Chapter Ten:
No more blackmail – ultimatum completed.
Thursday night was here too quickly. Anna had spent every day and every night thinking about her situation. For a while, she tried to take the approach that she was finally free; that the risk, the possibility of losing everything was now finally gone. But even as she thought that, she knew that she was missing the control. She knew this was going to haunt her. But how to comply; my god, how could she be expected to expose her infidelity to her husband?? She loved him so much, and knew he loved her too.... She couldn't risk ruining it. Then her thoughts would go to the night that she expressed the fantasy to him; he was more than just accepting of the fantasy... it turned him on! But still, it was considered just fantasy. How could she consider telling him about something real, that another man had been using his wife; and to take it further, to tell him that she wanted it.
She did want it though. She didn't love her husband any less; and he was always good at satisfying her. But all of this....it was so new to her, so wild. It made her feel new, young...and she wanted the sensation of submission. Her husband seemed to enjoy that sensation too... maybe he could want this too, this total submission. Maybe he could see it, understand it...
But now it was Thursday night, the night before the deadline. And she was no closer to resolving what she should do in her mind. She had no plan; all of the thinking, all of the constant thoughts on this...and she had no plan. It was late, almost 11pm. It was time for bed; she lay there, wide awake, the adrenaline running through her. She couldn't pass this up. She couldn't sleep without at least trying.
I was half asleep when I felt her lips on my cock. My wife had completely blown my mind last weekend, with fantasies that should have bothered me, if not infuriated me....but I found that I couldn't get those thoughts out of my mind at all. She'd planted seeds in my mind, and they were growing like weeds. The seeds of thoughts about her being used by other men seemed to occupy my mind constantly, and I didn't understand why. Worse yet for me was the realization that these thoughts aroused me. We didn't talk much about what she'd done, whispering those fantasies to me while having me tied; and we'd only made love once, the very next night. Since then, we'd just been a little too preoccupied at night to take the time to be intimate.
But now she was on me, with her lips on my cock, and I was instantly hard. She continued doing this, and I thought for a while that she was going to do it to completion. Then she stopped, showing me that wicked smile that she'd recently developed during our intimate times. "You like, baby?" her tone was teasing, and I knew she was going to torture me tonight.
"You know I do." My response sounded a little more needy than I'd hoped it would sound.
"You're going to be a good boy for me tonight, aren't you baby." It was a statement, but I nodded my head to assure her so she would continue. She reached down beside the bed, and pulled up the rope that was becoming very familiar to me.
I was back to being bound, spread on the bed, so open and exposed. The sensation was becoming familiar to me, and I was starting to really want it. My head was propped up by pillows, so her naked body was in plain view. She was straddling me, looking into my eyes; she looked like she was thinking, really contemplating things. Her eyes studied mine, and her hips slowly ground her wet crotch against my hard cock. Finally she spoke.
"You liked what I did to you last weekend, didn't you." I nodded, just reveling in the sensation. She leaned in to get inches from my face; but she did an amazing thing...at the same time she leaned toward me, she slid my cock into her waiting wet warmth, without even touching it with her hands. I groaned slightly, my mind blown at her skill. Her breath was on my face, her eyes demanding to lock with my own eyes. "I need to know you liked last week. Baby, you need to tell me. Because I want you to think about what it would be like if it was real." She was moving on me, sliding up and down on my cock that was aching so badly.
Again, I could do nothing but nod my head, coaxing her to keep going. Her lips kissed mine, dripping like honey. "Say it baby."
"God, Anna. Yes. I don't know why, but I liked it. More than I should, but I liked it." I couldn't believe my admission; but it flowed out of me.
Her eyes remained locked on mine, and her face remained dead serious. She paused, but kept the same slow pace of movement, keeping my cock rock hard in her throbbing with need. I couldn't tear my eyes away, she had me mesmerized. Her voice almost startled me, even though it was hardly more than a whisper.
"Part of it has been real, Eddie." Silence, as she maintained the pace. I didn't know what to say; my eyes were locked on hers, and I even thought it strange that I could feel tears threatening my eyes. I was also aware that her words made my cock ache even harder, despite the sinking sensation in my stomach.
"What do you mean?" My response was a whisper, and it sounded weak, not angry.
She leaned in and kissed me long and hard, working her hips harder over my cock. When she broke the kiss, there were tears in her eyes. For whatever reason, maybe the protective side in me, her tears nearly broke my heart.
"Someone else has been using me."
I was speechless. I lay there, looking at her, wondering if this was a new game. But she seemed so serious; somehow, deep inside, I knew this was real.
She continued, her eyes boring into mine, her hips rotating with desire around my cock that was buried deep in her; still so hard. "I need you to know, Eddie. I love you with all of my heart; I never ever want to lose you, or do anything that would tear us apart. I know the fantasy turned you on, and even now, you're aching with need. I can see it in your eyes. Open your mind, let it go. Think about it, in detail, and know that I love you so much."
My mind was whirling, and her words were making me know this wasn't a game; I could feel the arousal slipping away, being replaced by a sinking feeling that was mixed with fear and anger.
She felt me losing it too. I saw a quick panic in her eyes, and then she lifted off me quickly and began to suck me with abandon. Her hands worked my balls and my shaft, and then I felt one of her knuckles start to press against my ass; she'd done that before, and had found that there's something arousing to me in that. I was hard again, groaning from all that she was doing to me.
She alternated between sucking me and leaving saliva all over my shaft so she could work it with her hand while talking. "Remember the feelings you had when you imagined me being fucked by another? How hard it made you, and how you came in me picturing me being gang-banged? I haven't ever had any of that happen, don't worry. But I have been taken."
She paused again, to study my reaction. My cock was aching with need again, and nothing else seemed to matter all of a sudden. My wife loves me, and she was doing everything she could to make me know that. And it felt so good, what she was doing to me. How bad could this be?
I was able to work up the strength to ask a question. "Why. Why are you telling me this now?" Again, my voice sounded weak, not angry and strong.
She paused, contemplating her answer. She even went down on me again, sucking, as if she wanted a distraction while coming up with the way to tell me her answer. Then she took her mouth off of me, straddling me again to mount me. Her lips reached mine, kissing me deeply, wetly.
"I have to tell you baby. I need to tell you. I never want secrets from you, ever." She moved on me slowly again, and just looked at me, as if waiting for me.
"I don't want secrets either. Anna, I love you. Please tell me what this is about. Tell me what's happened."
She leaned in, and her voice seemed to have suddenly gained an inner strength. Her eyes were almost wicked again; my words to her must have shown her that she has the power. "Eddie, I'm going to tell you everything. I'm going to tell you details. Can you handle details, baby?"
I just looked at her, my mouth half open as I was panting, the need built up strongly inside. I didn't know how to answer. I was afraid to answer.
She continued as if knowing it was ok. She didn't tell me how it began just yet; she started with the story of how she was being blackmailed. She told me how she was required to meet him, and that he used her in so many ways. How she sucked him, sometimes quickly just for his release. How she fucked him when he demanded it, and how he fucked her hard, treating her like a whore at times. She accented all of what she said with dark details, painting vivid images in my mind of how he flooded her with his cum, and how she swallowed him on several occasions. She paused to kiss me deeply, with the wettest kiss, when she mentioned her blowjobs for him.
During a pause, as she continued to fuck me slowly, keeping me from being able to build to an orgasm, I made an observation. "You liked it, didn't you. You wanted it. I can tell from the way you're telling me, you loved being treated that way."
For a brief moment, I could see shame burning on her face, and even her eyes moistened, threatening tears. "I don't know why, baby. I didn't want to like it. I couldn't help it. I started wanting it, more and more." She was talking quickly now, spilling her guts while she had the strength. "I don't want you angry, please. I love you with all of my heart. But I wanted it. I still want it. I want the control. It turned me on, so much. Just like you've been enjoying my control over you; I know you know what I'm talking about. Look at you, you're tied, and I'm telling you such dark things....and you're so hard, inside of me. You haven't once asked for me to untie you, you've been loving my control. I want it too, to feel that submissive feeling. Knowing that I have no choice, that I have to obey."
She fucked me hard and fast for a moment, and I was speechless anyway. My face was burning; from the heat, from the shame. I was beyond caring about the reality of anything said; the thoughts of everything she'd told me were affecting me, arousing me, and I just gave in to it.
She leaned in again, kissing me hard, and mildly nipping my lip. Her power was back again. "Do you believe that all of this is real, Eddie?"
For a moment, my mind twisted. Could this have been a game all along? "I....I...don't know."
Her eyes turned so wicked again; her face, flushed from the sex, took on a wicked smile to go along with it. "I could show you pictures. What do you think of that? I could show you the pictures he took of me, as he used me. I could make you watch the video of what he did to me." Then her voice took on a tone as if talking to a child. "You'd like that, wouldn't you baby? Hmmm?"
During that last show of strength, I'd gotten so close to the edge of release. I was panting, and my words reflected my state of mind. "God, please. Please baby, please take care of me. I need to cum, so badly. Please."
Suddenly she leaped up, slipping off my cock in one smooth move. "Hold on." Then she ran out of the room.
