Submitting to Her(76)

"Oh fuck," he said, "Oh fuck, babe, you feel that?"

I hated guys who called anyone 'babe', it was so stupid. I hated Brandon, he was stupid. But Zoey was letting him fuck her, letting him strike her behind as he continued fucking her, answering him in the affirmative as he asked her if she liked having his dick inside her as he slapped her.

He pulled out of her, and went over to the other side of the couch, and knelt down to feed his cock back into her mouth, glistening with her pussy juices, demanding to know if she liked his cock, if she liked sucking him all coated in her come.

I could see how wet her pussy was as he fucked her face again, and I suddenly felt quite inadequate. Did I make her that wet when she was with me?

Of course I did. I made her come - he didn't. Brandon needed me to be watching for Zoey to come.

I buried my face in my hands, turning away. Taking a deep breath, telling myself that she was only doing whatever needed to be done to make this guy happy for the contract's sake.

When I turned back, Brandon was pushing her roughly over to the arm of the sofa, shoving her over it, then forcefully plunging his cock back into her pussy, squeezing and slapping her butt cheeks as he pounded her, even reaching forward to slap her face and her breasts.

He was saying: "You're going to stop seeing him, aren't you, bitch?"

But she was saying: "Never, never, never." And I hoped against hope she was saying she was never going to stop seeing me.

He smacked her, said: "You'll never see him?"

And she said: "I'll never stop seeing him."

I was getting so wound up. Zoey's moans were more like cries now, and though my cock was hard in my undershorts, I was on my feet, feeling myself losing control as he hit her.

Storming into the room, shoving him off her.

Brandon was laughing.

He said: "God, took long enough for him to come for you, Zoey, are you sure you've chosen a good one?"

I was confused, standing there like a lemon.

Zoey looked at me, a touch angry, a touch pitying me. Perhaps even a touch pleased that I was there. "You shouldn't have come in, Aiden," she said. "I told you to stay out."

Brandon was still laughing, saying: "Time for some punishment for sissy boy."

Zoey said: "Come here."

I felt physically sick.

I ignored Zoey, throwing out the rules of my submission, and faced Brandon. I've no doubt I looked completely ridiculous, but I was a seething ball of rage. I growled: "If you hit her again, I will put you in the hospital."

That probably seemed quite rich, seeing how much bigger Brandon was than me. But rage and adrenalin can do funny things to the strength and power of even the most average of men.

It was probably not what I was supposed to do if our firm wanted to keep its part of this deal Brandon was supposedly concocting. To Hell with it.

He sneered at me. "You do as I say, loser."

"When did I agree to that?" I asked.

He said: "You do what she tells you. She does what I tell her."

I shook my head, my expression remaining as full of menace as I could muster.

"Cool it, Jones, will you?" Zoey said. I felt acid fill my stomach - something I'd not really felt before with my goddess.

Betrayal.

Brandon said: "If I want to discipline my woman, I will discipline my woman."

He threw a hand toward Zoey's face, and somehow the adrenalin flowing through my veins seemed to give me Spidey senses - my own hand shot out and I grabbed his wrist before he could land his blow on her cheek.

"She's not your woman."

He angrily pulled his arm out of my grip.

"You're only going to make it worse," he hissed at me. "If you keep me from disciplining her, I'll need to discipline her more the next time."

I looked at him - really stared at him. He seemed so hideously ugly to me. He was a vile creature - a bully, a pathetic creep who had to force his will on others. He abused the concept of domination and submission.

How had I allowed him to defile my goddess? I felt caught. There was no way I'd let him land another blow on Zoey. I knew the power he held over her - she may have loved him once, she might still have loved him then, but this was wrong.

Suddenly, I had a flash of inspiration.

I said: "She serves you, but I serve her. Any punishment you care to give her, I will accept instead."

I didn't know if he'd take the bait. He just had this look on his stupid steroid-enhanced face that said I-really-want-to-hit-someone-right-now. He had the kind of tension in his body that could only be defused by violent acts.

Zoey said: "Step away, Jones."

"No, no," Brandon said. "It's a logical solution. Come here, Jones."

I stepped up to him, braced myself as he reached his arm back, coiled to power at my face.