Chapter 13: Caught
"I'm glad you called," Harriet said, her voice dripping with excitement.
"I've been thinking about you a lot lately." Luke's voice made her heart skip a beat. They hadn't spoken in weeks. He sounded sincere, and Harriet felt her heart race at the thought of being with him again.
"I've actually been thinking about you a lot," she said, her voice trembling ever so slightly. She didn't want to appear too eager, but Luke's presence was like a drug to her. She couldn't get enough.
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and Harriet imagined Luke smiling into the receiver. It was an endearing thought, and her heart fluttered at the prospect of seeing him again.
"What's been going on, Luke?" Harriet asked, her voice soft and seductive. She was careful to keep her tone playful and casual.
"Not much, we should catch up," Luke replied, his voice low and smooth. Harriet felt her pulse quicken at his words, and she sat up straighter in her seat. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
"I want to see you. Tonight."
Harriet's heart skipped a beat at Luke's words. She felt a rush of excitement that threatened to consume her. She couldn't meet him at work, James would be watching her too closely.
"Why not come here now? I'm still in bed," she managed to say with a smile.
Luke chuckled on the other end of the line, his laughter filling her ears. "I'm on my way."
Luke said excitedly, his voice causing butterflies to dance in Harriet's stomach.
Harriet hung up the phone and jumped out of bed. She wanted to pretty herself up for Luke without trying too hard. She wanted him to think she'd rolled out of bed looking this stunning. She had 5 hours until Matt was home from work and she was going to make the most of it.
She quickly showered, carefully selecting a red pyjama set that showed off her curves and made her feel sexy. She tied her hair back, expecting some vigorous activity. Her confidence surging, Harriet went downstairs to wait for Luke. She pictured his reaction when he saw her, her cheeks flushing at the thought.
She could hardly believe that she was about to see him again after so long. Her heart raced with anticipation, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her body.
She adjusted her pyjamas self-consciously, trying to smooth out any wrinkles or creases. She had picked out the red set specifically for Luke. She wanted to look sexy.
Luke had always had that effect on her, making her feel desirable and wanted. She couldn't wait to see his face when he saw her in the red satin pyjamas. They were loose fitting but hugged her curves perfectly, the material clinging to her curves in all the right places.
Harriet fidgeted as she waited for Luke, nervous excitement building inside her. She paced back and forth, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. She couldn't wait for him to arrive, her heart racing with anticipation.
There was a knock at the door
and Harriet's heart leapt. She flew to the door, her hands shaking as she opened it.Before her, stood Luke, dressed in a sharp suit. He was clean shaven, and his hair was slicked back.
Harriet couldn't help but feel a wave of attraction towards him. He was so suave and debonair, and she felt a rush of desire coursing through her body. She stepped back, allowing him to enter.
They embraced, their bodies pressed together.
Luke's hands traveled up her back, and he pulled her close. Harriet felt his erection pressing against her thigh, and she couldn't contain her excitement.
"I'm so glad you came," Harriet whispered in Luke's ear.
"I had to see you," Luke replied, his lips brushing against her neck.
She didn't want to waste any time. She unzipped his fly and
slid her hand inside his boxers to feel his hardness. He groaned as she wrapped her hand around him. Taking her time, she stroked him slowly, milking him with her hand.
Luke groaned and threaded his fingers through her hair.
"Fuck, Harriet," he whispered, his voice thick with need.
Harriet kissed him hungrily, her tongue stroking against his. She felt his cock harden further in her grasp, and she moaned against his mouth.
It had been so long since she'd seen him, and the passion between them was palpable. She could feel it in every touch, every kiss. She pulled away and looked him in the eyes. Never breaking eye contact she drops down to her knees, obediently.
She takes his cock in her mouth, feeling the warmth of it on her tongue. She runs her hands down the back of his legs, feeling the strength in them as they tense. He smells so good, like coffee and leather. She feels his hand in her hair, gently pulling her head back.
She looks up at him. He's staring down at her, his eyes full of desire. Her heart races at the sight of him, her hands begin to tremble.
Harriet continues her work, taking him deeper into her mouth, her tongue flicking against his sensitive tip. Luke moans, his thumb tracing along her jawline.
"You're so good at this," he whispers.
"Thank you," Harriet says, feeling his cock twitch in her mouth as she sucks him harder.
Luke was pushing into her in long slow strokes, making her gag with each thrust. Harriet's eyes were tearing up but she obediently sucked. Harriet could taste Luke's arousal in her mouth, and she moaned as she continued to pleasure him.
"We haven't got much time, and I need you to fuck me" Harriet said, breaking the silence.
Luke's heart raced at the thought of being with Harriet. He needed her just as much as she needed him. She stood up, his cock grazing her red pyjamas as she brushed past him. Then she walked over and climbed onto the kitchen counter. She sat on the counter, facing him, and opened her legs. With one hand she pulled her pyjama shorts to the side, exposing her wet pussy. With the other hand, she beckoned him over.
She wanted him to see how wet she was, how eager she was for him. He looked at her with desire in his eyes, his cock hard and pulsing in his hand. Harriet licked her lips, a small moan escaping her as he approached the counter.
He lowered himself to his knees and took her aching clit between his lips. She let out a low, guttural groan as he sucked and swirled his tongue around her sensitive little nub, driving her wild with desire. She grabbed his hair and pulled him up, crushing her lips against his, her hands wandering over his chest and down to his waist.
Harriet couldn’t get enough of him, her passion burning hot and bright between them. She pulled off her pyjama top, exposing her lace bra, and he groaned, his hands grazing her bare skin.
They kissed, their tongues tangling, their bodies pressed together. Harriet's hands wandered down, her fingers grasping his hardened cock. Luke gasped at the contact, his hips surging forward as she took him in her hand.
She began to stroke him, her fingers gliding over the straining length of him, teasing the silky skin at the base of his cock. Luke threw his head back, his eyes closed, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he fought for control. He opened his shirt and stepped out of his pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor.
Harriet started rubbing his cock along the lips of her wet pussy. Her wetness was a testament to her desire for him, and she moaned loudly as he started to slide into her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Luke felt her tight pussy wrap around his cock, making him groan with pleasure. His gaze locked with Harriet's as he began to move inside her.
They both lost themselves in the moment, their bodies moving against each other in perfect rhythm.
Harriet's orgasm hit her suddenly, and she cried out, her nails digging into Luke's back. She tensed and shook, her muscles contracting, as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
Each time he thrust, her inner walls clamped down on his cock, her sheath of wet heat gripping him tight. As she orgasmed again , a squirt of excitement sprayed onto the counter, her blue eyes dilating as her mouth formed a silent scream.
He picked her up and carried her to her bedroom, leaving the discarded clothes a mess in the kitchen.
He laid her down on the bed and removed the rest of his clothes, leaving himself standing tall and naked in front of her. He admired her body, the perfection of it, and the way her skin glistened with post-coital sweat. She stared at him, taking in his muscular form and large erection.
"Do you know what I want?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.
Harriet nodded eagerly. "You want to make me yours," she whispered, her voice filled with raw desire. Luke smiled at her response.
He knew that Harriet enjoyed his dominance and control in the bedroom. She flipped over, presenting him her pyjama-shorts clad ass. He smiled and positioned himself behind her, grabbing her waistband and pulling her shorts down enough to expose her cute little ass.
"You like it when i'm in control, don't you?" He whispered in her ear.
"Yes, yes I do," Harriet moaned, her body trembling as Luke entered her from behind.
He started to move, his cock plunging deep into her, making her gasp with pleasure.
"You like it rough, don't you?" he said, his voice low and husky.
"Yes," she panted, her eyes closed, lost in the sensations he was causing her.
Luke gripped her hips tightly, his cock moving in and out of her faster and faster. He leaned forward, pressing his weight against her as he began to move even faster.
Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, making her body quiver and her breath hitch. She moaned and groaned loudly. The bed rocked as Luke began slamming himself into her. Neither of them heard the front door.
The only sound was the rhythmic pounding of their bodies colliding, Harriet's cries of pleasure and Luke's deep growls of satisfaction.
But then, several hours early, Matt walked through the front door. He walked into the kitchen. A mess of clothes on the floor, liquid spilled all over the counter. He then noticed a distant rhythmic knocking.
As he slowly walked towards the noise, he could hear the sound became louder and louder. Moans now too, he braced himself as he headed towards the bedroom.
Matt didn't recognize the voices at first, but as he approached the open door, he realized who they were. His girlfriend, Harriet, and her friend Luke,
Matt stopped dead in his tracks, his face twisted into a mixture of confusion and anger.
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Harriet, the woman he loved more than anything, was having sex with another man. It was a violation of everything he thought he and Harriet had.
His heart raced, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions. He felt a deep sense of jealousy and betrayal. He didn’t know what to do or where to go. Part of him wanted to run out of the house, to escape the pain and confusion. Another part of him wanted to confront Luke, to demand answers.
But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wasn’t sure what to do or where to turn. He felt like his world had been turned upside down. He needed to calm down and figure out what to do next.
Matt sat frozen in the doorway, watching as Luke slammed into Harriet from behind.
He watched as Luke moved in and out of Harriet, hearing her cries of pleasure. He wasn't sure how long he stood there, almost in a trance. Watching as Luke moved in and out, sending waves of pleasure through Harriet. His own body reacted to the sight and sound of their lovemaking.
He felt his heart pound and his cock harden as he watched his girlfriend being taken by another man. Part of him wanted to stop it, to make it all go away. But another part of him found himself drawn in, unable to look away.
Harriet looked up and saw Matt standing in the doorway. Luke hadn't noticed and continued to pound her with renewed vigour. She kept eye contact with Matt and held it as Luke sped up.
He could see the fire in her eyes, the same kind of fire he saw in the nightclub when they first met.
Luke reached between her legs, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure. Her walls clenched around his fingers and she let out a muffled scream as she came again.
Harriet could feel Matt's presence, the anger in his eyes, and the confusion on his face. She realized that this was exactly what she wanted, to see him lose control and see what he would do.
Harriet revelled in the power dynamic between them, the thrill of being on top and in control. She knew that Matt would struggle with sharing her, and she was happy to play up to that.
As they moved together, the sounds of passion echoing through the quiet house, Harriet couldn't help but smile to herself.
"Give me that big cock baby", she said, staring Matt in the eyes while Luke pounded her. Was she talking to him?
Matt couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was this some kind of sick joke? Surely Harriet wouldn't willingly have sex with another man. It didn't make any sense.
But as he listened to her words, he couldn't deny the truth. His mind reeled with confusion and shock. He felt like his entire world was crashing down around him.
He tried to understand what was happening, to make sense of the chaos inside his head. But he couldn't seem to find any sort of clarity.
"I want you to cum for me baby" She was still looking at Matt. Luke groaned.
"I'm going to fill you up," he whispered, his voice thick with lust as he continued to move inside of her.
Harriet didn't break eye contact. A small smile playing at the corners of her lips.
Did she want him to jerk off?
He couldn’t understand what was happening. Was Harriet asking him to pleasure himself while Luke fucked her? It didn’t make any sense. But his cock was throbbing, maybe it would ease some of the intense stress he was feeling.
He took his cock out and began to masturbate, watching as Luke pounded into Harriet. He couldn't keep his eyes off of their genitals smashing together. Luke looked big, like he was stretching her out.
Harriet watched Matt, she could see the conflict in his eyes, the tension in his body. It was clear that he was struggling and she reveled in it. She wanted him to feel the pain of watching her be taken by another man.
Luke's pace quickened. He moved in deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside of her that made her moan with pleasure.
He gripped her hips, his cock moving in a steady rhythm inside of her. making her sometimes lose her eye contact with Matt.
Matt watched, his cock hardening as he continued to masturbate. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing.
"Cum for me baby", Harriet said again, in an demanding tone. She stared right into Matt's soul as she said it.
Her expression was that of a predator, fully aware of the power dynamics at work and how thoroughly she was dominating him.
Matt could hardly breathe, both from the intensity of the scene unfolding before him and the knowledge that Harriet was intentionally humiliating him. He was filled with confusion, fear, and a strange combination of desire and repulsion.
He watched as Luke plunged ever deeper into Harriet's body, the look of pure ecstasy on her face as she rode out each powerful thrust.
He could see the way her breasts bounced with each impact, and the way her long blonde hair fell in disarray around her shoulders. It was a sight that should have been erotic, but it only served to amplify his sense of violation and betrayal.
Luke’s movements grew quicker and more erratic, his face contorted with raw lust as he pushed Harriet to the brink of climax. Matt came into his hand, a violent load that sprayed into the hall carped and some hitting the wall.
Harriet watched Matt’s face, she smiled as he came, her power over him evident.
His climax, and the whole situation sent her over the edge again. She had one of the biggest orgasms she'd ever experienced.
Her body shook and her screams echoed through the room as she came, a look of bliss on her face. She closed her eyes fell forward into the bed. Her pussy clamped around Luke's cock as he continued to pound her.
Luke let out a loud groan. He could feel Harriet's walls milking him, signalling that she was nearing the brink of climax once again.
"Fuck, Harriet," he heard Luke grunt, his face twisted in pleasure as he continued to pound into her.
Matt couldn't tear his gaze away from the beautiful, erotic scene unfolding before him.
"Please, please, give me your cum," Harriet begged, her voice filled with desperation.
Mattress creaked and springs squealed as Luke grabbed Harriet's hips and began to thrust into her at a furious pace. She let out a ear-piercing scream as she climaxed once again, her body shaking uncontrollably beneath him.
Matt could see Luke's cock pumping in and out of Harriet's soaked pussy, his face twisted in an expression of pure lust. Then, with a few long hard thrusts
, Luke came inside of Harriet, filling her up with his hot seed.
Matt could see the look of satisfaction on Luke's face as he pulled out of Harriet and collapsed onto the bed beside her, worn out by the intensity of their coupling.
Harriet lay there, panting and spent, looking up at Matt with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. Matt felt numb, unable to believe what he had just witnessed. He knew that he had to get out of there, he went to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
Harriet's brain had to switch back on quickly. She had to play this well to avoid disaster. She rolled over and looked at her phone. Sure enough there was a missed call and a message from Matt. The message read, 'early finish, just on my way back x'.
She feigned panic.
"Luke, Matt's coming home early, you're going to have to leave"
Luke looked at her, still inside of her. He grinned and pulled out, leaving a trail of cum behind him. He got up and pulled on his clothes, leaving Harriet lying naked on the bed.
"I'll text you later, Harriet"
Harriet watched as Luke left. Her mind was racing.
She tried to compose herself. She wiped the tears from her eyes and forced a smile as Matt walked back into the room, looking shell-shocked.
"Hi, babe. Did you like your present?" She looked at him seductively.
Matt couldn't shake the image of Harriet and Luke from his mind. That look of satisfaction on her face as she lay there, panting, with Luke's cum dripping from her.
Matt had never seen anything so erotic and humiliating all at the same time.
Harriet' s breathing slowed down as she regained her composure. She sat up and patted the bed next to her. For him to come and sit with her.
Matt was speechless, struggling to comprehend what he had just seen. His legs taking him to the bed seemingly without his control.
"What the hell was that?" he managed to sputter out.
Harriet looked into his eyes and smiled, the confidence and power still radiating from her. "Did you enjoy the show, baby?" she purred, tracing her fingertips along his jawline.
Matt pushed her away and stood up, his breathing erratic and his eyes darting around the room. He seemed lost in thought, processing everything that had just happened.
Harriet watched him, her face revealing nothing of her inner turmoil. She knew that she had to act quickly to salvage the situation, to keep Matt from leaving her.
She reached out and took his hand, pulling him down onto the bed beside her.
“Relax,” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. “It’s okay, it was just a little surprise.” She kissed him gently, trying to reassure him.
Matt hesitated for a moment, then leaned into the kiss. He was still shaken, but her touch calmed him a little.
She pulled him atop her, wrapping her legs around him.
Harriet's body was wet from both Luke's and her own release, the scent of sex and sweat permeating the air. Moving slowly, Matt began to kiss his way down her body, starting at her neck and working his way down to her breasts. He loved the way she smelled, the feel of her skin beneath his lips.
She pulled him up by the hair, so that he was kneeling then she removed her shorts, cum leaking from her pussy as she did it. She spread wide for him, invitingly. Her freshly fucked pussy on display, and full of warm cum.
The two of them made eye contact and Matt's heart raced. He couldn't believe it was happening. What he had just witnessed was enough to send anyone into a tailspin, but somehow, Harriet seemed completely unfazed. In fact, she looked positively satisfied.
"Do you want to reclaim me?" she asked, her voice soft and provocative.
Matt hesitated, unsure if he should agree or not.
Harriet knew that she needed to be careful here, she didn't want to scare him off.
"Come on, baby. Just a little taste." She whispered, her voice full of desire.
Matt hesitated. He was conflicted - he wanted to punish her for her infidelity, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the power she held over him.
"Tell me what you want," she purred, reaching up and tracing a finger down the side of his face.
Matt closed his eyes, feeling his resolve slipping away. "I want you on top of me," he finally admitted.
Harriet laughed as she obeyed, straddling him, spreading her legs wide open.
He looked down at her, her pussy gaping open for him, still wet from earlier.
"You're so dirty," he whispered.
Harriet moaned, loving the way he was talking to her.
She loved being in control, being the center of attention, and seeing the desire in his eyes.
Matt, on the other hand, was conflicted. He was angry and hurt by what Harriet had done, but he was also turned on by the way she looked and sounded. He struggled to maintain his composure as he watched her
He let out a deep sigh as he reached up and ran his fingers through her hair.
She smiled down at him, her eyes full of mischief. She slowly lowered her sloppy pussy onto his hard cock.
"How do you feel now?" she asked, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.
Matt hesitated before giving a small nod. Harriet smiled and slowly lowered her wet pussy onto Matt's engorged cock. The sensation of her warm, slippery flesh engulfing him sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He let out a low groan as he began to thrust into her.
Harriet closed her eyes and moaned, revelling in the feeling of being filled by Matt.
She could feel the tension in his body start to dissipate, and she knew that she had him under her control once again.
"I think I like seeing you like this," she purred, still straddling him. "I don't know when I've ever seen you this affected."
Matt nodded, unable to speak. He was still reeling from the events of the past few minutes.
She rode him hard, milking his cock, despite him being much smaller than Luke.
Harriet's pussy felt electric, Matt knew he wouldn't last long.
She felt him tensing underneath her, she lifted herself up and sat back on his cock, causing him to moan loudly.
"That's it, let it all out," Harriet teased.
Matt buried himself inside her, his movements becoming more erratic. Harriet let out a pleased sigh, she was on the brink of orgasm. She leaned forward and took Matt's mouth in hers, the passion between them was palpable.
Harriet felt his release inside her, Matt trembled as he came.
His face contorted in pleasure and then relief. She smiled, knowing she had won. She had proven to him that she was in control, that nothing could keep her down.
"You were incredible," Matt gasped, catching his breath.
"Thanks baby, my turn now, okay?" and with that, Harriet shifted up Matt until she straddled his face. Her well fucked and filled pussy, right over his face.
She held his head gently in her hand, looking down at him. Matt looked up at her with a mixture of desire, lust, and anger.
Harriet chuckled and looked down at him. She could see the mix of emotions in his eyes, and she found it incredibly arousing. She let out a small moan as she lowered her body onto his face.
He could feel her pussy dripping with juices, the smell of her sex was overwhelming him.
Matt felt her clit against his lips, and he couldn't resist the urge to take it in his mouth. He lapped up her juices, savouring the flavour of her pussy. Harriet moaned, her body trembling with anticipation.
Gripping her hips tightly, he began to kiss her thighs, lingering on each pressure point. As he worked his way up her legs, he found himself drawn to her scent, the smell of their combined arousal filling his nostrils. He tongued her clit, lapping at it with a sense of urgency.
Harriet shuddered, the pleasure building in her core. She began to rock her hips against his face, moaning loudly as he continued to pleasure her.
Matt's tongue was hot and wet, and he savored the taste of her sex. He loved the way she tasted, the way she smelled. He was consumed by his need for her, his desire to make her feel good.
"Oh yes," Harriet moaned.
"Do it like that."
As she neared her peak, Harriet moved her hands to the back of Matt's head, gripping his hair tightly as she rode out her climax. It was a powerful moment, she grinded on his face smearing juices all over him.
Matt's tongue was working her clit and she felt herself getting close, oh so close. She could feel the pleasure building, the pleasure she craved. The thought of Matt being humiliated and cuckolded was too much for her to resist, it turned her on so much.
She came harder than she ever had before, she couldn't believe the power she felt. She rode out her climax and then collapsed on top of Matt.
Matt was covered in her juices and he was stunned. He had never felt more alive.
His heart raced as he watched her ride out her climax on top of him. Her screams of pleasure echoed through the room, and he knew that he would never forget this moment.
As she collapsed on top of him, Matt could feel the weight of her body on his face. He looked up at her, his eyes locked with hers. She was still straddling him, her legs spread wide open, her pussy dripping wet with her own juices.
Matt was lost in the moment, consumed by the feelings of humiliation and pleasure coursing through his veins.
He could feel the hot, wet liquid of Harriet's climax dripping down his face and chest, mixing with the sweat and tears that had already stained his skin. He was completely at her mercy, and he loved every second of it.
Harriet, still straddling Matt, her pussy still dripping. She looked down at him, her face expressionless. She rolled over on the bed and lay down on her back, spreading her legs wide.
Matt obediently crawled between them, his eyes fixed on the vision of Harriet's wet pussy. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her soft skin, tentatively lapping at her liquid centre with his tongue.
"Clean me baby"
"I like seeing you in this position," she taunted.
He winced at her words, feeling humiliated at being used like this, and yet, he couldn't deny the thrill of being so thoroughly exposed and dominated.
"Is this what you want, Harriet?" he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "For me to be controlled and abused?"
"Yes," she breathed, her eyes locked on his face. "It turns me on, knowing that I can have you exactly when I want you, that you're completely under my control. I love it," Harriet said, smiling down at him.
Matt didn't respond, but he couldn't deny that he found her words arousing in their own way. He felt a wave of self-loathing as he realized how much he enjoyed being controlled by her, how much he enjoyed being used.
But he couldn't help it, he was addicted to her. To the way she could make him feel, to the way she could make him submit to her will.
"You're so beautiful when you're like this," Harriet said, her voice soft and gentle. "So submissive and vulnerable. It's like you're not even there, just a shell of the person you really are."
Matt shuddered at her words, but he couldn't argue with them.
He was addicted to her, addicted to the control she had over him. He felt a surge of desire as he imagined her being with another man, making him feel degraded and small.
Harriet stroked his cheek tenderly, smiling down at him with a look of pure satisfaction. "I love watching you like this," she whispered, her voice thick with lust.
Matt opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. He was too lost in the sensations coursing through his body to form coherent thoughts.
"Okay that's enough, I've got to go to work" Harriet
suddenly said, breaking the spell.
Matt looked up at her, confused and disoriented. The last thing he remembered was being on all fours, his head buried between her thighs.
Harriet was already dressed, her short skirt emphasizing her toned legs. She was packing a small purse, her heels in one hand and her phone in the other.
"You're leaving?" Matt asked, his voice hoarse.
"Yes, I have to go to work. I'm sorry, but I'm already running late" she said apologetically.
"I have to get to work, but I promise we'll continue this later, okay?"
Matt nodded slowly, feeling confused and disoriented. He didn't understand why she was leaving so suddenly, but he didn't dare question her. He was in too deep now, he knew that.
As she walked towards the door, Matt watched her every move, mesmerized by the way her hips swayed with each step.
He couldn't believe how turned on he was, despite feeling so broken inside.
Harriet looked over her shoulder, a wicked smile on her lips.
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon. We have plans to make and games to play together. And you're going to love every minute of it, trust me," she said before leaving the room.
Matt felt a wave of despair wash over him as he heard the door shut behind her.
He collapsed onto the bed, his body shaking with anger, shame, and humiliation. He couldn't believe what had just happened, how he had allowed himself to be used and discarded like trash.
He sat there for what felt like hours, consumed by his thoughts and feelings. He hated himself for falling for Harriet's games, for allowing himself to be manipulated like this.