Rules 24 - Risking It All

Sage took a deep breath as she swirled her hands in the warm water of her bath. Admittedly, she was grateful to be home. Staying at David's house for the week had been less than ideal, to say the least. While David did offer entertainment in the bedroom, beyond that, there wasn't much substance to the man. In fact, seeing him lying in his underwear watching sports for hours nearly brought her to the point of ending things. The only thing that kept her going was Jeremy.

Well, perhaps it was more than that. Or at the very least, more than she wanted to admit.

She leaned back in the tub and closed her eyes, pondering what she had become, and why she enjoyed torturing her loving husband so much. None of it was normal, that much Sage had to admit. But the reality was that neither stopped the game, so it continued.

If she could stomach having David around, that is.

While Sage enjoyed the man for his enthusiastic participation, the idea of having to spend any more time with him was almost unbearable. David was, in every sense of the phrase, a slob. Despite his ability to sell and fuck, his personality was nothing less than deplorable.

It was a personality Sage enjoyed in doses. Very small, very infrequent doses. Playing house was making David's flaws visible, and Sage had hoped that after their week together, David would have wanted some space.

But the opposite was happening, he wanted more.

And Sage needed room to breathe. She slunk into the water, doing her best to tune out David's rustling and grumbling in the master bedroom.

"Hey!" David shouted. Sage heard his suitcase slam onto the floor, but she didn't answer. Like clockwork, David lumbered toward the bathroom. She sighed as his head popped through the entryway.

"Did you not fucking hear me?" He asked. Sage scooped a handful of water from the bath and raised it in the air, letting it slowly trickle out of her hand.

"I heard you," She said flatly.

"Then why didn't you fucking answer?" He asked.

"Because we're not currently in a session," Sage snapped back. David's brow furrowed.

"Careful, if you keep that bratty shit up..."

"You'll tell Jeremy everything, I've heard that one before," Sage replied dully. "And I told you I was more than happy to do this for Jeremy, as long as you understand I am not your maid or wife." David scoffed and stepped into the bathroom, running his fingers through his disheveled beard. Sage grimaced.

"You really need to shave," Sage said. David's fingers froze, looking at Sage in surprise.

"What, you don't like the beard?" He asked.

"Is that a serious question?" Sage replied. David grumbled something she couldn't hear in response. "So how long are you planning on staying over here?"

"As long as a fucking want," David replied. Sage laughed softly, she wasn't sure what she expected to hear. She splashed water on her shoulders and took a deep breath. So this was it, if she let him, David would keep encroaching into her life. The man was an insatiable oaf, and so long as he had blackmail over her head, it would continue to be this way.

Sage couldn't have that.

"I'm not going to be cooking for you, you know," Sage said flatly. Like clockwork, David's chest puffed up.

"Looks like I need to remind you of how this thing wor--"

"David..." Sage interjected, "Can we skip the song and dance for today? I'm tired, I just got home, and I want to relax."

David stared, dumbfounded. The two had played power games before, but this was the first time Sage had, for lack of a better term, broken character. Of course, they also hadn't spent more than a few hours with each other before this week. Their fights had always lived in the clouds, alongside the fantastical nature of their relationship. But the sheen was beginning to wear off, at least for Sage. She could only maintain playful banter for so long.

"I guess I'll uh... allow it..." David said.

"David, give it a rest, just for today, alright?" Sage spoke softly. David fumbled over his words for a moment before continuing.

"Well alright, I guess... I guess I could tone it down..."

"Fantastic." Sage closed her eyes and let out a long and deep sigh. The room went quiet for a moment, she could sense David still hovering over her.

"Am I doing something wrong?" He asked. Sage slowly opened her eyes and looked at David curiously.

"I never would have thought you capable of asking that question," She said.

"I don't know it's just... well I mean, you're supposed to like it when I... I take control so..."

"Slow down and use your words. You're a salesman after all," Sage said. She saw David's face go beet red.

"Fuck you."

"Not the words I would open with as a salesman, but I'll follow your lead," Sage replied cooly.

"Jesus fucking Christ, I know how to speak, alright? It's just that yesterday, well, I thought it was pretty fucking clear that I was supposed to be calling the shots, that your cuck husband--"

"Jeremy," Sage interjected.

"Yeah, Jeremy. I know his fucking name. But he's also a fucking cuck, you fucked him on my lap., remember?"

"So kinky," Sage said shortly. "He seemed to like it, don't you think? Although I can't quite figure out what you got out of that exchange. Maybe you like watching me get fucked just as much as him?"

"It's because you're fucking mine!" David barked. Sage no longer found him intimidating, however. Not after a week of hearing his burbs, listening to his rants, and hearing him snore. Still, there was something about David's behavior that piqued Sage's interest.

"What do you mean when you say 'you're mine?'" Sage asked.

"What the fuck do you mean what do I mean? It's pretty fucking obvious."

"No, it isn't." Sage slowly stood up from the tub. Water trickled off her body, and David's eyes immediately began trailing along her body. She smiled, already knowing he was going to lose this little exchange. Sage walked over to the large double sink vanity and took a towel from the linen basket beneath it. She turned from David, giving him a full view of her backside as she gently dried herself off.

"I'll ask again, what do you mean you own me?"

"What I mean is I fucking own you, and I get to have you whenever I want," David said.

"But you don't own me, not really. You do know that, right?" Sage asked. David hesitated, opening and closing his mouth several times before speaking.

"I actually fucking do, because I can fucking tell Jeremy about every little thing we--"

"You could, but that doesn't mean you own me. In fact, if you did, which I know you won't, I would stop seeing you. You'd destroy my marriage, and you'd lose me. So what is it, really?"

David's cheeks blushed. He looked like a nervous child on the playground.

"I don't know I... I thought this is what you wanted I..."

"Relax," Sage said, wrapping the towel around her chest. She walked past David and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It was just a question."

Sage walked into the master bedroom and grabbed her silk robe from the bed. David trailed behind her, something he had begun doing more recently.

"You know what it really is?" David said.

"Oh, do tell." Sage sat on the bed, crossing her legs as she ran her index finger down her robe, exposing her cleavage for David. If they were going to have this conversation, she wanted to ensure she had the upper hand.

"It's the fact that Jeremy is too weak to have you. He really is. Who the fuck would let anyone else fuck you?"

"Isn't that exactly what you do as well?" Sage asked.

"You know damn well that moving forward no one gets to fuck you without my permission."

Sage tilted her head and smiled. She didn't find David's possessiveness particularly attractive. It was disappointing to see that he was like any other man. They all wanted her, in their own way. As much as David put on a strong front, his recent attempts at gaining control painted a desperate picture.

"Of course, how could I forget. So moving forward that's what you want? Me all to yourself?" Sage asked.

"Unless I say otherwise, yes."

"And is that also why you decided to live at my house?" Sage inquired. David scoffed.

"No, I did that because your little cuck husband doesn't have a fucking backbone. He caved as soon as he got a chance to fuck you. Now, I want to make sure that... what? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No no, it's nothing, please, go on," Sage smirked, leaning back on the bed to get more comfortable. David paused for a moment before clearing his throat.

"R-right. Yeah well, like I was saying... that cuck needs to know his place. He needs... am I saying something fucking stupid?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well it's just, your fucking looking at me like this is a fucking joke or..."

"I promise, I'm just listening. Please, go on," Sage said. Curious, it wasn't like David to care this much. He let out a short breath and shook his head.

"Fuck... I swear to god you two are the most dysfunctional fucking couple I've ever met."

"Careful," Sage said flatly. David grimaced.

"It's not like you don't think it, I'm just saying it out loud. Your husband is fucking living at my house, like what the fuck? And you let it happen! You know what I think?"

"What?" Sage asked dully.

"I think that deep down, you want him over there. I think you wanted me to take his place for a long time. Which is exactly what is going to happen." David stood wide, seemingly proud of his statement. Sage stared, dumbfounded. She prayed that David was simply playing the role of a bull, that he didn't actually want to live here long-term.

"Uh-huh... So what exactly are you suggesting?" She asked.

"He's going to live there, permanently. Because that's where he belongs. He can only come over when I say he can, and he will only come over to watch me fuck you."

Sage involuntarily laughed, nearly snorting as she watched David's face turn bright red.

"Are you actually being serious?" She asked, doing her best to position the question as playful banter.

"I'm dead fucking serious," David said back sternly.

Shit. It didn't seem like he was joking. Sage continued to laugh, shaking her head as she looked away from David.

"Yeah... I don't know about that," Sage said flatly.

"Like you get to have a say," David shot back. "Remember, as much as you might not like it, you ARE mine. And if you want to keep your little marriage, you will do exactly as I say."

"Are you really this lonely David?" Sage asked. David's face went stone cold, she knew the words had cut deep.

"You know what? Fuck this, take off your clothes," David commanded. Sage looked with amusement. It was disappointing to see David go for the same stick when he was cornered, but she would oblige for now.

"What do you say?" She asked. David's brow furrowed.

"... Please?" He replied.

"Well it's an improvement," Sage said blandly. "Fine, but only if we get Jeremy involved."

"Of course he's going to be fucking involved. But I want you to tell him we've been fucking non-stop since we got here."

"Why do you insist on this every time?"

"Because it's... just fucking tell him!"

There it was again, a hint at something deeper. The wheels began to turn in Sage's mind as she stood and slowly undid her sash. It fell to the floor and her eyes trailed down to David's large member.

"Go to the fucking window and call Jeremy," David commanded. Sage did as she was told, walking past David over to the large bedroom windows that faced his house. She grabbed her phone from an end table, and promptly called Jeremy. After one ring, he answered.

"H-hey!" He said.

"Hey," She replied gently. He sounded tired. Even if he wouldn't admit it, Sage was certain Jeremy was just as fatigued as she was with this session.

"Tell him to look out the window," David said. Sage rolled her eyes.

"Come to the back windows and look up at our bedroom," Sage said. She saw the blinds in David's living room open, revealing Jeremy on the other side. He appeared disheveled, and Sage couldn't blame him. The man had been teased for over a week now, she wondered when he might begin to break. He gave her a mocking salute. Sage laughed softly.

"How are you holding up?" She asked.

"Tell him I've been fucking you," David hissed, Sage turned and glared in annoyance. David promptly backed down.

"I'm doing alright, it's kind of weird being here alone..."

"But kind of hot?" Sage asked. As flirtatious as the question was, her real concern was whether or not Jeremy was actually enjoying himself. As much as she found pleasure in his torment, even she was beginning to wonder when this would end. She heard Jeremy laugh uncomfortably.

"Kind of... yeah."

Sage smiled. "We didn't change the sheets, my juices are still there from the countless times David fucked me."

"Fuck, I miss you so fucking much," Jeremy replied weakly. Sage smiled.

"He's about to fuck me again. Right here, in our bedroom. You're supposed to watch," Sage said.

Sage felt David push her against the window pane, she let out a gasp as the cold glass flattened her breasts. She looked down at Jeremy, who still held the phone to his ear, eyes transfixed on Sage as David's hands groped her.

"You're going to watch him take me, ok?" Sage said.

"Ok," Jeremy replied. David grabbed the phone from Sage's hand and threw it onto the bed.

"That's enough of that fucking shit, arch your fucking back."

Sage did as she was told, arching her back as she felt David's hands wrap around her waist. She kept her attention on Jeremy as David pushed his throbbing cock against her entrance and entered inside her. The two gazed at one another as David began thrusting aggressively. Sage let out a short breath as she felt David push her against the window, grabbing onto a handful of her hair as he slammed into her without remorse. Slaps of flesh filled the room, followed by Sage's soft moans.

"Fuck you feel so fucking good! Is he still watching?!" David asked.

"Y-yes," Sage answered. David grabbed onto her arms and pulled her upward. Sage kept her gaze fixed on Jeremy as he began touching the bulge in his pants.

"I'm going to make you fucking mine," David said, plunging his cock fully into Sage. He kept himself inside her, grinding his pelvis against her ass before pulling her away from the window and throwing her onto the bed. David reached for the phone and pushed it against Sage's ear. "Tell him you're addicted to my cock!"

Sage glanced up at David, parting her lips as a smile formed on her face. He so desperately wanted control. And while she admired that about her bull, Sage couldn't allow him to continue on this way. It wasn't sustainable, especially if he was serious about living in her house.

That couldn't happen.

"Tell him!" David barked. Sage adjusted herself under him, spreading her legs as he began to mount her. Then, reluctantly, Sage obeyed.

"He's making me addicted to his cock. He's fucking me on our bed right now," Sage could hear Jeremy fumbling on the other side of the line. He didn't reply. Sage examined David for a moment, watching as he threw her leg over his shoulder and lined his cock with her pussy. He was transfixed, just like Jeremy. They were both under her spell.

And all she needed to do was tip things back in her favor. Even if it meant risking it all.

Sage let out a soft moan as David rubbed the tip of his shaft against her clit. Then, while staring David in the eyes, she spoke into the phone.

"Can I tell you a secret?" She asked.

"Y-yes..." Jeremy replied.

"I've been a bad girl," Sage said. David slowly pushed himself inside her, spreading her wide as he squeezed one of her giant breasts firmly. Sage's legs shivered in response.

"I know," Jeremy answered.

David slowly pushed the rest of his length into her. Sage's body was flooded with pleasure. She arched her back and grabbed onto David's forearm as he began to slowly fuck her.

This was it, this was her moment. She had the chance to take all of the power away from David.

"No, you don't. This isn't the first time David has fucked me in our room," Sage said. David paused mid-thrust, eyes wide in shock.

"What the fuck are you doing?" David hissed. Sage dug her nails into David's skin and smiled.

"Do you remember the night Theo fucked me?" Sage asked. Jeremy was silent on the other side of the line. Her heart raced, knowing full well this gambit could blow up in her face.

"I-I do," Jeremy said nervously. "Was... was he there?"

"He orchestrated the whole thing. He took me without you even knowing. Behind your back, without your permission, he fucked me without remorse and you had no idea."

David stared in complete shock.

Jeremy didn't speak right away, the pause felt like an eternity.

"W-why... why did you do it?"

"Because I knew you'd like to hear about it later," Sage said quickly.

"What are you doing?!" David mouthed silently. Sage ignored him. She wasn't sure if her gambit would work. But she was tired of being under David's control, tired of pampering him like an adult child, and equally tired of keeping Jeremy in the dark. This was her moment to turn things around. All she needed to do was get Jeremy to accept the truth and enjoy it.

"I don't... I don't know how I feel about that," Jeremy replied. Sage felt her heart sink at those words.

Fuck.

She took a deep breath.

"That's kind of the point, isn't it? To be completely out of control, to know that these men are taking me, even when you're not aware?" Sage felt like she was grasping at straws. Was this really the right way to reveal this to Jeremy? She wasn't sure, but she was too far in now.

David pulled away from Sage, sliding off the bed as he ran his fingers through his hair nervously.

"Yeah, I guess," Jeremy said softly.

"And now, David is going to do it again. He's going to fuck me in our bed as many times as he wants, and you're going to watch. Right?"

"Right," Jeremy replied shortly.

Sage felt her cheeks redden. Jeremy didn't seem to be biting, had she done something wrong? No, this was the right move. Jeremy had to know, and he also needed to know it all meant nothing, that it was just a game.

"How many times?' Jeremy asked. Sage adjusted herself on the bed.

"What?" Sage asked.

"How many times has he fucked you behind my back?"

"Only the one time, you know of all the rest... for now," Sage tried to spin the situation into something fun, but the silence from the other side of the line was deafening.

"I think... I think I'm going to go. You two have fun," Jeremy said. Sage sat upright in her bed.

"Wait, Jeremy, it didn't mean anything I--"

"I'll call you back... I just need a minute..."

"Do you... do you want me to come over?" Sage asked.

"Take some videos and send them once you're done, ok?"

"Ok... I love you," Sage said softly.

Silence followed. Dead, cold silence. Perhaps it had only been a few seconds, but eternity can lie in seconds.

"Yeah, I know. Send the videos, ok?"

The phone call ended. Sage sat on the bed dumbfounded. She looked at David, who stared at her in utter disbelief.

"What in the ever-loving fuck were you thinking?" He asked. It was a good question, one Sage didn't necessarily have the answer to. She took a deep breath and fixed her hair.

"I was tired of you dangling threats over my head," Sage said shortly. "Now, you can't."

"You just fucking blew up your marriage, you know that right?"

"Jeremy will come around, it was all in good fun."

"Except it wasn't, you fucking cheated. Cuck or not, that's got to be a low blow for him," David countered, beginning to stroke his throbbing cock. Sage looked down in disgust.

"Are you fucking getting off on this?" Sage asked.

"You are such a little dysfunctional slut it is insane..." David said, stepping toward the bedside. Sage grimaced, sliding off the bed as soon as David hit the sheets.

"You're disgusting," She said flatly. David grabbed onto her arm, pulling her back onto the bed.

"And you fucking love it," David shot back, he pulled Sage underneath him, slapping his fat cock against her pussy before lining it back up with her entrance.

"You really think I want to fuck you right now?"

"You really think you have a choice?" David asked, rubbing the tip of his cock against her entrance. The same tantalizing sickness that defined their relationship swept over Sage. Her legs quivered, and in shame, she let David continue.

"You don't have anything on me anymore, Jeremy knows the whole story," Sage said flatly.

"You really think any of that actually mattered?"

"You can't tell me what to do anymore," Sage shot back. David responded by shoving two of his fingers deep in her pussy. Sage's back arched as she let out a soft moan.

"You can leave at any point. But you and I both know you don't want to." David's fingers went to work, pushing against her G spot with eager thrusts. Sage let out an involuntary moan as she tensed in pleasure.

A guilty pleasure she couldn't turn from.

"Say you're a little slut," David commanded. Sage bit her lip, writhing under David as his fingers pushed deep inside.

"Get... get the fucking camera," Sage said shortly. David slid his fingers out of Sage and stuck them into her mouth. Sage sucked on them while David reached for the phone resting on the bed behind her. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth as he pointed the camera in her face.

"Tell him how much of a slut you are," David commanded.

What was she doing?

"I'm... I'm a little slut Jeremy," Sage said.

Why didn't she want to stop?

"Uh-huh. That's right cuck. Your fucking wife isn't just swinging, she is a fucking cheater. She likes fucking men behind your back." David pointed the camera down at Sage's pussy. His fat cock teased at her entrance, splitting her wide as he shoved himself back inside her.

Sage's mind was on fire, riding the guilty waves of pleasure as David plowed into her mercilessly.

"Say you're a fucking cheater!" He shouted.

"I'm... I'm a cheater," She had no idea if this was what Jeremy wanted to hear, or if there would be a Jeremy on the other side of this. David's pace quickened, pummeling Sage's pussy without remorse. She took it, she deserved it. She wanted David to punish her, she wanted David to ravage her for what she did. It was her penance.

"Not enough, say you like fucking cheating on your husband!" David shouted.

"I... I liKgu--" Sage felt David's hand squeeze her throat tightly, his cock bottoming out with thrusts more forceful than she had ever felt. She could feel him slamming against her cervix. Pain mixed with pleasure, Sage felt herself coming closer to climax.

"Didn't catch that bitch, say it!"

Sage struggled against the force of David's grip, but she didn't stop him.

"I... I like cheating on Jeremy," She took a deep, gasping breath of air as David released his grip around her neck, grabbing onto Sage's hips as he leaned forward and plowed himself into her. Sweat formed on his brow, Sage moaned as David became increasingly forceful.

David flipped Sage over onto her stomach, slapping her ass hard enough to make her scream before shoving his cock back inside her.

"I'm going to make you my little cheating slut." David whispered into her ear. He brought the phone forward, shoving it into Sage's face. "You hear that cuck? Your precious little wife isn't going to be the same once I'm through with her."

He stopped the video, throwing the phone onto the bed before shoving Sage's face down with his hand. He plowed into her with angry thrusts, Sage's ass bounced against him. She bit down on the blankets, closing her eyes tightly as she felt an intense orgasm overtake her body.

She shook underneath David. Quivering as he continued to pound her into the bed.

"You just destroyed your marriage Sage, and now I'm going to have you all to myself!" David grabbed Sage's hips and slammed his weight down on top of her. She felt the wind leave her chest as he began to groan. He came inside her, the tip of his cock smashed against the entrance of her womb, pouring his seed inside her.

A haze of shame and pleasure washed over Sage. Uncertain if she had finally won, or had made things worse than before.