2 weeks later

Two weeks had passed since Alex had made the ultimate gesture of love—agreeing to abstain from sex for the sake of our future together. He thought it was a commitment we shared equally, but the truth was, I hadn't been keeping my end of the bargain. While Alex was at work, I had been seeing Damien, almost every day. The guilt gnawed at me, but the thrill was addictive, a secret I couldn't resist indulging in.

This particular Saturday afternoon, we were at the mall, sipping our usual caramel lattes at the crowded coffee shop. The aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air, mingling with the sound of chatter and laughter. Alex had his arm around me, his eyes sparkling with affection as he told me about his week. Suddenly, someone bumped into us from behind, causing my drink to splash onto the table. I turned to see Damien, looking surprised yet pleased to see us.

"Well, if it isn't Alex and his little angel," Damien said with a smug grin, his eyes lingering on me a beat too long.

Alex's grip tightened around my shoulder, but he managed a polite smile. "Damien. What a suprise."

Damien looked slightly embarrassed, his bravado fading for a moment. "Look, I know we haven't exactly been on good terms, but I wanted to say something before it's too late. I've been thinking about all the shit I pulled in high school, and I just want to say, I'm sorry. You two didn't deserve it."

Alex's smile faltered, his eyes narrowing as he took in Damien's apology. "What's brought this on?" he asked, his voice a mix of skepticism and curiosity.

Damien shrugged, his eyes darting around the bustling mall. "Life, I guess. You know how it is—you start to realize who really matters."

Alex nodded, his curiosity piqued. "Well, I appreciate the apology, Damien. It means a lot." He paused, considering the offer. "Why don't you join us for another coffee?"

Damien's grin widened, and he clapped Alex on the back. "You're a stand-up guy, Alex. I'll get the next round." He sauntered off to the counter, and Alex leaned closer to me, his voice low. "What do you think of this?"

I took a deep breath, my heart racing. "I think maybe he's changed," I said, trying to sound convincing. "Or maybe he just feels guilty."

Alex studied my face, then nodded. "Okay, we'll give him a chance."

As we waited for the coffee, the tension between us was palpable, thick as the foam on our drinks. When Damien returned with a tray of steaming mugs, the air grew charged with an unspoken understanding that this was a moment of reckoning—or perhaps a setup for more of his cruel games.

Damien's eyes danced with mischief as he sat down opposite us, his gaze flicking between Alex and me. He launched into stories of his post-high school life, painting a picture of a man who had seen the error of his ways and was eager to make amends. I felt a strange thrill watching him charm Alex, a part of me hoping that this newfound peace was genuine.

"You know what we should do?" Damien said, slapping his hand on the table. "We should all go out tonight. Celebrate your engagement, let bygones be bygones."

Alex looked at me, his expression a mix of skepticism and excitement. "What do you think, babe?"

I nodded eagerly, hoping to ease the tension. "It sounds like a great idea, actually."

Alex raised an eyebrow but eventually agreed. "Alright, why not? It's been a while since we've had a night out together."

Damien's grin grew wider, and he leaned back in his chair, sipping his coffee. "I know just the place. A new club downtown. It's supposed to be the hottest spot in town."

The club was indeed crowded and vibrant, the bass from the speakers reverberating through my chest as we stepped inside. The lights flashed in a dizzying array of colors, casting a strobe effect over the sweaty, dancing bodies. Alex's eyes lit up, and he tugged me onto the dance floor, his moves a little awkward but earnest.

Damien was a surprisingly good dancer, his body moving fluidly to the music, drawing the attention of several women nearby. But his eyes remained on me, a knowing glint in them that sent a shiver down my spine. We danced in a group, our movements growing more carefree as the night went on. Alex's laugh grew louder, his cheeks flushing from the drinks Damien kept buying him.

"Hey, I'm going to grab us some more drinks," Alex shouted over the music, and before I could protest, he waded through the crowd toward the bar.

Damien leaned in, his breath hot in my ear. "Let's make sure Alex has a really good time tonight." His hand slipped around my waist, pulling me closer, and I felt the unmistakable pressure of his erection against my ass.

I swallowed hard, enjoying the illicit thrill of his attention. "What do you mean?" I asked, playing coy, even though I knew exactly what he was hinting at.

"Just make sure he keeps drinking," Damien whispered, his hand sliding lower to graze my hip. "The more he drinks, the more fun we'll have."

I nodded, a wicked smile playing on my lips as I watched Alex at the bar. I knew exactly what Damien meant, and I couldn't resist the thrill of the situation. As Alex returned with the drinks, I eagerly took one and clinked glasses with him, my eyes shimmering with excitement. We toasted to our future together, but as the night went on, the drinks flowed more freely, and Alex grew tipsier.

As the club's energy reached a peak, I claimed I needed to reapply my makeup. Alex nodded, his speech slurred, and settled into a booth with a contented sigh. He leaned back, his eyes half-closed, the pulsating lights playing across his handsome features. I slipped away to the bathroom.

In the crowded hallway, Damien caught up with me. His grip was firm, his eyes dark with desire as he led me into the men's restroom. The room was dimly lit, filled with the sound of running water and the faint scent of ****. A few men glanced up from the sinks as we entered, their expressions a mix of surprise and interest.

Damien pushed me against the wall, his body pressing into mine as he leaned in for a kiss. His hand found the zipper of his pants, and he pulled out his erect cock, the beat of the music from outside setting the rhythm of our encounter. I dropped to my knees, my heart racing with excitement and guilt. The floor was sticky under my knees, but I ignored it, focusing instead on the task at hand.

I took him in my mouth, the taste of him familiar and exhilarating. His hands tangled in my hair as he guided my movements, the music pulsing through the walls of the bathroom echoing the beat of our secret rendezvous. The sound of the zipper and the occasional cheers from the men at the urinals provided a thrilling soundtrack to our illicit act.

Around us, the room was a blur of shadows and movement, the occasional flash of someone's phone light briefly illuminating the scene. The other patrons pretended not to notice, but their glances were filled with hunger, their eyes flicking down to the spot where my mouth met his skin. I felt their gazes on me, a mix of envy and lust, and it only made me more eager to please him.

Damien's breath grew ragged, his hips bucking slightly as I took him deeper. His hands tightened in my hair, pulling just enough to sting, but not enough to make me stop. I could feel the tension building in him, the way his muscles tensed and his breath grew erratic. He groaned my name, the sound low and possessive, and I knew he was close.

As he reached climax, I swallowed everything he gave me, savoring the taste and feeling a sense of power I hadn't felt in a long time. We had an unspoken agreement—these stolen moments were ours alone. The risk of getting caught added a thrill that neither of us could deny.

When we were done, I wiped my mouth and stood up, smoothing out my dress. "Thank you, Daddy, For feeding me like the needy whore I am." I murmured, my voice thick with satisfaction.

Damien zipped up his pants, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're welcome, baby," he said, his voice low and gruff. "But remember, we're not done yet."

We returned to the booth where Alex was slumped over, his eyes glazed and his breathing steady. "Looks like someone had a little too much fun," Damien said with a smirk, nudging him gently.

I leaned over and kissed Alex lovingly on the lips, tasting the faint hint of lime from the shots Damien had convinced him to down. Alex's eyes snapped open, and he blinked a few times before focusing on me. "God, your lip gloss is so good," he murmured, his voice thick with ****.

Damien chuckled. "Looks like it's time to get this party back to your place," he suggested, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill down my spine.

I nodded, my heart racing with excitement and anticipation. We managed to get Alex to his feet, his arm draped over both our shoulders as we supported him through the crowd and into the cool night air. The lights from the club spilled out onto the sidewalk, casting a neon glow over the three of us as we stumbled toward a cab.

The ride home was a blur of laughter and stumbling, with Damien and I exchanging knowing glances as Alex slumped between us, his head lolling back against the seat. We had done it—our little plan was coming together perfectly.

When we finally stumbled through the door of our home, Alex was barely conscious, his legs giving out as he leaned heavily against the wall. "Bed," he mumbled, his eyes half-closed.

Damien and I managed to get him upstairs, his arms thrown over our shoulders as we practically carried him into the bedroom. With a final heave, we dumped him onto the bed, his head hitting the pillow with a soft thump. He was out cold, snoring lightly, oblivious to the tension that filled the air.

Damien and I looked at each other, the same mischievous spark in our eyes. He leaned in and whispered, "Alone at last."

Without a second thought, he reached under my skirt, ripped my panties from my body, and pushed me onto the bed next to Alex. The mattress dipped with the sudden weight, but my fiancé remained ****, a gentle snore escaping his lips. Damien's movements were swift and sure, his eyes never leaving mine as he unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper. The sound of his pants hitting the floor.

I could feel the heat of his erection against my thigh as he positioned himself over me, the weight of his body pressing me down into the mattress. His hand found my neck, squeezing just enough to make me gasp, as he whispered, "You're mine tonight, remember that." His other hand reached between my legs, finding me already wet and ready.

With Alex lying inches away from us, we began to move together, our breaths mingling in the darkness. Each thrust was a silent declaration of our illicit passion, a dance of dominance and desire that neither of us could resist. The guilt was a distant memory, drowned out by the pulsing need that consumed me.

Damien's eyes bore into mine, his expression a mix of hunger and triumph. His grip tightened on my neck, the pressure increasing with every stroke, sending waves of pleasure and fear through my body. The room spun around us, the walls seeming to close in as we moved in perfect rhythm, the only sound the rustle of the bed and Alex's deep, even breathing.

He thrust into me harder, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, my nails digging into the sheets. The headboard slammed against the wall, the vibration of it adding to the crescendo of sensation building inside me.

Damien leaned in closer, his teeth grazing my ear. "Moan for me," he growled, his voice a dark command. "Let him hear how much you love it."

I swallowed hard, my body trembling with the effort to hold back the sounds that wanted to escape. But the thrill of the situation was too much to resist. I opened my mouth, letting out a low moan that grew in intensity with every thrust. Alex's snoring didn't falter, but I could feel the heat of Damien's gaze, the smug satisfaction that I knew was etched on his face.

"That's it," Damien murmured, his voice thick with lust. He slapped my cheek, the sting sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. "Moan louder, bitch. Let him know who you really belong to."

I bit my lip, but the pain only made the pleasure more intense. I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my throat, echoing through the room. Alex's snoring remained unchanged, but I knew Damien was watching for any sign of movement from him, his eyes glinting in the darkness.

"I don't give a fuck if your fiancé hears you moaning like a whore for his bully's dick," Damien whispered harshly in my ear, the words sending a bolt of electricity through my body. He slapped my cheek, the sting jolting me. "Moan louder, bitch," he demanded, his voice a low growl.

I did as I was told, my voice trembling with pleasure and fear. The sound of his hand connecting with my skin seemed to echo through the room, bouncing off the walls and mixing with the sound of our hushed breaths. My moans grew louder, filling the space between us, as he slammed into me with an intensity that was almost punishing.

Damien's hips moved faster, his breath hot against my skin. He whispered filthy words into my ear, a constant stream of degradation that only served to make me wetter. I could feel my orgasm building, a pressure that grew with each slap and harsh word. It was as if the very essence of his dominance was coaxing it out of me, demanding my submission.

"You love this, don't you?" he said, his voice a mix of amusement and contempt. "You love being used by me, don't you?"

I nodded, my cheeks burning with the truth of his words. The sensation of his thick, black cock filling me up was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was as if my body had been designed specifically for him, to crave his dominance and the way he made me feel so utterly used and degraded.

As my climax washed over me, my body convulsed around him, my pussy tightening in a vice-like grip. "Your cock is the best thing I've ever felt," I moaned, the words spilling out of me like a confession. "I crave it."

Damien's grin grew wider, his eyes darkening with satisfaction as he watched my face contort with pleasure. "I knew you were a dirty slut," he whispered, his voice filled with a possessive growl. "And now, you're mine."

My body shuddered as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over me, each one more intense than the last. Damien's strokes grew faster, his grip on my neck tightening as he approached his own climax. The room was a haze of pleasure, the only anchor the feeling of his cock stretching me, filling me completely.

"I'm so happy you tormented me," I gasped, the words spilling out as if torn from my soul. "So happy you broke Emily." The confession was a heady rush, mixing the guilt of my infidelity with the intoxicating thrill of submission. "You used it to turn me into your toy," I moaned, my voice ragged and breathless. Damien's grin grew darker, his eyes gleaming with victory as he watched my body shake with the **** of my climax. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

With one final, powerful thrust, he shot his thick cum deep into my pussy. The warmth of his release filled me, a declaration of ownership that resonated deep within me. His cock pulsed with the aftermath of his orgasm, the sensation sending aftershocks through my own body. I could feel the evidence of his dominance, a physical presence that marked me as his.

Damien withdrew from me, his smile a twisted mix of satisfaction and amusement. He leaned back, his chest heaving, and gestured toward Alex's sleeping form. "Now, bitch," he said, his voice a low command. "Shove your used pussy onto your future cuck husband's face. Let him wake up to the smell of your betrayal."

I hesitated, my body still quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure. But the thrill of his words, the power in his command, was too much to resist. With trembling hands, I rolled onto Alex, my pussy wet and slick with Damien's cum. His nose was buried in the pillow, and I angled my hips so that my pussy was right above his mouth.

Damien's eyes never left mine as he watched, his expression a blend of hunger and triumph. He reached down and slapped my ass, hard enough to leave a handprint. "Do it," he ordered, his voice a low growl.

With a deep breath, I obeyed. I positioned myself so that my cum-covered pussy hovered just above Alex's mouth. His breath was warm and even, and I felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as I lowered myself onto him. The smell of my betrayal filled my nostrils, the scent of sex and the faint metallic tang of Damien's semen.

Damien leaned over, his hand cupping my face. His kiss was brutal, his tongue invading my mouth as his cum leaked from me onto Alex's face. He tasted of power and dominance, the flavor of our shared secret. His hand slipped down to my neck, his grip tightening as he claimed me once more, his cock still semi-hard and pressing against my stomach.

When he finally released me, he whispered, "Goodnight, slut," and climbed off the bed. His footsteps were silent on the carpet as he disappeared into the hallway, leaving me trembling and exposed atop my unknowing fiancé.

Alex stirred slightly, the smell of Damien's cum no doubt reaching his nose. But he remained asleep, lost in the oblivion of his drunkenness. I looked down at him, feeling a strange mix of guilt and excitement. The weight of what we had done settled heavily on my chest, but the thrill of our secret was like a ****, keeping my thoughts racing.

I slid off Alex's face, my pussy still throbbing from the intensity of my climax. The stickiness of Damien's cum coated my inner thighs, a tangible reminder of our relationship. Carefully, I moved to the side of the bed, pulling the covers over us both. Alex mumbled something incoherent and rolled over, his arm wrapping around my waist.