Page 12 of Die For Me

I started to chuckle as I unclenched my fist, the mixture of her wet pussy and my seed inside of her making me horny all over again.

“I want to fuck you all night long, Mrs. Hana Maynor,” I started, gently kissing her shoulder. “But I need you to suck me clean first.”

Hana

I knew Jack was going to continue to edit the video and then send it to Michael. I didn’t want to be around for it, so I took the opportunity to nap. I wasn’t sure if it was being pregnant that was making me so exhausted, or if it was depression sinking in. Maybe it was both. Jack was being extra sweet and rubbed my shoulders before I fell asleep. His erection grew as he straddled my back, and I got wet at the thought of him getting aroused by just touching me. As “unconventional” as the start of our relationship was, I don’t think it would have been so easy if I wasn’t so sexually attracted to him. I knew how much he fawned over me, and knowing he went to such great lengths just for me to be “his” was…well, it was unsettling how arousing I found that. He knew all of this and he didn’t hide it. I didn’t even try to hide it anymore. I was, unequivocally, his forever. And he was mine.

So naturally, when he started to fuck me while I slept, that turned me on even more. I kept discovering new kinks. Would I have discovered all of this about myself if I were still with Michael? Would I have kept going back to Jack whenever we fought? Would Michael and I have lasted? Would I have been bored with our life in Chelsea, being a writer housewife that liked to be dominated? I never knew what to expect with Jack, and that was thrilling to me. Jack saw right through me the whole time; heknewme the whole time. But I couldn’t helpbut feel like I was destined for a life with Michael. I wanted the opportunity to make my own decisions, my own mistakes, but that was all taken away from me. Just like the decision to have this baby or not was taken away from me. If it was Jack’s, I had to keep it. If it was Michael’s, I didn’t get to keep it. What if I didn’t want to keep it either way?

After Jack and I fucked for two more rounds, he fell asleep holding onto me, his cum dripping out of every hole in my body. His phone kept going off in the distance, so I decided to sneak out of bed and go find it. I had no idea if he had a password or not—I never dared to go through his phone. And I knew there were cameras in the living room and apparently in other places I didn’t know about, but a wife being curious about her husband’s phone going off multiple times didn’t seem like a weird reason for me to seek it out. The buzzing was more prominent in the kitchen, and I found his phone lying on the counter when I poked my head around the corner from the hallway. I immediately recognized the number—it was Emily. I stared at the phone in confusion—why was she calling Jack? Why wasn’t she calling me? I decided to answer. I was too curious not to.

“Emily?” I answered, almost in a whisper.

“Hana?” Emily replied, her tone worried on the other end.

“Why are you calling Jack?” I asked immediately; I don’t know why, but I almost felt jealous.

Emily sighed. “I don’t know what the fuck gets through to you on your phone. You never answer my calls. So when Michael called me, bawling and angrily threatening violence against you and Jack because of some fucking sex tape, I felt like I needed to confrontoneof you,” she explained, exasperated.

Threatening violence against Jackandme? A lump formed in my throat. “What?”

There was silence for a moment. “Did you not fucking know that Jack sent Michael a video of you guys having sex?” Her irritation was clear in her voice.

“I…I didn’t approve,obviously, Emily.” I tried to pick my words carefully.

“Obviously you don’t get to approve a lot of things going on in your new life,” she snapped back.

Why was she so angry at me?

“What’s going on?” Jack’s tense words came from behind me.

I pulled the phone down from my ear and turned around.

“It’s Emily. She was calling you. I was curious, so I answered it. Here.” I handed him his phone and angrily walked off.

I was angry and hurt for so many reasons. My cousin, my best friend, who I thought was still sort of on my side, was now being so cold to me. Did Michael really think that I would purposefully do something like that to him? Did Jack make it seem like I did? Of course Michael would believe that. He believed I really had left him. So why wouldn’t I do something like this too? He must have thought I really lost it.

“Leave us the fuck alone, Emily!” Jack shouted then angrily stormed down the hallway toward our room where I sat on the bed with my knees to my chest.

Jack appeared at the doorway, his eyes wild with rage.

“What the fuck did she say to you? What did you say to her?”

I was already bawling. “All she said was that she was calling you because Michael called her, fucking angry and crying and saying he wanted to hurt you,” I explained.

I left out the part about him wanting to hurt me; Jack wouldn’t let that slide. And I knew Michael was just hurt and angry and didn’t mean it.

Jack’s face suddenly went from angry to blank to…happy? He grinned widely and started to laugh.

“So he saw it.” He nodded as he sat down on the bed next to me.

I looked over at him, bewildered. Of course that was his response. That’s what he wanted in the first place—to hurt Michael.

“Why do you care so much about how he feels? Why keep taunting him when you clearly won this battle?”

I was genuinely curious; why did he have to bring Michael into this? Because he knew it would hurt me too?

Jack’s smile faded. “I want him to hurt as much as I did when I lost you. I was fucking desperate, Hana. Iamdesperate.” His voice was barely audible.

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