The Wives of Beverly Row 5: Lust Has a New Address (3 page)

He cried out in pain as the wooden tray shattered into splinters of broken wood.

Zola was gasping for breath. She looked up at Peter. He’d collapsed onto the bed. His ass was bright red and must have been burning with pain. His face was buried in the bed sheets. What was wrong with him? What kind of man wanted things like this?

“My coat,” he said. “Get my coat.” His voice was weak, he was panting.

“Where is it?” Zola said.

“The bottom of the staircase,” he said.

Zola hurried out of the room toward the stairs. She had no idea what he wanted from it. Maybe she’d hit him too hard. Maybe she’d seriously injured him. When she got to the bottom of the stairs the thought suddenly struck her that she could escape. She could run right out the front door and over to Ariel’s. She would be free and safe, but for how long? Eventually she’d have to face Jake, and what would he do to her if she left Peter lying on the bed like this.

She banished the thought of escape from her mind and ran back up the stairs with the coat.

“Okay,” Peter said. He was still lying facedown on the bed. He looked back at her.

She couldn’t help thinking he looked completely pathetic. What was it with this man? He looked like a child who’d just been spanked for being naughty. Zola was used to men like Jake who liked to dominate her. She’d never really experienced a man like Peter before.

“There’s a bottle of lotion in the pocket,” Jake said.

Zola checked the pocket and found the bottle. It was a soothing, baby lotion.

“Pour it onto my ass and rub it in, gently,” he said.

Zola squeezed the bottle over Peter’s ass and let the cool white lotion drip onto his ass cheeks. She could only imagine how soothing it would feel after the spanking he’d just received. She also poured some of the lotion onto her wrist, which was still stinging from all the spanking she’d had to perform.

“Rub it in,” Peter said.

She gently rubbed the lotion all over his ass, trying to soothe the pain that she’d created with the spanking.

“Get it into the anus too,” he said.

She pulled his ass cheeks apart and made sure the lotion got right into his ass crack. She paid particular attention to his anus, making sure she got a lot of lotion onto it.

“Good,” Peter said as she rubbed the lotion into his puckered asshole. “Now finger me.”

Zola looked at him. He was looking back at her over his shoulder.

“What?” she said.

“Finger my asshole,” he said. “Do it.”

She looked down at his ass and spread the cheeks open again. She poured more lotion onto his anus and then, with the index finger of her right hand she began to slide it deep into his tight asshole.

“That’s it,” he said. “Now finger-fuck me. Fuck my asshole.”

Her finger was already deep in his anus but she didn’t move it. She was confused.

“Do it,” Peter cried. “Do it hard, in and out, and fast. Fuck me like a bitch.”

She poured more lotion over the area of his anus and then began sliding her finger all the way in and then all the way out. She slowly drew it out and then pushed it back in. Peter sighed in pleasure.

“Fuck me like a bitch,” he cried again.

She began to slide her long finger in and out of his asshole, faster and faster.

“Call me a bitch,” Peter cried back to her.

“You’re a bitch,” she said. She felt silly but she didn’t care. She was going to do whatever she was told. She didn’t care how she felt. “You’re a slutty, fucking bitch,” she said.

“Yes,” Peter cried. He was squirming against the sheets, rubbing his cock against them. This was what he liked.

“You fucking slut,” Zola said as she continued to pump her finger in and out of Peter’s ass.

“Stop,” Peter cried suddenly.

Judging from the way he got up from the bed, she figured he’d demanded she stop because he was about to orgasm and didn’t want to yet.

He got up on his knees and turned to face her. His penis was right in front of her and it was throbbing with each pulse of his heart. He was on the verge of orgasm.

“Come here,” he said to her.

She got in front of him.

“Reach between my legs and put your finger back in my ass, slowly,” he said.

She did as he asked and put her hand through his legs so that she could reach his asshole. Then she slid her finger back into his lubed anus. His cock throbbed when her finger slid in.

“Get down beneath me,” he said to her.

He wanted her face beneath his cock and she knew it was so that he could jizz on her. She lowered herself so that her face was down below his penis. She looked up at him.

“Fuck my ass,” he said. “Keep fucking it, and open your mouth.”

She looked up at him and opened her mouth like she was desperately waiting for water from a well. Each time she slid her finger into his anus, his cock throbbed and jerked up like it had been shocked with electricity.

“That’s it,” he said. “Do it faster.”

She ran her finger up and down, in and out of his asshole and his cock began to pulse up and down. It was almost as if his cock was in some way connected to his asshole, which she supposed it was. It was perfectly normal for stimulation on one part of the body to affect another.

“Keep doing that,” Peter gasped as she continued to drive her finger up into his anus. “And open your mouth, wider, wider,” he gasped.

Zola strained to open her mouth as wide as she could. She looked up at him and drove her finger up deep into his tight asshole. The spasm in his cock that followed was bigger than the others.

“Oh God,” Peter cried out.

She drove her finger up harder than ever. Peter’s cock literally jerked up and he gasped as if he was going to die. Zola didn’t know what was going to happen.

“Jesus Christ,” he called out.

She drove her finger up again and this time, as his cock jolted in muscular contraction, a long string of sticky semen squirted out of it and sprayed across her face. It landed on her cheek, just below her eye.

“Oh God,” Peter cried out again and took a hold of his cock so that he could direct it at Zola’s mouth.

She drove her finger up into his anus again and another stream of sperm flew from the tip of his cock. This time it landed across her mouth. Some of it landed on her lips, the rest went into her mouth and down onto her tongue.

Zola moaned as if she was enjoying it. She wasn’t. She smiled at him and she could see that the look of pleasure on his face was excruciating. As she continued to slide her finger deep into his asshole, he squirted more and more semen all over her face, in her mouth, on her eyes, on her lips. When he finally stopped squirting sperm on her, she let her hand fall from his asshole.

“That’s my girl,” he said. “Lick it all up.”

She ran her tongue over her lips and caught the sperm that was on them and brought it into her mouth.

“Show me,” he said, looking down at her.

She opened her mouth and let him see all of the semen that was in her mouth. She put it on her tongue and stuck it out so that he could see his semen sitting there in a pile on her tongue.

“Oh, that’s my girl,” he said.

He reached down and wiped the sperm from her eyes.

“That’s my good girl. Swallow what I gave you. That’s a good girl,” he said.

She swallowed the sperm. It had a strange, metallic taste. Then she wiped her face on the sheets.

Peter suddenly seemed to be in a great hurry to leave. He got down from the bed and started getting dressed.

“Next time I’ll give you more pleasure,” he said. “I’ll fuck your cunt. I’ll eat it. I promise.”

Zola nodded, although that was the last thing she wanted from him. He finished getting dressed and then left the room. She listened as he descended the stairs and went out the front door.

Zola only realized how tense she’d been when she heard the front door close behind him. Then she started gasping for air, the relief that he’d gone flooding over her all at once. Tears flowed down her face. She hadn’t realized just how scared she’d been till Peter was gone. Now the tears flowed freely and they wouldn’t stop.

As she lay there, her face sticky with Peter’s cum, his taste still in her mouth, she knew that she had to do something to change her life. She had to take action.

III

A
FTER A LONG, HOT BATH
and a lot of tears, Zola finally felt ready to leave the house. While she’d been getting ready she jumped in fright every time she even thought she heard a sound at the door. She was terrified that another of Jake’s friends would drop by and pay her a visit. She knew she couldn’t go on with her life like that.

She did her best with her makeup to hide the fact that she’d just spent the last hour crying. She wore dark glasses and a scarf when she left the house. She looked like a famous actress who was trying hard not to be recognized.

Despite all of her efforts, as soon as Ariel opened the front door, Zola began crying all over again.

“Oh my God, Zola, what happened?”

Ariel was so confused. She’d seen Zola just two hours earlier and now here she was, a completely different woman to the one she’d left earlier.

“Oh, Ariel, you won’t believe what I’ve just been through.”

Ariel could tell that Zola was in shock. She was crying hysterically as she brought her through the house to the kitchen.

“Calm down, dear,” Ariel was saying. “You’re safe now. Nothing can happen to you while you’re here.”

Zola tried to get a hold of herself. She took deep breaths and fought back the urge to give in to her feelings.

“Tell me what happened,” Ariel said. “I want to know everything.”

“It was just after you left,” Zola said.

“What was?”

“One of Jake’s friends paid me a
visit
.”

“A visit?”

“Yes.”

“Zola, what are you saying?”

“Jake, he told his friends that they could pay me a visit whenever they wanted.”

“Oh, Zola!”

“He said that if they ever wanted to fuck me, all they had to do was come to our house and I would have to let them.”

“Oh my God,” Ariel said. “Zola, that’s terrible. He can’t do that.”

“He has done that.”

“So one of his friends just dropped by?”

“Yes,” Zola said, her eyes filling with fresh tears at the thought of it.

“Oh, God,” Ariel suddenly gasped. “I saw a car pull up your driveway just as I was leaving.”

“That was him,” Zola said, “that was Peter, Jake’s friend.”

“I can’t believe it,” Ariel said. “I should have done something.”

“What could you have done?” Zola said. “You didn’t know what he was going to do.”

Ariel was shaking her head. “What did he do to you?”

Zola took a deep breath.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Ariel said. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

“He made me finger his asshole while he came on my face,” Zola said.

Ariel went pale as the meaning of the words sunk in. Zola burst into tears again and this time Ariel joined her. She couldn’t believe that something like that could have happened to Zola since she’d been on her front porch that morning. It was beyond comprehension. What sort of a world did they live in? What sort of world did Jake Medeiros think
he
lived in?
Something
had to be done.

Thinking about it made Ariel so angry. She couldn’t accept that Jake was able to get away with treating Zola like that. It was as if everything he did was purposely designed to make her life more miserable. What was it about him? He almost seemed to enjoy her humiliation as much as he liked having sex.

“We have to get even with him,” Ariel said.

Zola looked up at her. She seemed afraid. “What do you mean?” she said.

“We have to do something, Zola. We have to do something to
him
, to show him that he can’t get away with this sort of thing anymore.”

“Ariel, please don’t get me in trouble. My life is hard enough already. I don’t want to do anything that will make it more difficult.”

“I know you’re afraid,” Ariel said. She completely understood Zola’s fears. She knew what it was like to be stuck in a marriage that was going wrong. She knew what it was like to feel helpless and alone and afraid all the time.

“Afraid doesn’t even begin to describe it,” Zola said. “I’m terrified, Ariel. I’m absolutely terrified. I rely on Jake for everything. If I were to stand up to him, he’d destroy me. I know he would. I’d be left with nothing. I’d be out on the street, I’d have less even than I had before I married him.”

“Zola, I understand your fears. Believe me I do. I promise not to get you into a situation that makes your life worse than it is now.”

“Maybe we should stop talking about getting even with Jake. Maybe I should just get through things as best I can, put up with them.”

Ariel looked at Zola. She really did understand her fears. Zola’s situation was pretty unbearable, Jake’s friends were going to start screwing her whenever they felt like it, it would be hell. But even still, she understood Zola’s need to keep going, to satisfy Jake and keep him happy. Fear didn’t always make sense but it was real and it was pointless to ignore it. If she wanted Zola to get even with Jake, she was going to have to come up with a plan that Zola would be able to live with. She was going to have to come up with a way for Zola to get even with Jake and still come out ahead.

“What if I came up with a plan?” Ariel said.

“Please,” Zola said. “I know you’re just trying to help me, Ariel. And I truly appreciate your support in all of this. But maybe the best thing for me to do right now is get used to the reality of my life and come up with coping mechanisms, things that will help me survive in this new reality.”

“Just hear me out,” Ariel said. “What if I was to come up with some way that would teach Jake a lesson, but that wouldn’t make your life any worse?”

“Like what?” Zola said.

Ariel shook her head. She had no idea what the plan was going to be. She had no idea where to even start. But she knew one thing. She was determined. She would come up with
something
.

IV

V
ERONICA SURVEYED THE BUILDING.
She was standing in the middle of the space, the signed lease in her hand, and was imagining all of the possibilities for her new project. She’d signed a three-year lease with an option to renew for another three. Hank had generously agreed to pay the rent for the first few months till the business was up and running.