A Condo with Two Views (22 page)

“Don’t tell me you want to get right to the
action?” he asked.

“Why not?” I answered. “We both know why I’m
here.”

“You remind me of the girls back in Brazil,”
he continued, “when they feel the need, they want immediate
satisfaction.”

“I bet you’re good at providing satisfaction,
aren’t you Mr. Sanchez?” I was playing him. I just wanted this
whole thing over as fast as possible.

“Unless of course, I want to show her who the
boss is,” he said next, “which case I take her ass.” He chuckled,
proudly.

Then it dawned on me.
I should have thought of this
earlier!
My ass! I’ll
get him to fuck my ass. By far, the greatest intimacy is when a man
is inside my pussy. I didn’t want Benito to fuck my pussy. That
would have meant that he
truly
fucked me. And heaven knows, I don’t want to wrap my mouth
around his dick. Of all three holes, the least personal is my
butthole. I shit out that thing. Let him fuck that. I had to play
this properly. I had to make sure he thought it was
more
special to take my
ass.

“Oh my, Benito. That is so exciting! If you
take me in such a way, I’d feel humbled. You would really show me
who is boss by taking my ass. For sure. I’d love that.”

I reached down and with my hand I started to
rub his crotch through his Armani suit pants. He was hardening
underneath. I could tell already that he wasn’t the biggest of men.
Even better. At this size, it would be easy to accommodate his cock
in my backside.

Benito motioned for me to follow, with
champagne in hand. I followed him down the hallway. Opening the
door to the bedroom, he stood expectantly beside the bed. Tossing
my handbag aside and kicking off my heels, I started to unzip my
dress. I turned around for him to help. Standing behind, he removed
my dress, letting it fall to the floor. He ran his hands over my
shoulders, bringing my bra straps down. I tried to quell the shiver
that ensued as he cupped my breasts. He caressed my breasts over
and over again. I let out a little fake moan. Hell, I could be a
really good actress when I wanted to be. Well, tonight I would give
a performance deemed Oscar worthy.

I glanced at the clock on the night stand.
I’d been there a total of ten minutes, and already we were on our
way. I needed to keep this moving. With all this unnecessary
caressing, this was turning into a Benito love making session. I
turned around to motion for him to get undressed. I wasn’t
accustomed to taking the lead in the bedroom, but I did my best. I
crawled onto the bed, and removed my panties as Benito practically
tore his clothes off.

He had a hairy chest, was fairly fit and
his cock was erect and ready for his arranged girl. I opened my
purse, and I dug deep into the bottom to retrieve a travel size
tube of Vaseline gel. I applied the gel, getting myself ready for
the inevitable. Benito came over and kissed me, and to my surprise,
he was actually a good kisser. He moved onto my tits. One nipple
and then the other, back again.
Okay Benito, enough foreplay.
I got up on all fours, as that
would allow a minimal amount of touching. With me, touching was
just as important and the actual sex act. I didn’t want to be
touched by him. Benito put his hands on my hips and positioned the
very tip of his thin cock at the entrance of my puckered
hole.

“Take me, Benito…fuck me…fuck my ass. Take
me.”

He slid into me easily and started to thrust
in and out. Not long afterward, he was dumping a load of cum deep
into my bowels. I pretended to be aroused the whole time, but it
was all an act.

As we lay on the bed to catch our breath, I
checked the clock. Less than a half hour since I arrived. I decided
to slow it down a little, or he might catch on that I wanted out of
there as fast as possible. This was a balancing act. I wanted to
get out of there quickly, but not so quickly that he felt offended.
We lay on the bed and talked for while. I hugged a pillow to feel
some comfort while I asked him all about his real estate empire. He
liked sounding like a big shot. Then I excused myself and tip toed
to the restroom to clean up. Intentionally, I stayed in there for
almost fifteen more minutes. When I emerged he was still laying in
bed, probably wondering if there was a round two coming his
way.

I walked gingerly toward my clothes, “I can’t
believe how sore I am,” I lied. “You are big, and boy, you sure now
how to fuck a girl.”

“Oh, you’re leaving?”

I didn’t answer, as if I didn’t hear. I
told him again, as I was getting dressed, that I was sore, and in
fact, hadn’t been feeling a hundred percent all day. Benito lay on
the bed and watched my every move, his eyes moving up and down my
body. It was like he was scanning me to memory. I had fulfilled my
assignment; that’s all I cared about.
And the Oscar goes to…

I was confident that Benito wouldn’t complain
to Jack about my overall willingness, or it would make Benito
himself look feeble. I grabbed my purse, and Benito held my hand as
I slipped on my shoes. He actually was a polite guy. Leading me out
of the bedroom toward the front door, he gave me a goodbye hug,
then he let something slip, “That’s the best wager I ever played in
a card game.”

I paused for a minute, perplexed, and then
asked for clarification, “What card game?”

Benito must have realized he spoke out of
turn and tried to brush off his comment. I was thinking:
wait a minute, wait
a minute.
The weirdness
started the night of the poker game. The night Jack couldn’t sleep.
He’s been odd ever since. Fuck.
FUCK!!
Jack lost me on a bet that night. Is that possible? Is that
WHY he sent me here? My mind was racing, but I somehow managed to
remain composed. I had to verify. I had to make sure. Worthy of
another Oscar nod, I pretended I knew all along.

“Oh the bet? Yeah, Jack told me that he lost
me in a card game that night.” I rolled my eyes for extra
drama.

“
So, he
did
tell you, oh good.”

Benito’s words rang in my ears over and over.
My hunch was right: Jack, my adorable loving husband and dominant,
had sent me here after losing a bet. I wanted to vomit. I wanted to
cry. But I held it together long enough to say goodbye and walk out
of there.

Benito watched as I walked down the hallway
toward the elevator. I got on it, still numb, and pressed the
button for a random floor. I got off, and walked down to the very
end of the hallway where I opened the fire-hazard door to the
emergency stairwell. I sat on the cold hard cement floor of the
stairs. Tears started to roll down my cheeks. I cried. I cried and
cried. For the first and only time in my entire life, I felt like a
true whore.

I looked down at my rings while I sat there.
On my left hand, I wore my wedding band, and my engagement ring. On
my right hand I wore a ring that was equally important. It was an
eternity band that was my symbolic collar. I remembered the night
Jack had given it to me, well before our wedding. It was the night
that I officially became his submissive. We talked for hours about
what it meant. We talked about the trust we had, and how the kinky
bdsm games we were planning on playing could never happen without
that kind of trust. We talked about safewords, and limits, and
release. We agreed that, if the D/s caused issues, we’d end it, but
still remain husband and wife.

When I was able to compose myself, I walked
the remaining flights to our floor and entered our condo.

Jack was waiting and looked at me. I walked
immediately past him toward our bedroom. I needed a shower, and I
could not wait to get out of the dress that reminded me of the
night that went horribly wrong. A night that should NEVER have
taken place.

“You fucking ASSHOLE. A poker bet? Really
Jack?? You piece of shit, fucking PRICK!”

The words were sinking in. He said nothing in
return, still in shock. I had never spoken to him like that before.
He just stood there staring at me. I walked into our closet and
grabbed my bathrobe. I turned around, and he was right behind me.
Finally, he spoke:

“I’m sorry Chloe,” he said, trying to
approach me to give me a hug.

“Fuck off Jack. Stay the fuck away from
me.”

“I am so sorry Chloe,” he said one more
time.

Then I slipped the eternity ring off my
finger. I threw it at him, and just to make it clear, I told him
what it meant: “Here’s your bullshit collar back. Consider this my
release as your submissive. You don’t own me anymore!”

Then I walked into our bathroom, and slammed
the door shut behind me. Through the door I spoke loudly:

“I am taking a shower to wash the two pricks
off of my skin. If you think you have any chance of sharing our
matrimonial bed tonight, think again.”

I turned on the shower. Removing my robe, I
let the water wash away my tears and the remnants of a man I will
never let touch me again. I scrubbed every inch of my skin. Washing
my hair too, I stood with my face to the steady stream of water. I
could not believe Jack would bet me in a card game. The more I
thought of it, the more I felt sick inside. What else did Jack
forget to tell me? Omissions are lies in disguise.

I wasn’t sure how long I was in the shower.
Could it have been a whole hour? I found my favorite night gown and
got into bed with wet hair. Hugging multiple pillows, I fell into
an exhausted sleep.

The asshole slept on the couch.

Chapter 15. Never Easy

Jack’s View:

The next day we barely spoke.

The day after that we returned to work and
were civil toward each other. I did as much housework as I could.
Every time I used a glass, I placed it right in the dishwasher. The
day after that I wrote her a letter of apology.

I debated what was more stupid: using
Chloe as a wager in cards, or not telling her the truth afterward.
Both were stupid, but I would debate in my mind which was
more
stupid.

Sex was out of the question for the first
week. Then it trickled back in. I was very glad to sleep in our bed
again, after spending the first few nights on the couch.

I also reflected back on the years where I
learned about the lifestyle. While I had started having sex in high
school, it was not until I moved to Los Angeles to attend UCLA that
I dabbled in bdsm. A few of the girls I was seeing had kinky
tastes, and I happily experimented with spankings, light bondage,
and control. I would take the girls shopping, and we’d try out all
sorts of new toys. My interest in the lifestyle was growing, and I
was lucky enough to meet a few older couples who lived it. That
opened up new experiences, as I got to attend private parties where
everything from whippings to public humiliation occurred. After
graduation, I stayed in L.A. for the first three years of my
career. I joined a bdsm club called ‘Club Insomnia,’ and my
exposure to all things bdsm really blossomed. I was single during
much of that time, which gave me unprecedented access to willing
submissives, some my age, some older. As well, two of the older
male Doms became mentors of sorts, and helped explain a lot.

During that period, I also fell in love, at
least twice. At the start of those relationships, there were high
expectations on both parts, but neither worked out. Cheryl was
lovely, and somewhat kinky, but over time I found myself less and
less energized. We were comfortable, but she didn’t inspire and
challenge me the way that Chloe does. Fiona was a total pain slut,
and her willingness to do almost anything in the bedroom was
initially appealing, but we didn’t see the world the same way. I
didn’t love her companionship when it came to spending time
together, say during a long car trip. So, while we got off to a
promising start, the connection fizzed out.

When I moved back to San Francisco, Chloe
came into my life serendipitously. I met her at a Halloween party.
She wore a French Maid’s outfit, which I interpreted as a cry for
attention from her secret submissive side. I wasn’t wrong. I still
remember our very first conversation that night. We talked about
the latest Dave Matthews CD and argued about whether it was as good
as his early stuff. At the end of the night, we exchanged email
addresses, and within a week I had the biggest crush of my life. I
couldn’t get enough of Chloe. We fell madly in love, all the while
pushing the boundaries of Chloe’s sexuality. When a couple have
undying trust, anything is possible.

That is, until I screwed it up. Well,
although I may have lost her as my submissive, I did not lose her
as my wife. For that, I was eternally grateful.

Chloe’s View:

I hated him a little less each day.

I never stopped loving him. Our marriage was
never in question. We were stronger than that. But the bdsm thing
left a very sour taste in my mouth. He wrote me a letter of
apology, which was really very sweet, but I didn’t want to give in
and let him off the hook too easily. I was truly hurt. The letter
also included two tickets to Puerto Vallarta, which Jack had booked
just before my session with Benito. We had already scheduled the
vacation time at our respective jobs. I confirmed that, yes; a
vacation away would probably be a good thing.

One week later, we made love for the first
time since the fight. The tension in the air was lessening. The
second week was better, and the third week even better.

That sa
id, I was not sure that I could ever forgive him. He had
hurt me deeply. I needed him to truly understand my pain and not
only apologize in writing, but feel it emotionally. I am not an
object to be lost or won in a stupid card game. If Jack couldn’t
fully grasp the errors of his ways then I would grow to resent him
and his actions. It scared me. I know that if I didn’t heal, it
would destroy our marriage, not just our power exchange.