The Bet Pt. 03

The car ride home from the spa was awkward to say the least. Dan made one or two half-hearted attempts to engage his wife in conversation, but Claire didn't bite. She was still angry at Dan, for one. He had been misleading her this entire time, letting her believe that he had cut off his friendship with Zane like she asked.

But more importantly, Claire's brain was roiling and buzzing with conflicted emotions right now. She simply didn't have the bandwidth for light conversation. She laid her head against the cool car window and closed her eyes, trying to calm her whirling thoughts and feelings. She needed to take stock.

Claire hated Zane. For the past few weeks, he had been a constant thorn in her side, getting under her skin with his arrogance, pushy demeanor, and crass tastes. She had also just watched him have sex. And not just any sex: filthy, red-hot fucking that, as annoying as it was to admit, proved at least some of what Zane claimed about his own dominant nature.

Seeing Zane have sex had turned Claire on. There was no getting around that: she had even orgasmed touching herself while she watched. Rather than trying to deny that, the more important thing was to think about what that arousal meant. Claire furrowed her brow as she probed her feelings carefully. Did she find Zane attractive? Claire was relieved to find that the answer was a firm "no". Zane's squat, hairy little body was still repelling to her.

So what exactly had turned her on?

She knew the answer, although she didn't like it. The dominance had made her horny. The power that Zane held over Leah. The way that Leah had shown her distaste for Zane, but still wasn't able to help herself from submitting to his animal lust.

Calire's eyes opened and flicked over to Dan, who was driving the car in silence with a troubled look on his face. She had molded her husband into a passive, and yes, submissive, partner in bed. Zane had awakened a need for something more inside her. A thirst for powerful masculinity that Claire didn't know she had. That is what made her so turned on watching Zane have sex with Leah.

Claire let out a long sigh. Dan looked over, but she still wasn't prepared to engage him right now and ignored him. So... she had a submissive side she never knew existed. That was annoying in many ways, but it was also a relief. It meant that this wasn't actually about Zane at all. Right now, Dan couldn't scratch that itch... but she had shaped him once, hadn't she? She could reshape him again. Claire would simply have to work with Dan to figure out a system. One where she could opt in to submissive sexual encounters when she felt the urge to be dominated. She was sure it would take him some practice to get the hang of it, but they had all the time in the world.

As for the idea that she would see her dominant fix from Zane... the idea remained laughable. As if he was the only man on the planet with a big dick and a pushy attitude! If Claire was willing to cheat on her husband (which obviously she wasn't), she could go out to any nightclub in the city and find a man just as obnoxious as Zane and ten times better looking in five minutes.

She conceded the fact that Zane might be good at sex. Leah had certainly seemed to think so. But Claire would never in a million years allow Zane to touch her. For many reasons. She was married. It was unprofessional. He was gross.

But most importantly, above all other considerations, was this: Her pride wouldn't allow it. She had decided long ago that Zane was beneath her, and nothing in heaven or earth would make her bend down to his level.

By the time they got home, Claire felt better enough that she allowed Dan to rub her feet while they watched some TV. Things were already beginning to make sense to her again now that she had straightened out her thoughts.

...

Zane parked in front of Claire's office and looked at himself in the rearview. No matter how well he did with women, no matter how much money he made, he still felt that tiny sting of self-loathing when he looked at himself. A feeling that perfect hotties like Dan and his smokeshow of a wife would never understand.

Zane didn't waste much time with self-reflection normally, but he knew why he acted the way he did. Maybe on the inside, he was still the despised fat-ass all alone on prom night, or some maudlin crap like that. He had left behind self-pity and tears long ago. Ever since college, he had worn his repulsive looks like a badge of honor, proudly saying to the world, "Yeah, I do look like shit. And I can still get any woman I want, so what does that say about you?" He had taken his physical flaws and made them just another part of his mental strength.

Today would be an important step forward in his latest conquest. Claire was the kind of woman who had never submitted to anyone. There was a certain type of attractive woman who could pick her way through life, surrounding themselves with fawning men, avoiding dominant males entirely, and calling themselves powerful and strong from the inevitable contrast.

Zane had no doubt that Claire was coming up with complex reasons why peeping on him having sex didn't matter or didn't count somehow. Arrogant women like her were very talented at self-deception. That was why Zane was going to make Claire build a trophy case to house the panties his conquests had gifted him. It was something that Claire would never do on her own. When she finally gave in and agreed, it would be impossible for her to weasel out of the truth: she was doing it because he said so. Perfect proof, even for a self-absorbed woman like Claire, that she had submitted to his will.

But it wasn't going to be a walk in the park. After watching Zane thoroughly dominate another woman, Claire would be flustered and on the back foot. But she was stubborn, and probably more suspicious of Zane than ever. He was going to have to come at this with everything he had.

But Zane wasn't intimidated as he hopped out of his luxury SUV and strolled into the office. He was exhilarated. This is what he lived for: his revenge on all the perfect, pretty people who looked down on him. He would be the one looking down on Claire soon enough, as she used that clever little tongue to serve his cock.

Claire was going to design a fucking trophy case for him, and by the time it was finished, the classy, demure panties Zane was sure she wore would be taking the place of honor in his collection.

...

Claire was a little frustrated with herself. She felt nervous and awkward about her meeting with Zane, but there was no reason for that feeling. She had seen him naked, but the essential terms of their relationship hadn't changed in the slightest. He was still beneath her, and she was still going to prove that while taking his money.

But, no matter how much she repeated that to herself, she still felt a strange twist of anxiety in her belly when she saw Zane again for the first time since the spa. She could see him arrive at the reception desk through her office door, laughing and chatting with Perlah (who seemed a little too flirty, come to think of it. Maybe Claire should have a word with her). Just the sight of his face made red-hot memories jolt through her mind. Zane, kneeling behind Leah to aggressively eat her out from behind... Pinning the cheating wife's soft, bottom-heavy body to the massage table with his thick cock.

Just as those disturbing, arousing memories flooded her mind. Zane turned, seeing her through the door. His face split into his infuriating grin and he gave her a little wave, turning to walk toward her.

Desperately trying to stop herself from thinking about the size and shape of her least favorite client's cock, Claire rose to greet him. The meeting had begun.

Zane held out his hand to shake, but it immediately reminded Claire of how he had used that same hand to grip Leah's braid, using it like a handle as he fucked her mouth. She ignored the hand and gestured for him to sit, doing her best to clamp down on her imagination. This had been exactly what she was afraid of... Her purpose in peeping on Zane having sex in the first place was to gain a mental edge by seeing how pathetic he truly was. That had backfired. The fact that Zane had actually performed impressively was making it difficult to maintain the cool, dismissive attitude she had always tried to take with him.

If Zane was offended by her refusal to shake hands, he didn't show it. He leaned back comfortably in the chair on the other side of Claire's desk and rested his hands on his gut with a contented expression. "Good to see you, Claire Bear! It feels like forever since we've last checked in with this project!" he said jovially. "Although I guess you did see me this weekend for other reasons, didn't you?"

Claire blushed as a spike of adrenaline shot through her. Had Zane noticed that she was watching? She opened her mouth to make an excuse, then caught herself. He meant in the pedicure room. "Um... well. Yes. I suppose I did," she said haltingly, looking anywhere but Zane's piggy eyes, which were twinkling with some secret amusement. This meeting had barely begun, and it already felt like things were twisting out of her grasp. How did Zane have such a talent for flustering her? "Anyway," she said, a decisive tone creeping back into her voice. "Let's get to business." She forced herself to meet Zane's gaze, her eyes hard. She would push through this awkwardness with sheer force of will if she had to.

"Agreed," said Zane with a smirk. "I want to discuss the panty presentation case that you'll be designing for me."

He said it with such straightforward confidence that Claire was momentarily confused. "Excuse me?" she said, not even outraged, just genuinely thinking there must be a misunderstanding. "Mr. Kruger, we already discussed this. I said that..."

"Call me Zane," said the repellent man, cutting Claire off sharply. His face was still relaxed and smiling, but his eyes suddenly glittered with a hint of steel that took Claire aback.

"What?" she asked, off balance once again in an instant.

"I call you by your first name," said Zane smoothly, his voice calm and unthreatening. "It seems like it would be polite to reciprocate."

Claire bit the inside of her cheek to keep a sour look off her face. Refusing to use his first name had been a deliberate attempt to snub him. But now that he had brought it up directly, she couldn't continue without looking petty. "Fine," she said flatly, feeling a little outmaneuvered, even if it was for something insignificant, "Zane, I already told you that I would have no part in designing the juvenile little showcase you have planned."

Zane held up a finger. "No, Claire. We said we would table the discussion. Now I want to discuss it again. I'm afraid that I must insist. You will make me a trophy case to display the favors from women I have slept with. I won't take 'no' for an answer."

Claire just stared at him, stunned. Zane had heard a straightforward refusal, but he didn't seem shaken or deterred in the least. He had simply pushed through her refusal with his usual infuriating confidence, completely unbothered. It was one of the most stunningly arrogant reactions she had ever seen, and she worked with the rich and famous. His ugly face, with its bulging eyes and scruffy stubble, had an expression of certainty that made her want to slap him.... But she also couldn't help but wonder: was this the same sort of attitude that had gotten him into the pants of women out of his league? Women a thousand times more attractive than him? Smart, confident, independent women? Married women?

This pushy, arrogant attitude had to be effective to some extent if he was that successful, right? More images flashed through Claire's head... Leah calling Zane "Daddy" in a whimpering voice, The sight of Zane's initials tattooed on a married woman's ass, Leah faltering on her refusal to let Zane impregnate her just before he came. Claire fought to keep the filthy memories out of her head before the blush she felt forming became obvious.

"Well, I'm sorry, Zane. But whether you like the answer or not, no is no," she said, wincing internally at how defensive she sounded. Focus, idiot! Don't let him throw you!

"If money is the issue, I'd be happy to..." began Zane with a condescending smirk.

"It isn't a question of money!" The very idea was annoying to Claire. Zane must think he could buy anyone he wanted. But it wouldn't work on her.

"I'd like you to explain your refusal then," said Zane sharply, still not thrown off in the slightest by Claire's firm "no". "I've seen your work before. I even have a few acquaintances whom you've designed for in the past. They tell me that you occasionally refuse certain design choices, but refusing to design a specific element when given free rein on how it would look and incorporate it into the room? That's unheard of for you."

So Zane had been talking to her other clients? Claire leaned back in her chair, staring at him with her lips drawn into a thin line of disapproval. As much as she hated to admit it, he did have a point, in a twisted, backward way. It was unusual for her to refuse outright to design an element of a room. But these were special circumstances after all.

"It's simple," said Claire challengingly, not backing down from Zane's confident gaze. "I don't design obscene furniture. It doesn't fit my brand."

"Yet you designed a room for me with the specific brief of fitting my personality, and I'm an obscene man. My sexuality is a big part of who I am. Why can't my room reflect that?' His words were cool, cutting, and targeted. Claire caught a flash of ruthless cunning that lurked beneath Zane's normal bombastic attitude. It was... oddly a little intimidating.

"Your request is misogynistic. I won't even entertain it," snapped Claire. Shit. I sound flustered. Every time she tried to shut Zane down, images of his monstrous cock would flash before her eyes. But her job was easy here. She just needed to keep saying 'no' until he gave up. Nothing could be simpler... even if Lilah's moans seemed to be echoing in her ears.

Zane looked genuinely surprised. "What? Misogynistic? Claire... I didn't steal these panties. They were gifts. Tokens of affection from women who willingly became mine. Symbols of their submission. Their willing submission. Ask any one of them, and they'll say they have no problem with me showing off their gift. I guarantee it."

Now Claire knew that she was blushing. What Zane was saying had to be bullshit. He may have tricked women into sex. Or bullied them. Or paid them. But so many women just... giving in like that? The word that he said... submission. It sent a shudder of horror down Claire's spine, and sent a flicker of heat through her core. That was what the trophy case represented: Zane's inexplicable sexual success and the humiliating defeat of the women he had bedded. Why would any attractive, independent woman put themselves beneath a creep like Zane?

And not just one, enough to fill a trophy case. Zane's eyes bored into hers, unshaken by her refusal, infuriatingly confident that she would say yes in the end. Was this the secret? Force of will and patience and a big, throbbing cock? Was that all it took to bring a proud woman to her knees, literally and metaphorically? What would it feel like to give in? To let him have his way? Maybe those other women would tell her how pleasurable it was. But no... she couldn't. Not even on small things like this.

"Even so," she said, her mouth suddenly feeling dry, "The answer is 'no'."

"For no reason?" asked Zane, raising an eyebrow.

"For personal reasons."

This response, to Claire's discomfort, made Zane chuckle darkly. "Well... there we have it at last. It has to do with your feelings about me personally. Well, that's no problem then."

He leaned forward, and suddenly his entire energy seemed to change, becoming forceful. Intrusive. Claire had to stop herself from scooting back from him on her rolling chair. This wasn't the tubby, crass clown she was used to. This was suddenly the sharp-eyed, masculine beast she had spied on while he fucked Leah into submission.

"That means all I have to do is change your mind," the look in his eyes told Claire that he didn't think that would be difficult. He looked like a wolf closing in on its prey. Claire opened her mouth, but no words came out. She felt like a deer in the headlights.

"And I will," said Zane in a low voice. "You're going to do as I say eventually, Claire. So why make this harder than it has to be? Say 'yes'. I promise you, you'll be happy you did."

Claire breathed heavily, caught in a torrent of emotion. Anger at Zane's presumption. Disgust with herself for not shutting him down right away. But most of all... a sense of twisted curiosity. What would it feel like to give in? To... submit. It wasn't something that Claire had ever considered until recently. But seeing the effect Zane had on others made her wonder.

The idea was taboo... kinky even, in a strange way. For a woman who had always prided herself on her control and power, giving in to a man's desires just because he said so was forbidden in a way that made Claire's heart beat faster. True, this was just one minor thing... it would barely count as submission at all. But even getting a taste of what it was like to bend to the will of a powerful man sent a twist of strange arousal through Claire's belly that she couldn't quite squash.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe bending a little and letting someone else win for once would even be relaxing. She felt totally under Zane's power in that heated moment, his eyes locked with hers, the memory of his thick cock sinking into Leah flashing before Claire's eyes. The way her pussy stretched to take his monstrous cock... the slutty moans that tore from the married mother's throat... the way she had held Zane, pulling him closer to kiss him deeply and intimately.

Claire opened her mouth, to her own shock, she realized that she was about to say yes. It felt like she was under Zane's overwhelming power. Yes was the easiest option now. The one that would be the most satisfying.

Then Claire saw the ghost of a smirk on Zane's lips, and she remembered the downside of doing what he asked. She would have to deal with his insufferable smugness. She would never allow this little creep to celebrate his victory over her. She screwed up all of her willpower and changed her answer on the way to her lips.

"I think about it," she croaked. Even that was a compromise that left a bitter taste in her mouth, but it was satisfying to see the sudden expression of shock on Zane's face as he realized that Claire hadn't quite given in completely, like he wanted.

"Listen," said Zane with a frown, "I thought we agreed that..."

"I have another meeting coming up, Mr. Kruger," said Claire flatly, carefully avoiding Zane's eyes so that he couldn't use his force of personality to change her mind. "I told you that I would think about it. And that's more than you deserve. Goodbye."

For a long, tense moment, Zane sat unmoving in the chair. Claire didn't look up to see his expression, but finally, he stood. "Fine. I'm a patient man, Claire Bear. But let's not drag this out longer than we have to. At our next meeting, you're going to tell me 'yes'."

He left, leaving Claire alone in her office. She let out a long sigh and put her head in her hands. What the fuck was that? Why had it been so hard to say 'no' to him? And why had she gotten a little aroused just by the idea of giving in to him? She had managed to avoid agreeing to his ridiculous request, but only just barely. Somehow, his force of personality was a lot more effective than Claire ever could have guessed. She needed to be more careful around him...

And more importantly, she needed to stop picturing him naked every time he spoke.

...

Zane sat behind the wheel of his SUV, gripping it tightly in his hands. He took a long breath in, his grip tightening until his knuckles were white, then let it out in one explosive burst, releasing his anger with it.

Claire was a hard nut to crack. Maybe the hardest he had ever worked on. She was proud, smart, and stubborn. Zane had used every trick in the book, logic, subtle insults, and sheer force of will, and he had still failed to get her to agree. It had been a long time since a woman he wanted hadn't just fallen into his lap. True, he had moved her from a "no" to a "maybe", but that was hardly a win compared to what he had done with other women in the past.

A frustrated erection tented up the front of Zane's pants as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He wanted to fuck Claire more than ever now that she was playing hard to get like this. And he would, he was positive. Soon that smug, perfect bitch would be begging for his dick. He just needed to apply a little more pressure.

The first order of business was dealing with Dan. The little spa trip, even though Zane had turned it into an opportunity, had been proof that Dan had grown some balls and was trying to work against him behind the scenes. If Dan somehow found a way to genuinely relieve Claire's tension, it could actually throw a wrench in Zane's plans.

Zane knew that, as pleasant a guy as old Danny Boy could be, he wasn't the type of man who could handle a woman like Claire. But Zane needed Claire to see that as well. Zane suspected that Claire was already feeling new appetites for domination and realizing that Dan couldn't satisfy them. Zane needed to deepen that gap between Claire's desires and Dan's abilities. Once Claire realized that Dan could never give her what her instincts craved, Zane's job would get a lot easier.

But how best to let Dan's inadequacy shine?

The answer was simple. All that Zane had to do was let Dan dig his own grave. If Zane sent Dan a free gift subscription to his porn website, there was no doubt at all in his mind that a cuck-in-the-making like Dan would spend every free moment jerking himself raw thinking about what Zane might do to his wife. Which would leave him drained and limp in bed, unable to satisfy his wife. Leaving her hornier and hornier by the day, ready to submit to her new master.

Time to draft a little email, informing Dan of his generous gift...

...

The email came in as Dan was processing permits at work. Just another buzzing from his phone that he paid no attention to. But when he checked the notification a few minutes later, suddenly it was all he could think about, and focusing on his work became impossible.

The email was brief and blunt.

Hey bud,

Since you seemed so curious about Leah the other day, I thought I would let you see the whole dirty business for yourself. I paid for a subscription to Freaks in the Sheets for you, so go nuts. You can find Leah's whole story under her name.

User name: CuckyD

Password: thankuZane

Dan spent the rest of the afternoon in a haze, making multiple mistakes on his work, staring into space, and generally having a terrible time. Obviously he wasn't actually going to use the gifted subscription. It was some sort of trick... or at very least a barely-veiled taunt about what Zane planned to do with his wife. About an hour after he received the email, Dan deleted it, feeling like he had won a victory.

But it still ate away at him, and he knew that, thanks to the taunting nature of the username and password, they were now seared into his brain. He would be able to remember them if he tried, so deleting the email had been a hollow gesture.

All afternoon, he was taunted by the knowledge that, if he really wanted, he could sit down later that evening and see the woman he had had a crush on for so long naked for the second time in his life. The fact that she would be fucking Zane when and if he saw her was a bitter pill to swallow... And, even worse, he would know the entire time that whatever he watched on the screen was exactly what Zane intended to do to his wife.

Speaking of Claire, Dan had been worrying about her for the past few days. The trip to the spa had been a dud. Dan had no idea how, but Zane had somehow gotten wind of his plan to help Claire and worked decisively and effectively to counteract it. The whole point had been to calm Claire down and soothe her stress, but after the trip, she seemed more moody and distracted than ever.

It had also put up a barrier between them. It had come out at the spa that Dan hadn't actually cut off the friendship with Zane per se, and Claire was still upset about it. Over the years they had been married, Dan had discovered that Claire had a very predictable cycle of anger and forgiveness. For this particular issue, Claire had now moved from the silent treatment period to brief, neutral conversations without pet names and kisses on the cheek. Soon she would be ready to receive his apology... unless this whole thing with Zane had sent their natural rhythm out of whack.

Dan spent the rest of the day nervous and distracted by both issues, and so, by the time he arrived home, he was a buzzing ball of tension, temptation, and arousal. A quick investigation showed that Claire wasn't in her home office... which meant she was working late tonight. Probably. Dan immediately crushed the squirming feeling of uncertainty in his belly. Claire was at the office. Where else would she be? In Zane's room, pinned to the bed by his thick cock? Of course not. The idea was ludicrous. If he started doubting his wife now, the battle was already half-lost. His strong-willed, beautiful wife would never fall for a toad like Zane.

... but Leah did. A small, treacherous part of his brain whispered. He could go now and view the proof if he wanted. And, despite the hope that had lingered at the back of his mind, his wife wasn't home right now to distract him from the taboo gift that Zane had cruelly dangled in front of his nose.

In the end, Dan made it a little over an hour before his resolution crumbled. What pushed him over the edge was the perfect excuse that his mind cooked up for why investigating the porn site would be a good idea. The same reason he had tried to stealthily check out the website before: it would be excellent research on the methods of his opposition. If he understood how Zane had tricked Leah into sex, he could maybe get some insight into the prick's plans for Claire.

The fact that he would get to see Leah moaning and sweating in the depths of filthy, adulterous passion had nothing to do with his decision. Or, at least, so he told himself.

Dan double checked through the window that Claire wasn't pulling up, then nervously opened his laptop and navigated to the website. Despite his insistence to himself that this was just for research purposes, he was already fully erect and straining against his pants by the time he reached the familiar, sleazy-looking porn page.

He froze one last time at the login screen, fingers hovering over the keys as he hesitated. The smartest move would be to do the opposite of whatever Zane wanted. He didn't believe for a second that Zane had sent this login info out of the goodness of his heart. But, on the other hand, maybe Zane was just underestimating him. If this was an attempt to intimidate Dan by showing what would happen to Claire... Well, then all Dan had to do was not feel intimidated and use the information to sabotage Zane's plan. He was made of stronger stuff than Zane thought.

Dan entered the username calling himself a cuck, typed in the password thanking the man who wanted to fuck his wife, and pressed enter.

...

Zane looked down lazily at his phone, saw that it was from his webmaster, and took the call. He normally didn't call unless it was serious.

"What's up?" Zane grunted, making a "five minutes" gesture to the cameramen. Ramona rolled her eyes on the bed, but took the opportunity to light up a cigarette.

"You told me to call you if someone logged in with the CuckyD username. Someone did," as usual, the webmaster's thick, nasally sounded annoyed. Zane and he didn't like each other very much, but they found each other useful.

"Great," said Zane with a nasty grin. "Log the IP. And If someone from that IP tries to make another account, block it."

"Yeah, yeah, I remember," said the voice on the other end. There was a disgusting crunching sound over the line. Always snacking, this guy. "You know that someone could get around that in like five minutes if they tried, right?"

"Only if they had the willpower to fight back and some brains," replied Zane with a chuckle. "I'm not worried."

"Whatever. Your funeral," said the webmaster, speaking through a full mouth of whatever greasy snack food he was eating. "Hey, you know that my skills are wasted on stupid shit like running your website IT, right? If we are trading favors, don't waste them on bullshit like this."

Zane rolled his eyes. "Sure thing. Next time I need some super spooky black-hat hacking, you'll be first on my list. Bye." He hung up and put the phone back into his robe. The guy was insufferable sometimes, but he ran a damn clean ship on digital security. Zane didn't think he would need his help in any other ways. He preferred physical and mental over digital manipulation.

...

Dan's eyes lit up as the website unlocked. A second later, he frowned. The website looked quite different than the one he had previewed earlier. Instead of a deep black background with neon highlights, this webpage had a background of soft pink. For a second, he thought he had been sent to the wrong site.

Then he saw the logo at the top. It still said "Freaks in the Sheets", but now there was a small addition on the bottom right of the words: "Beta Edition." Dan rolled his eyes. Had Zane made a pink reskin of the website just to fuck with him? It felt sort of petty. Whatever, as long as all the content was still there.

But, as he scrolled down, searching for Leah, Dan noticed that the background color wasn't the only change.

There was censorship on the page now, when Dan could have sworn there wasn't before. All of the women had a black bar covering their eyes now, and the women posing nude had black boxes covering their nipples and pussies. Dan felt a prickle of anger, no longer quite as dismissive of the games Zane was playing. The taunt felt a lot more pointed now. An implication that Dan was a beta who didn't even deserve to see these women naked, while Zane got to fuck them as much as he wanted.

Dan gritted his teeth. The joke was on Zane. Although this version of the site might not be as... satisfying to Dan's curiosity, all of the written portions were intact, and, by clicking into a few videos as a test, Dan found that he had access to all of those as well... although each and every one had been carefully edited to censor all female nudity. The worst part was that Dan found the censorship a little erotic in a strange way. He had always liked it when Claire (and other women before her) teased him in bed. And in some ways, this felt like the ultimate tease. Getting so close to seeing these gorgeous women, but being denied right at the last step.

Dan shook his head, irritated with himself. He wasn't being "denied" by anyone. This was a mind game from Zane. If he wanted to see these women naked, all he would have to do is pay for a subscription. But he didn't need to. He needed to get to work. In theory, he could learn more about Zane's methods by clicking on any woman on the site, but Dan wasn't kidding himself. Now that he had come this far, he wasn't going to hold himself back from what he really wanted to see.

He scrolled down the page until he saw the name "Leah" once again. There was her photo, smiling her familiar, teasing smile. Since she was wearing a bikini, there were no black bars on her body here, but the black line covering her eyes still gave the photo a taboo, naughty feeling, like Dan was looking at something he shouldn't.

Which maybe he was.

He clicked into the page, his heart pounding and his cock straining in his pants. First, he was given the options of "Leah's Training" or "Professional Scenes". As tempting as the scenes sounded, he probably needed to get all the info he could first, so he clicked "Leah's Training".

He was greeted by a sort of... report. A collection of dated entries, written in lurid, pornographic style, accompanied by pictures and footage. A lot of the earlier footage was clearly taken using some sort of hidden camera, though prominent disclaimers advised that all people with unblurred faces in the videos gave their express permission for the footage to be posted. Dan considered scrolling right down to the bottom to see if there really were filthy pornographic videos of Leah having sex with a gross little troll like Zane... but he restrained himself. He was supposed to be looking for clues, not getting off.

He started at the beginning.

The page started with a brief introduction detailing information that Dan was already familiar with. The fact that Zane and Leah went to college together. That she never liked him. That she got married to a jock shortly after college. Dan skimmed it, though he was more interested in the content further down the page... for research purposes, of course.

The next section was a bit more interesting.

So, with all that in mind, dear strokers, you won't be surprised to hear that when I ran into Leah recently at my local grocery store, she was downright rude to me! Dismissive even! She tried to brush me off like I was trash. And you know how that attitude makes Z feel, coming from a slut-in-the-making. It makes me feel like I have to prove her wrong. Especially because Leah and I go way back. I just had to get a little revenge for poor college-aged Z, you know? So I did a little digging and found out that Little Leah was about to run a baking class at her local community center. It wasn't hard to join up. After all, 'everyone is welcome'!

Every entry was written in the same smug, joking style, with chummy asides to the reader. It made the writer, presumably Zane, sound like a pompous prick. But Dan supposed that that was what the audience for this type of website liked. There was a video beneath the entry, so Dan clicked play.

The video was clearly being taken from some sort of hidden pinhole camera, based on the low angle and the fish-eye lens. The perspective showed Leah approaching. Even with the odd perspective, it was easy to see she was angry... although Dan noticed that her eyes were still covered by a black bar as she moved.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she hissed quietly. The camera showed her torso, but not her face this close to the camera.

"I thought the flyer said everyone was welcome," said the man wearing the camera, calm and amused. It was obviously Zane. Dan could tell from the voice alone. He would recognise that smug prick anywhere.

"I don't know what kind of game you're playing, Zane, but whatever it is, I..."

"I'm just here to learn to bake," said Zane with a chuckle. "You're the one who seems to be making a big deal out of it. But fine, go tell the organizers to kick me out of the class because you knew me in college and think I'm annoying. I'm sure that will get exactly the response you're looking for."

Leah made a frustrated huff and turned away, showing the camera a tempting view of her plump backside as she retreated, stiff with anger.

The video cut off there. Dan was confused. If this was supposed to be an example of Zane's progress, it didn't look encouraging. Leah was obviously pissed off and dismissive. But Zane wouldn't have posted this on his website if it ended in a rejection. With a sinking feeling in his belly, oddly compounded by his thumping heart and throbbing erection, Dan scrolled down and read further.

The twisted arousal and disquiet only swelled within him as he read the following entries. Zane was meticulous and thorough. He researched Leah's weaknesses and applied strategic pressure. Strangely, his aim wasn't to endear himself to Leah, but just the opposite. Zane worked, at the beginning, to get under Leah's skin and make her obsessed with him.

He slept with the other members of the class, mostly married women, and flaunted it in Leah's face. He researched and became an expert in baking to question Leah's teaching in class. He pushed Leah to give in to his desires on petty issues, supposedly "training her to submit." And, most importantly, he slowly introduced innuendos and crude jokes to get Leah to connect him in her mind with sex.

All of it was written in the same leering, gloating style, smugly confident that Leah would soon be his. Pictures and short clips accompanied the updates, and Dan couldn't help but note that, although her expression remained annoyed, there was a noticeable hungry edge to Leah's expression as the updates went on.

The parallels to Claire's situation were obvious and disturbing. Dan's wife was becoming more distracted with time, more obsessed with Zane. Was she thinking about him sexually at this point? Was she at that stage? Dan shook his head. Of course not. She would never reach that stage. She was Claire, not some easily manipulated slut.

He didn't understand why his fucking erection wasn't going down while his gut twisted with anxiety like this.

Dan's mouth was dry as he read the next update.

As all of my regular strokers know, the pieces were all in place at this point. All poor Leah needed was one final push. She needed to see my cock. She needed a chance to really think about what it might feel like to submit to a dominant man like me, not just in everyday life, but in bed. So I sent her a dick pic. "By Mistake" obviously. I told her I was sending a picture of a loaf I made at home asking for tips, or some shit like that, but she got a glamor shot of my throbbing cock instead. One of those timed links that only opens once. You should have seen how she cussed me out! But she didn't block me. Not even after I sent the second picture the next day. Not even after I sent her one every evening, at a time I knew was after her hubby had gone to sleep. And, then, dear strokers, when I knew she was getting used to seeing my cock regularly... I stopped. And that was all it took to get this sneering, superior, married mom to crumble.

A screenshot of a messaging app was posted below. Dan felt second-hand indignation as he realized that Leah was listed simply as "Buns" in Zane's phone, but then he remembered that, for reasons he still couldn't quite wrap his brain around, Leah had approved Zane posting this.

Buns: I just want to know why.

Zane: There's nothing to explain. You wanted me to stop sending you dick pics. You said they were disgusting and pathetic. So I stopped. Isn't this what you wanted?

Buns: You're insane! I told you to stop every time, and you kept sending them again and again. And now all of a sudden you stop out of the blue? It makes no fucking sense!

Zane: I know what this is. You want more, don't you?

Buns: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? Are you even reading my messages? How could you draw that conclusion?

Zane: I get it. Asking me straight out would be too humiliating. So I'll make you a deal. You don't need to ask me and admit you want to see my cock. All you need to do is send me a picture of your tits. I won't even gloat or say I told you so or anything. The second you send me the picture of your naked tits, you get a picture of my cock back, no hassle.

Buns: You're delusional. Don't contact me again.

Dan was on the edge of his seat as he scrolled down.

Well, strokers, I let her be for a little while. Didn't text. Didn't show up to class. I let her have what she thought she wanted: peace and quiet with her pindick husband. And you'll never fucking guess what popped into my inbox a week later.

The tone prepared Dan for what was coming next, but it still hit him like a punch to the gut. The picture was clearly taken in the bathroom, and although her face wasn't in the picture, Dan was sure it was Leah. She lifted her shirt up over her breasts, with a clear blush all the way down her neck... to her bare naked tits, on display for Zane.

On display for Zane, but not fully for Dan. Frustratingly, the nipples were once again covered in a black bar, leaving the picture unsatisfying. Yet Dan couldn't tear his eyes away. He had obviously seen naked tits hundreds of times, but this felt intensely personal. These were the breasts he had lusted after. The tits he had only ever seen once during one stressful, confusing skinny-dipping session. And Zane had somehow earned that sight just through being an arrogant prick with a big cock. And Zane not only got to see Leah's tits, but put them onto the internet for any guy to see.

Well, almost any guy. Not guys who had the Beta Edition.

Before he realized what he was doing, Dan felt his hand squeezing his cock, shoved down his pants. His eyes bored into the photo as his hand gripped and squeezed, as if by staring hard, he could penetrate the black bars. Somehow, despite how humiliating and frustrating it was, the denial was part of the pleasure for him. The humiliating denial pressed a button inside Dan that he didn't know he had. With a tortured groan, he scrolled further down the page.

More pictures followed. Zane insisted that Leah send a brand new photo whenever she wanted a dick pic, and it soon became a nightly ritual. Dan gave up on the pretense as he scrolled, tugging his pants down his thighs and openly stroking as he watched Leah's photos grow sexier... flirtier. She held the shirt in her teeth as she lifted it over her breasts in one photo. In another, she arched her back to thrust them forward. In a third, she leaned forward, letting them hang down softly from her chest. And in each photo, Dan was blocked. Denied. Not allowed to see her nipples, just the full, rounded curves of her tits.

And then Zane switched it up. He told Leah he was bored of her tits. He needed something different. He wanted to see her fat ass. Zane arrogantly demanded that he needed to see Leah bending over and holding her cheeks open if she wanted to see another cock pic. Predictably, she refused, saying that Zane had gone too far this time.

And, after a few more days of Zane's cold shoulder, predictably, she sent him a new picture anyway.

Dan unconsciously increased the speed of his stroking, his heart pumping wildly and sweat beading on his forehead as he saw Leah in a way he never would have predicted.

Leaning over, bent at the waist, one hand gripping each luscious cheek, pulling them apart to reveal... a perfect round black hole censoring Dan's view, as well as a black bar obscuring even the tiniest glimpse of her pussy. It drove Dan crazy. As badly as he had fumbled his chance that day, Dan treasured the memory of skinny dipping with Leah. He had seen his crush naked, and that was a victory in itself.

But Zane had seen more. Now, every random subscriber to this website had seen more. It made Dan want to log out and buy a subscription for himself, even if it would make Claire question the charge on the credit card statement. But he was too deep now. He read the next update in a cold sweat, his hand pumping rapidly on his cock.

Oh, course, at this point I had her, strokers. She was mine, even if she didn't realize it yet. All that I needed to do was reach out and take her. I know that this has been a photo-heavy training log this time around, strokers, but it all leads up to this. I told Leah that if she wanted to see my cock again, it would have to be in person. And, after some token resistance, she agreed. The scene was set, after class at the community center, a couple of minutes after the last would-be baker left...

The camera approached Leah. who stood at a table at the front of some sort of food lab. Even with the black bars covering her eyes, Dan could tell she was embarrassed and annoyed. She gestured nervously toward the perspective of the camera. "What's with the camera. You didn't say you were going to film this."

Zane chuckled. "I already have a picture of your asshole, sweetcheeks. What does one little video matter? If it's a dealbreaker, we can just go our separate ways, of course..."

"Fine," snapped Leah, blushing heavily, clearly embarrassed to be on camera, but unwilling to walk away from this taboo encounter. "Let's just... Let's get this over with. You'll send more pictures if I do this, right?" She was already unbuttoning her jeans as she spoke, turning around to face away from Zane.

"Scouts honor," said Zane, his voice dripping with smug amusement. "Enough stalling. Show me what I came here to see."

Leah hooked her thumbs through her waistband, pulling her jeans and panties down over the swell of her impressive ass, revealing their pale, chubby roundness.

"That's not enough," said Zane in a hungry voice. "Show me everything."

"I know. I'm doing it," snapped Leah, irritated, but with a slight rasp of arousal tainting her voice. She reached back and gripped her cheeks with her pants down around her knees, pulling them apart slowly. It had been erotic in the photos, but it was twice as fascinating here... and twice as frustrating as the blank black disc and bar of censorship appeared. For an instant, maybe a single frame, Dan swore he could almost see a glimpse of her tight pink hole, but then it was blocked. The twisted pleasure roared inside him as he stroked his cock faster and faster.

Zane stood for a long minute, zooming in on what, for Dan, were just featureless black zones, then he spoke again. "Well. After that little treat, I think I'm ready to give you your reward too."

Leah turned gratefully, beginning to pull her pants back up. Zane stopped her. "No, leave those down... who knows, the mood might strike you and you'll appreciate the easy access."

"Of course not. Pig," muttered Leah, huffily crossing her arms, but leaving her pants pulled down. Dan's vision was still completely denied by the back bar, but she was clearly naked from the waist to the knees.

"Whatever," she grumbled, fidgeting uncomfortably. "Like you said, it's your turn. Show me." Her voice was prickly and harsh, but it was obvious to Dan that she was eager for the sight of Zane's cock. She bit her lips lightly in anticipation, fidgeting and rubbing her thighs together lightly as she waited.

"One last thing..." began Zane.

"Oh, come on!" said Leah with a frustrated sigh. "You said all I had to do was show you my... what I normally show you! You're going back on the deal!"

"Not at all," said Zane smoothly, clearly unfazed by Leah's outburst. "I'm about to show you my cock right now. It's just about how I want to show you. I want you to get down on your knees."

Leah blushed heavily. "Don't fucking joke about that, Zane," she said in a wavering voice, her thigh rubbing and fidgeting becoming even more noticeable.

"Who's joking? I mean, you can make all the excuses you want, but it's clear by this point that you enjoy the sight of my cock. Don't you want the chance to see it... close up? We both know that you'd enjoy it."

Dan pumped his fist rapidly up and down his cock. Part of him screamed at Leah to reject the ridiculous, demeaning request. But another part of him wanted to see her do it. To kneel in front of the man she hated. To get up close and personal with the cock that had broken her pride. That was the part of him that was feeding the poisonous, jealous, insecure lust that was pumping through his veins and radiating outward from her stiff, slippery cock.

But he somehow knew that Zane wasn't going to be the one who lost here. He wasn't surprised when Leah, eyes downcast with shame, slowly dropped to her knees, still bottomless, silently giving in and placing herself beneath the man she used to look down on.

There was the loud sound of a zipper, and Zane stepped forward into Leah's personal space, making her look up with an expression of mixed intimidation and arousal.

Zane's cock bobbed into the frame, stiff, veiny, and fucking massive. Obscenely, it wasn't censored at all, visible in all of its masculine glory. Dan, shamefully, couldn't help but compare it and the cock he was currently fucking his fist with. First and foremost, Zane's was bigger. Not just longer, but thicker too. Dan wasn't naive enough to think that big dicks were essential, or even necessarily superior to more reasonably-sized penises. But Zane's manhood had a certain aura of power to it, and it was obvious that it was affecting Leah. She stared up at Zane's cock in awe, her mouth falling open lightly in an expression of naked need. Dan couldn't see her eyes behind the black bar, but it didn't take a genius to tell that Leah's gaze was laser-focused on the throbbing phallus in front of her eyes. She licked her lips as Zane's cock towered over her, and in that moment, Dan knew that it would never be possible for him to inspire that kind of worshipful gaze from a woman.

"Don't be shy, Leah," said Zane smugly. "This is your chance to really get to know your new obsession." Then, without warning, he leaned forward and laid his hot, pulsing cock across Leah's blushing face, drawing a shocked gasp from her glossy lips. "Z-zane, what the fuck!" she whimpered. But she didn't shy back from the thick, veiny cock pressed against her face. "You can't just... You can't fucking touch me with that!"

"So fucking push me back," said Zane flatly. His hand reached into frame and gripped his cock, insultingly using it to gently slap Leah's cheeks. "Or move away. Or do fucking anything to stop me from rubbing my cock all over your pretty face." But she didn't. Leah just groaned in tortured arousal and slipped her hand down between her thighs to touch herself as Zane arrogantly rubbed his cock all over her face.

Dan couldn't believe the sight. Zane was wildly crossing the line here, just boldly violating her face with his hard cock. And Leah was just... submitting! Zane was completely correct that there was nothing forcing Leah to stay where she was and accept the demeaning treatment, nothing physical, at least. Although Leah looked furious and humiliated, her hand was clearly moving and rubbing between her thighs... behind the black box, obscuring Dan's vision. She was held in place by her reluctant lust, stronger than the hatred she had for the arrogant man disrespecting her.

Finally, when he had smeared the scent of his dick all over the submissive wife's face, Zane rubbed the bulbous head of his cock over her delicate lips, smearing them with precum, which Leah unconsciously licked away.

"Suck my cock, Leah," Zane insisted.

"Zane, I can't!" protested Leah, breathing heavily, her voice sounding like a desperate whine rather than the decisive statement of a confident woman. "I'm married! I can't just..."

"Shut the fuck up, Leah," said Zane, his voice steady and even, but firm. "We both know you want to. And we both know you're going to do it in the end. You've done everything I wanted so far, after all. Let's save the hassle. Just open up those lips and suck."

"You're a monster," growled Leah, looking up at Zane with an expression of helpless lust and hate.

"Yeah, yeah," chuckled Zane. "Suck this monster's cock, sweetcheeks."

And she did. Dan watched with his heart in his throat and his hand pumping wildly up and down his cock as Leah growled in frustration... then visibly surrendered, opening her mouth to give Zane's cock a long slow lick with the flat of her tongue from root to tip, then sealed her pouty lips over his dick's drooling head.

Dan knew that this was what was coming. Leah had basically admitted as much to his face. But even though he understood Leah had a sexual relationship with the man she once despised, seeing her submission on video was still a punch to the gut. As he watched Leah's lips gripping tightly, clinging as they slipped up and down the shaft of the arrogant, obnoxious man looming above her, Dan's hand gripped tighter and moved faster on his own cock. This was a man who she hated. Someone who had done nothing but get under her skin, insult her, and push her around from the beginning. Yet she still slurped and sucked, admitting her defeat in the most humiliating way possible.

Zane had managed to do something that Dan had failed to do. He had made Leah his. That stung... but at the same time, it made Dan's twisted, jealous pleasure rise higher. He watched with fascinated envy as Leah reached up to cup and rub Zane's testicles with one delicate hand. Her mouth slowly slid up and down his thick shaft, leaving it shiny with her slick saliva, going deeper and deeper with every stroke.

Is this what Zane planned to do to Claire? The thought was chilling. Claire hated Zane, and so Dan had felt safe up until now. But that was all part of Zane's plan, wasn't it? To fill a woman's mind with hate and obsession, crowding her thoughts with only him, then igniting that obsession into lust with well-timed exposure to his sexual prowess. And if that was the case, wasn't Zane right on track? How soon did he plan to have Claire in the exact same position as Leah? Dan watched as Leah came up for air, panting heavily with exertion and lust, saliva dripping from her mouth. Then she dived back down, bobbing her head with frantic sexual hunger, like a woman possessed, no longer able to control herself.

What could Dan even do? He suddenly realized why Zane didn't mind showing him this information. Zane didn't believe that Dan would be able to stop him even if he knew the plan.

Zane was one hundred percent confident that he had already won. That Claire would go from hatred to submission the same way Leah had. And even though he knew the thought should be chilling and terrifying, Dan still couldn't stop stroking his cock, staring at Leah's sloppy, enthusiastic blowjob on the screen. Wet sounds filled the room as Zane plundered her married throat. Her hand moved rapidly between her kneeling thighs, pleasuring herself in a way that the Beta edition wouldn't allow Dan to see.

Then, finally, Zane pulled Leah off of his cock, degradingly slapping it down against her tongue a few times, then stroking it rapidly, using her saliva as lube. "Ready to take my cum, you fucking slut?" he growled. Dan was shocked at how far the dynamic had come over the course of the video. Instead of persuading or manipulating, Zane was openly and unapologetically dominant now.

But he was even more shocked at Leah's reaction. There was no more resistance or reluctance at this point; she simply nodded eagerly and moaned, "Fucking give it to me!"

And, in one electrifying, confusing moment, Dan didn't see Leah kneeling there in front of Zane's cock. He saw Claire, her face frozen in the same expression of weak, humiliated lust. That sudden, unexpected fantasy pushed him over the edge, just as Zane on the screen grunted in orgasm, spurting thick, hot ropes of pearly cum all over Leah's upturned, panting face.

"Shit!" said Dan, unprepared as his dick shot cum out as well, splattering onto the screen of his laptop to join Zane's load in a pathetic accompaniment to the dominant man's act of sexual triumph. Cursing and embarrassed, Dan reached out to pause the video, his cock still spurting and dribbling all over himself. The image froze on the screen: Leah's moaning face, covered by Zane's digital cum mingled with Dan's real load. Dan panted and covered his eyes with his hand that wasn't dripping with sperm. His lust began draining away, leaving him confused, disturbed, and a little scared.

He hurried to go find a cloth and clean off his computer while his mind began spinning. So now Zane's methods were clear, at least in the outline. He intended to get under Claire's skin, then convert that obsession into lust. Dan would never have believed such a thing could work if he hadn't just seen Leah fall for the same trick.

The problem was... what exactly could Dan do to counteract this strategy? He couldn't exactly tell Claire to stop obsessing over Zane. If it were that easy, she would have done it herself. It might stop Zane if he could convince Claire to drop him as a client and cut off contact, but she would never do that just to make herself feel better: she would consider that a surrender. He could try to sabotage Zane's move to make Claire see him in a sexual light... But Dan wasn't sure what Zane would do to accomplish that: it didn't sound like he used the dick pic method every time.

And, maybe most importantly, Dan couldn't stop questioning why the fuck he had climaxed to the idea of Zane cumming on his wife's face. It was an idea that terrified him, so why was it also strangely erotic? Dan rubbed his eyes, frustrated by the questions pounding in his brain, compounded by the emotions of shame and fear pulsing through him. No wonder Zane had sent him this account. Dan felt more confused and demoralized than ever.

But after he cleaned the soiled screen and carefully washed the rag, Dan found himself growing more determined. Zane hadn't won yet. And it had been a month; his time was already half up. If Zane was so certain that he couldn't possibly lose, that would only make it more difficult for him to see Dan's counterattack coming. After checking once again to see if his wife had pulled into the driveway (This was turning into a really late night at the office... Dan pushed down the squirming thread of doubt inside him once again), Dan sat back in front of his computer, feeling more focused. He exited Leah's page after one last lingering glance at the paused video, her face dripping with Zane's cum, and picked another woman at random from the list, diving into her training log.

He needed to find a pattern. To see what Zane's plans had in common.

Then maybe he could find a weak point and stop him.

...

Claire glared down at her drawing tablet, a headache born from sheer irritation pounding in her temples.

On the screen was another quick sketch of a glass-fronted cabinet with various swatches of colorful cloth displayed within. Zane's fucking trophy case. Ideas for various designs had been popping into her head all day, and Claire had felt compelled to draw them. With a growl of frustration, Claire stabbed at the delete button, but when the pop-up came up asking if she was sure, she hesitated. Her mouth drew into a thin, angry line, then she hit "No" and instead saved the design in the folder with the others.

Did it matter that she had a folder full of possible designs for Zane's misogynistic panty display? It didn't necessarily mean she had to show them to him and agree to have it built. But she would, wouldn't she, if she kept going down this path she was on. Zane had gotten into her head, and nothing Claire did seemed to be able to shake him out.

Claire sighed deeply and leaned back in her chair, eyes flicking toward the clock on the wall. It was late. Dan would be getting worried about her. She should just go home and have some sex to relieve this burning, frustrating tension inside her. If only she had some way to turn the tables on Zane. Make him sweat for a change...

Wait...

A smile crossed Claire's face. That actually made a lot of sense. The reason she always felt like she was on the back foot with Zane lately was because she was always playing defence against his crude advances and insults. But why should she? She was a beautiful woman, and he was a troll. If anything, she should be the one making him sexually frustrated and upset.

That's what she would do. She would go on the attack for a change. It was time to give Zane some of his own medicine.

Zane clearly wanted her. Why not give him a little tease of what he could never have? Get him drooling, then leave him with blue balls. All she needed to do was dress extra sexy in their next meeting, drop some innuendos and teasing flirtation, get him all riled up... then walk right out the door, leaving him desperate for more.

Maybe it was a little disrespectful toward Dan to flirt with another man that way, even if she had no intention of letting Zane touch her, but it was time to fight fire with fire. When she managed to pull off this stunt, it would be Zane who had uncomfortable, frustrating sexual thoughts about her, and that would put them on a more even footing.

All she needed to do was get her wardrobe lined up, and soon she would be back on top, where she had always belonged.