Chapter 18: The Setup
The guest bed in Derby was too soft, the hotel room too quiet. Arthur had spent three days staring at the ceiling, the silence a physical pressure on his eardrums. The audit files lay untouched on the desk. His mind played one film reel on a continuous, vicious loop: the living room floor; the heat of the bodies; the salty, acidic taste; Eleanor’s fingers guiding his head like a dog’s; the raw, unblinking eye of the camera on the mantel.
He’d left to escape the suffocating reality of it, but he’d only packed it tighter into his skull. He could feel the ghost of it on his tongue.
On Thursday, the silence finally broke. He didn’t even realize how starved he was for information until his phone, lying beside the plastic-wrapped hotel soap, vibrated with a message from Eleanor.
"You'll want to be home tomorrow night. I have a surprise for you. I invited a few guys over and thought you'd like to watch and join in the fun again. You clearly enjoyed it so much last time."
Eleanor’s text glowed on his phone screen, the words sharp and deliberate. Arthur exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening around the device. The silence of the hotel room pressed in around him, the hum of the air conditioning suddenly too loud.
He set the phone down carefully, as if it might bite him. The message was a challenge, a dare. A reminder that she knew exactly what buttons to push.
Arthur stood and walked to the window, pulling back the heavy curtains just enough to peer out. The city lights blurred into streaks below, the world moving on without him. He had spent three days in this sterile room, trying to outrun the truth, but it had followed him here.
The truth was in the way his hands shook when he thought about her voice, in the way his stomach twisted when he replayed the sounds of the living room—her laughter, the wet slaps of flesh, the way she had looked at him when she said, *"You're such a disgusting little pervert."*
The phone buzzed again. Another message.
*"Don’t be late. I want you there when they arrive."*
Arthur’s breath hitched. He knew what she was doing. She was testing him. Testing how far she could push before he snapped. But he wouldn’t snap. Not yet. He had a plan now.
He picked up the phone and typed a response.
He would not be late. He would be there.
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Arthur’s fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long moment before he finally typed out a reply. His thumbs trembled slightly as he hit send.
**"I’ll be there."**
The words felt like a surrender, but he knew there was no other choice. The truth was, he *wanted* to be there. The shame of it burned in his chest, but it was undeniable. The thought of watching Eleanor again—of being part of it, even if only as a spectator, a servant—made his pulse quicken.
He tossed the phone onto the bed and ran a hand through his hair.
Eleanor smiled when she saw the response. She knew he'd agree. Now, to put the rest of her plan in motion. She pulled up Moira's burner phone number and typed a new text. "Party at our house tomorrow if you want to come watch. I promise it will be a good show. P.S. I'm not going to tell Arthur you'll be there. I want it to be a surprise." She smirked, imagining the look on Arthur's face when he realized she'd invited Moira to witness his humiliation. It would be the perfect twist—his work assistant watching him degrade himself while Eleanor took control of the entire situation.
The text sent, Eleanor leaned back in her chair and stretched, her body still humming from the memory of the last encounter. She had never felt so powerful, so in control. And Arthur—poor, pathetic Arthur—had given himself over to her completely. The way he had knelt there, licking up his own pathetic mess, had been almost too perfect.
Maybe she could take it further this time. She had read about cuckolds fluffing bulls and knew she could talk the guys into letting him do it. Once she thought about it, she couldn't wait to see Arthur on his knees servicing dick.
The thought of him sucking off the men who fucked her made her pussy clench. The idea of making Arthur do it was too delicious to resist, particularly in front of Moira. She pulled up her favorite bull's contact and sent a text.
*"Hey Leo, I have a special request for you. I want Arthur to fluff you before you fuck me. I think he'd love to see your big cock up close and personal. What do you think?"*
She hit send and waited, her fingers tapping impatiently on the screen. She knew Leo would be into it—he was always up for anything that humiliated Arthur more.
His response came almost immediately, the text popping up on her screen.
*"Fuck yeah. I’d love to see that little cuck on his knees. I’ll make sure he gets a good look at what a real man’s cock looks like."*
Eleanor grinned, her fingers flying across the screen as she typed out a reply.
*"Perfect. I’ll make sure he’s ready for you. And Leo? Don’t go easy on him."*
She tossed her phone onto the couch and stood, stretching her arms above her head. The anticipation was intoxicating. She could already imagine Arthur’s face when he realized what she had planned for him.
The thought of him kneeling at Leo’s feet, his small mouth opening to take that thick cock, made her clench with anticipation. She would make sure Moira was there to witness it too—that would be the perfect cherry on top.
The phone buzzed again with a response from Moira.
Eleanor read the text with a smirk.
*"I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ll be there. And don’t worry—I’ll keep quiet about it. This is going to be so delicious."*
Eleanor’s fingers tightened around her phone, her mind already racing with the possibilities. She could almost see the scene unfolding in her mind: Arthur naked on his knees, his face flushed with humiliation, his tiny cock exposed for everyone as Moira witnessed his degradation. The thought sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.
She leaned back in her chair, her mind drifting to the events of the previous week.
The way Arthur had knelt there, his face pressed against the hardwood floor, licking up his own pathetic mess while she and the men laughed at him. The way his body had betrayed him, his tiny cock twitching helplessly as he obeyed her every command. The memory made her smile.
They had come so far, in just a few short weeks since Arthur had discovered her infidelity. Now, she had used her husband's twisted desires to turn him into her bitch. At first, she had just enjoyed having sex with real men for a change, but now she was beginning to get off on degrading and hurting him. It was a heady rush of sexual power that she hadn't known she would enjoy.
The way Arthur had crumpled under her gaze, the way his body had betrayed him with those pathetic little twitches—it was intoxicating. She had always known he was weak, but she hadn't realized just how deep the rot went.
With a little work, she could keep pushing this envelope taking him deeper and deeper under her control by slowly destroying his ego. She had already made him a laughingstock at work. Is this what she wanted? To break him completely? To turn him into a trembling, obedient little thing that existed only to serve her desires?
The thought made her smile.
She picked up her phone again and typed out another message to Leo.
*"Bring a friend. The more the better. I want Arthur to see exactly what he’s missing."*
She hit send and leaned back, imagining the look on his face when he realized she had orchestrated this entire thing. The way his eyes would widen, his lips parting in that pathetic little gasp he always made when he was overwhelmed.
She could already see it—the way he would kneel there, his small body trembling, his tiny cock exposed for everyone to see.
The way he would look up at her with those wide, pleading eyes, begging for mercy even as his body betrayed him. The thought sent a thrill through her, a rush of power that made her clench her thighs together.
Eleanor stood up, her body humming with anticipation. She walked to the window and pulled back the curtains, letting the afternoon light spill into the room. The city stretched out before her, a blur of movement and noise, but she barely noticed it. Her mind was already focused on the night ahead, on the way Arthur would look when he realized what she had planned for him.
She slid her hand down between her legs and it only took a flick of her finger to reach orgasm.