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So I leaned closer to the door, curious despite myself, and suddenly realized that it wasn’t closed. Oh no, our eager couple had left it slightly open, and slowly, I leaned forward inch by inch to peer into the crack. And that’s when I got the shock of my life. Because it was Jonah and Sarah, naked as the day they were born, going at it like rugrats. But it wasn’t the fact that they were having sex that knocked my socks off, that made me twitch like a startled rabbit. Oh no, I half-expected it with the way my boyfriend hadn’t stood up for me earlier, how he was a begging puppy in the other woman’s presence. It was the fact that they were engaged in some kind of weird dominatrix play, nothing so mundane as vanilla sex. And I gasped aloud as Sarah brought a flog down, making Jonah scream, his scrawny body laid out on the bed, a number of red whip marks already painful and oozing on his bare buttocks. Holy shit, he was bleeding, and Sarah chuckled evilly with each laugh, brandishing the flogger, waving it over her head like a cowboy’s lasso before going in for another smack.
And it got even weirder because Sarah, wearing nothing but shiny thigh-high black vinyl boots, was far from done, this was just the beginning in her sick bag of tricks.
“Get up,” she hissed, and Jonah, crying, sobbing pitifully, slowly picked himself up, his pale, flabby body trembling with a combination of lust, arousal, and pain. “On your knees,” she commanded, and slowly, my boyfriend knelt before her on the floor, his dick limp, pink and small, like a tiny little earthworm. Ugh, he was so unattractive and I was suddenly glad that I was seeing this. Because no way could I have sex with someone like Jonah, a bad personality and a bad body both, ungracious, unkind, with weird predilections to boot.
But Sarah showed me just how depraved they could be. Because instead of whipping him again, raising more welts on those tiny buttocks, she instead crouched above him and ground her naked pussy onto his face.
“Eat it!” she screamed. “Eat me hard!”
And fuck, but it was crazy because this wasn’t a sensuous slide, this wasn’t a delicate lick or even a tempting suck on her clit and labia. This was Sarah slamming her pussy onto Jonah’s face until he couldn’t breathe, eyes squeezed shut, tears trailing from the corners. And to add insult to injury, she flayed him with the crop as he tried his best, screaming, “Eat it you loser!” and “Fuck you, slave!” Jonah twitched when the crop hit his back or ass, but all he did was bury his face deeper up her snatch, mumbling something like, “Yes Mistress, yes, yes, yes,” as he cried, dick still limp, that tiny thing no bigger than a magic marker.
So I backed away from the door with slow steps, breathing hard, unsure what to think. On the one hand, I’d just caught my boyfriend cheating, that was true. He was clearly sucking another woman’s cunt, tasting the privates of another chick, so it was grounds for breaking up. But on the other hand, I dunno … I felt sorry for him. Because my tiny little man’s predilections ran to the extreme, and this was probably only the tip of the iceberg. He and Sarah probably had some weird mistress / slave relationship that went way beyond what I’d just witnessed, to all sorts of humiliation, pain play, breath play, things I couldn’t imagine, deep and dark. So I exhaled, steadying myself, and retreated further into the shadows, heart beating like a drum in my chest. What next? I wasn’t sure. Forcing myself to walk down the hallway, I made myself go slow, one foot in front of another. It was no big deal right? After all, it’s not like Jonah and I were close, that we were emotionally bonded or had even physically touched one another. I was a virgin still and for some reason I’d assumed he was too, but clearly not. In fact, I wasn’t even sure I knew him anymore. Jonah was someone else, with a past, a present, and a future that had nothing to do with me. And finally letting myself breathe, I relaxed a bit because this much was clear … my boyfriend had issues and I wanted nothing to do with them.
CHAPTER FOUR
Alison
I let myself back into the Martins’ apartment, quietly shutting the front door behind me. God, I had no idea when Jonah was going to be back but it wasn’t my business anymore. He had gone to a realm that didn’t include me and all I wanted to say was “go forth and prosper, do your thing” because with a sudden rightness, I knew that this fake girlfriend thing was over. So slowly, I tiptoed to the guest bedroom and let myself in, changing into booty shorts and a tiny tank top before climbing into the big bed.
