Mack pulled Ash down on the bed and pushed him onto his back. Climbing up on top of him and straddling his body with hers, she pressed her palms against the planes of his hard chest. She began to slide her hands down his chest just as he reached up and found her hard nipples with his fingers. Mack let out a groan and a gasp and then while rubbing her pussy against him, she bent over and lowered one of her breasts to his waiting mouth. She actually cried out loudly when she felt his wet tongue slide slowly around one of her nipples as then his hand wrapped itself around the full mound and he sucked as much of it as he could get into his mouth. Once he had it in between his lips, he used everything at his disposal to cause her pussy to once again become drenched, this time leaving the wet spot against his hot flesh.

She finally pulled her breast from his mouth and continued her assault of his sexy body. She tweaked and twirled his nipples between her lips and teeth before kissing her way down his six-pack abs and finally reaching the tip of his hard shaft. She licked across it, tasting how excited he was. Then she opened her mouth and began to work her tongue around his hard shaft as she sucked it in as deeply as she could take it. She felt him shudder all over each time she worked her way down to his balls, letting the tip of his cock rest in the back of her throat before releasing the suction and licking her way back up. He was groaning and squirming underneath her, his hands tangled up in her long hair, pulling so hard that it hurt. His body was tense all over after she sucked, licked, and played with him with her fingers for a while, and she knew he was on the edge of coming...but she let him decide how he wanted it and she wasn’t surprised when he began to swell in her mouth and with a loud grunt, he pulled her mouth off his cock.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, Jesus fuck, you’re so good at that.”

She looked up at him underneath her lashes and smiled. “I need you to fuck me now,” she said.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea how much I fucking need that.” He reached down and took her underneath the arms, pulling her up on top of him. She sat straight up, and he reached up and took her breasts into his hands again. Mack pushed up on her knees and used one of her hands to guide his thick cock to her pussy before looking him in the eyes and slowly impaling herself on it. He felt so good, sliding into her inch by inch...filling her up. She knew that if she lived to be a hundred, she’d never feel anything as good as making love to Ash felt. She never wanted another man to touch her...ever. She wanted to die with him inside of her. As she slid up and down on him, he used his hands to grip onto her butt and hips, moving her up and down and flexing his hips to meet her each time. She liked watching his face. She loved hearing and seeing how much he loved to be with her. She fed off the desire, the lust, and the ecstasy in his eyes when he looked at her. He let her ride him for a while and when she felt his body begin to tense up again, he grabbed her butt and rolled her over onto her back. She opened her legs wider, wrapped them around his waist, and locked her feet behind him. Ash slid his hands underneath her butt and tipped her hips up at an angle where each time he plunged into her, he hit her G-spot and made her scream. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and he fucked her wildly until at last they were screaming out in unison as they had their last orgasms as single people...forever...together—or so they both thought.

Ash finally left...with much protest...and Mack took a shower, had a snack, and then just spent some time lying on her couch, thinking about calling him and telling him to come back. She resisted as long as she could, and she was just beginning to send him a text around midnight when there was a knock at her door. She tossed the phone on the kitchen island before rushing to the door and throwing it open with a huge smile on her face. The smile fell quickly, and as soon as she’d opened the door, she tried to close it...but it was too late.

Her boss Phil, reeking of alcohol and wearing a look that frightened her to her very core, grabbed the door and pushed it back at her...almost knocking her on her ass as he did. “What is wrong with you?” she spat at him. She should have quit her job weeks ago...the first time he touched her inappropriately. She thought going to his wife would help, but obviously it hadn’t. This was it, though, she was done. “You need to leave, right now! Ash is here, he’s in the bedroom...”

He slammed the door behind him and when he reached to lock it she felt a tremor of fear run through her like nothing she’d ever felt before. “No, you little liar, Asher is not here. He’s at the Plaza with his big thug of a friend and he’s having one hell of a good time without you. I thought about you being here...all alone...”

Mack backed up further into the living room. She was trying to get to her phone. “Phil, you don’t want to do this...” She thought she’d try to be nice, reason with him. Surely he’d have to see how wrong this was.

He smiled, and her stomach turned as his eyes roamed her body. She was in her nightclothes now, a long t-shirt and underwear. She crossed her arms over her breasts and kept backing up. “Oh yes, Mackenzie...I do want to do this. I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.”

Mackenzie reached the island between the living room and the kitchen and she reached back behind her, breathing a sigh of relief when she felt the phone in her hand. Phil saw it and before she was able to press 911 or even Ash’s number, he dove toward her and ripped it from her hand. She opened her mouth to scream, but he immediately covered it with his hand. With his mouth pressed up against her ear he said:

“Listen to me, you little bitch. We’re doing this...and you’re going to enjoy it. You’re going to love it, and you’re not going to feel even a little bit guilty about it either.” He was lying on top of her and his hand was still covering her mouth and part of her nose, and she could hardly breathe. He slid his free hand down his side and into his pocket and she watched him pull out his phone. “I’m going to show you something. Watch...carefully.”

He pressed a few buttons and a video appeared. He pressed play and the blonde (the one she’d just seen at the coffee shop in the present day) came into view. She was naked, at least from the waist up where Mack could see. She was sitting on her knees and the camera panned over to show what she was sitting on. Mack could taste the bile in the back of her throat. She was completely naked, and on a bed, in what looked like a nice hotel room...and she was straddling Ash. He was naked too and he had his hands on her hips. He was looking up, but not at the blonde. It was like he was there...but not really there. His eyes looked glazed over, like he was drunk...or high. The blonde was riding his cock and she looked like she was loving it.

“That girl is a good friend of mine. She’s fucking your fiancé, and in a few minutes, he’s going to come inside of her. Look closely at her neck.” The blonde had her hair tossed back and Mack could see bruises on the girl’s neck...like fingerprint bruises. She started trying to shake her head. Ash would never do that. He’d never hurt a woman. “Oh, you think he wouldn’t hurt a woman, huh? He’s such a gentleman? Whatever. He’s a fucking pussy. All it took to get him to choke her was a little bit of Ecstasy and some encouraging words. I’m sparing you the choking video...but I’d be happy to show you, if you like. That’s the one my friend Sammy there will be taking to the cops when she reports the rape.”

Mack twisted and turned and tried to buck him off. He seemed to enjoy it...and he just let her wear herself out. When she did he said, “She’ll wait until the drugs are out of his system to go to the cops, so no worries that you or he will be able to say he was drugged. When he wakes up, he won’t remember any of this, or if he does, his memories will be distorted, so in court, he won’t be able to even defend himself. He and his friend consumed a lot of alcohol earlier in the evening and there are plenty of witnesses to that. I’m going to move my hand. If you scream, I’ll bash your head into the floor until you stop, got it?” She nodded. He moved his hand, and she had to suck hard to get a breath into her lungs and it burned. With tears streaming down her face she said:

“Why, Phil? Why would you do all of this?”

He smiled again. His face was so close to hers that she could smell what he had for dinner, and it was making her sick. “You went and spoke to my wife. You told her that I was ‘touching you inappropriately’ and that I was ‘pressuring’ you to have sex.”

“She told you this?”

“Of course she told me. We’ve been married for thirty years. We’re like one person.”

“So, this is revenge?” Mack hated that the fear she felt was evident in her voice.

“No... This...is going to be the greatest weekend of your life.”

“Weekend?” Mack felt the panic welling up inside of her. “No...I’m getting married tomorrow...”

“No, you’re not. You see, my wife, my other half...my business partner...is filing for divorce. She’s going to take me to the cleaners. She’s going to take every fucking thing, because of what you told her. So, if I’m losing my wife, my family, my way of life...you’re losing yours too. Me and you, we’re going on a trip, baby. It was an anniversary trip I had planned for the wife, but she’s refusing to go now. I need a vacation...and I need to be inside your wet pussy all weekend. You owe me.”

“No. You’re insane.”

He smiled again. “Maybe. But you’ll do this.”

“No, I won’t.”

He put his hand on her throat, but he just rested it there, he didn’t squeeze. Then he said, “You’re going to be my little sex slave all weekend long. You’re going to satisfy my every need...”

“No!” she said again.

“...and if at any time during that weekend, you reach out to Asher Bennett IV, or the police, my little friend Sammy will be on her way to the police station to report her rape, and show them that video. Did I mention Sammy is barely eighteen years old? Oh...and she works in the mail room at Bennett Textiles? It seems Asher IV has been coming on to her. She tried to fight off his advances, but tonight they met in the hotel bar while he and his motorcycle pig of a friend were out drinking and carousing. He tried to get her drunk and invited her up to his room...she tried to refuse, but he told her he’d have her fired. Sammy comes from a very poor family. She lucked into that job...and she needs it, badly. Poor thing, she just didn’t have any other choice...”

“You’re sick. You won’t get away with this. I’m expected at a wedding tomorrow with three hundred guests...”

“You’ll call your maid of honor in the morning when we’re on the plane, well on our way. You’ll tell her to deliver a message to your jilted and likely very hung-over groom.”

Mack was in full panic mode. He couldn’t do this...could he? Would the police really believe Ash raped that girl? Where was Steve? He could be Ash’s witness... “You can’t get away with this. Steve will tell them the truth...” He chuckled as the words came out of her mouth. He pressed another video on his phone. It was Steve, Sledge, his big body on the floor of his hotel room, fully clothed and sleeping...or more likely passed out...dead to the world. “Fine then, I’ll just tell Ash the truth. He’ll kill you for putting a finger on me...”

He had the nerve to smile again. “Sure, it’s all up to you at this point, Mackenzie. Do you and I go to Aruba and have the time of our lives...live out my fantasies...or would you like to call Ash right now and see him either end up in prison for raping that young girl...or for the assault you’re so sure he’ll make on me?”

The answer to that question had been a resounding no on both counts. She couldn’t live with knowing that she’d chosen to save herself and ruin his life. So, she didn’t. She went to Aruba and lived a nightmare unlike anything she imagined existed up to that point...and by the time she got back to New York only a few days later, Ash was gone. He’d gone home with Sledge...and Mack had spent the next five years piecing together her life. She’d had it somewhat together...in a fragile state, but together nonetheless...until Asher III passed away, Ash came home, Charlie ran away...and Mack came face to face with the bitch that cashed in on ruining their lives. Now she stood in the center of her living room, trying to catch her breath and wondering if maybe it was all part of the grand plan. Maybe they were all signs pointing to what she needed to do...what she should have done years before. Maybe it was finally time to come clean...and then maybe, just maybe she could find some kind of normalcy again. Maybe she could finally be happy at last.