“Dirk, I’m not having sex with your wife. Sober up, and for god’s sake, feed her. She looks anorexic.” Carter seemed to think that was the end of the discussion, but Winston upped the stakes.
“Do you know how I first came upon you, Shelby?” Winston mused, confusing the hell out of me but gaining Carter’s full attention. “I could tell you a story, but that wouldn’t be as interesting as if I told Father about his golden boy, now would it?” I vaguely understood that I was the threat, but I didn’t understand how. Yet Carter capitulated almost immediately.
“Fuck you, Dirk,” Carter snapped at my gleeful husband.
“No, that’s what I want you to do with Shelby. Her pussy is pretty torn up, but she likes it up the ass, don’t you, darling?” I still hadn’t looked, but an ache suffused my entire pelvic region, making me worry he’d done real damage that I’d need a doctor for.
“What the hell did you do, you deviant?” Carter asked as he came to check me out on the bed. When disgust crossed his features, I tried to move away, but Winston clicking his tongue froze me in place. When Carter gestured for me to spread my legs, I closed my eyes and slowly opened them, not daring to look when he started swearing. “You need help, Dirk. And you need to keep Milo away from her. She’s not one of your whores that’s used to being roughed up.”
I opened my eyes as I shut my knees together tightly, catching Winston’s shrug. “She’s well on her way to one, which is your fault. You should have kept your dick away from her.” He gestured for Carter to get on with it and picked up his phone, no doubt relaying something or other to Milo.
“Go clean up. I’m not touching you with all of...that on you.”
As I realized he meant the commingled cum from Winston and Milo, tears pooled in my eyes. He didn’t have to be such an asshole. I hurried as quickly as I could, the stiffness and ache between my thighs more than I’d thought at first. The numbness was rapidly dissipating, and I was afraid of how badly I’d hurt when it completely wore off. The shower was quick and to the point. There wasn’t too much pink in the water when I used the showerhead to rinse between my legs, but the gape was big enough to easily fit several fingers inside. Handling the tender flesh as carefully as I could, I washed until it was as clean as it was going to get, not that it helped close the hole up any, and I worried that my vagina wouldn't ever go back to normal. No wonder Carter had been disgusted.
With shame riding me hard, I dried off and did my best not to limp to the bed that had been stripped of the coverlet now piled in a heap by the door. Carter stood at the foot of the bed, fully clothed, with a bottle of lube in his hand.
“Make sure she gets off, Carter,” Winston commanded before he threw a microphone-shaped vibrator onto the bed.
With a sigh, Carter pointed to where he wanted me, and then, to my horror, made me take the same position Winston favored. I didn’t know if it was on purpose or not, but it still ate at my heart. I heard the jangle of his belt, then his zipper, before a ripping noise met my ears. I chanced to see what he was doing, and the sight of him rolling a condom over his length made mortification burn through me again. He thinks I’m dirty. Hell, I probably was dirty, but not in that sense, at least I hoped not. As far as I knew, the only people that touched me only touched each other, so it shouldn’t have an issue…
Thoughts fled from my mind as my cheeks were spread and cold liquid hit my ass to run down my taint and onto my throbbing pussy. But I was more stuck on the fact that Carter was going to fuck my ass. At the first push against my hole, I couldn’t stop the tears that escaped into the sheets. He didn’t make any sound other than the rasp of his thrusts in and out until he switched the toy on and reached around to get it into place, making me wince at the discomfort. When Winston came to me with the mirror and a line, I almost thanked him, grateful to get any distance from the trainwreck I was starring in.
“I don’t want that shit around me,” Carter barked, roughly shoving into me, making his balls slap my sore nether lips.
“Fuck you, Carter,” I gasped in pain, then took what was offered. “This is your fucking fault.” He stuttered to a stop and mumbled something I only caught part of, but the rest was lost to Winston’s cackling laugh.
“I couldn’t have planned this shit better. At least she hates both of us.” Winston went back to his chair to enjoy the show.
It took longer than I’d hoped, and I was covered in sweat by the time it happened, but when my orgasm hit, I cried out and clenched around Carter for all I was worth. The reaction might have been a bit over the top, but in my addled mind, it was fitting to punish Winston after he loaned me out. Let the bastard think that Carter did it better. He’d beat my ass at the drop of a hat or fuck it until I couldn’t walk, so what did it matter?
Carter couldn’t hold out though, coming with a grunt as he dropped the vibrator to buzz against my knee. I didn’t bother to move as I heard him pull his pants up and leave. When the door shut behind him, I finally reached to shut it off and glared at Winston. He didn’t say anything, so I turned my back on him, and surprisingly, he left too.
* * *
It was New Year’s Eve, and I lay in Dirk's bed where he'd demanded I go after cleaning the mess he and Milo had left on my body. He sure delighted in making me filthy, but he couldn't stand it after the fact. Since the Carter incident, when he was done with his debauchery, Dirk wanted his wife to sleep with him, where he could hold on tightly enough to smother me.
That night, my curiosity got the better of me. Maybe it was the drugs that still coursed through my system, or maybe I just didn't care at all anymore, but whatever the reason, I blurted out my suspicions.
"Why aren't you and Milo together? Why did you marry me when you're in love with him?"
His chest stiffened under my head, and I tensed right along with him, thinking maybe I'd regret asking until he finally answered. "There are just some things that aren't done in this family, and that's one of them."
I would have laughed at the hypocrisy, but really, it wasn't all that funny, considering what was allowed.
"Did you ever love me?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Why would you think I don't love you? I've wanted you since the minute I laid eyes on you. Milo did too. He was the one that found you, the one that found out Carter wanted you." His answer surprised me; I couldn't believe he was still so delusional.
"This isn't love, Dirk," I dared to retort, but he continued on speaking and took up running his hand down my hair in a soothing rhythm.
"It is for me, darling. I can't always have what I want, but I can have you. Carter has everything else—my place, my father's respect... He even tried to keep you from me. I hoped that the three of us could be happy once my father was gone and Carter was out of my life. Just me, you, and Milo, but you had to go and betray me with my enemy."
"That's not fair. I didn't even know you!" I protested, unable to follow that process. He didn't make a lick of sense.
"It doesn't matter. You're mine now." He acted like I hadn't even spoken.
"Why are you like this? Can't you just be the man I met? Surely you weren't always so hateful?" I didn't know where the courage came from to demand the answers or why he didn't blow up at me, but so far, I was getting away with it.