Grounded (Up in the Air #3)(90)

My gut knotted painfully from the moment I dragged the mouse over the play button. Every instinct I had told me to just turn it off. Some things you couldn't take back, and watching James have sex with another woman, a woman I'd met, one who I openly disliked, couldn't be a healthy thing for our relationship. Still, I watched.

It hadn't been taped in any place that I recognized. I'd expected that. It was a small room with a big bed, and the camera must have been hidden somewhere high in the room, aimed down, and in the corner.

The small room was empty for long moments before Jolene walked in and knelt on the floor in front of the bed.

She was wearing a tiny black see-through slip that hung at her hips and didn't cover a thing. I recognized that slip, or at least the style of it. It felt like a slap in the face to see that he'd had me wear something so similar to what she had worn for him. It wasn't a good start, not that there was any way the horrid video could have had a good start.

She knelt there, all of her glorious assets displayed, her pierced nipples jutting out for drawn-out moments before James joined her in the room. Someone, either the person who had released the video or the person whose site I was watching it on, had added snarky little comments to the video. Directly beneath Jolene, 'HOTTEST FUCKING BITCH EVER!' was scrawled in hot pink.

James was shirtless, wearing just unbuttoned slacks. His body was ripped up and spectacular, though he was slightly thinner back then, his hair a little longer, the dirty blond strands tied back from his face.

His face was a mask of cold indifference, only his dominant persona present that I could see. He said something to her and she bowed lower. There was no audio, aside from a particularly graphic rap song about being a pimp playing in the background, courtesy of the video's editor.

He pulled her up by the hair and led her the short distance to the bed. She kept her eyes downcast the entire time.

The bed was designed vaguely like a smaller version of the beds that James had in his homes, with a sturdy frame and a top designed for bondage. This bed had bars lining the top. James tied her arms above her head with swift motions. I couldn't make out his words, and he didn't speak much, but when he did, Jolene shuddered in pleasure. She reminded me of a cat in heat, with her back arched and her wiggling body responding to his every movement. I hated to watch it, but I didn't stop. I felt compelled to finish it, some part of me having to see if he showed her even a glimmer of the tenderness he showed me in our passionate moments. 

He stood behind her once she was secured. He pressed against her, and had to bend down far to say something into her ear. I thought pettily to myself that she was too short for him. The height difference looked ridiculous. She barely came to his chest.

She shuddered and he moved away. He walked out of the room without looking back, returning after a brief time with an object clutched in one hand.

It was a cat o' nine, with long tails that were tipped with small silver balls. It looked brutal, and it wasn't anything he'd ever used on me. He said something to her just before he began to work her over.

From the first strike, the music in the video changed to 'Smack My Bitch Up'. Whoever had edited the video seemed to have enjoyed themselves.

He worked her over thoroughly, showing no mercy. She kept her head bent forward, her eyes downcast the entire time. She seemed like a different person than the Jolene that I'd been subjected to.

Her body writhed, her big breasts quivering with every hard strike. The flesh of her butt and thighs was crisscrossed with pink welts by the time he let up.

I felt like I was watching in slow motion as he dropped the whip and began to unbutton his pants. My hands fisted, my nails digging hard into my palms. This was going to hurt me to watch. Still, I couldn't look away.

He pulled his thick erection free.

'HOLY HUGE DICK!' scrolled along the bottom of the screen.

I despised with a passion whoever had edited the thing.

I thought I might be ill as he stroked himself, standing just behind her.

He pulled a condom out of his pocket, ripping it open and rolling it on with smooth, practiced motions.

He poised himself behind her, his huge arousal looking even bigger against her petite form. I knew it was totally irrational, but God, I hated her.

My hand covered my mouth as he drove into her. I'd known before I turned it on that it would be bad for my heart to watch it, but I had the thought again.

He fucked her so hard that it must have hurt, though I supposed that was the point. She shuddered as she came, and he pulled out of her, still hard, while those waves of pleasure still wracked her body.

He turned her, and I realized that as hard as that had been to watch, it was about to get worse.

She started to raise her eyes to him as he entered her then, but he said something and her eyes lowered again. I felt the fist around my heart loosen just a bit. There was no eye contact as he pounded into her from that angle. He fucked her hard until he had her shuttering again, and then again.