As Rick followed me up the stairs to the bedroom he and his wife shared, I sensed his stare moving all over my body. I half-expected him to reach out and caress my thigh, or even give my ass a squeeze. Instead, he maintained a respectable distance. On the landing, I waited for him to join me, and it was there that he beckoned me forward, his smile never faltering.

In the bedroom, I flushed hot with sick dread. My anxiety skyrocketed when Rick began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Strip from the waist down," he told me, as if this were some casual arrangement between us. "And take your hair down."

I let my long hair tumble free so it spilled down my back. Bile threatened to rise in my throat, and I frantically swallowed while undressing. Slowly, I lowered my panties, unable to meet Rick's eyes. By this point, he was in just his briefs. A furtive glance let me know he was already excited; his growing erection had begun straining at the fabric of his underwear.

Wearing only my tank top and bra, I practically leapt into the bed. Once on my back, I yanked the sheet over me.

"There's no point in being modest now, Hollis," Rick said. "Remember, I've seen it all before."

My pulse quickened at the thought of him sitting at his desk and watching the recording. He'd shamelessly admitted that he jerked off to the sight of me masturbating.

Still, I kept the sheet pulled up to my chin. Taking a deep breath, I swore I caught Selena's scent. The bed—this very room—seemed to have soaked up her essence.

Rick possessed none of my shyness as he removed his briefs. When he straightened back up, I got my first glimpse of his cock. Even semi-hard, it was impressive in length. His balls hung low, and I had an insane urge to cup them in my hand.

He strolled toward the bed, humming softly as he retrieved the wand vibrator from the nightstand drawer. "I made sure to fully charge it before you arrived," he said, offering me the toy.

Reluctantly, I took it. Though the vibrator had once brought me such bliss, it now felt more like a weapon to be used against me. 

Rick circled around the bed, his stride leisurely. I looked around in search of the hidden camera.

As if reading my thoughts, he said, "I'm not recording us now."

Though I knew I couldn't trust him, a little of the tension eased from my shoulders. Yet it quickly returned when he slipped between the sheets, making a point to expose more of my body in the process.

Turning on his side, he propped himself up on an arm. "Spread your legs."

My pulse hammered in my temples and palms. Reminding myself to stay calm, I opened my legs wider. Rick tossed aside the top sheet with a flourish.

Glancing his way, I found him gazing at my pussy. I was shaved smooth, with no hair to conceal my sex. He licked his lips, and his cock visibly twitched. It was fully erect now, framed by trimmed pubes. 

"Go on," he urged. 

 I fumbled with the switch, choosing the lowest speed. The vibrator instantly purred to life. 

My mortification intensified as I placed the vibe's head between my thighs. Despite the powerful stimulation, I felt no pleasure. I could only fix my stare on the ceiling and will my body to react in a way that would satisfy Rick.

He watched me for less than a minute before letting out a sigh. "You're too tense. You'll never come this way." 

Daring to meet his eyes, I found his attention focused on my face instead of my pussy. He appeared regretful, as if understanding he'd expected the impossible of me.

"Would you..." he began, then paused, as if carefully choosing his next words. "Would it be easier if I used the vibrator on you, Hollis? That way, it won't feel so... performative."

On the face of it, his suggestion was outrageous. But as I considered it, I realized it would make things easier. I could lie there and let him play with me instead of attempting to put on a show. I would be done to, not the doer.

In a bizarre way, I felt it granted me some absolution from my shame.

"Okay," I whispered, handing the vibe to him.

He moved closer but was careful not to press against me. Without being told, I spread my legs even wider, and he brought the toy to my clit.

That bud of flesh almost immediately responded. My eyes widened at the rush of arousal which served to coax forth my juices. 

"That's it," Rick murmured. "Just relax and let me take care of you. My God, you are beautiful like this!"

Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the sensation. When Rick began moving the vibe in a slightly circular motion, I released a low moan. 

"You like that?" His lips were close to my ear.

"Yeah," I confessed. "It feels really good."

"Your pussy's getting nice and wet, isn't it?"

When I didn't answer, he withdrew the toy. In desperation, I looked over at him. 

"Talk to me," he said. "Don't shut me out."

"I'm sopping wet," I revealed, "and my clit's throbbing. Please, Rick..."

Even while flashing a triumphant smile, he just grazed my pearl with the vibe. His teasing made me whine, and I was tempted to wrestle the toy from him.

Instead, I fondled my tits through my bra, playing with my nipples. Rick rewarded me by returning the vibe to my clit. This time, I took full advantage. When I started rocking my hips, Rick followed my movements, making sure the vibrator remained nestled against my flesh. The exquisite pleasure forced continual moans from my throat. I heard him laugh low and soft once my thighs began shaking.

"You're right there, so close!" He was breathing faster, clearly turned on by the power he held. "Beg for it, Hollis. Beg like a whore."

"Please!" I cried out, giving him a fierce stare. "Please make me come!"

Rick lowered his lips to mine. That kiss was obscene, with his tongue invading my mouth. But I yielded completely, feeling as if the bed was drawing me into a deeper embrace.

All the while, the vibe hummed, and he turned it at a slightly different angle. That was enough to strip away the last of my body's resistance. As the first contraction pulled me taut, I screamed into the kiss. Rick withdrew, allowing me to fill my lungs and scream again. His gaze was fixed on my face, his expression rapt. 

I soon started writhing, my limbs jerking involuntarily. It was as though the orgasm was being wrenched from my entire being. Rick only grinned when I tried to escape the vibrator's relentless stimulation. 

I was practically in tears by the time he turned off the toy. After placing it on the other side of him, he smoothed strands of damp hair from my face. 

"I love the way you twitch all over," he said. "You're still trembling."

I couldn't help but lean into his touch. With us being this close, I discerned his scent, subtle but undeniable. I enjoyed breathing it in and holding it in my lungs, as if I were claiming an intimate part of him.

"You like borrowing what belongs to Selena," he went on while caressing my cheek. "Her sex toy, her husband."

My eyes widened in outrage. "You're the one—"

Rick silenced me with a hard kiss, then said, "I know, I know, I'm the reason you're in this bed right now. You've never felt even a hint of attraction toward me, have you?"

I turned my face away, unwilling to let my eyes betray my desire.

"Come on." He eased me into a sitting position. "You're flushed and sweating, so how about we take off this shirt?"

I was malleable in his hands, even raising my arms so he could easily pull my tank top over my head. It did feel much better to be free of it.

Rick's fingers slid to the clasp of my bra. I knew it was ridiculous, wanting to hide behind that last scrap of clothing, but my cheeks grew even hotter when he nimbly unhooked the undergarment and started to lower its straps from my shoulders.

The sight of my bare breasts chipped away at his self-control, for he quickly guided me back onto the bed. In seconds, his lips were circled around my left nipple, and his mouth eagerly suckled.

I hated the way shame and lust mingled inside me. It was wrong to let him do this, and to let him slip a hand between my thighs, but when he began massaging my clit, it felt far too good for me to protest.

"Such gorgeous tits." He flicked his tongue over my hard nipple. "Each one a perfect mouthful." 

Taking my hand, he placed it on his cock. As I stroked him, he returned to sucking my breast, fervently enough to mark the tender skin. 

I felt filthy, like the whore he wanted me to be. Yet as my need ratcheted up to an excruciating level, I discovered that being a slut for him only fed my arousal. 

Abruptly, Rick lifted his head and then turned me onto my side so my back was to him. The sound of our heavy breathing filled the room. Soon, he was pressed against me. 

Retrieving the vibrator, he placed it between my thighs. Though I whimpered, my legs spread wider, giving him easy access to my clit.

He was merciful in choosing the lowest speed. I heard his pleased laughter when my hips struck up an undulating rhythm. 

"That pussy can't get enough," he teased. "It's okay, baby. I'm going to make sure you get your fill of orgasms."

My clit, already so sensitive, readily worked to summon forth another climax. Rick's free hand snaked beneath me in order to squeeze my right breast. The rough pinch he gave my nipple made me cry out.

I turned my head to stare up at him. He had a wild look in his eyes, leading me to believe his inhibitions were being stripped away as well. Unable to resist, he moved his hips, matching my pace, and I felt his erection sliding over my skin.

The orgasm made my eyes roll; every muscle in my body tautened as the ecstasy traveled from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. The vibrator's buzz took on a wet sound, for I was absolutely dripping. 

"All mine to play with," Rick said, a wicked smile on his lips.

It was then that he flipped the switch on the vibrator, choosing the highest speed. I released an unflattering squeal, as I hadn't recovered from coming so hard just moments earlier. 

"Oh God, please!" I didn't know if I was begging for relief or begging for more.

Another orgasm quickly approached, and I had the crazy fear that this one would take me apart.

"You want my cock, don't you, Hollis?" Rick said. "You're dying to have it deep inside your cunt."

Of course, he knew I was. He'd reduced me to this half-coherent state, my clit pulsing while my entrance clenched tight. I screamed through the next orgasm until my throat was raw. My limbs shuddered as if electrified. 

Rick turned off the vibrator and put it aside, but he was far from finished. As I tried to catch my breath, he slid his cockhead along my pussy lips.

Yet I was the one who reached between my legs and guided him to my opening. "Fuck me," I growled. "Fuck me with that big dick!"

He slid in with a loud groan. My body felt rubbery, not quite solid, so I went practically limp in his embrace. My cunt was aching for that cock, for a pounding, and that's just what Rick gave me.

"No need to hide what a slut you are," he said. "Not with me." With hard thrusts, he pumped away, driving his tip so deep that it grazed my cervix. "You're gonna lie there and take every inch, aren't you?"

"Yes," I wailed. 

He released his firm hold on my leg only to resume rubbing my clit. That bud was tender, unbelievably overstimulated, and still, I craved the punishment.

His fingers were a delicious torment. "Come around my cock!" he demanded. "Show me how much you love it."

It was as if his will had overridden my own. My body offered up another orgasm, a little less powerful, but enough to make him gasp from the way my pussy gripped his dick.

I sensed Rick was close, but he fucked me through the climax, his rhythm resembling that of a jackhammer. I was going to be sore and raw from this. Tonight, when I soaked in the bath, I'd remember the way he so brutally claimed me.

And I knew I would masturbate while recalling every detail.

He made me come with his cock; even he seemed surprised when I reached that peak again. This time, a bit of fluid gushed out of me to dampen the sheet below. I found myself praying it would soak into the mattress. I wanted to leave a trace of myself here, right where Selena slept. Every night, I wanted her to lie on the very spot where her husband had fucked me senseless.

Rick's breathing grew shallow just like his thrusts. He was desperate for his own release, but I could tell by his pained expression that he was reluctant to pull out.

Still, he found the strength to do so, for even he wasn't that reckless. Fucking me bare was risky enough.

Once his cock was free of my pussy, he positioned me on my back. With a contented moan, I watched him straddle my thighs and then furiously jerk off. His dick was aimed at my tits.

The first spurt of cum had such force behind it that I let out a surprised cry. More shot forth, striking my left tit and reaching my collarbone. Jesus, he had a big load!

Rick kept milking his cockhead, eager to shower me with every drop. When he was finished, he gathered up some cum on his fingers and held them to my lips. I allowed him to work them into my mouth. The taste was sharp, bleachy, but that didn't stop me from sucking his skin clean.

Easing off of me, he collapsed at my side, still breathing fast. I lay there, semen glistening on my breasts, and he continued feeding me more of it.

"You do a great job of cleaning up," he said, then gave me a deep kiss, full of tongue. "But as much as I'd love to stay in this bed with you, I need to get back to work, and you have a house to clean."

I stared at him, stunned. "You mean I'm not fired?"

"Of course not. How the hell would I explain that to Selena?" Nuzzling my neck, he added, "But I do plan to work from home every Thursday from now on, so you need to make sure you add an extra hour to the time you'll be spending here."

Without thinking, I placed a hand over my swollen, tender pussy. Imagining all the things this man could do to me in the span of an hour sent a shiver through my entire body.

As Rick started to rise from the bed, I circled my fingers around his wrist. He looked at me expectantly. 

In a meek voice, I asked, "Will you please delete that recording of me?"

His smile was one of amusement. Pulling free of my grasp, he cupped my breast and gave it a squeeze. His touch was possessive, clearly claiming what he saw as his.

Then he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Not a chance, sweetheart."