Chapter 5
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Jess’s hips still tingled from the contact Marcus had denied her. She sat tense in his lap, his hands gripping her waist, keeping her motionless. Every nerve in her body screamed for release, but the command — stop — still echoed, leaving her suspended.
Ryan sat across from them, silent, his fists clenched. He looked stricken, aroused, guilty. Jess hated that look. It made her feel cruel, like she was betraying him. But worse was the truth gnawing at her chest: she wasn’t just doing this because Ryan begged. She was doing it because she wanted to.
Her mind flashed back to the night she confronted him about the Reddit profile. The lies, the silence, the begging. She’d thought she’d agreed to this to punish him, to make him squirm in the humiliation he seemed to crave. That was what she told herself. But sitting here now, her body betraying her so completely, she knew that wasn’t all.
She wanted to know what it felt like. To be wanted like this. To be seen without filters, without apology. To be stripped of control until there was nothing left but sensation.
The shame in admitting it knotted in her throat. Jess prided herself on being strong, decisive, the one who held things together. But here she was, shaking on another man’s lap, unable to use the one word that would end it all.
Marcus’s voice cut through. “You think you’re here just because he begged,” he murmured, close enough that Ryan could still hear. “But if you didn’t want it too, you’d be gone. So stop lying to yourself.”
Jess’s eyes burned. She darted a glance at Ryan, almost pleading for him to contradict Marcus, to save her from admitting it. But Ryan’s face was pale, his lips pressed tight. He couldn’t say it. He wouldn’t.
Her voice cracked when it finally came. “I hate that you’re right.”
Marcus leaned back, smirking faintly. “Good. Hate it. But feel it anyway.”
For a beat, Jess thought he’d leave it there. That he’d let her stew in the shame of her body’s betrayal. But Marcus wasn’t finished. He tilted her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Say it. Out loud. Not to me. To him.”
Jess’s breath caught. “What?”
“Say why you agreed. Out loud. Make him hear it.”
Her stomach dropped. Her hands clenched at Marcus’s shoulders. “I can’t.”
“You can,” Marcus said evenly. “Or I end this right now. You think you’ll feel relief, but you’ll only feel emptier than you do already. So tell him.”
The silence pressed in like a weight. Jess stared at Ryan, his wide blue eyes searching hers, and for once she couldn’t hide behind anger. She whispered, “I didn’t come here just because you begged.”
Ryan’s chest tightened, his breath shallow.
Jess swallowed, her voice trembling. “I came because… because part of me wanted to know. And now…” She broke off, shaking her head. Tears pricked her eyes. “Now I hate how much I do.”
Ryan’s stomach churned, his cock throbbing with equal parts jealousy and despair.
And then, almost visibly, something inside Jess gave way. Her shoulders dropped, her body slumping slightly into Marcus’s hold. She exhaled for the first time in what felt like hours, the fight draining from her posture. Admitting it — to herself, to Ryan, to Marcus — didn’t just burn with shame. It freed her.
Her voice came softer this time, steadier. “I want this too.”
Ryan’s gut twisted at the words, but Jess… Jess finally looked lighter, as though naming the truth had lifted the guilt she’d been dragging behind her all night.
And Marcus, satisfied, let his hand rest at her hip, steady and certain, as though sealing the admission in place.