2. Vincent
I was going to ruin Wendy.
There was no other way to go about it than this path I chose. I didn't even expect the plan to hatch the way it had, but I had to do right by her in my fucked up mind. This would be my last night with Wendy before I left her and our life for good.
Oh, Wendy. My vivacious, perfect Wendy. How could I taint her beautiful soul? Yet, my past was a monster that refused to stay buried. I didn't choose it, but it chose me—and now, it was choosing for us. I should have listened to Zachary when I got carried away when a fool owed us too much. It was a mistake I didn't view as one then. But I got too caught up, and my fucking ego and dick ruled the world for me back then, apparently. And now, everything was falling apart.
But there was one goal in my mind that I refused to dismiss: to keep Wendy safe.
Believe it or not, Zachary was never near the level of what I would do to close a deal. That was all me. Win at all costs, and never lose a bet. I was the shark who went in for the kill. Zachary was the person who devised the plan, but I was the one who always made sure it happened.
I had been preparing for this night. I just never knew when it would pan out. Of all times, it had to be when our best friends got married.
The clock tipped to 1 AM. Good.
I would officially leave after Zachary and Blair's wedding anniversary. There was no way I'd choose to abandon Wendy on their wedding date. I couldn't do that to them.
Dragging my feet to the spare room, a place we had never used, except sometimes when I found Wendy reading a book or working on a new menu for Blair's restaurant. Every inch of this place screamed Wendy. Her sweet, flowery scent lingered everywhere, even on my skin. Fuck, this was going to be torture. But I deserved to suffer. I pulled open the drawer of the black dresser that housed extra crap never touched except underneath the facade. It had become my hiding spot for the plan. I pushed aside the various papers, batteries, and random junk to reveal a red silk blindfold that would look fantastic against Wendy's sun-kissed skin.
I held it for a moment, taking in the softness of the silk, imagining it against Wendy's skin, her hitched breaths, and her curious eyes that I'd lovingly shrouded in darkness. A part of me wanted to burn the damn thing. A part of me cursed for even thinking this would be a reasonable idea. My gaze shifted to the matching ties made of the same red fabric. I had picked them out, especially for this night. She deserved the best, even in goodbye. I ran my fingers over their surface, my dick twitching as I imagined her delicate wrists bound by them—not to control, no. But to lead her into an experience she'd never forget. And then I reached for the black lacquered wood handle of the paddle with red trim. Red was Wendy's favorite color, and I intended to make every detail of this night make her believe I catered it for her. And then I would rip her heart out and leave it to rot.
Holding everything I needed in shaky hands, I left the spare room for the final time. I walked into our bedroom, where I found Wendy obediently on her knees, waiting for me on the floor in front of our bed naked. Her eyes dropped to the items in my hand, and I saw her chest freeze, and she didn't exhale for a few seconds. She listened like a good little pet, and I thought about how much we could have explored if tonight wasn't the end.
“Vincent.” Her voice trembled just a little. She blinked rapidly, no doubt trying to make sense of the items I carried—the blindfold, the ties, the paddle.
“You're not to speak unless I tell you to, understand?” I ordered, my voice cold, emotionless.
She swallowed hard, clearly taken aback, but nodded.
I closed the distance between us and crouched down to her level. My heart hammered in my chest as I reached and ran my fingertips over her smooth cheek. Her breath hitched, and her eyes flicked up to meet mine for a split second before they fell back to the floor. She had such trust in me, such faith. It tore me apart knowing I was about to shatter it all.
“You need to pick a safe word first. Otherwise, I won't touch and do all the things I have planned for you.” My voice softened at first, only to dip to a sinister level. I took in every inch of her nude form, from her sculpted legs to her pebbled nipples and her slender neck that connected her flawless body to the most gorgeous face I had ever seen. I wanted to run my calloused fingers along her velvet skin, but I had to practice patience.
“What are we going to do?” Wendy's gravelly voice pierced the room.
“Do not answer me with a question.” I slapped the mattress behind her head, causing her to flinch.
“Please, Vincent,” she whispered, her eyes glassing over. I wanted to tell and reassure her, but I couldn't afford the luxury of comfort.
“Final warning.” And I wasn't fucking kidding. I just didn't know what I would do.
She swallowed hard again, her olive skin glowing under the dim light. “Selfish,” she finally whispered. “My safe word is Selfish.”
“Good girl.” I took a moment to savor our closeness before leaning back and arranging the items on the bed. My thumb ran gently over her lower lip before crashing my mouth onto hers. I cupped her face, my fingers digging into her jaw, drinking in her shuddering breaths and the single warm tear trickling down her cheek. Her lips were soft, bruising easily under the pressure I exerted, but it was a taste I could not resist. Wendy had always been my sweet addiction, a craving I could never satiate. A soft whimper slipped from her, and it took every ounce of my willpower to pull away. “I bet you're a good little slut and wet for me.”
She didn't answer, only nodded ever so slightly, her cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink, making my cock press painfully against my zipper. She closed her eyes, her breathing shallow. In her submission, she was a goddess; I was the beast. Reaching for her thighs, I palmed a fistful of flesh in each hand, spreading her wider.
“Keep your eyes open and on me,” I said, dipping a single digit into her dripping warm cunt, hooking my finger, and watching her muffle a groan. Her eyes flew open, irises dilated as I brought my glistening finger to her lips. “Taste your pussy.” I shoved my finger coated in her juices into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, gagging Wendy. My cock jerked, weeping pre-cum, begging to be freed. She was so fucking hot like this. I needed to sink my dick into her, but not yet.
“Such a good little whore.” The words tasted bitter but freeing. I pulled my fingers from her mouth, smirking at her controlled protest. “Now we're going to play.” A dribble of saliva hung from her chin, and I licked it away, connecting our tongues for a split second before standing and taking her with me by a fistful of her hair in my hand.
She stumbled, her knees buckling under her before I steadied her with a harsh grip on her arm. The sudden move caused her to let out a startled whimper, her eyes imploring as they met mine. A surge of guilt pierced my heart, but I squashed it down. It was time for the blindfold, but before I secured it around her head, I had to say goodbye to those big, round, midnight-sky eyes for the last time.
“Look at me, Wendy,” I commanded, my voice steady even as my heart threatened to burst from my chest. “Feel what you do to me.”
She hesitated but did as I asked. Her eyes fluttered open, two orbs of pure onyx glimmering in the room's half-light. Slowly, Wendy gripped my aching erection through the thin fabric separating us and squeezed my length.
“You're my good little slut, aren't you? Keep doing that, and I'll do the rest.” I struggled to keep my voice steady as I reached for the red blindfold, taking in her eyes for one more second. “Close your eyes.” I watched her obey with a hint of fear edging her anticipation, and not for the first time tonight, regret sieged my heart, but there was no turning back now. I reached out and tied the blindfold over her eyes, ensuring it was snug but not too tight to cause discomfort. As I adjusted the knots and smoothed them over her forehead, she gave a soft sigh, almost in relief. Her lips parted slightly, and I leaned in, my mouth hovering close to hers. “Such a good pet.” I took a step back with the wrist ties in hand. “Turn around.”
She obeyed, and I guided Wendy with my hand on her lower back and the other cupping her round ass while dipping two fingers into her soaked pussy until she reached the left bedpost. Shit, this woman. More pre-cum soaked my boxers, and it took every ounce of restraint I had from abandoning the scene and fucking her to hell into the mattress.
“Hands above your head.” My tone had never been this lifeless. “Now,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper as I began to undress myself. “Stay very still.” Every article of clothing I peeled off except for my boxers, one stitch away from my raging hard-on breaking through.
I watched as she draped her toned arms over the top of the black wood bedpost, her taut muscles in her back trembling ever so slightly. I reached out, taking one wrist and then the other, securing them to the post with the silky ties. As I tightened the last knot, she sucked in a sharp breath, her slender body pulling against her restraints. My dick twitched in response, straining against the thin fabric. I pushed her against the post and tugged her hips from behind, bumping her into my cock, and I relished the friction. “Stay like that,” I ordered, leaving Wendy elongated. I trailed a lone finger down the center of her spine, triggering goosebumps as I reached for the paddle.
I took a step back, bending down to graze my tongue through her warm pussy, from her clit to her wet opening. She bit back a moan and pulled against the ties, all while the paddle dangled in my hand, keeping it at my side. Without warning, I stood, bringing the paddle down onto her bare ass, sending a wicked crack throughout the room. Wendy gasped, and her legs nearly buckled from the surprise, but I didn't help catch her. I waited for her to regain her balance and assume her bent position.
“Remember, if it gets too much, you have our safe word.”
A whimper escaped her mouth as I ran the taut leather of the paddle along the curve of her ass. It contrasted beautifully with the soft glow of her skin.
“A whore like you can handle this because you fucking love it,” I murmured, palming her ass where the paddle had struck seconds ago. The spot was warm to the touch, already blooming into a slight hue of pink. “You've never looked more beautiful.” My lips brushed her flushed cheeks as her chest heaved. My mouth watered at the sight of her pink, hard nipples, biting my lower lip instead of biting the tight buds.
“Please,” she begged, shifting uncomfortably under my hand, but that one word sent a rush of heat straight to my dick.
“So wet for me. You were born to be treated this way,” I breathed out, maintaining a steady rhythm on her swollen bud while grazing my teeth against her neck. “No one can make a good slut like you this wet. You know why?” I finger fucked her harder. “Because you belong to me.” The sweet scent of arousal filled the room—her arousal—and all the blood in my body rushed to my dick.
I pulled back suddenly, leaving Wendy gasping for more contact. A perverse sense of satisfaction washed over me as I heard her cry at the loss. Licking my lips with anticipation, I lifted the paddle once again.
The second strike came without warning, just like the first. Wendy's body jerked forward, and a strangled protest spilled over from her lips. But when I glanced down at her reddened ass and glistening pussy, there was no mistaking the pulse of pleasure that clenched around nothing.
“More,” she forced out breathlessly.
“I told you not to speak unless I say so,” I growled before delivering another sharp smack and then another, followed by four more with the paddle to her raised, hot pink flesh. The muffled groan she let out was music to my ears as I toyed with her swollen clit, sending jolts of ecstasy mixed with pain through her bound body. Wendy gasped, her back arching against the silk as she fought against a wave of sensations. I could see the strain in every line of her body, how she bit her lower lip to choke back the moans wanting to escape.
“That's it. Be my good girl,” I encouraged, my breath hitching in my throat at the sight of her before me. The power I felt...it was intoxicating. “Come for me.”
Wendy uttered a wild cry, ripping through the silence and confirming what I already knew—she had surrendered herself completely to me.
I wasn't sure whether regret or relief gripped my heart right then. But as I watched Wendy's lithe body convulse in pleasure, bound by silk ties and blindfolded by trust, one thing became crystal clear—leaving her would be the hardest decision I ever made. I kept my hand gripped to her pussy until she came down from her orgasm, her knees knocking, legs shaking. Her chest heaved, and she longed to lean her head against my chest, but I redirected her head to press against the bedpost. I stepped back, tossing the paddle to the corner of the room, hearing it thud across the floor.
Jerking Wendy's hips away from the bedpost as far as her tied arms would permit her, I snaked my body between hers and the post. I dropped to my knees, my mouth inches from her glistening cunt, slick with her juices. That first lick after she came was always the best, as the taste of her against my tongue hit me hard, as potent as the first time.
“So good,” I murmured against her, the sound vibrating against her sensitive folds. Her body clenched, and a soft whimper left her lips.
My fingers dug into the satin flesh of her hips, holding her in place as my mouth continued to devour and tease her. The faint, musky scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, racing through my veins like a drug. Wendy’s moans echoed around the room and into my heart. My mouth enclosed over her swollen clit as I sucked harder, her knees wobbling every time my tongue altered between her bud and dipped into her cunt.
“Please,” she gasped, fingers clutching tighter onto the silken ties restraining her. The word was strangled, desperate.
“Please, what? Use your words.” My tongue licked the juices leaking from her pussy, coating my tongue. “Tell me what you need me to do.”
“Stick your tongue in me. Please.” Wendy leaned forward until her head pressed against the bedpost, and another strangled moan left her mouth.
I obliged immediately, taking her command as a vindication of my power over her. My tongue slipped inside her, tasting the sweetness that was Wendy. Her body arched, her fingers slithering against the silken ties that bound her. My hands moved to her hips, gripping the tender flesh as I continued. With each lick, each plunge of my tongue inside her warm depths, Wendy reacted. Her body writhed in pleasure as she fought with the twisted restraints.
“Is this what you needed?” I questioned against her wet folds, my voice rumbling against her skin.
“Yes,” she gasped, chasing her breath. “Please don't stop.”
“Good girl,” I murmured against her slick folds before plunging my tongue back inside her. I felt her flinch at the contact; a half-gasp, half-moan noise left her lips, making me smirk against her.
My grip on her hips tightened as I continued driving my tongue deeper into her warmth, feeling every pulse, every throb that radiated from within her. Wendy’s body bucked above me in response to each swift stroke of my tongue. When Wendy's legs began to tremble, I knew she was on the edge.
I pulled back abruptly and stood up. “You're going to come. But not on my mouth.”
The room grew silent, save for the ragged breaths escaping Wendy's lips. I untied her wrists, letting her limp arms fall to her sides, and she slumped against my body, almost lifeless, but we weren't done. I steered her body onto the bed, bending her over the mattress, her bruised flesh exposed to the light and my eyes. Trailing featherlight fingers over the puckered flesh of my work, my heart tightened, knowing what would come next would be the finale, but I had to do this. I had to make her feel like I took what I wanted from her, only to leave her with nothing. Too many times, Wendy had told me that I was her world, and tonight, I would make her lose it.
I bent down until my lips were an inch from Wendy's dripping cunt again. “Look at how much you want this,” I murmured, my voice echoing through the hollow silence of the room. I let my hot breath fan over her aching flesh, a sadistic smile playing at the corners of my lips.
“But V...Vincent, I can't...” she stammered out, her voice barely more than a whisper. She tried to prop herself up on shaky arms but quickly failed, collapsing back onto the bed in exhaustion. “Please let me come,” she begged.
“You will,” I said sharply, pushing her face against the mattress. Insatiable and cruel, I spread her legs wide, dragging my boxers down until my pulsing cock sprung free, beads of pre-cum leaking from the tip. I placed my hands firmly on her hips, gripping them with bruising force as I bent down to taste her again. My tongue swiped across her drenched folds, landing on her engorged clit, my mouth enclosing over the bud.
“Ahh…no,” she moaned, arching her back to get away from the intense sensation. But it was too late; I had her where I wanted.
With each flick of my tongue, she shivered and gasped. When I bit down, she let out a shriek that echoed in the room. Her body tried to squirm away, but I kept her firmly in place. My fingers dug into her sides, branding their journey across her skin.
“Vincent... please...” she sobbed out, her voice hitching as another wave of pleasure coursed through her. She was begging but didn't seem to know whether it was for me to stop or continue.
“Tell me how much you need my cock in your tight cunt that belongs to me,” I urged her, my harsh command echoing in the room. My free hand slid into her hair, gripping it tightly as I pulled her head back. When her legs started to quake, I removed my mouth from her pussy, robbing her of another orgasm. I lined the tip of my dick up with her center, running the head up and down her slit.
“Say it,” I demanded, grinding myself against her, feeling her try to push back.
“I... I need you,” she cried out, the words raw and desperate on her lips as she bucked under me.
I thrust forward, driving into her in one brutal stroke. The wet heat of Wendy engulfed me, tearing a moan from my lips as I buried myself deep within her trembling walls. Her body tensed beneath me as she whimpered, grabbing at the sheets underneath her. But I was relentless as I thrust into her again and again. Each time elicited a gasp from Wendy that pierced the room. She was writhing now, pushing back against me with each thrust as she rambled between begging and cursing.
My grip on her waist tightened as I quickened the pace. Every smack of our bodies together echoed through the room like thunder. My hand found its place on her swollen clit again, rubbing it mercilessly. At the same time, my other snaked its way around her neck, collaring her flesh, and pulled Wendy from the bed until her slick back was pressed to my sweaty chest.
My lips grazed her ears as I rasped out, “Tell me you're my little cum slut. How you beg to make you come. Why do you do that?” Her hands clawed at mine around her neck, but she was too weak to break free, her body shaking from the onslaught of another climax about to hit her. “Go ahead, squeeze my dick. Use me. Fuck me until you come.”
Every movement pushed us closer to the end, and Wendy hadn't a clue. And the realization of what was about to happen sank its nasty venomous fangs deep into my heart. Her body tensed and shook; her screams filled the room. With cruel precision, I moved my fingers over her clit in a rhythm that matched my relentless thrusts.
“I'm your cum slut,” she moaned, reaching back to grab onto my neck as if hoping to ground herself as another wave crashed through her.
The room was filled with our grunts and groans, the slap of skin on skin, and Wendy's pleas for more. And when she came, her walls tightened around me in a torturing squeeze that almost had me coming with her. But I held back, prolonging the torment.
“Please...please...” she whimpered again, trying to break away from my punishing strokes, rubbing her pussy raw. But there was no escape. I was a man possessed by his need to claim and destroy.
“Do you want my cum all over your dirty mouth and pretty face?” I asked, applying just enough pressure to her neck until her face turned beet red, and she gasped for breath. Letting go, I spun her around, forcing Wendy to her knees by pushing down on her shoulders. She fell forward, and I didn't miss a beat, jamming my cock into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, hearing her gags fill the room.
Hunching over her, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and began to fuck her pretty mouth. The sight of her drool coating my length as her throat hummed around me was intoxicating.
“Yes... please,” she forced the words out through labored breaths, tears spilling down her cheeks through the blindfold.
“Are you going to be my good little slut and let me paint that face of yours?” I asked, gripping her hair tighter. Her hands clung onto my thighs as if they were the pillars steadying her from collapsing.
Wendy moaned as her lips tightened around my cock, the vibrations sending waves of electricity down my legs.
My hips moved in a brutal rhythm, pulling out just to slam back into her mouth. The sensation of her warm throat constricting around my length was absolutely exquisite. “Yes...good girl,” I hissed, as the pressure built at the base of my spine. I pushed deeper into her mouth one final time and let out a raw, guttural groan as my climax ripped through me.
I pulled out just in time as hot white ropes of my cum coated Wendy's sheathed eyes, her nose, forehead, her magenta, swollen lips. Everywhere. She was covered in me, some dripping from her chin. The sight of Wendy, utterly used and spent, was more beautiful than anything I had ever seen. Her chest heaving, struggling to catch her breaths, glistening with sweat, and my seed was the epitome of perfection in my eyes.
“Look at you,” I murmured, running a finger through the mess on her face, admiring my work. “So beautiful.” She gasped as I traced her lips with my cum-soaked finger, her tongue darting out to clean them. The taste of me on her lips made me shudder. When I removed the digit, I realized this was it. That was the last time I would ever touch her. I needed to leave before it was too late, and my heart betrayed me, triumphing over my mind's logic.
I bent to her level, staring into her covered eyes, wishing I could have one last look into those orbs I loved. But I refused. I had to go. For a second, I considered just leaving her here, on the floor, to really drive home to her just how much of a monster I was, but I couldn't. My hands enclosed around her slumped shoulders, guiding Wendy to her shaky feet. I eased her onto the white crumpled bedsheets, still blindfolded, and pushed Wendy until her back pressed against the gray padded headboard. I brought the white comforter up her body, tucking it under her arms, covering her breasts. With one final breath, I leaned forward and said, “You stay here. I'll be right back.” She nodded like the good little pet I had just trained.
It was the last thing I said to her, and it was a lie. I took one last glance at Wendy, resting peacefully, drenched in both our juices, and waiting for me to come back to take care of her. But she would never experience it.
I darted out of the room, grabbed my wallet, and threw on a black tracksuit and a charcoal gray baseball cap. I didn't bother taking my keys because I would never return here again. My heart pounded erratically against my chest as I sprinted to the front door. When I opened it, the harsh yellow light from the hallway nearly blinded me. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to leave her, fighting the urge to vomit just at the thought.
When I mustered the strength to put one foot over the threshold into the corridor, I knew I had done it. The last thing I did was to make sure the door closed silently behind me, ensuring it didn't click.
And then I was gone.