A cookout with the neighbors turns into much more.
You and I. Together. So he knows what he has done wrong. And he knows that you know."
"How will you do that? What will you do?"
"Tonight is the first part. I really like you, Amelia." His hand gently stroked her tit. She felt hot. "Are you with me? Or with that wanker?" He glanced at the TV, where Mark was spurting his cum over his pants now.
"I'm with you," she breathed. "Karl? That's your name, right? May I call you that?"
"In private, yes. Watching your husband has made me want a bit more. Just suck my cock please, Amelia."
"Yes, Karl." She obeyed him, dropping between his legs, mouth open.
Karl enjoyed the next orgasm, but had asked for it really to ensure that she would obey him, especially with the evidence of her husband's wanking in front of her eyes. It was like she was cuckolding him, but right now, Mark didn't know it. Soon, he would, she guessed.
The next morning, Amelia woke feeling happy. Her money worries were over, and she imagined that life was going to get more interesting.
Karl told her over breakfast, "Don't worry about the house. I'm prepared to pay the whole thing off for you. But on one condition. You have to get Mark to turn ownership over to you completely. Tell him that it is for tax reasons. Does he trust you?"
"Good. I'll have my lawyers draw up a deed of transfer. Make sure Mark understands this. Once he signs it, and the house is yours alone, my company will pay off all outstanding debts. It will seem like a great thing to him. After all, he trusts you."
"I think I can do that."
"Excellent. One more thing. No more sex with Mark. You are mine now. You know about the cameras, so you know I'll know if you try it. Everything is being recorded, don't rely on waiting till I'm asleep. Looks like he likes his Internet porn girls more than you anyway, eh?" he smirked. "Agreed?"
"Agreed, Karl." She bowed her head.
"No slipping away to some place where there aren't cameras either, like some place in the forest. Any trickery like that, and you will regret it. You understand?"
"Karl, I'm yours now," she replied simply. She was motivated by many things in that simple statement. Money. Power. Lust. Having felt Karl inside her last night, felt his raw power, his gentle touches, his ability to make things happen, she gave herself to him completely. She knelt in front of him, and kissed his feet.
"Why are you mine? Just to be certain."
"Well, on the one hand you can destroy everything I have, my house, my car, my job, my marriage. It's obvious to me now. As your PA, I've seen you do it to corporations, to people who stand in your way. On the other hand, if I obey you, if I give myself to you, I will have more money, more possessions, more everything than I was ever going to have at the bottom of the pile." She looked down at the ground.
"Good, my darling. I'm glad we understand each other. Now the cash was impractical, you must admit. Here." He gave a credit card to her. It was made out in her name. You can spend $10,000 a month, and it will be paid off, no questions asked. Over five years, there is your half-million dollars, more in fact. You don't have to tell anyone about it, least of all Mark. Buy for yourself whatever you want, or just get cash out. Kiss it." She did. "Now kiss me." She kissed him on the lips. "Kiss my cock." She went onto her knees and kissed that as well. He smiled. Money, power, sex. It always worked.
He went over to the wall cupboard, came out with a riding crop. "May I whip your ass?" he inquired gently.
"I'm yours, you can do whatever you want." She shrugged off her clothes and bent over, ready for whatever he deemed necessary.
"In that case, it isn't necessary. Stand up. But I will keep this handy for your worthless husband."
"Can I help? Somehow the thought of it turns me on."
"I thought it might.