the two of them, that's twisted!

"Aw you shaved for me?" I teased. "Cute."

"Why would you think that?"

"Well, you're clearly not shaving for your soon-to-be ex-wife. How long has it been since you last screwed her?"

He took a long inhale, fuming, and grabbed my hair. He pulled on it, bending my neck backwards, forcing me to look at his angry eyes.

"Just shut the fuck up and suck my dick," he ordered.

"Make me," I challenged him.

And he made me. He pinched my nose, forcing me to open my mouth when I needed air, and essentially shoved his dick into my throat. I gagged on it, but Victor was forcing my head down and I could not pull away, so I gagged some more. After a few seconds, he released me. His dick was a drooly mess. I was recovering.

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Now, be a good girl and blow me, will you?"

"Yes, sir," I obediently replied, letting him think he had won this round.

Then I gave him the blowjob of his life. I was known to be good at giving head, and that day I put even more care than usual into it. He tried to keep a straight face and assert his dominance, wrapping my hair around his hand and trying to impose the rhythm. But after one minute of my treatment, he relinquished control to me. It took me longer than expected to make him come, evidence that he was older than my usual partners, but when I wrapped my tongue around his tip, my piercing grazing its ridge, he moaned a couple of times and came undone in my mouth. I swallowed his warm semen without missing a beat and kept on sucking, triggering his own post-orgasm hypersensitivity. I got a few good winces out of him before he grabbed my hair again and pulled me away.

"Enough," he commanded.

"Just trying to be thorough, sir."

I shot him my most angelic fake smile. His jaw clenched.

"Come on, let's get back inside and get some food before I make you regret being such a smartass to me."

He got up from the ledge and put his clothes back on, minus his wet underwear. I did the same.

We headed downstairs with our undies in our hands. We did not stop in the kitchen, he led me to his room instead. There was a gigantic bed in the middle of it, as expected. He pulled a box from under it and my jaw dropped when he revealed its content. It was full of sex toys and restraints of all shapes and forms.

"So this is a proper shag pad," I said, rightfully so.

"Stop calling my place a shag pad. I do not shag other women in this apartment."

"Why else would you have a box full of sex toys in here?"

"They're from my house in Palm Springs. I brought them with me, I wasn't going to leave them there and let my wife use them with whoever she's screwing."

Petty. But also, very understandable. I would have done the same. Not that I am any example in terms of sensible choices.

"So you're going to use them with me instead?"

"If you want to?"

I nodded. Of course I wanted to. I could already see a couple items that spiked my interest.

"How do you feel about anal?"

"I love it."

"Great. Bend over."

Without waiting for me to move, he manhandled me and bent me over his bed. He dug inside the box and placed in front of me three ovoid metallic objects with a flat, bejeweled end: butt plugs, in three different sizes.

"Which one do you feel most comfortable wearing?" He asked.

"Which one do you want to stick inside me?"

He pointed at the biggest one, it was roughly four inches long and two inches wide. I'd had much bigger things up my ass.

"Then that's the one I want," I said.

He took out some lube and applied a generous amount on the plug. Then he scrunched up one leg of my dungarees until my asshole was exposed. He applied a lot of lube on it too. Just the tip of his finger slightly pressing on the outside of my anus was enough to make my insides contract again. He inserted one finger. I moaned. God it felt good! He left it there for a few seconds, going in and out slowly, letting me adjust to the foreign object. Then he removed it and went straight for the plug. He applied a bit more lube for good measure and shoved it in. I yelped loudly. The instant fullness, laced with a bit of pleasurable pain, was overwhelming. My knees buckled and I felt myself crave another orgasm already.

He readjusted my dungarees back on my butt and spanked me once, just like you slam the top of the car when you're done loading the trunk.

"All good," he declared.

We went to the open-plan room and he served me another whisky.

"Have a seat, I'll make us lunch," he said with a plotting smile, knowing very well what sitting would do to me.

I sat nonetheless, hissing quietly as the pressure in my butthole suddenly increased. I was already clenching everywhere, there was only so much stimulation I could take without turning into a puddle. He heard it and had a satisfied smirk but did not comment.

We did not talk much while he made us a simple pasta dish, with chicken and a creamy sauce. We didn't have a lot to talk about, really. We had nothing in common, and our interactions had been limited to a few arguments, some of them steamier than others. But except for maybe one conversation we'd had in his car, we were basically strangers. That usually didn't bother me, most people I had sex with were total strangers, some of them I didn't even know their name. But as I ate the food Dullac had just made, I found myself wanting not only his dick up my ass, but also any bit of non-sexual interaction. I don't know, he could at least have asked me how my week had been.

We expedited the end of our meal and, after another alcoholic drink, we went back to business. Victor took me to his room and got fussy about wearing a condom. He told me he didn't have any, so I fished one out of my bag and told him he either put it on or I was leaving. He put it on and fucked me divinely after that, doggy style and very hard, until I came loudly, pulsating around his dick and the butt plug. I was still catching my breath when he pulled the plug out, squirted some more lube on me, and then swiftly inserted his dick in my anus.

I whined. It was a lot. I loved it, but even I had only so much endurance.

"I need a minute," I told Dullac in a serious voice.

"Okay," he replied, dropping out the dom act for a second. "Do you want me to pull out?"

"No. Just stay there and let me catch my breath."

I took a few minutes to get back to a steady breathing, to stop my legs from shaking, and mostly to adjust to the unbelievable girth of Dullac up my ass. In the meantime, he grazed my lower back with his fingertips, giving me goosebumps and helping me relax.

"All right. I'm all good now. We can resume."

"Are you sure? We can stop if you want. Or I can take it down a notch."

"No, I don't want to take it down. I want you to fuck me like I'm your whore." I punctuated my sentence with a clench that didn't go unnoticed.

"All right." Something shifted and his voice instantly became lower. The dom voice was back. "Then I'm gonna need you to ask nicer than that."

"Please, sir, fuck me in the ass like I'm your whore."

He pulled out almost entirely and rammed his dick back inside of me, his hips colliding with my butt cheeks. That shook me to my core, I couldn't help but scream in pleasure.

"Like that?"

"Yes!"

His hand fell on my butt in a nice, stingy spank.

"What was that?" He asked.

"Yes, sir," I corrected. "Fuck me hard, just like that."

He did fuck me hard. After a few slow but powerful thrusts inside me, he anchored his fingers on my soft hips and picked up the pace tremendously, not compromising one bit on the depth and intensity.

It felt desperate, and honestly it kind of was. He was desperate to forget that his marriage was falling apart. I was desperate to forget that I was fucking the father of a man I had just started to care about. Our sex was more animal than anything. Even the noises we made were barely humans. It sure felt awesome physically, that was probably the best sex I had ever had, excluding Josh obviously. Emotionally, however, it had just started to feel very wrong.

One hand pulling my head back by my hair, the other on my clitoris, Victor made me come and ordered me to say his name as I did. He came almost as soon as I started to orgasm around him. He gratified me with a few final thrusts that felt like he was trying to drill a hole in my body – which is a good thing, just in case there was a doubt – and he pulled out.

He got rid of the condom and let himself drop on his back next to me. My muscles sore from so much exercise, I was just starting to unfold and making my way to a lying position, belly down.

"That—That was great sex," Dullac commented.

He was right. It totally was. Mind-blowing sex, even. Then why was I feeling so bad?

Guilt. The answer is guilt. And questioning. And maybe realization?

After such a quality dicking from Dullac Senior, I found myself realizing that the person I wanted to find lying next to me had the same surname, but a whole other first name. Even if Victor had made me come five times in the span of a couple hours, while Arthur had not managed to do it even once, Arthur's were the arms I wished were around me right now, kissing my forehead, and telling me he'd do a better job at fucking me next time.

Dios mío, what have I done?

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A/N: Did I just write that? Yes, yes I did. I did mention that my characters would make questionable decisions, didn't I? 😂 I hope I didn't shock anybody too much...

Next chapter on Friday, after that I'll take a small break from posting for the holidays. Just so you know, that chapter will be in the past timeline, I'm afraid you'll have to wait before you see the aftermath of this shitshow. I'll be back in January, most likely on the 9th but we'll see if I have enough spare time to do it a week earlier.

I wish you all a merry Christmas and a happy New Year!

Love,
Charlie.

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