Note: This story contains non/dub-con acts and is not for everyone. Reader discretion is advised.
He spent the next few weeks in a fog of uncertainty after that. Was she flirting with him? Was she torturing him? He honestly couldn't say.
All he knew for sure was that he couldn't get Tara off his mind. For the last few weeks, he'd worried about how easily she could ruin him, but after she'd had his dick in her mouth, he went back to thinking about how bad he wanted her, and the fear only added to it.
The library of his previous conquests faded into the background now, and he found that he jerked off to the cruel girl that basically ran his life now, almost exclusively. He felt pathetic for it, but for some reason, nothing else got him as hard about the way she would use him for her own fucked up goals.
He also started seeing her a lot more. Not on purpose, of course. She still ignored his texts and pretended like he didn't exist unless and until she needed something from him, but for some reason, she was with other people he knew more often than not. Tara had always been in his circle of friends, but after that night, it seemed like Marcus couldn't escape her. First, she dated Brian, and then when he went to a party with a couple roofies to decide who he should enjoy, he saw her grinding on his buddy Andrew on the dance floor.
Before, she'd sent him home with a firm order, "You aren't getting your dick wet again until I've set everything up. So go home and jerk off like the pathetic worm you are while I fuck your friend. Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll send you something to make your tiny dick even harder," she'd whispered.
Marcus had hated himself for listening to her like a little bitch, but he hated himself more when he'd jerked off twice to the audio recording she'd sent him a couple hours later. The woman on the recording was moaning very softly, so he couldn't be one hundred percent certain it was her, but he could hear Andrew give a low moan before he said, "You're a dirty little bitch, aren't you" while the unmistakable sounds of wet, slapping flesh continued rhythmically in the background.
It was a pretty extreme way for Tara to make sure that he knew she was out having sex while he was stuck under her thumb, but that was just his life now, and she was ruthless. Before he knew it, she was everywhere. Then one night, she sent him a text just to twist the knife a little more.
'I'm coming home with Joshua tonight, and I'm going to fuck him in your living room, so be sure to set up your GoPro with a good view of the couch for me at midnight, worm.'
Marcus was in shock, but he did what he was told, and when they came back to the apartment, he pretended to be asleep until he heard the sounds of sex echoing from the living room. Once they were completely engrossed in each other, and both of them were grunting and moaning, he very slowly opened his bedroom door and took a peek. Only the TV was on, but it was enough light to see Tara's face as she bounced up and down on his roommate's cock.
From where he stood, he could only see the back of Joshua's head, but he could see a whole lot more of his tormentor as she rocked up and down on the other man's dick, taking charge as she always did. He could see the look of pleasure on her face and the way her smallish tits only bounced slightly with every motion.
"Don't you dare cum yet," she whined. "Don't you dare fucking cum until I get mine like your fiancée complains so much about."
"She does?" he asked, sounding a little hurt.
"Of course she fucking does," Tara grunted, fucking him even harder. "You just get so turned on by that baby bump you just can't help it can you?"
"I can't," he agreed, he moaned. "She just gets hotter every fucking day... God. I shouldn't be fucking doing this."
"Cheating on the mother of your child," Tara gasped, obviously getting off on the fucked up stuff she was saying. "And she's only been gone for two days. What the fuck are you thinking?"
The more she talked, and the more fucked up things she said, the faster Marcus stroked his cock. He could see her naked body again, at least a little across the dark room, but the sight of her tits didn't turn him on nearly as much as the poison that was spewing out of her mouth.
"All I can think about is how beautiful you are, Tara." As Marcus spoke, it was obvious he was getting closer to cumming.
"Of course," she moaned. "Because the only thing you care about in the world is getting your dick wet."
They all came together a few moments later. Joshua presumably came inside Tara with his mouth latched onto one of her breasts, Tara came on his dick loud enough to wake the neighbors, and Marcus came all over the back of his door before he quickly shut it. He knew that it was too dark for her to have seen him, but still, Marcus couldn't shake the feeling that as he and Tara had reached their mutual orgasm from across the room, their eyes had been locked together in a moment of unexpected intimacy.
The next day, he was woken up by the sound of his door opening, and he only had a moment to stir awake before he saw Tara striding into his room, fully clothed, and tossing him something.
"Put that on, loser. I want to see how I looked last night," she said with an evil smile. "Though, of course, you already know, don't you."
Marcus blushed but said nothing. Instead, he caught the camera, focused on pulling out the memory card, and moved to obey automatically. However, when he finally moved to pull his sheet off him, he realized he was still down to his underwear.
"Could I maybe have a second to put some clothes on..." he asked politely. "Please?"
Tara just laughed and yanked the blanket off of him. "If you stared at my tits last night like a perv, the last thing in the world you're going to get from me is a little consideration."
Marcus sighed heavily but didn't bother to deny it. He just went over to his desk, grabbed his laptop, and loaded the thing up while he sat cross-legged on the bed and used the laptop to hide his morning wood.
A few seconds of fast-forwarding later, they found the right moment, and they both watched as the two of them stumbled into the room, drunk and laughing. There was a brief conversation about watching something and talking about when the wedding would be, but when Tara said, "Isn't it a little weird to think that right now you and I are sitting together in the same spot, where you probably knocked up Kelly? If I'm not careful, the same thing might happen to me," Joshua was all over her.
Marcus smiled when they got to the part where she made him beg he'd heard through the door, but when she forced his roommate to put on a condom, he turned to Tara, who was sitting next to him, and that she'd already slid her hand into her panties.
