Ricochet by Ashley Haynes

her stretched clit, until she screamed
her way through an orgasm. She was definitely a screamer. He slowly pulled out
his hand as she whimpered. There was a streak of blood across his wrist where
her skin had torn to accommodate his fist. He licked it off, climbed up her
body, and spit it directly into her mouth. I accidentally let out a small
laugh. This was ridiculous. He looked at me and held a finger to his lips. She
showed me her middle finger behind his back.
    Cash
climbed over her to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube out of the top
drawer. Claire flipped onto her stomach, pushing her ass into the air. He laid
a firm smack across it before squeezing lube into his hand. He rubbed it over
her ass, and she gasped when he popped a finger into her asshole. He unbuttoned
his jeans and slid them off, kicking them off the bed. He pulled his cock out
the top of his boxers and rubbed it down with lube. She dug her hands into the
mattress as he forced himself inside of her. He wrapped his hands around her
throat, and choked her and pumped his dick into her ass until he came rather
unceremoniously.
    He
unhooked her necklace, and dropped it on the nightstand.
    “Thanks
a lot, asshole, I’m not going to be able to fuck right for a week,” she
exclaimed.
    “That’s
kind of the point,” he retorted, laughing. I cleared my throat. I’m starting to
see that the necklace marks the beginning and end of her obedience. Cash pulled
his jeans back on, and helped Claire remove the rest of the clothespins. She
wriggled back into her dress and turned to me.
    “So
that was fun, huh?” she asked, sarcastically.
    “Sure,”
I dismissed.
    “So,
do you...” she held her fingers up to her mouth in a V and flicked her tongue between
them.
    “No
thank you,” I replied.
    She
wrapped her arm around my shoulder and pulled me into her. “Cash,” she said,
“we need to get her liquored up and show her a good time. The three of us could
have a lot of fun.” I pulled away from her and stood up.
    “Aw.
You’re no fun. Well, we’ll cuddle later. I have shit to do. Later bitches. Text
me about next week,” she said as she walked out.   I walked towards Cash, and he backed
away.
    “Let
me go take a shower. We can talk afterwards,” he said. My stomach turned.
    I
went into Cash’s room and sat on the edge of his bed. I never wanted him to
talk to me like that. Ever. Claire seemed to be into it. I almost found it
comical. It was odd to me that he had an aversion to me calling him “sir” in
bed, but demanded it from her. I wondered if he still loved her. If this was
some twisted, perverse way to still be with her and to make her pay for hurting
him. I walk out into the kitchen and pour myself a drink. Cash sneaks up behind
me.
    “It’s
not even noon yet,” he whispered in my ear, stealing the glass from my hand and
setting it on the counter.
    “I
just watched you do coke. Don’t think for a second you’re in any position to
question what substances I put into my body,” I scold, grabbing the glass and
chugging the whiskey inside.
    “I
only do that with Claire. It gets me pumped for the scene. You haven’t fucked
until you’ve fucked on coke,” he explained.
    “I
would probably have to be high to be into half that shit too, I mean, fuck,” I
uttered. Cash’s face flushed red.
    “Yeah,”
he replied, “That got a little, uh, intense.”
    “The
hardest part for me to sit through was the way you talked to her. The rest… I
mean… I might not want it done to me, but to each their own. But the way you
talked to her… I never want you to talk to me like that,” I quavered.
    “And
I promise I never, ever will. That’s just kind of our dynamic. She gets off on
being degraded. I get off on degrading her,” he explained. It left a bad taste
in my mouth.
    “There’s
probably something deeply, fundamentally wrong with that. Like.
Psychologically,” I reported.
    “Maybe,”
he said, “but it’s not hurting