Is this the end? (Alternate branch)

I must start by saying that I have really enjoyed this story. It has quickly become one of my favorites in the genre. With permission from Vox121, I would like to start an alternate branch of the story at this point. I personally really liked the very devious and controlling Emma that captured Isaac's attention and started him down the path of learning how to enjoy his own emotional masochism. I would have expected a very different response from that side of Emma, which I had grown really attached to. This branch will explore that response. On this branch I expect Emma to further take the gloves off regarding Isaac and push him even deeper into his own desires, even into situations he had previously rejected. So, here starts a different arc in which Emma pushes Isaac deeper and deeper into his cuckold fantasies. This chapter begins exactly as the chapter from Vox121 called “Emma’s resolve”, but then takes the story in a very different direction.

They were taking their time. That had Emma written all over it, no doubt drawing things out. Even after the waiting I did before Sarah came down, I waited for nearly an hour before she showed up. I stood as soon as I saw her. Unlike Sarah, she didn’t have that after-sex glow that set me off. Instead, it was almost as if nothing had happened.

Eyes boring into mine, she stopped a step too close and held out her hand. “My panties.” I handed them to her and she wasted no time putting them back on. Her gaze lingered for a moment before turning and walking toward the door. I quickly followed after, catching up easily.

I beat her to the car, opening the door. She didn’t even look at me as she slid inside. Hurrying around, I got inside and started the engine.

“Emma—”

Her voice was cold. “Not right now Isaac. We need to talk about this, but you better give me a minute to process this. Drive us somewhere dark and quiet where we can talk.” Arms folded over her chest, she pointedly looked out the window giving as much of her back to me as she could.

I hesitated before slumping back. “At least put your seatbelt on.”

She said nothing, but at least did that much. Following my own advice, I put on my own belt, put the car in drive, and took off. It was a long drive spent in complete silence. I didn’t even risk the radio. I began to get really worried when I heard her sobs coming from the seat next to me.

“Are you okay?” I asked quietly as I listened to her sobs.

“Just … just be quiet right now, Isaac.” She said.

There was a parking lot at the back of a city park across town from us. It was typically empty at night and offered a high degree of privacy. It occasionally got used as a make out spot by horny teenagers. We just sat in silence for quite a while as she stewed on what had happened, sniffling as she recovered from her earlier sobbing. I could tell she was trying to figure out what she was going to say. I decided to let her make the first move.

“I don’t think you realize just how badly you fucked up tonight, Isaac.” She finally said, clear anger rippling in currents through her voice.

I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I decided to just let her keep going

“I know a good amount of this is my fault,” she continued, “Spending months having you get off to me and other guys… well, that’s exactly what I got; a boyfriend who likes watching his girl with other guys. But you made it clear to me that you were waiting for me to decide I really wanted you. You were very clear in letting me know you only wanted me when I was ready to give you everything; my body, my mind, my emotions. Everything. I’m not going to lie, Isaac. That scared the shit out of me. I’ve always treated sex as nothing more than entertainment. It’s allowed me to have all the fun I want without the risk of getting hurt. You were asking me to risk it all. Coupling sex to a real emotional connection means that not only am I taking a huge risk of getting really hurt, but I also risk losing my life of casual sex for the sheer fun of it. I suspected that I might not want to go back to the empty, but entertaining, sex I was used to. It was a lot to ask and I wasn’t at all ready for it.”

“I know,” I said, “And I am okay with that.”

“I know, Isaac, and that’s the fucking problem, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I tried to scare you away. I did everything to make you realize I could never really give you want you really wanted. I was sure that you would give up and I could avoid having to take this huge risk in my life. But you never gave up, Isaac. The harder I pushed, the closer we became. The closer we got, the more it scared me, until you finally broke through that fear. I decided I could really trust you, Isaac. I’ve desired you for so long, but that desire was never greater than the fear of how much it would change me. Until tonight. Tonight I realized that you were exactly what I wanted and I made up my mind to give you exactly what you have been waiting for all along. I took a huge risk tonight, Isaac, offering you something I have never offered to any other person, knowing that it was what you had been waiting for all this time.”

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

I really had fucked up. She exposed all her vulnerabilities to me, offering me her all, and I had rejected her, pushing her back into meaningless sex with one of her fuck buddies. I had likely hurt her far deeper than anything she had ever done to me. I had convinced her she could trust me enough to take a huge risk in her life and the moment she tried to take that risk, I turned my back on her. I had become Lucy, holding the football for her to kick it, convincing her I would never pull it away at the last second, only to pull it away at the last second.

She had always been clear about her expectations with me. It had hurt me a lot, but she had never really deceived me. She told me what to expect going into this, and she followed true to form the entire time.

I, on the other hand, had told her what she could expect from me, and then had taken it away at the very moment she decided she wanted it. God I was so stupid.

“Oh, god,” I said. “I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, Isaac. You finally convinced me to take a huge risk, and then you crushed me when I actually did it. I’m not sure how I’ll ever be able to trust you again.”

“What would you like me to do?” I asked.

“I’m not sure there is anything you can do, Isaac.” She said dejectedly.

“So what are you saying, Emma?”

“That I think we are done, Isaac. I don’t think I can do this anymore. I’ve been so careful not to put myself in a position where you could hurt me like this, but you managed to do it anyway. I think you’d better just take me home.”

I wanted to argue with her. I wanted to tell her about all the times she had hurt me and how I kept coming back for more. But it all felt so damn hollow. She had given me exactly what she promised she would. It hurt, but it was that pain that fed my desire. That was why I had kept coming back to her. What I had done was a complete betrayal of trust. It was in a different league altogether from the pain she had caused me. I had promised one thing and delivered exactly the opposite.

I had no idea what I could say to justify that. So instead I just drove her home in silence.

“Goodbye, Isaac,” she said to me angrily as she got out of the car, slamming the door and heading into her house.

And then it was me that sat in the car, sobbing.