Dominating Iris

Broken

"Let's go to my room." Jace took her hand and pulled her away from the rails.

She went inside with him to a suite on the upper deck without trepidation. If Alex can play around, she can too.

As soon as they got in the room, Jace started kissing her neck and removed her cape. His hand went straight to her sensitive part and found its way in. He carried her onto the bed and spread her legs apart, then pulled down his pants. He was hard-ready and quickly slid on a condom.

Amanda was surprised that he was going to take her without kink or foreplay— too vanilla for her tastes, but she didn't complain.

He rocked on her, she moaned and squirmed under his weight. She let him have his way, without real enjoyment. Her fake moans helped him come in no time— just like game night, she recalled.

Before he could even begin another round of making out, she decided to nip it at the bud.

"I have to get back, Alex's exhibit will open soon and I have to be there." She said as she got out of bed and grabbed her cape.

"I'll go with you," he said.

"No, I can't be seen with you." She flashed a sly smile at him and winked— anything to get away from him. "Thanks for warming up my afternoon, Jace. See you around."

He smiled back, cocky and proud. "See you around, Iris."

She scurried down the stairs and rushed toward the exhibit hall. The stanchions were closed and the ribbon still uncut. She breathed a sigh of relief that she wasn't late, and checked if Alex was anywhere inside. The hall looked empty, so she turned to go back to the event, until she heard a moan— a woman's ecstatic moan.

The drum beats on her chest told her to leave, but her stupid head wanted to see who it was.

She inched along the wall and glimpsed a woman on the floor, her face hidden by a long platinum blonde wig. She was hogtied and taken from behind by none other than Alex.

Shaken up by the scene, Amanda darted away and ran towards the pool deck, her face awash with tears.

"Can I have a double straight, no ice please?" she said to the bartender between sobs, and sat on the bar stool.

"Are you okay, Iris?" Superman the bartender asked her. "I mean— I can see you're not okay, but... okay, I'll get your drink." He placed the whiskey glass before her and poured in more than a double shot of single malt.

"Thanks," she said and drank the quaff. "I'm okay, Superman— just being stupid right now, but I'll be fine." She laughed, but tears fell in torrents on her cheeks. "I didn't want to fall in love, you know, but I still fell. I'm such a stupid klutz!" she said.

"No, you're not. Okay, you may be a klutz, but you're not stupid. Are you referring to Alex?"

"Yes," she mumbled.

"It's okay to not be okay, you know. Our lifestyle can be so liberating, it takes you so high, but it can also take you down. We fall in love and fall out of it— but not without a scratch. Life hurts, Iris, and love hurts like a bitch." He circled around the bar counter and sidled up to her.

"You can say that again, it hurts more than my whipped ass," she said.

"He's a great guy, it would be impossible not to fall in love with him. What did he do to make you regret that? Okay, you don't have to tell me anything. I just want to help if you'd allow me." He said.

She sipped her drink and wiped her sodden face with the cape. "Alex and I agreed on an open relationship, he's free, I'm free— but now I'm not sure if I still want that. I don't want to take that away from him, but it's hurting me so much to see him fuck someone else, like the woman he's fucking right now."