Show Me Yours

“Don’t you have class?” Adrian asked, taking a bite of his food. He and Rhys sat at his dining room table, eating lunch.

Rhys pushed his meal around his plate uncomfortably. “I’m not going to go today.”

“You’ve missed the entire week so far,” Adrian noted.

Rhys was quiet. He had been doing better recently, but something must have happened, because when Adrian got home after work last night, he had seemed even more despondent than usual. It hadn’t seemed right to pile on more stress, so Adrian had kept the incident with 14th Street to himself.

“You’re welcome to stay with me as long as you want,” Adrian said kindly, “but at some point you’re going to need to resume your life.”

“I know,” Rhys mumbled morosely.

“You’re worried about your classmates seeing you,” Adrian stated. “I get it. But you can't avoid class forever. You’re going to have to bite the bullet. Waiting isn’t going to help. It’s just going to make you slip further behind in your classwork.”

Rhys grimaced. “I know that too.”

“But it’s hard,” Adrian finished for him, gently.

Rhys nodded.

“Sometimes,” Adrian offered, “there’s nothing you can do but grin and bear it. I wish I could do more to help, but it is what it is.” Adrian knew a thing or two about being dealt a raw hand. He felt guilty that the same thing that was such a positive turning point in his life was proving to be such a hardship for Rhys, but there was nothing to be done. All he could do was try to keep Rhys on the right track. “How are your parents taking you being out of the house?”

“My dad’s a little pissed I’m not there to help out with chores,” Rhys said. “Other than that, they don’t really care.”

Adrian stood up to put his dish away, but stopped to rest his hand on Rhys’s shoulder. “Things will shake out alright,” he told him. “I promise. Now go to class.”

“Alright,” Rhys sighed.

He stood up to get dressed, and Adrian noticed that he seemed just a hair more energized than he had previously. The dopamine from obeying Adrian was boosting his mood. Adrian didn’t love using Rhys’s squire bond to get him to do things, but if his pact with Araqiel was causing the problem in the first place, it didn’t seem so wrong to use it to solve the problem too. If Adrian could make Rhys feel a little better, that seemed worth it.

Rhys got up to go get changed, and Adrian bused his plate to the kitchen for him. As Adrian washed the dishes, his mind turned towards the day’s agenda. He hadn’t wanted Rhys to go to class only for Rhys’s benefit. Adrian needed him out of the apartment. For what he had to do that afternoon, he didn’t want any witnesses.

It was Thursday, and that meant that the big squire meetup at Christine’s apartment was tomorrow. Over the last week, he’d managed to make some kind of contact with every squire except one. His neighbor.

Under slightly different circumstances, she might have been one of the easier squires to approach. He didn’t know her, but she lived right next door. The problem was that, unlike the rest of the squires, she hadn’t been physically changed. That meant that he had no good way of proving to her that the situation was real. She may not have any idea that anything was going on at all.

Somehow, he'd have to manipulate her into going to the meetup. Again, that might not have been a problem if things were different. He’d used the other squires’ bonds to get them to agree to go. But Adrian had asked the spirits about his neighbor’s bond, and hadn’t liked the answer.

Ivy and Christine had been given crushes on him. It was obvious how to leverage that. Rhys and Amira received little hits of reward chemicals whenever they obeyed an order. He could use that to condition them. Opal was just **** to obey his commands flat out, at least the ones she didn’t have the willpower to ignore, and that made things easy. But his neighbor's bond didn't work like any of those.

The spirits had described her as a Bootlicker. Whenever she did something he told her to, she would become more aroused. The effect would be pretty small for common orders, but it could be applied repeatedly, and the more daring the command, the larger the effect. The issue Adrian faced was how to use this to get some level of influence over her. He had struck on the answer fairly quickly, but he hadn’t liked it. He’d spent the whole day trying to think up alternatives, but had come up empty. So like it or not, he was going with plan A.

Rhys came out of the bathroom wearing a black sweatshirt and a baggy pair of jeans, with a pair of sunglasses and a baseball cap he must have found somewhere in Adrian’s dresser.

“Is it alright if I borrow these?” Rhys asked.

“Sure,” Adrian said, turning around. “Just don’t lose them.”

“Not a problem,” Rhys said. “I don't plan on taking them off.”

“You already order a ride?” Adrian checked.

Rhys nodded. “It’s almost here.”

“We have to get your car fixed,” Adrian told him. “I’ll help you take it to the shop this weekend.”

“Thanks,” Rhys smiled. “I don’t know the first thing about cars.”

“Well I’m no expert either,” Adrian hedged, “but I know enough to make sure you don’t get ripped off. You drive a beater your whole life and you learn real quick what’s bullshit and what’s not.”

“I appreciate it,” Rhys said.

Rhys’s phone dinged, and he made a quick goodbye before racing out to the parking lot. Adrian was alone, and that meant that it was time to get to business. He steeled himself for what came next. It may not be right, but it had to be done. He’d made his choice the night he’d summoned Araqiel. Besides, he’d do worse before the day was out.

Adrian left his apartment and locked the door behind him, crossing the courtyard to his neighbor’s apartment. His nerves were acting up in anticipation of the dance that was to come, but he kept his face composed.

Adrian’s knuckles rapped on the door. He had to knock a second time before the woman heard him and opened up.

“Hello?” she said, curious about who would be bothering her in the middle of the day.

“Hi, I’m Adrian. I live across the way.” He pointed to where his unit was.

“Oh,” the woman said warmly. “I’m Faith. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Yes, actually,” Adrian replied. “You see, I’m currently in one of the studio apartments, but a friend of mine and I are thinking about maybe switching into one of the two-bed units like yours once my lease is up. If it’s not too much trouble, I was hoping I could get a tour of your place to see what we’d be signing up for.”

As he spoke, Adrian tapped into his reservoir of infernal energy. Immediately, Faith became outlined in cool blue to his sight. Adrian marveled at the clarity of color. The spirits had mentioned that some of his powers may be more effective on his squires, and now he knew what they had meant. When he had done the same before with Rocco, the aura had been hazy, but with Faith, it seemed that he could discern even more vivid colors with his powers than he could with his eyes. He would be able to detect even the most minute up or down ticks in her arousal.

That would be useful to him, but it wasn’t why he had activated his abilities. He focused on the strand of light that connected him to Faith and took hold of it in his mind, forcing her to continue talking to him even if she would have rather made an excuse to send him on his way.

“I’m sorry,” Faith told him, “but now’s not really a good time.”

“It would be very helpful,” Adrian insisted.

“It’s just, I have a lot to get done this afternoon,” she said with an apologetic smile.

“I understand, it won’t take long,” Adrian continued, ignoring her attempts to get him to go away. “Let me in.” He said the last words with a shrug and what he hoped was a disarming grin, but he worried that he might have overplayed his hand.

Faith shifted her weight from one leg to the other, and the pause grew to an uncomfortable length. With the conversation in the grip of Adrian’s power, she was helpless to leave. Adrian had no idea how she rationalized it to herself, but she finally accepted that she could neither make him go away nor break off their dialogue herself. “Alright, I guess I could show you around a little.”

“I appreciate it,” Adrian thanked her.

Faith stepped aside and let him pass into her home, and as she did, her pale blue aura deepened ever so slightly. As she shut the door behind him, Adrian took the opportunity to assess his latest squire.

She was probably a decade older than him, somewhere in the middle of her thirties at a guess. She had faint smile lines and crow's feet to show for it, but they made her no less beautiful. Instead, they lent her a sense of warmth and comfort. Her brown hair fell in soft curls down past her shoulders, bouncing lightly as she stepped. She wore a pair of tight jeans and a pink tank top that, while not immodest, gave him a good peek at her breasts. They were a little less than a handful each and had only the slightest hint of sag. Her body was soft, not overweight by any means, but it spoke of someone who had settled in well to her domestic role.

“So this is the living room,” she said, her gentle smile and sparkling amber eyes catching his attention.

“Spacious,” Adrian replied, looking around. A green, L-shaped couch took up most of the floor space, with a brown, leather recliner off to its right and a blue cloth chair to its left. A cluttered coffee table sat in the center, and behind it on the wall rested an old television. All of the furniture was worn with the well-earned stains that come from raising a family, but the lived-in atmosphere painted the picture of a happy home.

“And over here you can see the kitchen,” Faith led on. A small half-wall separated it from the living room, with a round table resting off to the side serving as their dining room. Bits of food were still scattered across it here and there, evidence of the morning’s breakfast.

“Not a lot of counter space,” Adrian noted.

“No,” Faith agreed, “but the cabinets aren’t bad.”

Adrian poked around the oven for a bit, pretending to evaluate it.

“Can I get you something?” Faith offered.

“Grab me a water,” he said lightly, careful to phrase it in the form of a command. Faith did as he said, pouring it out from a pitcher on the tile counter. She handed him the glass, and he took a sip. They spent a while discussing the merits of the kitchen, with Adrian doing his best to pepper in tiny commands along the way, before he was ready to move on. “Show me the bedrooms,” he said.

“Just down the hall,” Faith answered, leading him out of the kitchen and down the unit’s only hallway, extending away from the living room. It featured three doors, one on either side and one at the end.

She led him down to the last door, and as she walked in front of him, he let his eyes stray down to the shake of her ass. It was a mom’s ass, neither especially large nor well defined, but then it didn’t need to be to be appealing.

Faith opened the door at the end of the hallway. “Here we have the master bedroom,” she told him. As she turned around, Adrian leisurely raised his gaze from her backside to her face. He didn’t leer, but neither did he hide that he had been looking. Faith noticed, and her eyes widened briefly in mild surprise.

“I love what you did with the place,” Adrian said, stepping past her. He approached an old wooden armoire and ran his hand over the grain. “Where did you find this?”

“It was my grandmother’s,” Faith said wistfully, Adrian’s indiscretion smoothed over. “They don’t make them like this anymore.”

“You can say that again. Beats the hell out of Ikea,” Adrian laughed. “Besides, I like it when things show a little age.”

His gaze dipped briefly down to Faith’s modest cleavage before going back up to meet her eyes. Her mouth hung open for a second. “Antiques are nice to have,” she replied weakly.

Adrian knew that the spirits had been at work in her head. However she would have felt about him checking her out before all this started, it now carried a little grain of excitement. Her interest in exhibitionism was only passing at best - although the spirits could always choose to dial it up going forward - but his languid glances, carefully calibrated to be just proper enough not to be called out, were nonetheless rewarded in the hue of her aura. Faith was now outlined in teal, which Adrian intuitively understood to mean that, while she wasn’t yet horny, the engine had been kicked on. He needed to press her further.

Adrian approached Faith’s dresser, picking up a framed family portrait. In it, her husband stood with an arm on each of his sons, young at the time, with Faith standing behind him, her arm wrapped around his waist and her head on his shoulder. All four seemed happy, and one of the twins was laughing at something off to the right.

“Tell me about your kids,” Adrian said, caching the command in a conversational tone.

Faith looked at the photo over Adrian’s shoulder, beaming with pride. “They’re twelve now. They play baseball. Owen is good enough that Dennis, my husband, wants him to try out for the team when they get to high school. Lucas has fun too, but he’s always been more comfortable indoors.”

“I never had any siblings,” Adrian said softly, not intending to be so candid. Faith’s deep, motherly love for her sons had touched a nerve Adrian had thought long since numbed.

“Only child?” Faith asked.

“Yeah,” Adrian replied somberly. He didn’t fill in the details. Mentioning that you were an orphan tended to kill the mood. His conscience faintly protested that he was forcing Faith to risk everything he envied her having, but this was hardly the first time Adrian had needed to do something wrong to survive. It wouldn’t be the last either, he knew. Adrian shoved his feelings down and kept on task. “Tell me about your husband, too.”

“Dennis,” Faith smiled, taking the picture from Adrian’s hands and looking appreciatively at her family. He was a stout man, with shoulders like an ox and a hint of paunch, and behind his bushy moustache, he seemed like the jovial sort. “He takes care of us. Couldn’t ask for a better husband. He’s a plumber, but his real passion is woodworking.”

“Why not be a carpenter then?” Adrian asked.

“It’s not easy switching professions,” she replied. “But one of these days I’m going to get him a real workshop.”

“Money a little tight?” Adrian winced; he hadn’t meant to ask that. Thankfully, with his powers still active, he could get away with prying questions he wouldn’t ordinarily be at liberty to ask.

“It’s rough out there,” Faith replied, a little defensive, “but Dennis does alright.”

His misstep gave Adrian an idea. He could take advantage of the fact that he was free to ask personal questions. “How often do you two have sex?”

“Oh, I shouldn’t talk about that,” Faith said, blushing, a far cry from the aghast reaction Adrian deserved.

“Is he good in bed?”

Faith worked her mouth, but perhaps realizing that a non-answer could read as an indictment, said, “I’ve never had any complaints.”

“What’s his dick like?” Adrian continued to press.

“I really shouldn’t say. I don’t think he’d like it if I talked about that.”

Unfortunately, Adrian’s powers couldn’t compel an answer, but his line of questioning had achieved his goal anyway. Faith’s nervous demeanor was accompanied by a green shift in her aura. He was making progress.

“Is this the master bath?” Adrian asked, walking over to a door opposite her bed.

“Yes,” Faith answered, happy for the change of subject.

Adrian stepped inside. The bathroom was reasonably spacious, with white tile flooring and plenty of shelving. There was no tub, but the shower was sizable enough to make up for it. As Adrian looked around, Faith walked up to the counter, fixing her hair in the mirror.

“I meant to say earlier,” Adrian told her, “but I love your hair.”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “That’s so nice of you to say.”

“Do you curl it or is it naturally like that?”

“This is just how God made me,” she laughed lightly.

“Why don’t you let me get a better look?” Adrian asked. “Give me a little twirl.”

Faith’s smile faltered momentarily at the unusual request. “Um…sure,” she agreed.

Adrian crossed his arms and leaned against the wall as Faith slowly spun around, ostensibly with the intention that he appreciate her curls. Instead, his eyes roamed the outline of her body. He had come to Faith’s apartment as a job, but a dark part of him was beginning to look forward to his work.

Adrian didn’t stop his inspection when Faith finished her demonstration. Her lips parted and her eyes widened ever so slightly. Her nascent exhibitionism warred with her natural inclination for modesty as Adrian boldly checked her out. Confusion was written all over her face.

“Like I said,” Adrian told her. “Beautiful.” He didn’t give her a chance to respond. “Shower looks big enough,” he segued, walking over and running a hand over the wall.

“Um…yes,” Faith responded, on the back foot. “The kids are grown now, but it would have been great for showering them when they were younger.”

“I was thinking more about two adults,” Adrian said, his back turned to her. “You and your husband ever share the shower?”

“Maybe sometimes when we're running late,” she replied, not following.

“Ever have sex in here?” he asked. Adrian took the opportunity to adjust his sweats, tightening the drawstring. The pair had been a little tight when he had bought them, and since then, the spirits had granted him not only a good amount of bulk but also an upgrade in the size department. The effect was a prominent bulge.

Faith’s face was red. “Do people…do that?”

“Sure,” he replied nonchalantly as he turned back around.

Faith’s eyes trailed down to his crotch. Her lips parted as she stared in uncertain shock at the outline of Adrian’s dick. Faith’s aura bled from lime-green to a faint yellow. She was ready; now he needed to pull out the big guns.

Adrian gave his neighbor only the span of a few heartbeats to process before he spoke. “I think I’ve seen enough in here. Take me back to the living room.”

“Alright,” Faith stammered. “This way.”

She did her best to compose herself. He had been hitting her left and right with uncomfortable questions and commands that had been slowly but steadily driving her libido into action. At that moment, Faith had to be feeling off-kilter, and that made her ****.

Faith led the way out of the bedroom, and as the pair reached the mouth of the hallway, Adrian took a step forward and bumped into Faith’s side. The movement was exaggerated, and as Adrian pitched, he deliberately spilled the glass of water he’d been carrying all over Faith’s top.

Faith let out a small shriek and jumped back, holding her hands up and staring down at the soaked mess he’d made of her shirt.

“I am so sorry,” Adrian lied, giving her space.

“It’s alright,” Faith said with an understandable smile. “I have two kids. This kind of thing happens all the time.”

“Well, I’d hope I’m less messy than they are,” Adrian laughed.

“Pigs are less messy than they are,” Faith joked. “Hold on a moment, and I’ll go get changed.”

“Is that really necessary?” Adrian asked, heart hammering in his chest as the moment of truth came upon him.

“My shirt is soaked,” Faith responded incredulously.

“We’re pretty much done here,” Adrian said. “I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”

“I can’t just stand around like this,” Faith explained.

“Then just take your shirt off,” Adrian shrugged, trying to seem like it was no big deal despite his racing pulse.

Faith paused. “What?”

“Take your shirt off,” Adrian repeated, trying to strike the right balance in his tone between firmness and casualness.

Faith continued to hesitate.

“It doesn’t make much sense to make me wait for you to get changed when the tour’s almost over, does it?”

“I…guess not,” Faith said weakly. “But…”

“So then it’s not a problem.” Adrian locked his gaze onto Faith’s amber eyes and watched as the changes she’d undergone overtook her. Her face was tight with nerves and uncertainty.

“No,” Faith breathed. “You’re right. It’s not.”

Adrian knew that this moment was only possible because of the last piece of the puzzle. When he had first made his pact, each of his squires had been granted a certain disposition as the earliest form of their bonds. Christine, Ivy, and Rhys had had their trust in him reinforced. Opal and Amira had been made predisposed to view him as an authority figure. Faith, however, had been, as the spirits put it, liberated. Her inhibitions and moral fortitude had both been worn down. It wasn’t by much, her personality was essentially the same as before, but it was just enough to get Adrian’s plan across the finish line.

If Faith had been in this scenario a few weeks ago, complying with Adrian would have been a complete non-starter. She never would have even entertained the idea. Today, though, her hands crossed her body and took hold of the damp, pink tank top.

She lifted it slowly, a fact that was not meant to tantalize Adrian, he understood, but was the result of her inner conflict. As the line of fabric rose up her torso, Adrian was greeted with a visual buffet.

First, her plush stomach and its creamy skin came into view. Next was her waist, pulling in from her hips and sporting a dainty pair of love handles. Finally came the main course. Faith’s breasts were held by an unassuming white bra. Truth be told, it didn’t give Adrian much more of a look than the tank top had, but the added level of intimacy was undeniable.

Faith finished pulling the shirt off and held it in her hand, standing in front of a man she’d only met that afternoon, practically topless. Adrian did nothing to hide his appreciative looks as he roamed her body. Faith was like a rabbit caught in the brush, timid and unsure. Adrian stared at her tits, and Faith stared at him. The combined effects of following such an out-of-character order and her newfound exhibitionism were striking; her aura darkened from yellow to burnt orange, and Adrian knew he had her.

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Faith’s thoughts were scattered. Nervous tension swarmed through every muscle in her body. Her stomach was weak. Why had she taken her shirt off in front of this man? Why did she like it? His eyes were unapologetically drinking in her breasts, and she was doing nothing to stop it. Cold fear mixed with guilt in her chest, a stark contrast to the warmth spreading up from between her legs.

“Take a seat,” Adrian said.

Stretched too thin to do otherwise, Faith acted on autopilot and did as he told her. She moved to the blue cloth chair as he sat himself in the recliner opposite, and as her butt hit the cushions, her nether regions gave a little squeeze.

“I only have a few more questions,” Adrian continued. “Then I'll be on my way.”

Faith swallowed. She wanted him to leave, the sooner the better. What was happening here was not good. But for some reason, she couldn’t make the words come out. “Go ahead,” she answered instead.

“Do you entertain a lot here?” he asked.

“The boys have friends over,” Faith told him. “And sometimes Dennis and I invite other couples to dinner. People he knows from work, or other parents at the boys’ school.”

The mention of her husband sent Faith’s heart racing. What would he think if he walked in just then, home early from work? Faith needed to get this man out of her house as soon as possible. She tried to make an excuse, to tell him to leave, but once again she couldn’t manage to string the sentence together.

“I only ask,” Adrian said, “because I have a number of lady friends I plan to have over. My current studio isn’t very impressive. Tell me: if you were a woman on a date with me, would you like what you see?” His hand came to rest conspicuously close to the bulge in his sweatpants.

The truth was that Adrian was a good-looking man, dark and handsome. He was much younger than her and still had the trappings of youth. He kept himself in shape, a functional strength that didn’t come with the unapproachability of someone who lived in the gym. He probably did very well with women, if Faith had to guess. But of course, he’d been asking her about the apartment, not his body, she reminded herself.

“I don’t know if it's anything special,” she replied, “but I don’t think anyone would turn you down for living here.”

As she answered his question, like he had ordered her to, Faith’s lower lips gave another quiver. She was acutely aware of the open air on her skin, of how little clothing she was wearing, of the way her guest’s eyes roamed her body to see things no man but her husband was ever meant to see. She squirmed in her seat, feeling terrible about her betrayal, but there was an excitement there, too. Adrian liked what he saw, and that made her feel…what exactly? Pleased? Proud? Sexy?

“That’s good to hear,” Adrian said with a confident smile. It looked good on him. “What’s the soundproofing like? Because the walls in my unit are like paper. I’ve had some complaints.”

His hand shifted until it was resting in the middle of his crotch. He couldn’t really be that big, could he?

“What if he is?” a spirit whispered in her ear. “Wouldn’t that be exciting?”

Faith’s emotional state was such a mess that it was easy for the spirit to avoid her conscious attention. It’s words wormed their way inside of her, and Faith seized hold of them. She’d only ever seen one penis in her entire life: Dennis’s. She’d never even watched porn, and had never been tempted to. That a man could be so well endowed was...an interesting revelation. Shame became the newest member of Faith’s inner turmoil, as she realized there was a dampness spreading between her legs.

She was taking too long to answer, Faith realized. Adrian stared at her expectantly. “I…we…sometimes we can hear our upstairs neighbors,” she stammered out. “Just noises, though. Not conversations, or anything.”

“Hm,” Adrian replied. “That could be a problem then. I’m pretty quiet when I’m home alone, but some of my guests can be quite loud. Do you think your neighbors could hear it if I had a woman over and she made a little noise?”

Adrian’s hand, ever so slowly, began to squeeze. Faith’s mouth went dry as she watched him cup himself. His hand relaxed, then squeezed again. Panic left her head empty. He was touching himself right in front of her, and as she watched, the bulge in his sweatpants began to grow. What had been an enigmatic promise began to take form as an alluring temptation. Faith’s eyes widened; the tent forming in Adrian’s lap boggled her mind.

“It would be such a treat to see a cock like that,” the spirits informed her.

Faith shivered. Her every nerve screamed; half in fear, half in anticipation. She was wet now, she knew. Her curiosity about the monster hiding in Adrian’s pants was undeniable. Desperately, she tried one last time to tell him to go. Barring that, to stand up and run away. Neither was possible. For reasons she couldn’t understand, she was stuck, motionless, while a man she barely knew worked his penis to the sight of her bra-clad breasts.

“Sorry…I…what did you ask?” Faith’s voice warbled. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a precipice, and she was terrified to look down at what was at the bottom.

“Do you want to see?” Adrian asked, tearing away the fig leaf that was their previous conversation.

Faith was frozen. The truth was, she did want to see. Adrian’s penis loomed as large in her mind as it did in front of her. Her chest was a deep knot of anxiety wrapped around a burning core of arousal.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Adrian told her gently. “Just nod your head.”

Faith licked her lips. God save her, but she nodded. A chasm opened up in the pit of her stomach. What had she just done? But that pit was soon filled with yearning as Adria hooked his thumbs into his sweat pants and pulled down.

The object of Faith’s desire sprang forward. It was bigger than she had even imagined. Her eyes widened in awe as she drank in the glory of only the second penis she had ever seen. Her husband had told her he was a little over five inches. This would have to be nearly twice that size.

“There is nothing sexier than a huge cock.”

The spirits spoke it, and it became Faith’s truth. If Adrian had never walked into her apartment, she may have never known this about herself, but now she understood. For her, bigger was better. And Adrian was big indeed. His phallus captivated her in a way that Dennis’s never had. Immediately came the impulse to touch it, to feel its warmth and girth in her hands, so small compared to its grandeur.

“Your turn,” Adrian spoke, breaking her spell.

“What?” Faith squeaked.

“Take off your pants,” he commanded firmly.

That was going too far. Faith knew she had already crossed the line, but she still had the opportunity to walk it back. All she had to do was tell him no.

She didn’t. The fire in her loins demanded that she keep going, leading her down a trail that she’d never be able to come back from. Faith’s fingers shook as she unbuttoned her jeans, and again as she peeled them down her legs to give Adrian a look at her plain blue panties and thick white thighs.

Adrian began to work his shaft. “Good girl,” he breathed, and a jolt of electricity raced across Faith’s body. It felt good to do as she was told, and the magnitude of her transgression gave birth to a furnace between her legs. She could hardly ever remember being so turned on. Perhaps on her wedding night, but just then, the memory felt like it came from another life.

Her eyes followed Adrian’s hand on its journey up and down his length. The final shreds of her decency mounted a last stand: she wasn’t going to touch him, and she wasn’t going to let him touch her. That was how she would justify herself after all this was done. No matter what he told her to do next, that was the Rubicon she wouldn’t cross.

“Touch yourself.” Adrian’s words slammed into Faith like a rock into a window.

No. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. But the slickness in her panties burned for want of attention. Her prior conviction was suddenly cast in doubt. If she did it herself, that wouldn’t be any worse than what she was already doing, would it? There was no doubt in her mind that, if Adrian left, the very second she was alone, she would be naked on her bed, hand between her legs as she thought about the phallus that was currently in front of her. Was it so much worse to just do it now? She’d promised herself not to let them touch each other, and they wouldn’t.

The rational part of Faith’s mind understood that her reasoning was being hijacked by her needs. That her line of thinking wouldn’t hold up under sober scrutiny. It didn’t matter, though. Her dampness cried out for stimulation, and the truth was, being ordered to do it was only turning her on even more.

Faith swallowed meekly and slipped a nervous hand into her panties. She found herself sticky and ready. When her finger touched down on her clitoris, she couldn’t keep her moan from escaping her lips.

A victorious smile spread across Adrian’s face, and Faith melted. With her finger working a circle around her love bud, she could admit how hot this all was. He had told her to touch herself, and she had. She was like putty to him, at his mercy.

“You like this, don’t you?” Adrian asked.

Faith could only mewl.

“What a little slut you are,” he told her.

Faith’s hand stopped. What had he just said to her? She-

“But it’s true,” came a whisper.

“And it’s so sexy to hear it,” they continued.

“You like to be reminded of your place.”

“Of what you are.”

“You want to be humiliated.”

The spirits’ mental **** was rewarded as Faith’s psyche was forever altered. The loving and demure sex she’d been having her whole life was fine, but the thrill of being demeaned was enticing. Adrian’s words bounced around in her head, and her finger started to rub at her clit even more furiously than before.

“That’s what I thought,” Adrian growled. “Who else would have her hand down her panties in front of a stranger, but a slut.”

Faith’s cheeks were bright red, but she didn’t stop playing with herself as Adrian spoke. While he verbally dressed her down, his eyes did the same, roaming over her exposed flesh. It drove Faith wild. She was on display for him, an object to be appreciated while he jerked his massive phallus. Oh god, his penis. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen. It made her mouth water.

“I can’t believe a hot piece of ass like you has been living just across from me,” Adrian continued. “If I’d known how much you liked being jerked off to, I would have come over sooner.”

Faith could only pant in response. What did you say to something like that? Dirty talk had never been in her wheelhouse. She was just along for the ride.

“Do you think those couples you invite over for dinner can tell what a whore you are?” Adrian teased. “Do you think the husbands go home and jack off to you? Do you think the wives secretly hate you for being such a slut?”

Oh god, if any of her friends saw her like this, what would they think? No, she knew what they would think. It was exactly like Adrian had said. They’d think she was a slut. She strummed her clit hard at the thought.

“You want to know something else I can tell about you?” Adrian asked. He didn’t wait for her to answer. “I can tell you want my cock. Because there’s nothing a slut loves more than a big juicy cock.”

Faith moaned, her eyes glued to his crotch. How had she never realized how hot big dicks were? The very sight of it was a turn on. Going back to her husbands was going to be a…she had been about to think ‘disappointment’. Guilt began to crack through the sea of arousal she swam in. Dennis. She was betraying him. She was…

“Stay with me,” Adrian said, snapping his fingers.

Faith jumped, staring at Adrian, torn between her devotion to her husband and her need to please this new man who had **** his way into her life.

“Good," Adrian said, holding her attention. "Now work that pussy for me.”

Hesitantly, she did. Following such a dirty command rekindled her fires, shooting her libido up drastically. She was lost. She knew it. In too deep. The need inside of her wasn’t going to be quenched until she finished herself in front of that massive phallus. And she wasn’t far.

“I’ve told you what I see when I look at you,” Adrian drawled, still masturbating. “But now I want to hear you say it.”

“Say what?” Faith asked, finding her voice for the first time since her pants had come off. Finally speaking broke a seal. This was no longer something happening to her, this was something she was participating in.

“Say what you are,” Adrian prodded.

Faith shook her head. “I can’t,” she breathed. Meanwhile, her hand was hard at work between her legs. Little squelching noises came from beneath her panties. She was drenched, evidence that, however wrong what was happening was, some part of her was enjoying it immensely.

“You can,” Adrian said, voice understanding but firm. His hand was beginning to work more quickly on his penis, and his breathing was coming heavier. Despite herself, Faith wanted to see him finish. She wanted to know what it looked like when something that big spurted out its seed.

“I’m…I’m…” Faith’s breathing was labored. She’d slipped two fingers inside of herself and was using her thumb to work her clit. She was so close.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“I’m…I’m a slut.”

The words broke the dam. Having just degraded herself in front of a stranger, Faith came hard, clamping down on the fingers she’d stuck up inside of herself. Her hips bucked on the chair, riding her hand as she convulsed in pleasure.

She wasn’t alone. Adrian gave one final grunt and began to cum as well. Ropes of the stuff shot out from his tip to land on his stomach and the recliner. Faith drank in the sight, using it as fuel to cum even harder.

When they were done, Faith’s apartment was silent except for the pair’s well-satisfied panting.

Adrian stood up first, composing himself and pulling his sweatpants back up from around his ankles. Faith was still in a daze, covered in sweat and breathing hard. She hadn’t had such an explosive orgasm in…well, perhaps not since her honeymoon, if ever.

She pulled her hand out from her crotch, sticky with her depleted juices, and stared at it. She’d broken her wedding vows. She’d betrayed the love of her life. So what if she and Adrian hadn’t touched? If Dennis ever found out about what had happened here that day, he’d leave her, and the thought of that was a lead stone in her stomach.

Adrian stood next to her, producing a small slip of paper from his pocket. He handed it over to her, and Faith accepted it absentmindedly, numb with shock at her actions.

“I’m having some people over at a friend’s tomorrow,” he told her. “That’s the address and time. Be there.”

Faith looked down at the paper in her cum-coated hand. She never actually agreed to go, but she didn’t have to. Adrian had left the threat behind his words unsaid, that if she didn’t, he could tell anybody he wanted to about their dirty little secret.

Finished with her, Adrian left the living room, and Faith heard him shut the door behind himself as he left her apartment entirely. She looked over at the chair he had been sitting in. Specks of still-warm cum were splattered on the arm. She would need to clean that up before it was time to pick her kids up from school.