In Passing

"I guess I don't really have a choice do I," I said, an ache forming in my chest, so intense I felt I was being stabbed.

"I'm sorry. I don't even know what to fucking say."

"Neither do I. She said she'd give me a couple days to think about it. But what's the point. Not gonna change anything. It is what it is."

"Are you going now?"

"Might as well. Can I punch a tree and choke myself first?"

"This is really shitty..."

"Yeah tell me about it."

"I'll be here when you get back."

"Really dude?" I said and shook my head, leaving the tent. I took a deep breath and slowly went to her tent, not even bothering to announce myself as I went in.

"So, you've made your choice?"

"You're not gonna go back on your word?" I asked, not looking at her, and started to unbutton my shirt.

I smiled, watching him as he took his shirt off. "Not a chance." I said and walked slowly towards him. "Try not to be too angry about the situation, Brendan."

"Why shouldn't I be?" I asked, moving away from her when she tried to touch me, and finished taking my shirt off, tossing it onto the floor.

"Because you're doing this for your wife. She really does seem like a nice girl."

"Don't talk about her. Ever. Especially not when you're forcing me to be here doing this shit. I'm not here because I want to be, and I'm not going to enjoy it. I'm only here to fuck you so you don't have her and the rest of my family murdered. Don't act like this is anything different than that. Capiche?" 

I smirked and went to him running my index finger down his shoulder. "Oh, sweetheart. I'll do whatever I want. That should be obvious now, shouldn't it?"

I glared at her. "Don't fuck with me anymore than you already have. You have me here, just like you want. We are not going to talk about my wife, understand?" I said and started to unbutton my pants. I just wanted to get this the fuck over with. I already felt like I was going to vomit.

"I don't think you're understanding this very well. You're giving yourself to me, that's true. But I won't put up with your attitude. Do we understand each other?" I smiled "If you decide to keep it up, I'll have your brother in law shot. Tonight." I moved my hands to his pants and started to push them down slowly. "I want your full cooperation, darling."

It took everything in me and then some not to shove her fucking hands away. "If you don't want my attitude, quit talking about my wife. Please. I'm giving myself to you with the understanding that you'll leave her alone. I'll cooperate... fully... if you leave it between me and you. I don't do well with getting my temper pushed, and it's been pushed enough already."

"All you had to do was ask nicely. Yes, I'll leave her name out of it." I told him "You really should try to relax. I know I'm asking a lot from you but it could make things...easier."

Stupid fucking cunt, I hope you burn in hell, I thought to myself. "Nothing is going to make this easier," I said and barely contained my cringe when she pushed my pants and boxers down. I kicked my shoes off and grit my teeth as I pulled my legs from my pants. 

I had already changed into my night robes before he came to see me, I untied the sash at my waist and let them fall from my shoulders. I slowly dropped to my knees, which I usually didn't do but since he was having a fairly difficult time I figured it would be best if I made the first move. I reached and took him in my hand, stroking hm slowly.

I dug my nails into my palms, not showing any reaction on my face, as my body betrayed me, my cock slowly getting hard at her touch. Fuck, really, you have to act this way now? I thought to it, but not like that would do any good. 

"That's better." I smirked and slowly moved my mouth over him. I knew he wanted to fight it, they all usually did.

I didn't look down at her as she sucked me off, my cock getting harder in her mouth. I stared at the wall, digging my nails harder into my palms.