Home alone with a troublemaker.

You and Aubrey had agreed to alternate weeks for the meetings. She didn't want to saddle you with everything and you certainly didn't want to do the same with her. Still, you felt bad that she had to stay home with Jake. You weren't worried about them, but you knew she didn't particularly like this arrangement.

Surprisingly, when you were around, he kept to himself. He often seemed meek and reserved around you. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case with Aubrey. This was the first day she was alone at the house with him and his misogyny was in full ****.

He came out of his room and sat down in the den. He flipped on the TV and reclined in what would usually be your spot. Aubrey came in to check on the noise and huffed when she saw him. She almost left when he called out to her. "Hey, bitch, make me something to eat and get me a drink."

She was stunned by his language! How dare he talk to her like that! In her home, nonetheless! "Excuse me? You're not getting anything from me, especially talking like that."

"Oh please, you women are all the same. You talk a big game, but when it comes down to it, you just want a strong man to put you in your place. Seems like your bitch boy of a husband isn't training you right," he scoffed, continuing to go through the TV channels.

"You're on thin ice, you know? All it takes is one bad report to get you back in jail. I would love nothing more than to be the one to put you there again," Aubrey set her hands on her hips as she stared him down. She was extremely close to just slapping him.

"Not gonna happen," he sighed and stood up.

Aubrey recoiled a bit as he moved towards her. Before she knew it, she was backed up against the wall. "You're going to do what I say when I say it, got it? Wouldn't want anything to happen to your hubby, would you?" He brought his hand to her neck. "Or anything to happen to you."

She gasped as his grip tightened around her throat. She hoped the officer would be early just this once, but she still had a few hours to go. "Please... Stop." Aubrey begged, her eyes filling with fear.

"I think I'm going to make some changes around here. Gotta make sure the woman of the house knows her place." He crashed his lips against hers, eliciting a scream and a that from her. He held her in place and pressed his body against the helpless wife. "You're going to treat me like an honored guest. You'll cook for me, clean for me, and, hell, even service me whenever I want. As long as you do that, we won't have a problem. It'll just be till I'm out of here. That doesn't sound too bad, does it?"

"You're... fucking insane," she choked out. He had a very tight grip on her and she knew it was pointless to fight back.

"And you're a cheating whore. You already stole one woman's husband; what's the matter with serving another man?" He sneered, knowing he'd hit a nerve. She was extremely self-conscious about how your relationship had started. She knew what people thought about her and he was using it against her. "You're going to start by apologizing. Then, you'll thank me for training you to be a good housewife. You have a lot to learn, slut, but I'll teach you plenty."

She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but at the first sign of her hesitance, his hands tightened around her throat. "S-sorry!"

"Master. You'll call me 'master' from now on. Got it, slut?" He slapped her face with his free hand, earning a squeaky yelp from her.

"Yes master! Sorry, master!" She replied hurriedly.

"And don't think about telling that bitch of a cop anything. I'll know. Even in prison, I have my ways of fucking up your lives. Now, get on your knees. I deserve an appropriate apology."

"It's just until he's gone," she told herself. She could do this. She'd protect you and the life the two of you had built. He let go of her thrust and Aubrey slowly sank to her knees.

"There you go. That's a much better place for you." Jake pulled out his cock and slapped Aubrey's face with it. She recoiled as he laughed at her humiliation. "A proper slut thanks her master for his cock."

She grit her teeth, but obliged. "Thank you, master, for your cock."

"I don't believe you. I want you to worship it. You're going to have to get very familiar with it, after all. Praise my cock, you dumb bimbo." He slapped her face with it again before tangling his hands in her hair.

She wanted to bite it off, but she steeled herself. With an audible sigh, she began: "thank you, master, for your magnificent cock. Your slut isn't worthy of it." Aubrey kissed the base of his cock before running her tongue along it.

"More, bitch. Tell me how much better it is than your cuck of a husband's." He commanded, tightening his grip. Aubrey hated him. She hated this. She was ready to **** this man, but she knew his type. He had contingencies. If something happened to him...

She put on her best flattery and continued, "it's so much bigger and better! My husband doesn't even compare to you, master. I love your yummy cock. I—"

He shoved his cock into her mouth, laughing as he began to fuck her face. "Atta girl. We'll get you trained like a proper slut. You'll learn to love my cock." She was repulsed by his words; "that'll never happen!" Still, she didn't have much recourse right now as his hips slapped against her face, his cock reaching the back of her throat.