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cleft, head moving side to side, up and down, in circles, and then I watch you slide your fingers under your chin and move them in thrusting motions over and over. Rachel gasps, arches, cries out, and you reach up with your free hand and twist Rachel’s small rosebud nipple so hard I cringe in sympathy.
    Rachel screams then, a cry of raw pleasure.
    You elicit screams for long minutes more, and then straighten, and you are erect once more. You grip Rachel’s slim hips and roughly twist her belly-down so you are standing with those hips in your hands, and you do not show any mercy at all as you thrust in, hard. Flesh slaps against flesh, and Rachel cries out. Your hand flashes—
crack!
—and smacks hard, so hard. White flesh pinks rosy, and then you do the same to the other buttock, and now you alternate. Thrust, smack, thrust, smack.
    And then you happen to glance to your left.
    Your thrust falters.
    My heart stops in my chest.
    Fear bolts through me.
    I am frozen.
    You have seen me.
    “X.” It is a guttural command.
    I am motionless, paralyzed.
    “Out here.
Now.
”
    I push open the closet door. “Hello, Caleb.”
    “I did not take you for a voyeur.” You are still buried inside Rachel.
    “Neither did I.”
    “Yet here you are, watching us.”
    I have no answer. I will not argue.
    Us.
That word stings.
    You smack Rachel’s buttock, pulling your arm back, swinging it in a vicious horizontal arc. The impact against already rosy flesh is brutally hard, must hurt so badly. Rachel’s head hangs between trembling shoulders, body rocked forward as you thrust.
    “You want to watch, X?” Your voice is quiet with fury. “Then watch.” You point at the bed. “Up there.”
    I climb on the bed, and now Rachel’s eyes meet mine. There is no shame in that brown gaze. Excitement, rather.
    You resume fucking.
    Your eyes pin me, never waver. You spank Rachel’s buttocks harder than ever, and the girl only rocks into you all the more and cries out in bliss and now glances up at me with sex-glazed eyes and winks at me.
    I alternate watching you, and Rachel.
    Both sets of eyes are on me, and I am excruciatingly aware that I am affected by this scene. I press my thighs together as I kneel on the bed and watch you fuck Rachel.
    When Rachel comes yet again, it is while staring up at me, mouth gaping open, breathless, body jolting forward with each of your brutally hard thrusts, and it is bizarre, so strange, far too intimate a thing to watch another woman come, to see your erection inside a body not mine, to watch you fuck another woman to orgasm. I am torn apart with disgust. I hate this.
    Yet also,
    I am ablaze with arousal.
    I watch you come.
    At the last moment, you pull out, and your eyes are dark orbs of ice as you release your orgasm onto Rachel’s back. I watch that, watch the white stream leave the tip of your penis and watch it hit pale, pale skin, watch your face as you orgasm.
    You smack Rachel’s bottom once more, almost affectionately, and then slide off the bed.
    I am off the bed, darting past you.
    “Come back here, X.” It is a command.
    I disobey. Run. Run. Slam into the silver door of the elevator, slam a palm against the call button. I hear your step down the hall.
    “X, I said
come back
here!”
    I do not reply. I am breathless, chest aching, lungs burning. I cannot breathe.
    I am dizzy.
    The elevator arrives, and I lurch onto it, stab at the button that will take me to the lobby. As the doors slide closed, I see you.
    Bare from the waist up, wearing only slacks. Your chest glistens with sweat. Your hair is in disarray. You are furious.
    Your hands stop the door from closing, and panic seizes me. But instead of freezing me, this time, it spurs me to action.
    “Why do you never treat me the way you treat her?” I hear my voice say, breathless, shrill, nearly sobbing. “Why don’t you fuck me the way you do her?”
    “She’s an apprentice—” you start.
    I see Rachel behind you, peeking around the