Chapter 3: Did You Cum? Did He Cum?

Continued from chapter 2:

Tears drip steadily into her lap as she continues in a broken voice.

“It meant nothing, Ero. Nothing at all. In the cold light of day, I realized what a huge error I’d made. I’ve been sick with guilt ever since. I... I couldn’t bear the thought of you finding out some other way.”

Finally, she lifts her gaze to meet mine, her blue eyes swimming with anguish and **** entreaty. She squeezes my hands desperately, her whole body trembling.

“Please, Ero, you have to believe me. It was a one-time thing, a terrible error in judgment. My heart, my soul, my everything belongs to you. Always has, always will. I was just... lost without you for a little while. Stupid and selfish and weak.”

“Did you cum?”

Amy recoils as if struck, a strangled gasp escaping her lips at my blunt, probing question. Mortification and despair crash over her in waves, threatening to drag her under. She wants to lie, to spare me this painful knowledge, but she knows she owes me the truth, no matter how ugly it may be.

Chapter 3:

“Y-yes,” she whispers brokenly, hot tears spilling down her cheeks.

“I... I did. I let myself get carried away, lost control completely. It was a moment of sheer selfishness and weakness. But Ero, I swear to you, it meant NOTHING! Nothing compared to the love and commitment I have for you!”

She looks up at me then, her blue eyes shimmering with anguished tears, silently begging me to understand.

“I hate myself for it, for hurting you like this.”

Amy hunches in on herself, arms wrapped tightly around her middle as if trying to physically hold herself together.

“Did he cum? Did you let him do it inside of you?”

Amy shakes her head frantically, dark blonde hair whipping around her face as fresh sobs wrack her slender frame. She clutches my hands like a lifeline, **** for any scrap of connection, of understanding.

“N-no, no he didn’t!” she cries out, her voice raw with emotion.

“I... I stopped it before it got that far. As soon as I realized what was happening, I pushed him away. I couldn’t go through with it, not really. Not in my heart.”

She looks up at me, her blue eyes huge and pleading in her tear-stained face.

“I know it’s still awful, still a terrible betrayal. But I swear to you, on everything I hold dear, that I did not let another man finish inside me.”

“Amy... be honest. You came... and he didn’t? He was so amazing that he, a man, got you off before he could finish? And you didn’t let him? Remember, I’m asking this on purpose, because I am in a lot of pain, and I want to hurt you.”

“I want you to relive all of it, in every sordid detail. And then I will probably find ways to hurt and **** you some more... That is all I can give you right now. I don’t know anything right now except for pain and fury. Can you handle that?”

Amy’s blood runs cold at my ominous words, a chill of genuine fear slithering down her spine. She sees the pain and rage simmering in my eyes, the cruel set of my jaw, and realizes with dawning horror that I intend to make her suffer for her sins.

A part of her recoils in terror, wanting to flee, to hide. But a larger part, the part that loves me desperately, knows she deserves whatever punishment I deem fit.

Swallowing hard, she meets my gaze, tears still flowing freely down her pale cheeks.

“I... I understand, Ero. I can handle it,” she says softly, her voice quavering with trepidation and resignation.

“You’re right, I do owe you the full truth, no matter how humiliating or painful it may be. And I... Yes, Ero,” she whispers hoarsely, meeting my gaze with tear-filled eyes.

“Yes, I can handle it. I... I deserve your anger, your pain. I’ll take whatever you dish out, no matter how much it hurts. It’s no less than I deserve for betraying you.”

She takes a shuddering breath, steeling herself.

“I... I did come. He touched me in ways I shouldn’t have allowed, made me feel things I shouldn’t have felt.”

Amy takes a deep, shuddering breath, steeling herself for what she must say next. When she speaks, her voice is low and trembling, each word seeming to cost her greatly.

“I... I came, yes. He touched me in ways that made me forget myself, made me lose control.”

She flushes with shame, unable to meet my eyes.

“It was quick and intense, unlike anything I’d experienced before. Before I knew it, I was... I was climaxing, crying out in pleasure. And he... he finished shortly after, inside of me.”

Fresh tears spill down her cheeks as she forces herself to continue, her hands twisting anxiously in her lap.

“I hated myself in that moment, Ero. Hated what I’d become, what I’d done to us.”

I can’t look at her. I am disgusted with Amy and have nothing good to say to her. No words of encouragement. No offer of hope. Only pain. I hurt, and I’m going to hurt her by making her relive every last sordid detail of her infidelity, her defilement.

Amy flinches as if physically struck by my icy silence, my lack of response cutting her to the core. She wraps her arms around herself, hugging tight as if trying to physically hold the shattered pieces of her heart together.

“I... I understand,” she whispers brokenly after a long, agonizing moment.

“I understand your disgust, your hatred. I hate myself too, for what I’ve done. For ruining everything we had.”

She takes a shuddering breath, forcing herself to continue, to bare her soul fully even as it kills her inside.

“Was there foreplay? Did you two just go at each other like wild animals and get right down to fucking? Or was there anything else involved?”

“If I’m going to be cuckolded, Amy, I might as well get my money’s worth. Tell me all of it, every last detail. Who did what to who? How long, and how it felt. Leave. NOTHING. Out.”

Amy's face pales at my cruel demand, bile rising in her throat. A wave of nausea washes over her as memories of that fateful night flood back. She knows she has ****, no right to refuse me anything, no matter how degrading or painful it may be. With a choked sob, she begins to recount the events in a small, miserable voice.

“It... it started with drinks at the bar. Too many drinks. Then we went back to his place. He... he kissed me first, and I... I let him. His hands were everywhere, touching me, groping me. I should have stopped it then, but I didn't.”

Fresh tears spill down her cheeks as she forces herself to continue, each word tearing at her heart.

“He laid me down on the bed and... and put his mouth on me. Between my legs. I... I came quickly, so fast it shocked me.”

She takes a shuddering breath, squeezing her eyes shut as vivid, mortifying details flood her mind.

“After that, he moved up my body, kissing and licking as he went. I was still trembling from my orgasm, but he... he kept going. Kept touching me, stroking me until I writhed underneath him.”

Her voice drops to a pained whisper, face burning with shame.

“He entered me then. Slowly, deeply. Filling me in a way that... that felt different from you. Bigger, harder. I... I couldn't help but moan, even as I hated myself for it.”

To be continued in chapter 4...