“Remember what I said. Follow orders, or I’ll kill your wife and dump her in St Kilda Bay.”
Derek swore and kept moving his fist up and down his shaft.
“Think about the answer to this next question very carefully. What would you do for the woman you love, Mr Hardiman?”
“Anything,” he hissed through his teeth. “Fuckin’ anything.”
“So, make yourself come, you selfish, arrogant prick.”
Derek’s chest was tight as a drum, his hands and feet cold with anger. He worked robotically, pumping himself like he was turning a crank.
“Pathetic,”the robot said.“I think you need a little inspiration.”
Like magic, the wide-screen TV behind the tripod turned on, and he saw a video of Mara. She was fully naked and rubbing a vibrator between her legs. Her eyes were closed, and she was sucking a dildo, the thick flesh so realistic that for a second, Derek thought she was actually cheating, and black stars popped behind his eyes.
“Your wife’s having a lot of fun with our toys,”the robot said.“Does that turn you on, Mr Hardiman? Do you think you can come now?”
Derek looked at his phone screen, at the shadowy figure watching, and he let himself believe it. It was all real. Mara was in danger. Mara was being forced to make herself come in front of other men, and this was what he had to do to save her. He’d have footage of himself jerking off all over the internet forever.His public persona would be destroyed, and everyone he knew would watch the video. He accepted all of it, and as he began to pull and stroke himself like he did when he was alone, his mind went blank, and his body relaxed. He felt so high, like he’d taken three caps of E.
“Jesus,” he said, letting his head roll back on his neck. “Fucking hell.”
“That’s it,”cooed the robot.“Harder now. I want to see you COME.”
Derek obeyed, gripping himself tight and pulling his fist across his aching flesh. “I’ll come for you,” he told the robot. “Just you fucking wait.”
“I know you will. Spit in your hand. Make it all shiny-wet for me, Derek.”
“You’re a fucking pervert,” he groaned as he did exactly what he was asked.
“You’re one to talk. I heard you and your slut wife have a sex room. That’s disgusting. You’re both disgusting. Look at her, now.”
Derek stared at the TV. Mara was riding the leather saddle horse he’d bought when they first got a house together. She had a sparkling blue buttplug in her ass and clamps on her nipples, and she was coming, moaning and writhing as the seat vibrated her pussy. Derek burst everywhere, hot come pumping across his chest and down his fist. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck….”
“Good boy.”
Derek screwed his eyes shut, somehow still coming. “Fuck you—oh Jesus… oh fuck…”
“Good boy.”The robot repeated.“You’re even better at following orders than your whore of a wife.”
Covered in sweat and come and shaking from head to toe, Derek peeled his eyes apart. “Give her back to me. Right now.”
“I will. First, I have to upload this footage. When I’ve done that, you can have her. If we can even manage to tear her off that vibrating cock.”
“Fuck you?—”
“You’ll get your wife back in an hour or so. Go mop up.”
His phone went black, and one of the strangest, hottest experiences of Derek’s life ended.
4
Derek was wrung out worse than a sponge. Twenty minutes after he’d gotten off in front of his phone, the doorbell rang. He sprinted downstairs and found Mara at the entrance, perfect and pretty in a summer dress, carrying a bottle of Dom Perignon.
“Happy anniver—” was all she managed to get out before he threw her up against a wall and went to war on her pussy. He took her with a fury that shocked him, not once, but over and over again. His dick didn’t want to go down. They ended up going at it for hours, on their living room floor, on their kitchen counter, in the shower. He hadn’t fucked that way since he and Mara were back in high school. It was after midnight when he was done, and they ordered pizza and got in the hot tub with the champagne.
Mara had explained a little of the scene’s technicalities between bouts, but in the bubbling water, he got the whole story. Beth was indeed the Kiwi stranger. Mara knew she could have used voice-to-text the whole time, but she’d wanted him to get the shock of thinking someone really had taken her.
“You’re evil,” he told his wife.
