Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 27

She wasn't prepared. Well, mentally anyway. Even with the warning, the prospect of that big cock drilling deep into her ass scared her. She wasn't a stranger to anal sex. She allowed her husband that luxury on rare occasions, but it had been well over a year since it had occurred. And like her ability to take all of Randall in her throat, having him in her ass was apparently child's play. The stranger behind her that was popping that thick head past her anal ring was about to promote her to the big leagues, whether she wanted it or not.

He wasn't asking permission. Just like Brandi predicted, he was taking what he wanted. Still, she felt obligated to let him know she was willing.

"I'm clean, my King."

He smirked, loving that she'd figured a name out all on her own. He knew she would.

"Relax, precious. I'm not going to hurt you. I want you to enjoy this."

"Fuck that! Use me!"

"As you wish," he grinned wickedly. Grabbing her hips, he pushed her legs together with his knees, tightened her hole. Firing forward, her ripped into her with half his length.

She yelped, the pain searing deep into her body. It burned, like fire, and it was spreading as he continued to go deeper.

He spanked her ass, constantly, both cheeks. Going back and forth between them. She held in her reaction, burying the pain. For the first time in ages, she felt alive sexually. She'd become a dormant volcano, the hot lava beneath the surface constantly bubbling, building up pressure. Threatening to explode. Only to be released as harmless steam when she'd masturbate, never brought to that extreme boil that would release her true power. This man, her King, was deliberately uncorking the tension that had gathered inside her for... well, well too long. She hated to admit just how much she needed what he was doing to her.

The pounding continued. Both the cock plowing into her ass and the hand smacking it. Both burned in the most delicious ways, and she came. That was a first. She couldn't believe that it was possible to have an orgasm just from anal sex without some kind of stimulation to her clit. She wondered if it was from how her thighs were pressed tightly together, her pussy pushed out... that plump clitoris exposed and throbbing. More than likely it was the mammoth size of the prick exploring a part of her body that had never been touched before.

"Ooooooh myyyyy KIIINNNNGG!" she howled, her legs shaking.

His balls pulled up, ready to unleash another load. She felt him, knowing he was near.

"CUM IN MY PUSSY MY KING! CUM IN MY PUSSY!"

He pulled out and slammed into her other hole, never missing a beat. It was seamless. The emptiness she felt in her ass was replaced by the walls of her pussy being stretched again. The tightness of her legs pressed together made the entry rougher. That made her cum again instantly. Him too.

"UUUUUNNNNNNNHHHHHHHH!"

"YES MY KING! YEEESSSSS!"

When he pulled out, he got off the couch, his huge dick glistening as it swung between his legs. She flipped over and motioned for him to come to her. He straddled her head as she cleaned him off, savoring their combined taste. Licking his balls, she stroked his shaft, hopeful that their might be another round. Billy glanced at the clock on the wall, wondering the same thing himself, but knowing he couldn't. He still had yet to address the reason he was really there.

He shook his head, and she winked. Letting go reluctantly, she said, "I can't tempt you for more, eh?"

"You can tempt me. I have somewhere else to be soon."

"That sexy girlfriend of yours?"

He thought of Kalinda, no doubt pulling into Vegas at any moment. "Yes."

"I'll definitely thank her for letting me borrow you the next time I see her."

"I'll be sure to thank her tonight."

"I bet you will," she giggled.

She sat up and turned, centering herself. Stretching her arms across the back of her couch, she slowly spread her thighs, two thick loads of cum oozing from her abused hole. Snapping her fingers, Scott dropped to his knees and crawled to her across the huge room. When he arrived she grabbed him by his thick hair and pulled him into her, making him clean her out.

Billy got dressed as he watched, her eyes half closed as she marinated in the power and control she felt in that moment.

"I'm your King, am I?"

"Mmm hmmm," she moaned. "You're the man that turned me into a Queen of spades. At least, I think that's what Brandi called it."

"Yeah. That's right," he chuckled.

"Well then it's only fair the man that made that happen be my one true King."

"Not planning on letting others plant their flag in that pretty pussy of yours?"

"I think you know better. But you were the first. You get to claim it... any time you want it."

He felt bad that because of whatever misunderstanding had taken place, she thought he was someone he wasn't. He hoped what they shared wouldn't be ruined when she inevitably discovered he wasn't who she thought he was, even though it was pretty clear she got off on not knowing his name. Maybe that would make it okay in the long run. He didn't regret there would be no repeat. Serendipitous sex was often best when there was no chance of it becoming more.

He waited, allowing them to finish. He needed their full attention. Scott made her cum once he'd cleaned out her pussy. Then he sat back on his thighs, like a dutiful pet.

Gabriella opened her eyes, seeing her King. That's how she wanted to think of him. A powerful man with a magical black cock. He'd changed her life. Just like Brandi had from afar. She was grateful to both. And Billy knew that. It was that very juxtaposition that made what he was about to say so difficult. Which meant he needed to spare Gabriella those details.

"Precious, if you don't mind, I need to speak with Scott alone."

"Really?"

"I'll be with you in a minute. Don't get dressed."

"Mmm. Anything my King wishes."

She got up and sauntered away, making her sexy ass sway like a runway model. Closing the door behind her, Billy turned his eyes to Scott, who was visibly nervous. Somewhere in the back of his head he thought this might be the time he'd be introduced to sucking a real cock. Or worse. Brandi had threatened that very thing often. It was so prevalent in his brain that it didn't occur to him that the man standing in the center of the room was already dressed.

Billy sensed his fear. "Relax, Scott. I'm just here to talk to you."

"On behalf of Brandi, or Gina?"

"Christina," he said bluntly.

"Wait, Brandi's new friend?"

"Yes. Have a seat."

He got up and moved to his desk, hinding behind it. "I don't understand. How do you -"

"What I'm about to say, you are not to repeat to Gabriella. She'll find out on her own eventually. But she's basking in the glow of what just happened, and I do not want you to ruin that. Do you understand?"

"Not in the least. I assume you'll explain it to me?"

"I'll try. Pay attention."

"Okay."

"I'm not Gina's boyfriend."

"Wait! Are you serious!?" he freaked, realizing he was outed.

"Very. And I said relax. I already knew all about you being a cuckold."

"Who are you!?"

"A very fortunate private investigator. My name isn't important. Why I'm here is."

"And it wasn't to do what you just did to Gabby?"

"Fortune favors the bold. I just said I'm very fortunate. Do not tell her. And this conversation isn't being recorded. As far as you're concerned, it's off the record. I just need answers."

"Okay. So what's this about Brandi and Christina? Are they in trouble?"

"That's what I'm here to find out. Do you know of a woman named Rebecca Stanton?" Scott swallowed hard, his eyes darting around. Billy could see his reaction, and it wasn't good. "I'll take that as a yes."

"I've... heard of her."

"I don't have time for games, Scott."

"I only know she was a hotwife. One of Gerard's hotwives. Brandi told me she went with him to Las Vegas, and she disappeared on him."

"And?"

"She died. Of an overdose."

Taking a shot, he said, "Tell me about your involvement."

"Mine!?"

"Again, I don't have time, or frankly the patience right now. Brandi would have called you. What did you do?"

"I... I wired the money."

He tried not to act surprised, which was difficult because he was actually stunned at the revelation. He'd figured if Brandi was really in that motel room when Rebecca died, which was very likely, she would have panicked. She would have been looking for someone to help. But she couldn't turn to Gerard because he had been with her. Instead she would have called the one person on the planet she knew she could count on. One that loved her unconditionally.

"How much?" he asked.

"A hundred thousand."

"That's a lot of money."

"I'm aware."

"Who did you wire it to?"

"I don't know. I sent it to two different offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands. Fifty thousand each."

"Hush money?"

"More like make this problem go away money."

"Why did you do it?"

"I love her. And I know she... she cares for Gerard. She was trying to protect him. Is he in trouble again?"

"I'm only concerned about Christina. Is the money traceable?"

"If it were I wouldn't have done it. I'm good at my job."

"Even if it happens to be illegal."

"I'm not going to answer that, even if this is off the record."

"And you expect me to believe you don't know who you wired the money to."

"I wired it to an account. A bunch of numbers; not a name."

"Scott, I need a name."

"I... I don't have one. That's the truth. Look, Brandi called it plausible deniability. She called me because she needed help, and because we're legally married, I can't be called to testify against her."

Billy had a theory. It went all the way back to Brandi's youth in Georgia. Her formative years, and how she was eventually irreparably damaged by what she'd experienced at the hands of her father. He firmly believed the details he and Kalinda discovered in the two files they were sent revealed a plausible diagnosis. She'd become narcissistic. A manipulative, compulsive liar. And she'd done so out of necessity in order to survive. That she was also both a nymphomaniac and showed certainly sociopathic tendencies wasn't a surprise based on the trauma she'd endured for years.

Using that profile he and Kalinda put together on her, he was certain that Brandi had lied to him, saying it was Gerard who was in trouble in Las Vegas instead of herself. He was just as sure her instinct for self-preservation kicked in. With that in mind, he tried to carefully find a way to get whatever information he could get Scott to spill. And he was going to use his love for his common law wife against him. A woman Billy was convinced was not only evil, but had some kind of play in mind for Christina that involved more than just a hotwife exploring that lifestyle in an uninhibited city like Vegas.

"I'm not sure you thought that through very well, Scott. Wiring the money makes you an accomplice. But I'm not interested in turning you over to the authorities. Or Brandi. I know why she got involved. She was protecting her boss. I get that. I'm concerned...."

"About Christina. I get that."

"Yet there's nothing you know; no small detail that might help me figure out if they're in danger. Because they're together. But you already know that, don't you."

"Yes. Are they really in danger?"

"Maybe. This might just be another hotwife thing. It might be more. But it's not a chance we're willing to take."

"Let... let me call her."

"Sure. I never thought of that. I guess I should have just called Christina instead of flying up here. Scott, I'm not going to go into details about what I know. I don't have time. But you have to trust me... we can't call. And if she contacts you, this conversation never happened. This is off the record on both sides. If you burn me, I will implicate you and Brandi on covering up what happened to Rebecca. And that's what you did, didn't you."

"I told you, I only wired the money. The problem went away. You can draw your own conclusions."

"I just did. Look, I'm on a plane to Vegas tonight. I came here to find out what I can, man to man... and all appearances aside, you are her man. I'm concerned about Christina. You should be the same about Brandi. I will say at this point I only think they're having a good time. But, I'm sure Rebecca would have said the same thing at some point as well. I'm not willing to let this go sideways. I'm also not going to interfere with their fun and break their trust if I get there and find out everything is fine. That's why we aren't going to call them. Considering the way your relationship with Brandi works, and apparently now Gabriella as well, I would think you'd understand why ruining what they're doing for no reason might make her angry, and that raw ass I saw when you were eating Gabriella is gonna look a whole lot worse. I'm guessing you don't want that."

"No. Definitely not."

"Then no calls, and no tipping them off that I'm going to be doing a safety check on behalf of my client."

"Christina's husband."

"Right. Do we have an accord?"

He smirked at the phrasing, having heard that line in many of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. "We do."

"Good. One last time. You're sure you don't know anything else. Anything at all."

"Okay... she told me she knew a couple of guys from Las Vegas that could help her. Guys that had experience in that sort of thing."

"A couple of guys."

"Brothers. I'm pretty sure she said they were brothers."

"Please tell me you used your own money. And please tell me you didn't do it from here."

"Of course I did."

"Which one... or both?"

"My own money. And I did it from home. Why?"

"Did you use a personal account, or did you use one through the firm?"

"I created my own, in the Caymans. What is wrong?"

"Scott, I don't profess that I'm some kind of genius. I haven't been in this line of work that long. But I'm pretty good at playing connect the dots. You're an investment banker, and you opened an offshore account. Do you honestly think the feds aren't going to someday question that?"

"It's encrypted. I'm good."

"I hope so."

"Is there a reason for this inquisition?"

"Dots, Scott. Connect the dots. You sent two huge payments. You sent them to two men, brothers... that have experience making that kind of problem dissapear. To an account in a place known for laundering money. The law was investigating, and then, it just went away. Maybe she did die of a heroin overdose. She was definitely an addict. But most cops would be looking for the source of the heroin because it was laced with fentanyl. They wouldn't let that go, unless..."

"They were paid off to stop looking."

"Maybe. But if that happened, the cops involved would be in somebody's pockets. Two brothers, perhaps. I would imagine in a town like Las Vegas there are a few dirty cops. I know in Las Vegas there are a few men that are, shall we say, connected."

"The mob?"

"Two brothers... perhaps. Again, I'm connecting dots. Using a pencil with an eraser. But the picture's becoming a little clearer, isn't it?"

"Damn. Do you think? Really?"

"Have you ever asked yourself, if Rebecca really just overdosed, what would be the need for you to make payments to get someone to look the other way. Or at the very least, stop looking for where the laced drugs came from."

"No."

"Well, I have. That's why I'm going to Vegas. Remember, no word of this conversation. And nothing about what I just did with Gabriella. She'll figure out I'm not who she thought I was soon enough. Let her have that moment. It's still what she needed."

"You have my word. Will... will you be in touch."

"When I know something, yes. You have my word on that."

Billy let himself out. Gabriella was sitting in her chair, fingering herself, nearing an orgasm. Her feet were on the edge of her desk, her legs spread wide as she rammed three fingers into her pussy while pulling on a nipple. He pulled out his phone and took a couple pictures, then switched to video.

She noticed, but it didn't matter. She was lost in the moment.

"Cum for me, precious."

"Yes... my Kinnnggggggggg!" she cried out as she came.

He filmed until she calmed then she pulled out her own phone. "I know you said you have to leave, but can I get a personal photo of you?"

"Personal?" he laughed in his deep voice.

"Let me suck it. I want a selfie of me sucking my King's cock. Please?"

He obliged, pulling it out of his pants, including his huge hanging balls. She cooed, and then she took the head in her mouth. He quickly got hard for her, and he knew she was going hard and fast, hoping for a porn movie ending. He let her have it. Concentrating, he allowed himself to give in to the pleasure. He not only had incredible stamina, he also had amazing self control over his climaxes. In the right frame of mind, with the right woman, he could cum rather quickly. It wasn't something he did often, but this was one of those times.

Eventually his balls lifted, and he announced his orgasm. She pulled back and pumped harder on his shaft while opening her mouth and extending her tongue. He began spurting, thick ropes of hot cum landing all over her face. It seemed to happen in slow motion, lasting forever. And it made her feel used.

She licked her lips and then smiled for his camera. He'd been filming too. Then he took a couple of pictures before slipping his monster back into his pants. Moving back around her desk, he picked up one of her business cards off her desk, checking it.

"Is this your personal cell, precious?"

"Yes, my King," she said excitedly.

"And your email, I see."

"Yes."

"I'll find a way to send you your performance. You need to see how beautiful you are when you cum."

"God... damn. You are -"

"Leaving. I'll be in touch. When I do, I hope you still remember what we shared warmly."

"Of course I will. Why would you think I wouldn't?"

"Your perception might change. Just know that this meant as much to me as it did you. Take care, precious."

"You too, my King."

Billy was standing at the elevators, waiting for one of the cars to arrive. Zoey was looking at him with a wondrous grin. He could tell she was bursting with excitement, wanting to ask him a thousand questions, yet somehow she found a way to contain herself. He figured she'd rather get whatever details she needed from her friend.

He was on his phone on his Uber account, making arrangements for a ride to the airport. He was in this midst of sending in the request when one of the doors dinged and opened. He was still looking at the phone when someone walked past him from the car. He didn't want to get in, not wanting to lose the connection until he knew his request went through, so he put his foot in the way so the door couldn't close.

The man approached Zoey, and cleared his throat. "I'm here to see Gabriella."

"Sure. May I tell her who's here?"

"Ummm... she's expecting me. But, well, it's like this. She's not supposed to know my name."

"W... what?"

Billy smirked, the app telling him he was in the system. He stepped inside and pressed the button for the ground floor, fighting the urge to look at who he knew would be Gina's boyfriend. Whoever she was. And he, for that matter.

"It's a long story, and I really can't explain it. But she's definitely expecting me."

"But... if Gabby's expecting you, who the hell was -"

The door closed, and he was on the way down to the man floor. He felt like he'd escaped just in time. He half expected to be stopped at the main entrance of the building and detained. He didn't feel he was free and clear until he was inside his Uber, riding to the airport. It was only then that he could relax and move on in his mind.