They were up, moving now, like it was the end of a song and they were readying themselves for the next choreographed dance number.
But no, no, it wasn't going the way I wanted it. The director was not pleased. Brandon was kneeling up, shuffling around, and Zoey was turning on a dime to present her rear to him. No, I was not happy, I was really not happy. Cut! Cut!
Was she really going to do this to me?
"…well, look at that…"
"…come on, do it…"
I felt my cheeks burning, I imagine they must have been all flushed as my whole system was filled with white-hot horror.
Brandon was holding his big hard cock up, edging it closer to Zoey's pert behind, and I noticed that she had positioned herself so I could see her pussy in full as the gross, swollen tip of his organ touched against her delicate pink petals.
She was showing me, she was really showing me. God, he wasn't even going to use a condom.
Brandon's big, hard, godlike cock eased into Zoey's pussy. My Zoey's pussy. She groaned, long and low, and then he started a rocking movement, one hand placed on her lower back to help guide the motion as he pumped into her from behind.
"Oh God, that feels so good…"
She looked back at him, and there was real desire, real need in her face, with her mouth open to suck in air, her brow slightly creased as though she was focusing hard on what was happening to her.
I felt so crushed, my heart being caressed by a cheese grater. And yet I was hard as a rock as I sat there watching.
I saw her mouth the word "fuck", and it was not an instruction, it was a reaction. He was beginning to really pound her now. She turned away from him, eyes closed, just feeling the moment, her whole body rocking in mirrored rhythm to his pounding, her hair swinging around and beneath her face like a chandelier in an earthquake.
"Oh my God… oh my God..."
She put one hand back, her fingers splayed out over the buttock closest to me, and she pulled her cheeks apart, and I wonder if she was trying to make sure I could see Brandon's obscene colossus defiling her.
Then suddenly, her face was turned to me, as though she was a swimmer doing the front crawl, turning her head to the side to grab the next breath.
And her eyes connected with mine.
Chapter Thirteen
A million volts shot through my chest as she looked at me and merely groaned, really rubbing it in.
I didn't move from where I was sitting cowering on the floor by the side of my bed, and I knew I wouldn't move unless there was the risk that Brandon might spot me.
It was so awful she was looking at me like that, a real darkness in her lust-filled eyes as she breathed forcefully, and her old college boyfriend slipped out of her briefly before ploughing back in, driving his fulsome cock into her beautiful body, which was to have been mine.
Was she angry? Was this real revenge?
"Oh fuck, Bran… oh yeah…"
She made a show of how glorious Brandon was making her feel, shutting her eyes, moaning as though she was sampling the most expensive foods, which someone else was providing her because I could not possibly afford them. Belittling me, showing me what I was missing.
Zoey turned around again, and now without Brandon moving an inch, she was replacing her pussy with her mouth, sliding that enormous ugly thing into her pretty face - and looking directly at me this time as she did so.
She smiled as she blew him again, and I was sure Brandon thought it was because she was so enchanted by his cock. I knew it was because she liked this, she liked teasing me, liked wounding me. She was my boss, she was my drug, but she was Brandon's slut.
Doing things with him she wouldn't allow me.
She must have tasted herself on his cock - did she like that? Or was she suffering it merely to check out my reaction, because she forgot to monitor me while she was gobbling his fulsome before.
They moved again - next dance, please. The transition seemed unnatural, she was lying on her side now, directing him to spoon her, and then as she lifted one leg to show me everything, he was following her clear instruction to slide his marble column back inside her.
My Zoey bit her lip and screwed up her face in bliss as the other man squeezed his big hard dick within her tightness.
She was straining for oxygen as he started up that relentless rocking motion again.
And there were her eyes again, latching onto my grotesque gargoyle stare as Brandon slipped one of his hands under her body to clutch at her breast - in an unconscious but highly demonstrative gesture of possession. He owned her, this exquisite creature with whom I was so obsessed. She pulled his other hand to fasten over her other breast as though she was confirming it to me.
She closed her eyes for a moment to deal with the sensations flowing through her body from his awful fucking, but then she was glancing across the De-Militarized Zone towards me again, to ensure I was still watching, still appreciating what this big blond ton of fun was doing to her in place of me.