The Suicide Princess (21 page)

Stephanie said, “Tonight, I'm his bad little slave.”

“Total hotness,” said Amanda while shooting Stephanie a smile and a wink. “I have just the perfect idea.”

Amanda and Stephanie pieced together an assortment of different outfits and accessories until they found the perfect combination that was sure to please. Stephanie tried on the complete ensemble, and Amanda
peeked her head into the fitting room.

“That is beyond hot,” said Amanda.

“You think he'll like it?”

“Are you kidding me, sweetie? He's going to
love
it!”

Stephanie put her own clothes back on, brought her new accessories to the register, and handed Amanda her credit card as Amanda told her, “I hope someone has fun tonight.”

Stephanie left the boutique and called Jacob. When he answered she asked, “I'm afraid to ask, but is everything taken care of at the house?”

Jacob paused and said, “Yes, everything is done. How are you doing?”

She said, “It's taking everything I have to stay focused and make it through the next few days. I'm holding it together for now, but I don't know how long it will last.”

“Be strong, it's only going to be a few days, maybe a week at the most. After that, you can crash and fall apart all you want. What are you up to now?”

“I'm going to look for a hotel, and then I think I'm going to sleep for a month. Can I see you tonight?”

“We have to meet up for a little while tonight. I have a few things from the house I need to give you, and I have Karen's things. After that, I'll have to go.”

“I know,” said Stephanie. “I just wish I didn't have to stay in a hotel alone.”

He replied, “Just go get a hotel, get in your room, and do nothing but sleep and order room service until we're ready to move on this; I'll stop by for a few minutes tonight. Have you talked to
him
yet?”

“I did, this morning. He wants to see me on Monday night.”

“Monday night? Can't you get over there any earlier than that?”

“He said he had to work all weekend, and I didn't want to be pushy. This is getting dangerous, Jacob.”

“I know it is, but shit, I needed you to get in there earlier than Monday. Okay, just do the best you can, and we're just going to have to adjust our plan as we go. Once you're checked into a hotel, let me know where you're staying, and we'll talk more then.”

“Just promise me one thing?” asked Stephanie. “Please promise me you won't ever be far from me until this is over? I'll just feel safer if I know you're close by.”

The lie burned Jacob's soul as he uttered the words, “I promise you, I won't let anything happen to you. I never would.” He knew it was a promise he couldn't keep, because once she entered Derrick's apartment, everything was out of Jacob's hands.

The two said goodbye, and as they ended their phone call, Stephanie had the overwhelming desire to tell Jacob she loved him. And while she resisted the urge, Jacob was hoping to hear her say it.

Stephanie spent the afternoon looking for a hotel somewhere in the downtown area. Jacob had instructed Stephanie to find a cheap hotel, but she said
why the hell not?
when she found herself driving by the Boston Park Plaza Hotel. As she passed the hotel, she did a quick U-turn and drove to the valet drive-up. She carried her shopping bags filled with new clothes through the hotel's beautiful modern lobby. While she was waiting in line for the check-in desk, she messaged Jacob, “Boston Park Plaza Hotel. I'll get you the room number once I'm in.”

Jacob replied, “So much for some
where cheap. Try your best to take it easy and relax. I'll be there around seven thirty.”

Once she was checked in to a room, Stephanie went straight to the bathroom where she started a piping hot bath.
She drank from the bottle of tequila she purchased in the hotel’s lobby gift shop, and she watched the steam rise from the bathwater as she stepped in and inched her body lower and lower into the tub. She tried to let her worries melt away as the hot water enveloped her body, and she pressed a warm washcloth over her eyes. All that was left to do now was wait.

***

Stephanie heard a knock on her hotel room door, and she looked through the peephole to see Jacob standing in the hall. “Come in, come in,” she said as she opened the door.

Stephanie was wearing only a bath towel wrapped around her body, and Jacob asked, “Did I come at a bad time?”

“Not at all, she replied. Let me just run in the bathroom and get dressed.” Once she was in the bathroom with the door closed, she continued her conversation with Jacob through the door, “So asshole wants me to wear something that screams 'slave' for him on Monday night.”

“This guy is unreal,” said Jacob.

“The worst part was going out today and picking out an outfit like that,” Stephanie said as her voice echoed inside the bathroom.

Jacob felt crushed by Stephanie's comment as he didn't expect her to actually wear anything like that for Derrick again. He asked, “You actually bought something like that for him, today?”

The door opened, and Stephanie walked out while saying, “Not for him – I got it for you.”

Stephanie walked toward Jacob who was sitting on the hotel bed. She was wearing black Taylor Reeve stiletto-pump heels with a red heart on the front, black fishnet stockings, a black form-fitting corset, and a black collar around her neck.

Jacob rose to his feet from the bed and told her, “Stephanie, we really shouldn't do this. It's a very bad idea.”

Stephanie stared Jacob straight in the eye as she told him, “You're not going anywhere, and you're taking hold of me and using me in every way imaginable, tonight. I keep blaming myself for everything that's happened between us, but you, Mister, are just as responsible. I begged and begged for you to take me like this, and you pushed me away so much that I felt I had no choice but to go find it somewhere else. Does that make what I did okay? No, but it does
lay some of the blame on you.” Jacob was left speechless by the words coming from Stephanie's mouth, and she continued, “If you want to walk away, fine, so be it. But if we're going to break up, you're going to leave me with something to remember.” as she lowered herself to her knees in front of Jacob.

Jacob ran his hand through Stephanie's hair, and she rubbed her hand up his thigh and over the bulge forming in his pants. She looked up from her kneeling position between the bed and the wall, and explained, “If I'm not going to be your wife anymore, you have no reason not to make me your whore.”

Jacob felt Stephanie rubbing his cock through his pants, and he watched her pushing her ass outward so he could clearly see her amazing beauty as he looked down at her. He saw the muscles along her lower back strengthen to highlight the beautiful shape of her body. “I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a part of me that wanted to fuck you like crazy for what you did.”

Stephanie cracked a seductive smile and said, “The
n do it. Punish me, rip me apart, and make me pay, baby. I know you watch porn on your computer – I've seen your browser cache. Treat me like the girls in your videos, and make my cute little bum pay for what I did.”

Jacob, wearing a pair of jeans, and an American Eagle
T-shirt, undid his pants and started to lower them. Stephanie, like a shark who just smelled blood, pulled them down and she reached for his semi-hard cock. She grasped it in her hand and told Jacob, “We need to make this thing hard.”

Jacob replied, “Then use your mouth for something other than talking.”

Stephanie leaned in and wrapped her lips around his cock. As it was still somewhat flaccid, she was able to take him completely in, but her talented mouth quickly changed that. As her fingers massaged his balls, her lips wrapped tight, and her tongue swirled around the tip of his shaft, she felt him growing harder and harder until his throbbing cock was at its full size. Stephanie, unable to take him fully in her mouth at that point, was trying to deep throat him, but she could only take him barely more than three-quarters of the way. Jacob decided that wasn't enough.

He forcefully pushed her back so she fell to a seated position with her back against the wall. He stepped forward and pushed her head back against the wall so she could not pull back. He straddled her face and went back inside her mouth. He began pushing his way deeper and deeper as the head of his cock traveled down her throat. Stephanie's eyes watered as Jacob pushed beyond her gag point. Stephanie tried to pull back, but with her head against the wall, she had no choice but to take every inch until she felt his balls touching her lips. Jacob pulled his cock from her throat and out of her mouth, and Stephanie gasped for breath.

“Oh my God,” gasped Stephanie.

Jacob place
d the palm of his hand on her forehead and pressed her head back against the wall. He told her, “Open up,” as he went back in for more, and he fucked her throat repeatedly, only occasionally stopping to give her a moment to catch her breath. Jacob let out a series of low moans as the muscles in Stephanie's throat tightened and squeezed around his cock.

Jacob reached down and looped his index and middle fingers through the collar around her neck, and he pulled her to her feet. As she stood up, Stephanie's eyes were watering with her makeup running, and a string of saliva running from her chin to her chest. Jacob's anger coupled with the intensity of the scenario allowed him to emotionally disconnect from his wife, and for the first time, he looked at her as a sexual object and not just the woman he was in love with. He decided it was time to turn it up a notch.

Stephanie reached her lips to kiss Jacob, but he pushed her back against the wall. He wrapped his left hand around her throat as he told her, “Whores don't get to kiss.”

“Kiss me, baby. I want to taste your lips,” begged Stephanie.

Jacob ignored her words and was entranced by her breasts bulging from the top of her black corset. His right hand grabbed the top of her left breast cup, and pulled down to expose her luscious breast. The index finger and thumb on his right hand formed a vice-like grip on her nipple, and he began to twist while simultaneously applying more pressure to her throat with his left hand. “Do you deserve to be kissed?” he asked as he twisted her nipple again.

Stephanie replies, “Not me! Not me!”

“And why not?”

“Because whores don't deserve to be kissed, but they do deserve to be fucked,” she answered.

Jacob grabbed her and spun her around, pressing her chest into the wall. He grabbed her hips, pulling her ass outward while her face and chest remained pressed against the wall. He shredded his clothes off, and he began rubbing the tip of his cock over her wet pussy. He slid his cock under her, and he rubbed the top of his shaft back and forth over her clit, making her groan with delight. Once his cock was covered with the fluid pouring from within her, Jacob forced his way into her pussy as she let out an uncontrolled, “Fuck yes!”

He started fucking her from behind and unclasping her corset until it peeled from her body and fell you the floor. She felt his hands holding her hips while his balls slapped against her pussy with each powerful slam. His hand grabbed the back of her hair and controlled her against the wall while his cock made her pussy swell. Out of nowhere, Jacob placed his hands on her ribs just under her arms, picked her up, and threw her to the bed. She quickly rolled to her back, and scooted her ass to the edge of the mattress. As she was
laying back, her arm reached behind her and moved the bottle of tequila from under her.

Jacob grabbed the tequila from Stephanie's hand and untwisted the cap. She was
laying back on the bed, propped up on her elbows, and watching as Jacob brought the mouth of the open bottle towards her chest. He began pouring the liquor on her breasts and feverishly licking it off. His lips and tongue focused extra attention on her nipples as he licked and sucked them, sending chills down her spine. He then poured a splash on her stomach and showed her belly button the same attention he showed her tender, pink nipples.

His mouth and tongue wandered lower and lower until they were at the very start of her
pussy. She groaned, “Please tell me that a bad little whore gets to have her pussy eaten!?!”

T
he residue of alcohol on Jacob's tongue caused a slight burning sensation on Stephanie's pussy as his tongue made its first pass. The burning quickly subsided and was replaced by the euphoric sensation of Jacob's crafty tongue pleasing her. His tongue swirled in a plethora of patterns, on and around her clit, causing her body to convulse closer and closer to orgasm.

“Oh God, Jacob,”
Stephanie moaned. “If you make me cum, I'll do anything you want. Don't stop and I'll let you fuck my ass, cum in my face, slap me -- I'll do anything.”

Jacob only pressed his tongue harder against her, and he went until her back arched, her legs began to shake, and she exploded into beautiful orgasm. He stood up and said, “My turn,” as he stood next to the bed, held her legs up, and went back to fucking her.

Within a minute or two of being back inside her, Stephanie blurted out, “I want to taste my pussy on you, baby,” as she pulled away and swung herself around. She positioned herself so she was laying on her stomach with her face right at the edge of the bed. With her mouth being at the perfect level for Jacob to assault her with another intense face-fucking, he grabbed her hair to pull her head up, and he inserted his hard cock back into her hot mouth. Stephanie bent her knees, kicking her heeled feet into the air, and she reached back with both hands to grab hold of the heels of her shoes while Jacob rammed her throat. One of his hands was pulling her hair, and his other hand was wrapped around her throat, while she felt Jacob having the time of his life.