Defiant

The Lies You Tell the Others

(and the lies you tell yourself)

5- Defiant

"I don't care," Michelle consoled herself.

She had departed the master bedroom of the luxury suite, weeping, with her vibrator in hand - horny, hurt, and most of all embarrassed. Not the kind of embarrassment that made her ready to cum, either, or so she imagined. After a brief visit to the toilet to pee, she flopped backward onto the bed in the outer room to pleasure herself, since no one else had offered. Flicking the switch to its highest setting, she plunged the dildo quickly and fully into her sopping cunt, hoping for instant gratification. The compact device didn't reach very far, but it usually didn't need to, in order to satisfy. Michelle expected her man would choose some further means of punishment for disobeying his command in this way, but it would be worth it. "I don't care," she whispered again. "All I ever wanted was to be loved." Within seconds of touching her clit with her middle finger, the warmth of her first orgasm of the night at last surrounded her. Yes it was worth it. Whatever 'it' might turn out to be.

"What are you doing out there?" Alben demanded from the other room, before the glow from her orgasm had even begun to subside.

"Nothing." She immediately switched the vibrator off and pulled it out. "I went to the bathroom again."

"You're supposed to be in here. Eating pussy. Or else packing your things. Get back in here."

"No," she said, too quietly for him to hear.

"Because," he said through the open doorway, "I can hear your Magic Wand."

"It's not on," she called back, placing the dildo inside her pussy again without turning it back on.

"I'm not telling you again," he repeated. "Zoey's got a date with your tongue."

Michelle ignored his demand and began working toward a second orgasm.

She continued her inner monologue versus her nemesis Zoey. "You? Marry Alben?" she thought. "Like hell, bitch.

"You'd better hope I go easy on your husband, when I go downstairs now and spend the rest of the night with him.

"Oh, I'll wake drunk Dennis up, whiskey-dick and all, and give him everything I've got.

"He'll be a puddle of orgasming jelly when I'm done with him. I'll turn him into a blubbering mess.

"You ever seen a man cry, from too much pleasure? He'll cry like that, when he's with me, bitch.

"He's not strong and dominant, like my husband.

"He's not used to a premium fuck toy like me.

"I didn't even give him anything special yet. But now I'll deep throat him, until he goes cross-eyed.

"I'll use my Kegels on him, when he fucks my cunt, like he's never felt before.

"And if he wants to buttfuck me, well, hell yes I'll let him buttfuck me.

"Fuck Alben. Fuck his rules. I'll let anyone buttfuck me I want to. If I can handle my husband, I can certainly handle yours.

"I bet Dennis has never been with someone who can do Kegels back there, too. I've learned to relax, then tighten up, so that I'm the one delivering pain, not the man. I don't mean pain-pain. Just the kind of pain that brings out the best orgasm he's ever had. I'll pull more orgasms out of him after he thinks he's got nothing left to give.

"Oh yes, my husband's trained me to be a good lover. It's a damn shame how good I am at it now. I had no idea what I was doing, in bed, until Alben. I've been with him two years now, and it's 2002, and he's trained me to do the things you can't, bitch. Things you'll never be able to do.

"Two damn years together. We're married, whether he wants to admit to it or not. Whether he wants to make it legal in the eyes of the law or not.

"Takes more than a pretty face and big tits and half-hearted blow jobs, let me tell you something.

"What do you weigh, 200? He'd never dump me for a fat slob like you.

"You think someone who looks like me could have a man like him? Not unless I bring something to the table, bitch.

"I do his books for him by day. I do his cock for him by night, and the next morning too if he wants it.

"I guarantee, when I'm done with your Dennis, he'll want to marry me too.

"And my own husband will have had his nasty, embarrassing fun at your expense and then come right back to me.

"Big tits aren't even really his thing. He's told me that often enough by now.

"He'll remember that he can't toss you around in bed like he can with me.

"That you can't make him cum like I can when he's tired but still horny.

"Then I'll have him right back.

"Forget what he said about switching for the rest of the cruise. I'll have them both.

"You'll have nothing.

"I'll tell your plumber husband I'm going back with him to Kentucky. Moving in permanently.

"Then make him cry later when I tell him I was just leading him on. Break his fucking heart. Boo hoo hoo.

"So get down on your knees, bitch. Eat *me*. Make *me* cum. Or else you'll wish you had." She came like a shot at this final thought.

"Pushy little sub, aren't you?" Alben remarked when she was done thrashing. She hadn't noticed that he had come out of the other bedroom. "Stop playing with yourself and pack your things. Whatever you want to have with you. Because I'm taking your room key, too. Zoey can give you hers. You can't sneak back in for anything."

Angrily, she got up and retrieved her suitcase. She quickly tossed all her belongings into it and snapped it shut. "Here" she said, handing him the electronic card key.

"We'll revisit the situation on Friday," he said curtly.

"If I'm even still interested," she groused, exiting the suite. "Maybe I'll just move to Kentucky with the plumber."

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