HER MOANS

They did not sleep much that night. When they finally reached for each other in the dark, the sex was rough and desperate. Steve pushed inside her with a groan that sounded like pain. Sugar wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper, her nails digging into his back.

They moved together like people trying to burn something out of their bodies. She came first, crying out against his shoulder. He followed moments later, buried as deep as he could go, his face pressed into her neck. Afterward they lay tangled and silent, both of them knowing the decision had already been made.

At twenty minutes to nine the next morning they stood again in front of the grey building. Sugar’s hand stayed in his, tighter than the day before. Neither of them had eaten.

Miss Harlow opened the door on the top floor and looked at them both with the same cool expression she had worn the previous day.

“Mr. Steel is expecting you.”

Rufus stood by the window this time. He turned as they entered, and the smallest smile touched his mouth when he saw their faces.

“You have decided?” He asked, but It was more of a statement than a question.

Steve forced the words, that tasted so bitter out. “She will do it.”

Rufus walked closer. He stopped in front of Sugar first and studied her the way a man might study something he had just acquired. Then he looked at Steve.

“Good. From this moment, when I call for her, she comes. You do not argue or follow her, expect I say so.” He gave his orders, while Steve nodded.

“So you will wait at home like a good husband and take whatever version of her I send back to you.” He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Sugar’s cheek with the back of his fingers. Steve’s hands curled into fists at his sides, but he stayed still.

“Stay here,” Rufus said to Sugar. Then he looked at Steve. “You will wait outside. Miss Harlow will show you to the hallway. I want a private word with your wife.”

Steve’s whole body went rigid. Sugar’s hand squeezed his once, hard, then let go.

“Go,” she whispered. “I will be fine.”

He turned and walked out. Miss Harlow closed the door behind him with a soft, final click. Steve stood in the hallway, his back pressed against the wall, staring at the closed door.

At first there was only silence. Then he heard Rufus’s voice, low and calm, too muffled to make out the words. A moment later he heard Sugar answer, her voice smaller than usual.

Inside the office Rufus had moved closer to her. He told her to stand. When she did, he walked around her slowly, looking her over without touching her yet. He asked if she understood what she had agreed to. Sugar nodded, but her breathing had already changed.

Then his hand slid down to the front of her shirt, he unbuttoned the first two buttons without asking. When his fingers brushed the top of her breast she made a small sound she could not hold back… Rufus smiled slightly and continued without a word.

He cupped her boobs, through her bra, then pushed it aside and rolled her nipple between his fingers. Sugar closed her eyes in ecstasy, moaning loudly in pleasure.

In the hallway Steve heard it clearly. His stomach twisted and his traitorous dick began to harden inside his trousers. He tried to ignore it, but failed.

The moaning continued, longer this time. Steve’s hand moved before he could stop it. He pressed his palm against the front of his trousers, then unzipped them with shaking fingers. He pulled his cock out and wrapped his hand around it, stroking slowly at first while he stared at the closed door.

Miss Harlow walked a few steps closer in the hallway, she watched him without speaking. Her eyes moved from his face down to his hand moving on his dick, then back up again. She simply observed him the same way she had observed him the day before when she measured him.

Inside the office Rufus’s hand slid lower, over Sugar’s stomach, then down between her thighs. He pressed his fingers against her through her skirt and found her already wet. When he rubbed slowly, Sugar’s head fell back and a longer, broken moan filled the room. The sound reached Steve clearly. His hand moved faster. He bit down on his lower lip to keep quiet, but a low, strained sound still escaped him.

Miss Harlow’s gaze stayed on him. She shifted her weight slightly and continued watching as Steve stroked himself harder, his hips beginning to push forward into his own fist. Another helpless moan from Sugar came through the door. Steve’s eyes squeezed shut. His hand worked faster. The shame of being watched by Miss Harlow while he listened to his wife mixed with the raw heat of the sounds until he could no longer hold back.

He came with a stifled groan, spilling over his fingers and onto the hallway carpet. His legs trembled. He kept his eyes closed for several seconds, breathing hard, before he forced them open again. Miss Harlow was still watching him. Her expression had not changed, but there was heavy beads of sweat on her face. She simply reached into her pocket, took out a clean tissue, and held it out to him without a word.

Steve took it with a shaking hand and cleaned himself as best he could. He tucked his cock away and zipped up his trousers. The wet spot on the carpet remained.

After several more long minutes the sounds inside the office softened. The door opened. Sugar stepped out first. Her blouse was buttoned again, but her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright.

She did not look at Steve right away. Miss Harlow stood behind her, expression unchanged, as if she had not just watched her husband finish himself in the hallway.

Rufus appeared in the doorway last. He looked at Steve with calm satisfaction.

“Tonight at nine,” he said. “She knows where to come. You will stay home and wait.”