Chapter 1

Authors Notes:

-First, trigger warning. There is a description of sexual assault in this chapter. It is not gratuitous, nor did I include it lightly. Whatever your safe and consensual roleplay fantasies may be, sexual assault is always wrong. I put STOP HERE FOR TRIGGER WARNING long before I thought there might be anything that could possibly be triggering because I have no idea what could be triggering and wanted to be safe. If you need to, please stop there. There is a recap at the start of Part 2 that will cover what is needed for story continuity.

-Second, I jump character perspective quite a bit. Just because I write from a character’s POV does not mean that I agree with absolutely anything in that character’s head. Some of these characters were definitely hard for me to write as I find them absolutely repugnant. They do, however, serve a purpose for the story I want to tell. A POV also does not mean they are a main character as the story progresses.

This was originally posted on a different site under the same pen name and title. Grammatical changes have been made since its original posting.

Scott’s POV

My breath was loud in my ears, ragged and shallow. I felt a tightness in my chest, clutching my heart, that I was not sure how to deal with. I could hear them on the other side of the doorway. The gasps of surprise, moans of pure sexy pleasure, the bed springs moving. Just on the other side of the door was my wife. The love of my life, the woman I hoped would one day help me raise a family, the one and only person for whom I would gladly fuck over everyone else in the world; and she was, my mind inserted willingly, gladly, enthusiastically, having sex with someone not me. Her lawful and legal husband. Years of marriage. How the hell did I get on this side of the door?

Edward’s POV - Several years earlier

“Oh fuck yes”, Juliette screamed as she clenched on my cock. She always did that. Everytime I made her cum she squeezed me so hard it was just short of painful. I loved the feeling. I could feel her all along my cock, tight and wet. They say there’s no stronger motivator than self-interest, and I was motivated to feel that a lot.

I smacked her fat, excuse me I forgot to be politically correct, buxom ass. Then grabbed her hips and flipped her on her back. Her eyes had that far-off look that repeated, fucking amazing, orgasms always gave her. I couldn’t keep a predatory grin off my face. “How many is that today? Four? Woman, you are wasted with that loser.”

Juliette finally seemed to realize I was kneeling above her, cock resting between her legs. “God, you know it, Ed”, she gasped. “That’s why you’re here. So you can fuck me like I deserve.” She made a teasing face and then grabbed her breasts. “You haven’t even tit-fucked me today. I’m more than amazing pussy you know. Keep this up, and I might think I’m too much for you.”

God those tits! First time I talked her out of her clothes, not that the slut needed much talking, I had checked the size of her bra. 36H. Large ruby red areolas, thick juicy nipples begging to be sucked and stood out an inch even when she wasn’t turned on. Truly the tits of a whore. Fucking them was one of my favorite things. Hard or not, making her wrap them around my thick cock, looking down on her as she used them to pleasure me. If I wasn’t hard when I started the titty fuck it sure didn’t take long for me to rise to the occasion.

My phone ringing cut off my retort. I grabbed it quickly, intending to silence it so that I could show the slut exactly who dominated who here. I did take just a moment to look at the screen though, as seeing Randal’s name, her husband, would have added a little extra spice to the fuck. I almost rejected the call when I saw my uncle’s name on the screen.

“Take it”, purred Juliette. She had a wicked gleam in her eyes and a smirk that always led to my pleasure.

“It’s not even your husband”, I teased back. I knew that she got off on cucking her husband as much as I did.

She pouted for a moment before shrugging and sliding her magnificent body down the bed. I slid my finger to answer the call just as she started tonguing my balls.

“Lawrence”, I said. I tried to keep my voice neutral. Sounding angry would only make him laugh. Juilette took the start of the conversation as a signal to start alternately licking my taint and then balls. I loved women who knew their place. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Eddy”, came the drawl through the phone.

Bastard. Pox-ridden, lazy, no good, immature, washed-out, alcoholic, obese, waste of oxygen, bastard! There was one person who could call me Eddy and it wasn’t him! Decades of this disrespectful abuse. I had told him since the time I was nine, my name to him was Ed or Edward. Just because Mother was allowed did not in any way give him permission.

I looked at my hand not holding the phone as I finally registered sharp pain. I was clenching my fist so hard I was surprised it wasn’t dripping blood. One word. All it took was one fucking word from this despicable excuse for a human to make my blood boil. I dreamed of the day he died. Hopefully, painfully, in drawn-out agony, suffering from something he did.

I unclenched my fist. Good thing I had stress relief handy. Juliette would be more useful than I thought tonight.

I grabbed her hair roughly right at the roots. She met my eyes and winked, bitch probably thought she was helping. Not yet, she wasn’t. I angled my hips slightly down and shoved her head forward until her nose was smashed against my pubes. The surprised “gack” sound she made probably helped keep her teeth clear of me and opened her throat for penetration.

Oh yeah. Now I could talk. I began rhythmically shoving her head up and down my cock, adding a thrust of my hips at the end to make sure she got the message. I was in charge.

“How can I help, Lawrence?” I kept my tone light, saving my rage for Juliette’s throat. “Having more legal troubles? Need some help deciphering statutes again?”

That was another unfairness of the universe. Lawrence and I were both lawyers. Both with JD-MBAs. The difference was that while he was supposedly a great lawyer decades ago, now he was a fat slob. I, on the other hand, was at the top of my game. Clients begged for me to represent them. Paid exorbitant fees. Gifts to stay in my good graces. Women swooned at the idea I might bed them. I was no washed-up has-been and never would be.

“Ha! I didn’t think you could keep your hand off your cock long enough to read the law.”

My hand tightened on Juliette’s hair. Delusional bastard couldn’t even land an insult. I was the one talking to him while face fucking a woman who could have been a Sports Illustraed swimsuit model. But the audacity of the self-righteous moron to try, that would not be forgiven.

“Well, I know I sure had to learn how to multitask between women and winning lawsuits when I was your age”, he continued. “I’m sure you will figure it out at some point.”

That earned Juliette three quick deep thrusts. Her mascara was running, but her hands were still clasping my thighs, not pushing away. I grinned deep inside. She didn’t know who she was challenging.

Lawrence rambled on, “I actually did call you about law, though. But it’s more of a mutual back-scratching thing. I was talking to Randy the other day, Randy Pruieg.”

I must have had the volume up because that got a reaction from Juliette. Her eyes widened, and I felt her throat constrict delightfully against me as she tried to swallow. I knew she got off on cucking her husband, hearing his name brought up by a stranger while sucking my cock probably had her dripping.

“I didn’t know you and Randy were close. Don’t you have your own in-house counsel?” I again kept my tone light. I wasn’t actually worried about Randy, even if he was my boss. Stupid cuck didn’t even know his wife was sleeping with me three nights a week, more if I told her to.

“That’s exactly what we were talking about. I’m looking for a new legal director, and he mentioned you would do well in the position.”

Arrogance!

This was not the time to lose control or act rashly. I tightened my grip on Juliette’s hair and once again shoved her all the way down my cock. I held her down. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1

“Director, huh?” I said. “Not sure you understand just how much money I make out here. Hell, even after Randy takes his share for the firm, I could buy your house twice in cash without blinking.” His house. Just like him, it was big, ugly, and utterly lacking in taste, but he would show it off to anyone stupid enough to listen.

“Give it another few years and I’ll be done with my contract with Randy and free to start my own firm. Not really seeing how director would be anything but a step down.” My voice was still light and neutral, but I knew he had to be seething on the other end. To be turned down so casually for what he probably thought was a massive handout. Stupid dick.

“Smart and quick as always, Eddy”, Lawrence rejoined, not sounding the least bit put off. “But you are always missing the fine print. I said the part about you scratching my back. Now the part where I scratch yours.”

I must not have let up holding Juliette with my cock buried to the hilt in her throat because I felt her hands shift. No longer gripping my thighs, she looked up at me with anger. Smacking my thigh repeatedly with her fist. I guess she hadn’t yet learned how to deal with me being an alpha. I shook my head and mouthed, “Pussy” at her knowing it would piss her off.

I wasn’t sure if Lawrence had paused, or I just hadn’t been listening. I wasn’t sure that I cared, given it was him.

“ ... I’d like to retire at some point, Eddy. You know that. But a man wants to know that what he built will be looked after once he’s gone. Maybe it’s an old fart thing, but I don’t like the thought of turning the company over to a stranger. I thought it might be nice to keep it in the family, pass it down as a legacy.”

Now I was actually paying more attention to him than the whore impaled on me, despite her increasingly desperate attempts to breathe. Could he really be that arrogant and stupid? I wanted nothing to do with his legacy. But a chance to destroy it? A chance to turn his proud accomplishment into something that no one would ever remember him for?

Maybe he took my silence as reticence rather than awe at his colossal mistake. “Marianne asked me to at least give you the chance to say no”, he said quietly. “You know she misses you and wants you closer to home.”

I hated his name on her lips. A slug had more right to use Mother’s name than he did, especially to me.

“I’ll think about it,” I said and hung up.

Throwing my phone to the side, I finally let go of Juliette’s hair. I knew as soon as she stopped gasping for air the screaming would start. Ungrateful, entitled, short-sighted women never did understand.

I looked down at her. Face was just now looking deep red rather than purple. Make-up ruined. Drool hanging thick from her wide open panting mouth and lipstick smeared lips, her neck and tits caked with more of the slimy liquid. Her eyes were wide and unseeing as her body tried desperately to get more oxygen. Time she learned what fucking an alpha meant. I hadn’t fucked her ass yet today. I was sure the spit on my cock would be plenty of lube for tonight, at least for my pleasure.

Lawrence’s POV

I pulled the phone away from my ear and couldn’t keep a sigh in. Make that a sigh, throwing back the rest of my bourbon, then swallowing hard as I tried not to scream. Stupid boy. He’d learn, I said to myself. The same as I did every time I talked to him since he was nine.

“It’s done”, I texted Randy. Stupid way to communicate. “He’ll take the job once he has stayed silent long enough to make it seem like he’s reluctant.” I wanted to throw the phone, but I settled for dropping it on my desk when I was done typing.

My chair creaked, and my bones added a drum accompaniment as I stood up. Blasted bones. Back and knees couldn’t do shit anymore. Making my way to my office door, I had to take a deep breath before opening it. I half-expected her to be in the hallway listening. Then I grimaced. No, that was me projecting again. I was the impatient bull in a china shop. She had far too much class to listen to a conversation she wasn’t invited to. She’d be in her library.

“It’s done”, I said for the second time in just a few minutes, though this time out loud. Marianne looked up from her book.

She nodded slightly at me. It was the barest of movements, but even that was ... sophisticated. Gracious. She didn’t say anything. Her expression didn’t change. But I knew what she had said.

“I’ll try”, was my heavy response. “I’ll try for you”, I whispered as I walked out of the room.

Scott’s POV

Something was ... cold? No, not cold, but cool. Breezy. Yeaah, that was the word, breezy. Why was it breezy? What was going on? My eyes were closed. The bed felt scratchier than normal. I pushed my arm towards the breeziness, ughh thinking is hard, and that word sounds dumb.

Thunk! Pfffffffbbbbbbbbbttttttttttttttttt!

I opened my eyes just in time to see that my blind groping had found the source of the breeze and created a god-awful clatter. Yay for multi-tasking.

Someone had placed a mini fan near my head, blowing straight down the blankets. It was the kind you hold in your hand, portable enough to take anywhere. My reach had knocked it over, and the fan blades, thankfully flexible plastic, were now beating a staccato tattoo out on a wood table. I heard a soft, high-pitched giggle that sounded extremely familiar. “Hi Scott”, another giggle followed this greeting.

Tina! That’s whose voice it was. What the hell was Tina doing in my bedroom? That thought made me finally fully open my eyes, bolt upright in bed, and throw back the blanket, determined to find out what was going on. Oh, not my bed. That was my first thought, Tina beat me to my second.

“Oh, good morning, Scott”, Tina’s voice was sultry this time. “I thought I’d get a little rise out of you with the fan, but I didn’t think it would be that big. Or thick.”

Yep, I was naked. Naked, in the front room of my house. Which made some sense as I didn’t have a table at the head of my bed where a fan could be placed. The nightstand was too low and not at the right angle, the dresser too far away and too tall. But having fallen asleep on the couch, yep, there was a table where a probably evil-minded person could place a fan that would blow straight down an innocent man’s blankets.

But getting back to naked. I had thrown off the blanket, which meant that Tina, easily my wife and I’s best friend, was now treated to the sight of my very naked body, and something I’m normally proud of, my morning wood.

“Shit”, I screeched, manfully hopefully. I grabbed the blankets in a wad and thrust it into my crotch. Well, such was my rush that blanket or not, I had basically just punched my family jewels. Great way to start the day.

Trying to keep my breath even and forcing an embarrassed smile on my face. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your lovely company this morning?” I asked Tina. “And why on God’s green earth would you put a fan blowing down a man’s blanket when he is sleeping?” I grabbed the still-running fan with my non-blanket-holding hand and switched it off.

“Remember last night when I told you my coffee maker was broken and you said I could use yours? Well, I thought I would take you up on your offer. But when I came over, you were on the couch, I assume Lauren is upstairs in bed, and the fan was just lying around. I was hoping it would be funny.” She ended with a bit of a blush and a bashful glance at me.

“I, oh yeah I do remember”, I lied lamely. I didn’t actually, but if she had told either Lauren or me anything was broken, we definitely would have offered our own. That’s what you do for your best friend. If she had just been a neighbor, probably not, but best friend, yes, obviously we offered.

I took a deep breath. Here I was, in my own home, with only a blanket covering part of me, and a woman who was not my wife sitting across from me. Another deep breath. The adrenaline rush would wear off in a few minutes at most, and until then, I just needed to control it. I had plenty of practice with that. Lots of practice that I hated every second of and wouldn’t wish on anyone else.

Focus on something. That was easy, Tina. I could tell it was early because the sun was just beginning to peek through the large front window. Tina sat just to the side of the window, curled up on the chaise. She was cute, that was the universally agreed way to describe Tina. Short, barely 5’2” on a good day, petite everything. Red hair just brushed her shoulders, a small round face, button nose, brown eyes, small mouth, and what I called a ballerina’s body. This morning’s pre-coffee outfit was a deep violet t-shirt and navy running shorts. Like I said, cute, even when blushing after seeing me naked.

“Since when do you make dirty jokes?” I said in a teasing voice.

Tina blushed again. “Since you and Lauren told me not to take other people’s crap and fire it back at them”, she said.

Oh right. Tina was cute, with a heart of gold, very smart, and painfully reserved. It wasn’t shyness necessarily. Shy people usually just take more time to get comfortable with people or prefer smaller, more intimate groups. Tina just had trouble with everything when it came to herself. Asking for help, standing up for herself, and offering ideas as her own. She was one of the most amazing, beautiful souls I had ever met, and Lauren was determined that others would see what we saw in Tina.

“Ha, good for you. I’ll take the compliment to my size as payment for sticking a goddamn fan down my blankets.” I was chuckling now and shaking my head. Only Tina would come up with such an innocent prank and have it turn so dirty.

“Cool. I thought it was good. But why are you naked on the couch?” She gasped and covered her mouth after she said that. “Oh no! Did Lauren kick you out? Was it something I said last night? I should go, right? You two probably need to talk.”

I started to raise my hand in astonishment at the sudden flood of words. But she talked right over me.

“Wait, no! Oh, I saw you naked. I need to talk to Lauren.” She jumped off the chaise and moved towards the kitchen and presumably the stairs. “I’m so sorry, Scott. I’ll tell her it was my fault and you were asleep.” Her voice had gotten progressively higher pitched and panicked sounding.

I had been trying to get a word in somewhere during her increasingly panicked word vomit, to no avail. So I whistled. Not low and soft, or even the universally despised “looking good babe” whistle men do at women. Nope. Two fingers in the mouth, fill the lungs as much as possible, and let out a piercing, shrill, attack on every eardrum within 100 yards. Lauren was going to kill me if she was still asleep.

“Tina”, I said gently after my very rude whistle stopped her in her tracks. “Lauren is going to laugh her ass off when we tell her what happened this morning,” I emphasized we, trying to make sure she understood this had been a team effort. After all, I was still trying to figure out why I had slept naked on the couch when my front room has a gigantic window that faces a busy street.

“Laugh my ass off at what you perv”, came Lauren’s voice from the stairs.

Lauren’s POV

I let them explain what had happened in the kitchen, planning to avail myself of the coffee Tina had so fortuitously started. Well, I was standing behind the island facing Tina, who was sitting on a barstool. Scott had bashfully wrapped the blanket more fully around himself into something like a toga, if togas had 90% of their material stuffed around your crotch and ass. Lucky for Scott, that left many parts of his upper body and legs sticking out and those were always nice eye candy. He was sitting at the kitchen table seeming to feel that keeping distance between himself and Tina was best.

I tried so hard to keep a straight face. I almost got to the end. They were so adorable, stumbling over each other’s words. Jumping in anytime they thought that there might be any potential for misinterpretation of what the other said. I think I had heard seven different attempts to explain Scott’s nakedness and what exactly Tina had seen for exactly how many seconds before I couldn’t do it.

I grinned. That led to me trying to hide the grin behind a hastily grabbed coffee mug that just happened to say “Freak in the Sheets” with an Excel symbol on it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I almost threw the mug back on the counter as I doubled over, holding my belly while laughing.

“Oh my fucking God”, I wheezed between full-throated out of control laughter. “Your faces. Your fucking faces.”

Tina looked even more like she wanted to die, and I almost got myself under control, feeling a rush of sympathy for her. Almost, because Scott was scowling, and that set me off on another round of howling laughter.

“Lauren...” Scott said in his “I’m a scary adult and you need to act your age type voice”. Too bad he wasn’t a father yet; his kids were going to get never-ending enjoyment out of absolutely ignoring the big softy’s attempt to be scary.

“I’m sorry. Ok, no I’m not, but that was amazing.” I mimed wiping a tear from my eye. “Oh, you guys, that was even better than I hoped. I mean Tina, I’m so sorry but I knew Scott was down here and you were coming over, I just-” my voice was drowned out by Tina.

“What do you mean you hoped?” she screamed. “You planned this? You wanted me to ... I saw Scott’s ... How could you do this?” Her eyes were tearing up by the end, actual tears this time.

There are two people in this world that I will defend against everyone else. Two people to whom everyday I promise that their happiness comes first. One of them was Scott, who the world knew that I had publicly promised everything I could give him. The other I made the same promise to, though they didn’t know it. But I had silently vowed the same for Tina many times. When I saw her in tears because of me, I broke.

I rushed around the island, enfolded her in my arms, and started stroking her hair. “Oh Tina”, I almost wept with her. “I’m so sorry. No, I didn’t actually plan for this to turn out this way.” I kept stroking her hair but pulled back just a little so I could look in her eyes. I could see how vulnerable and confused she was, but she was at least meeting my gaze.

“Honey, please forgive me”, I said. “Scott was drinking last night with us, remember? Well, when you left, he stopped moderating himself and went all in. He tried to do a sexy striptease for me, but once he was naked, he fell over on the couch and then started telling me about how nice the pillows were.” I didn’t bother to glance over at Scott to see his reaction. I wasn’t judging him for getting that drunk; it had been a hell of a week at work, and I knew that sometimes you needed to mute life’s volume, so to speak. Plus, all that mattered right now was Tina, Scott would be fine.

“I tried to get him up to bed, but he was really into the pillows”, I continued. “So I grabbed some blankets and tucked him. You know he’s too heavy to try and wrangle up those stairs when he’s a limp noodle. I thought that you would probably come over while he was passed out. You would either turn around and leave or be quiet as a mouse so as to not wake him. At most, he might wake up and he would be embarrassed hiding that he was naked until you left or I brought him some clothes.”

I dropped to my knees and grabbed both of Tina’s hands. “I promise that’s the truth, and I am so sorry for putting you in this position.” I held my breath, waiting for her response.

She nodded gently and sniffled. “It’s ok. I was just so worried because he was naked, and you weren’t here. I didn’t want to lose you or cause a problem between you two. Then you said it was planned, I guess it threw me off.”

I started to take a deep breath...

“But now that I’ve seen it, I’m renaming my dildo Scott”, she squeaked out.

... and suddenly I was choking because trying to take a deep breath and comprehend what just came out of Tina’s mouth was too much to do all at once.

The kitchen was deathly silent for a moment after I got my choking under control. Then, Scott cleared his throat and stood up from the table. Clutching the toga blanket contraption, he tried to imitate a gallant bow.

“I would be honored, my lady”, he said with an attempt at a posh British accent.

Scott’s POV

“So why is Lawrence having a party this time?” I asked Lauren. I glanced over at her in the passenger seat of our 4Runner. She had been deeply engrossed in her phone ever since Tina had left that morning. It wasn’t all texting as there were long bouts of slowly scrolling like she was reading something. I assumed at least some of the texting was with Tina.

I shook my head. This morning had been a lot. The cold air, Tina, me naked, Lauren scaring the shit out of us, yeah it had been a lot. At least it distracted me from my hangover for a while. Maybe that would be my billion-dollar idea for hangover cures, but nah, too much planning required the night before.

“Believe it or not, I think this party is actually more for Marianne”, Lauren said after finishing typing on her phone and tucking it against her stomach. “Lawrence hired their son to be the new international legal director. So it’s a welcome home party and welcome to the company all in one.”

“Wait, son”, I asked as my memory struggled to catch up. “I thought they couldn’t have kids or refused or something?”

Lauren took a deep breath, and I could see her face settle into business mode.

“You’re right. They had some issues and chose not to have kids. But Marianne’s kid sister was killed, Marianne’s nephew was nine at the time. I guess they were the closest family, so they took the kid in and raised him. Not sure if they adopted him or not, but Marianne calls him her son. Lawrence doesn’t talk about him, but Marianne does.”

That got a raised eyebrow out of me. Lawrence loved boasting about anything he could claim credit for. Hell Lauren had only worked for him for two years now, and by the end of the first year, Lawrence would lecture me on how he had turned Lauren into the world’s next great business tycoon. I smiled during these talks, knowing that Lauren had been capable of anything she wanted long before Lawrence was involved.

Lauren responded to my non-verbal question, “Yeah, it’s a tough situation. I mean, how could it not be? His biological mom died when he was a kid, there must be something with bio-dad for him not to raise him. Marianne considers him her own son, then you’ve got the weirdness of Lawrence and Marianne’s relationship.”

Lauren paused at the end for almost a full minute. For all of his faults, we both liked Lawrence, and I knew she tried not to speak ill of him as her boss. But where she liked Lawrence, she adored Marianne. The woman was beauty, grace, class, and warmth. Moving out here had been hard on Lauren and Marianne had been a great help getting us settled. I didn’t know Marianne nearly as well as Lauren did, but what I did she was good people.

“Lawrence said he plans to make him his successor. How that works with the board I don’t know, but it was weird. He didn’t seem excited. I mean, I know he wants to retire but can’t bring himself to admit he’s old enough and is no longer the great titan building the company from nothing, but it seemed like this was ... I dunno; it was off. No boasts of how great this guy was or how he finally found someone worthy to take over the company he built. Lawrence just said he was keeping the company in the family.”

“I mean, nepotism isn’t always bad”, I rejoined lightly. “It got me out of the Army after all.”

“Haha”, she said in a flat voice. She patted my knee. “You got yourself out of the Army and were going places regardless of your dad.”

She paused again. “Let’s just hope for minimum drama today. There’s enough of that at work with the split and Lawrence hiring his nephew who might be his son.”

“So, does nephew have a name, or do I get to call him wonderboy?”

“Edward”, Lauren responded.

Edward’s POV

They really needed to figure out how to make electric cars worthy of their price tag. What is the point of owning something fast and powerful if you can’t rev the engine to let all the peons know how far beneath you they are? Oh well, at least it looked expensive. That would have to do for now.

I pulled up to the valet station of the club and tossed the fob to the attendant.

“No joyrides, park it away from the other cars, and no selfies”, I said without stopping. It was a Tesla something or other. I had been assured that it was top of the line, very few made, blah blah blah. I wasn’t a nerd who sat and drooled over pictures of mufflers or carburetors. The car was fast, I was assured it was prestigious enough to match my status, and, again, it looked expensive.

Another attendant hurriedly opened the front doors for me as I strode into the club. I paused just inside. Yeah, this place hadn’t changed at all.