It's impossible

“It’s hard to watch someone you love cheat on you, isn’t it?”

“Wha–?”

As Claire turned to the dark kitchen, Blake walked out of the shadows, holding a drink in his hand. She turned back to the couch, where Ashleigh was rubbing her well-oiled tits all over somebody’s body. Someone had stripped off her jeans and her ass hung over Sarah like a threat.

“It’s Ian, wearing my clothes,” Blake said as he stepped up next to Claire. “Getting the best sex of his life right now.” Claire looked back at him again, confused. “But that’s not the point, is it? You thought I was cheating on you.”

Claire’s mind refused to settle on an emotion: confused and anxious, she wanted to scream or cry, but nothing would come. She just stared wide-eyed at Blake.

“It hurts, doesn’t it? Knowing there’s nothing you can do but watch?”

Claire shook her head, horrified at what Blake was saying. “I don’t know what Ashleigh told you, but–”

Blake shook his head, slowly. “Think carefully about what you say to me next.”

Claire was about to lie her way out of trouble when the sound of moaning distracted her. Across the room, Ashleigh had slid down to Ian’s knees and wrapped her 36DD tits around his cock while Sarah licked greedily at Ashleigh cunt. From that angle, Claire thought with horror, her nose had to be halfway up Ashleigh’s ass, and as Ashleigh swayed she rubbed herself all over Sarah’s face. That bitch. That venomous bitch.

“When I was out with Ashleigh,” Claire started, knowing there was no way to hide it now, “I was drinking, way more than I should have been.”

Blake nodded silently, his expression giving away nothing.

“I made out with two guys. I shouldn’t have– I know I shouldn’t have. I was just drunk and lonely and– and–”

“Oh god oh god oh god oh– Sarah!” Ashleigh screamed like a banshee as she came, gushing all over Sarah’s face. “Holy shit, she’s a squirter,” someone– maybe Drew– yelled. Sarah was drenched in Ashleigh’s juices. Claire was amazed no one was taking pictures of her. Maybe that had been part of Blake’s plan, Blake’s rules in setting this all up.

When she looked back at him, Claire realized Blake hadn’t taken his eyes off of her. Even caught cheating, she couldn’t help herself. “And I should have told you, right away. I shouldn’t have let you find out from Ashleigh.”

Claire looked up to him for a reaction, but Blake was waiting to hear more. In their silence, the boys had started chanting for Ian to cum all over Sarah’s face. Even from another room, Claire could see her face was destroyed: Ashleigh’s juices mixed with mascara, spit and sweat.

Finally, Blake said, “You didn’t just make out with them, though, did you?”

“What?”

“I saw the video chats.”

Suddenly, the ground dropped out from under Claire. Blake knew it hadn’t just been a drunken make-out. Blake knew what had happened. “Look, I’m sorry– I’m sorry about all of it. I’m sorry about everything... But–”

Suddenly, her fear turned to rage. There were no secrets left to hide. And she realized that Blake had planned this entire party: invited people over, swapped clothes with Ian, convinced Sarah and Ashleigh to fuck Ian– although that was probably the easiest part– all to put her to shame, to put her mistakes on display.

“But what is this?” Claire said, pointing to the couch where Sarah was waiting anxiously for Ian’s cum, her tongue out like a dog as Ashleigh held her arms behind her back. “Why did you go through all this? Set all this up? Call all your friends to humiliate me? What do you want from me?”

Behind the anger, she could feel the tears finally starting to come. He knew what she was– he had put on a display to show her what she was– and she hated him because of it, but she also hated herself, and she didn’t know who she hated more.

“I want you to remember your place. I want you to know how much you mean to me, and what it means when you hurt me.” Beneath his aloof personality, Claire could hear the emotion in his words. Then, the tears finally came. She fell into his arms and he held her close, helping her release all that tension, all that anxiety.

He held her for what felt like hours before he said, “I want you to show me how much I mean to you.”

Claire knew exactly what he meant by that, and she didn’t like it.