And she loved it. Fucking loved it!
So many times, guilt would get the best of her, and she would tell him it was over. She would go days, sometimes weeks, a couple of times even two or three, before she would break down, give in to her cravings, and go crawling back to him. Each time, he would make her pay for the audacity of even thinking she could do without him. He would come up with some humiliating way of reminding her just how much control he had over her. It would always be demeaning and always be risky. What a conceited, arrogant prick he’d become. Still, she knew he was right. She needed him. Each time, the punishment would be even worse than the last. Yet, it was a punishment she would eagerly pay, for the more he degraded her, the hotter it made her feel.
Sometimes he would send her home to Chris without allowing her to clean up, the sweat of their passion still strong upon her skin, his spunk soaking the crotch of her panties or dried upon her breasts. Sometimes, he would have her meet him in front of her house, where she would have to perform oral on him in her hovercar, just fifty feet from her front door, before going inside to the family with the taste of him still upon her tongue. It was always a control thing with him, pushing the envelope, pushing her.
It was never about love. There was never any time in the affair that she remotely felt anything resembling emotional affection of any kind for him. At this point in her life, there was only one man still alive that she had any feelings for, and he wasn’t on this planet. No, with Cutter, it was and would always be strictly about the sex. The kinkier and the wilder it was, the better it was. She was trying to fill the void of Tiger and the love he could never give her with the lewd adventures that Cutter offered. But as he became more of a thug, even the sex took a darker turn. It became more of a game for him. It seemed his biggest turn-on was seeing just how much he could corrupt a mother and the wife of another man. He led her spiraling down into an abyss of perversion and deviance.
Amid their passionate trysts, he would whisper of the most adventurous and erotic fantasies. He would tempt her with notions both forbidden and shocking, yet they poured off his tongue like warm syrup at a Christmas breakfast. At first, she would be horrified at the mere mention of such. But the seeds of suggestion would be planted. Before long, they found purchase in her fertile imagination. What was once unthinkable became like that song on the radio you hated the first time you heard it, but the more they played it, the more it grew on you. Soon it became your favorite of the month. She would then spend the next few weeks fantasizing about it, getting herself off while the kids were at school. She knew he was deliberately destroying every inhibition she had. He was breaking her down, crushing her resistance, turning her into a woman with no morals. He was making her his whore. Yet, she couldn’t help herself. She had become an addict. The more he enticed, the more she wanted.
Who knows where he would have eventually led her, had he not done what he’d done that fateful night just eighteen months ago? It was supposed to have been only him and her, but she’d arrived at his house to find several other men there. She never found out who they were. She only remembered them as looking intimidating, heavily tattooed, and with the same cold eyes Cutter now had. He called them “business associates” and introduced them as being from Luna and Mars.
There were three of them. One had a stocky build and shaved scalp, reminding her of a former pro wrestler. The other two were leaner. One had shaggy hair, which sprouted from underneath a knit watch cap. A permanent sneer etched across his long, angular face, he spoke with some sort of foreign accent. He reminded her of a serial killer. The third was extremely pale, almost an albino, obviously a long-time inhabitant of Luna, his corpse-like skin covered in tattoos of nude women. He had an alien-like vibe. The way the men looked at her made her feel uncomfortable from the time she got there, and after staying as long as she thought politeness and manners required, she tried to make several excuses for leaving.
Cutter wasn’t having it.
“What’s the rush?” She remembered him asking, his tone light at first. “We’re just having a good time with friends. Have another drink. Relax.”
Doing this went against everything her mom had taught her from the day she’d gotten her first period. Any girl that had any decency about her would never be the lone girl in a group of males where alcohol was present.
“They gotta name for women like that,” she’d told her daughter. “A name you never wanna be known by.” Suddenly, she felt shame at the thought of her mother. What would she think of her daughter now? Now that she’d drifted into an affair and became a gangster’s whore. Nausea filled her, and she fought to keep the vomit down as the wine turned rancid in her stomach. This wasn’t who she was, but she’d wound up here anyway. She had played a dangerous game and was now realizing just how much out of her league she was.
She’d become the very girl her mom had warned her about years ago.
She had no doubt where it was all heading. Cutter had
