Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any events or to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All players are over the age of eighteen unless otherwise stated. If you have a problem with bondage or non-consensual sex, go no further! This story is purely for adult fantasy and entertainment. The author in no way condones violence towards women. Constructive criticism and comments welcome at the end. My special thanks to one of my followers whose imagination helped spark this story! Enjoy!
-BBD
I am sitting on the king sized bed that I share with my husband, Jack, watching him unpack from his trip when my cell phone dings, indicating that I have a text. I look down at my phone. Strangely, it's from Jack's older brother, Alex. I glance at the clock. It's after 11. What could he possibly want at this late hour?
Did my brother make it home safely?
Call and ask him yourself, I reply.
I'm asking you. Have you told him yet?
Told him what? It's too late to be playing games!
Who's playing? I was wondering have you told him what a slut you are when he goes out of town?
What are you talking about? I love Jack! I haven't stepped out on him not once!
Oh no? Are you going to tell him the truth, damselindistress93, or should I?
Jack is in the bathroom now. I slip out the master bedroom and down the hall to the guest room. I immediately call Alex.
"Hey there beautiful. Up for a little online play!"
"Alex," I growl through my teeth, "what the hell?"
"Oh stop it, Aniyah! You know, you really should be more careful about the information you put on your online profile. Besides, you don't seem to mind when we are discussing your fantasies of being bound, gagged, and used!"
"I never spoke to you online in my life!"
He laughs. "Are you sure? My username, Flexman88 wasn't a dead giveaway? You're sure that you're a college graduate, Aniyah, or have you been sampling some of the drugs you give your patients?"
"Stop it!"
"I know all your fantasies, the naughty nurse, the drugged patient, the girl who is kidnapped and sold to a harem, the list goes on and on! I have printed transcripts of everything we have talked about."
"B...b...but why?"
"I needed insurance. Plus, when we're offline, I often jack myself off reading them. You really do have a way with words. You should forget about being a nurse and write erotic fiction. I think you'd be rather good at it."
His coolness is pissing me off.
"Look Alex, name your price! What do you want to keep quiet about this?"
He laughs.
"Oh darling, don't insult my intelligence. I don't need your money. Don't forget, I manage a very hefty hedge fund. I can buy and sell your sexy little ass ten times over! No, I want something else."
"What?"
"You."
"Me? I'm married to your brother!"
"And tell me, when is the last time he gave into your deepest, darkest desires? Before you answer that, when is the last time he made love to you?"
"That's none of your business!" I snarl.
"Oh, but I think it is. Guessing from when you first began chatting with me, I'd say it has been at least a year, because if you were getting what you needed from him, then you wouldn't have sought attention elsewhere."
I gritted my teeth.
"Your silence confirms what I need to know. So, let's stop playing games. I know you're off for the next four days. I want you at my penthouse, tomorrow, at eight o'clock."
"How do you know I don't have plans with Jack?"
"Ha, ha, ha! Aniyah, who are you kidding? I know my brother. He'll find some excuse to work. I don't know why he married you in the first place. You're not his type. You're so soft and sweet. You're nothing but a trophy wife to him."
"Stop it!"
"You're angry because I'm telling the truth! My place, tomorrow, at eight! Oh, and, bring a toothbrush and plenty of clean panties. You'll need them."
The line goes dead in my ear. I shut my phone off and go back down the hall to the master suite. Jack is standing at his bureau undressing.
"Everything alright? I thought I heard you yelling."
"Me? Oh, just some kids playing on the phone, calling and saying goofy things like is your refrigerator running sort of crap," I reply. "Um, are you coming to bed?"
"Yeah. I can't find my red flannel pajamas."
"Uh, why do you need them? We haven't seen each other for two weeks." I sit down on the bed in my black satin robe.
"Aniyah, honey, it was a long flight. I'm very tired. I'll make it up to you this weekend, okay? Ah, found them! They were hiding in the bottom of my drawer!"
He kisses me on the forehead, then goes into the bathroom. I hear him brushing his teeth and gargling. When he comes out he says,
"Is that a new robe?"
"Yes, it is." I stand up and untie the belt. Underneath I'm wearing a short black gown with lace inserts and spaghetti straps. I let the robe fall off my shoulders.
"It's lovely. Goodnight, sweetheart." He gives me a chaste kiss and then rolls over onto his side.
"Goodnight!"
I go into the bathroom and change into a plain night shirt and some of the ugliest but clean panties I have.
I am so wound up that I don't know how or if I get to sleep. I must have, because the next thing I know, I can hear our maid, Cecilia in the bathroom.
"Morning Miss Aniyah! Sorry to wake you on your day off."
"Oh, it's okay. I was having crazy dreams anyway. Ah, is my husband downstairs?"
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, Ma'am, he left as I was coming in. He said to give you this." She hands me a piece of paper. I unfold it.
Aniyah, I had to fly out this morning to see about an emergency with one of our sites on the West Coast. I know I said I'll make it up to you this weekend, but I doubt I'll be home before Monday. I tell you what, we'll fly out to the Bahamas at the end of the month, okay? I love you.
-Jack
"Thank you, Cecilia. I appreciate it."
I hope she can't hear my disappointment.
"Actually, this works out. I'm going to spend a day or two at my sister's house."
"Is everything alright?"
"Oh yeah, it's just that her husband travels like Jack does, and she hates being in their house all alone, so I figured I'd drive up, keep her company while I'm off."
"Sounds lovely, Miss. Breakfast is on the table. In the meantime, I'll clean up in here."
"Thank you."
I'm really not hungry until I see the food. I eat some eggs, toast, fruit, and coffee. I throw on some clothes and take a long walk around our neighborhood. I wonder just what in God's name does Alex have planned for me? Is he really going to tie me up? Is he really going to do the things we talked about? He might. He's that damn freaky.
That evening, I pack a small suitcase and head out to Alex's apartment. He lives in a huge building overlooking the lake. After I park and go in, I give my name to the doorman. He calls upstairs, then he hangs up and smiles at me.
"Go right up, Ma'am. He's expecting you."
"Thank you so much."
I get on the elevator and take it up to the top floor. I glimpse myself in the mirrored walls. I look more like I'm going to a business meeting than going to do God only knows with my horny brother in law. I'm wearing a turquoise blouse with black dress pants and simple black pumps. My dark hair is pulled back into a bun. I have kept my makeup simple.
When the elevator dings for the penthouse, my heart races. I get off and walk to the door. I press the doorbell and wait. The door opens. Alex is standing there in a red smoking jacket, a light blue shirt underneath and black dress pants. Leather slippers are on his feet. I don't know what I expected him to be wearing, dark clothes and a ski mask maybe?
"Right on time, I see. Come in, dear sister-in-law."
"Thank you."
I walk in with my rolling suitcase. Alex closes the door behind me.
"You look nice."
"Thank you," I say, my voice tight.
"Aniyah, relax. I'm not going to throw you to the floor and handcuff you, although it does sound tempting."
He takes my suitcase. "Have a seat. Little champagne?"
He gestures to the two flutes on the marble coffee table.
"Uh, I don't know if I should."
"It's not drugged, I promise you. Oh no, everything we do over these next few days will be consensual, for the most part." He sits next to me and picks up a glass. He brings it to his lips and takes a sip. "See? Totally harmless. Have some. It will relax you."