No, Simon Figures it Out

John was standing in my cubicle, waiting for Annah from accounting to leave, and she was taking her sweet time gathering her things. It didn't help that our colleagues were starting to get a little suspicious. My master was spending an awful lot of time with me lately, and despite our, or rather his best efforts to be discreet, we weren't exactly being subtle.

Finally she left, and John turned to look at me. "So you really think he'd be okay with us coming clean about it?"

It took me some efforts to focus on the conversation with him standing so close to me. The last few weeks had been one long string of **** lust cut with the relief of mind-numbing pleasure. I had lost count of the number of times he had bent me over a toilet, a desk, a chair or a table and fucked the daylights out of me. "Deep down, he already knows," I said. "We're just not giving him a chance to move on. He'd let me go if I told him I've met someone else..."

"Me?" John said and grinned. "You think he'd buy that?"

Maybe not, I thought. He knew me. He knew I couldn't stand John. But I still had to tell him something... "Well, he's bound to buy something, master," I said. "I can't stay with him forever."

John shook his head. "I'm not even sure I'd buy that myself. I'm not kidding myself. Without his fucked up suggestions and his magic trigger I would have never gotten a chance to fuck a hottie like you. Hell if I were him I'd get suspicious as fuck if you told me that you're leaving me for someone like me."

I was about to argue, or at least attempt to when a figure suddenly popped up in the doorway, looking more pissed than I had ever seen him before. Simon was standing there, fuming, looking like he was about to throw a temper tantrum. I could certainly understand why.

"You fucking asshole!" he growled, glaring at John. I was surprised at the language. Simon never cursed.

My master was looking like a kid caught with their hand in a cookie jar, but after looking at us both for a moment, he seemed to relax. He was grinning. "Simon, I suppose?" he said. "Well, guess you've heard all that, then."

My boyfriend grabbed me by the arm and attempted to pull me away. I pulled back. "Ashley, we're leaving," he said.

I looked at him with a frown, then back at John. I had not been told to go anywhere. Was I supposed to follow Simon? My head was suddenly spinning. I was instructed to keep quiet about the entire situation, but Simon had already figured it out.

"She's not going anywhere with you," John said, grinning like a maniac.

"Shut up!" Simon spat back before turning back to me. "That pervert messed with your head! Can't you see?" He was shaking. I could see tears forming in his eyes. "I'll fix that shit. I promise. I'll fix it. We just have to get out of here."

I wanted to go with him, but at the same time, I didn't. "I know what he did," I whispered. "I'm fine with it. He owns me now. I belong to him. I'll do whatever he tells me to."

Simon was staring at me in shock. He seemed to grow taller as his anger seemed to boil over. His attention back on John he took a few steps forward. "I'll fucking kill you, you piece of shit!"

"Ashley! Kill yourself if he touches me!"

My world seemed to come crashing down at the command. The thought of John getting hurt, even a single hair on his body harmed, was enough to send my mind into full panic. I didn't want to die, and my survival was now tied to the survival of my master. I had to do whatever I could to prevent him from coming to harm.

I grabbed a pair of scissors from my desk and pressed them against my own neck, making sure to apply just enough pressure to make it clear to Simon that I was serious. I was shaking, but I had ****. "Stop!" I yelled, my voice trembling. "Don't you dare touch him!" My heart was pounding. I had not been given a way out. If he did touch him, I'd have to kill myself. It felt so easy to obey, and so right.

Simon stopped in his tracks, looking at the scissors at my neck in horror. "You're sick! What kind of monster would do that?!"

John was laughing behind him. "You've only got yourself to blame, buddy. You're the one who programmed her to fuck anyone who shows her any interest. You're the one who let her out the door with the trigger in place." He was laughing, clearly enjoying himself immensely. "And now, thanks to you, she's mine." He put his hands on my shoulders. He was right. I was his property. Of course I was. "And you know the best part? For the last three weeks I've been fucking her every chance I got, and she's been loving it. And when she was with you, guess who she was thinking about?"

Simon was crying silently now, but didn't move an inch. The scissors were still pressed against my neck.

"I mean... You must have noticed how wet she was, right?" John kept going. "You must have wondered why she refused to fuck you even though she was dripping."

"Please stop..." Simon whispered, his voice broken, barely audible. He was sobbing, his body shaking, his knees weak.

John frowned, as if processing the situation and realizing he might be going a bit overboard. "Tell you what," he said finally. "I'm not an unreasonable guy. I can share." He moved in behind me and slid a hand up my shirt. I gasped at the touch, still **** for him, as always. Despite the chaos I was almost hoping he'd fuck me right now, in front of Simon. I needed it. I needed him.

"What do you say, Ashley? Would you like that? Would you like to fuck Simon again?" His other hand was moving towards my ass, and his fingers were digging into my flesh. I was moaning and whimpering at his touch but my arousal had hit a ceiling, forever limited by his command not to become too distracted.

What was I supposed to say? I still loved Simon, but I was horny only for John. Would I like to fuck Simon? I could feel my master's erection pressing against my ass.

"I don't give a fuck about your pathetic offer," Simon hissed through gritted teeth. "You're going down. I'll call the police. I'll tell everyone what you did. I'll..."

John was laughing. "You're a funny guy, aren't you? You think anyone's gonna believe you? Even if they do... Don't you get it? I can tell your dear girl here to convince them it's all made up. Hell, I can tell her to fuck the entire police **** if it can make them shut their mouths." He leaned forward, whispering in my ear. "Would you do that for me, Ashley?"

Of course I would. The question made no sense. "Sure, master," I shrugged. The very idea of obeying him calmed my nerves. It was always so easy to obey him.

"You're a monster..." Simon said, shaking his head, but his eyes were on me, and I could see a hint of lust in them.

John sighed. "Look, I can just tell her to hate your guts, to forget you, to believe you're her mother... Anything I want. But I can also make her your perfect little slut. Wouldn't you like that?" He was grinning. "Shared custody, as they say. You get her all nights of the week, I get her in the office and weekends. She gets to be whatever you want her to be when she's with you, and whatever I want her to be when she's with me."

Simon shook his head. "I don't want your leftovers, asshole. I just want her back."

At the other side of the office, the last person who hadn't already left for the day was finally heading home. He waved goodbye to us, and John returned it with a cheerful wave. I could still feel his other hand on my tit, and my pussy was throbbing with arousal.

"Listen, pal, you have a choice here. You either take the carrot, or the stick. You can have half of her, or none. It's that simple. Scorched Earth, buddy."

Simon's eyes were on me. He seemed to be weighing his options. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." he whispered, tears in his eyes.

John laughed. "Go wait outside for a moment. Your girlfriend and I need a moment alone. Don't worry, she'll join you there in a moment, back to herself, mostly."

Simon was still shaking, but he seemed to be calming down, if only barely. He nodded, and left. We watched him leave the office, and as soon as he was out of earshot, John turned back to me.