Alpha Sin (mind control erotica) Page 2

  "My god, Henry, what's come over you?" she slurred.

  The faucet turned off and Henry stepped out of the shower. She saw him in a new light, with new admiration. He was handsome, broad shouldered, in good shape, with a new dark confidence to his features.

  "I don't want to talk about it," he said. "Later."

  "Okay," was all she could manage, watching him walk by towards their bedroom.

  #

  "It was like he's a whole new man," Angela said, a broad grin on her face.

  "I thought I saw a certain glow about you," Roxy said with a giggle. "Glad to hear the sex-god thing worked out for you."

  Carol nodded. "I hear it hasn't worked out so well for everybody."

  "Really?" Angela asked, leaning forward. "I'd heard Mary was committed, but that's all."

  She had a semi-regular lunch date with Roxanne and Carol, two of her fellow Daughters of Lilith. The sex god Cernunnos had been a frequent topic of discussion and speculation.

  Roxy lowered her voice and whisper. "Notice anyone missing?"

  Angela looked at her friends. "Emily?"

  Roxy nodded. "Rumor is that she used the sex-god chant, and it turned her into a total slut."

  "No way!" Carol said.

  Roxy nodded. "I also hear that Janet used it to sleep with her daughter's boyfriend, and she caught them together."

  "No way!" Carol said.

  "Mmm hmm."

  "What else have you heard?" Angela asked.

  Roxy sat back, folding her arms, her new silver watchband flashing in the sun. "That's all."

  "I don't want this to blow up in my face," Angela said. "Like turning Henry into a man slut. Or something. Wasn't Beth going to use it, too?"

  "Yeah, she totally did," Roxy grinned. "To get her husband more open to trying new things in bed. I hear it turned him into a total perv."

  Carol laughed. "Serves her right!"

  "You used Cernunnos, too." Angela sipped her mojito. "You haven't experienced any... side effects?"

  "No." The answer came quickly, then more softly. "No."

  "You're sure?" Carol asked.

  "It's fine. Really. What about you, Carol? Anything you want from the sex god?"

  Carol laughed. "My sex life is fine, thanks. No. Hm."

  "What is it?"

  "My brother and his wife are trying to conceive. Maybe I can get the sex god to help their fertility."

  "Aww," Roxy said. "That's so sweet. You're such a good sister."

  "It's the least I can do," Carol said. "They've gone to all kinds of fertility doctors."

  "I've met Oscar," Roxy said, licking her teeth. "If I were Jenny I wouldn't mind all the trying."

  Carol threw her napkin at the girl. "Ick! No, but it's a big problem for them."

  "I can imagine," Angela said. "Okay, I'm going to get home. I bought a new nightie, and I want to surprise Henry when he comes home from work."

  "Later, girl!" Roxy waved.

  #

  "Darling, I'm home, and I've got something special--"

  Angela stopped short as she was greeted by the sight of her husband and his secretary in their living room. Some bags were lined up alongside the door.

  Her eyes flickered from her husband's grim face to the seriousness of his secretary's. Christina, she believed the woman's name was. "What's this?"

  "Angela," her husband said, hand on the back of the couch. "Do you know who called me while I was at that conference?"

  She shook her head.

  "Carlos. Our gardener. You do know Carlos, don't you?"

  The boutique bag fell from Angela's hand. "Henry--"

  "I know, I was surprised, too," Henry said, walking to the wet-bar and pouring himself a scotch. "What could be so important that our gardener needs to call me when I'm away at a conference?"

  Angela moved swiftly to her husband's side. "Henry, I can explain."

  Henry quickly downed the glass and shook his wife off of his arm. "Carlos explained quite adequately, dear. At first I was depressed. I wondered what I'd done wrong, where I'd let you down, why I wasn't enough for you. I blamed myself for your infidelity. Can you believe it?"

  He chuckled.

  "I spent hours wondering what part of me wasn't good enough. But then I realized something, Angela. I realized that it's never enough for you. I've never been enough for you. Everything I do, everything I try, you tear me down, and then belittle me for being torn down. You attack me at every turn, at every weakness, for everything that doesn't measure up to some fantasy conception of what a man is supposed to be."

  "No," Angela said. "It's not like that, I love you, I--"

  "Love? You don't know what the fuck love is, you ungrateful bitch. You married me for my money, for the name, for the status it carries. You're a bitch, Angela, but more than that, you're a pathetic, shallow, worthless human being."

  Angela couldn't believe what she was hearing. "How dare you talk to me that way! So, what, you get your revenge by fucking your slut secretary, and now you think you've got some sort of moral high-ground?"

  "Tina?" He glanced at his secretary, still standing uncomfortably near the wall. "I haven't been fucking Tina. No, she gave me something you withheld for a lot longer than sex. She gave me understanding. She gave me support. She held me while I cried -- yes, Angela, cried, not for you, but for the eight years of my life I wasted trying to be 'enough' for you -- she calmed me down when my depression turned to anger. She was there for me, Angela, in the way that mattered. The way that truly mattered, but we didn't have sex. I'm not going to start fucking other women without ending 'us' first."

  "Is that what this is about, then?" Angela glanced towards the luggage by the door. "Some grand gesture on your part, waiting until I get home to leave, like a teenager who wants to make sure his mother hears when he slams the door? Is that what you are, Henry? A teenage boy lashing out?"

  Henry laughed. She couldn't remember the last time she'd heard it, a healthy throaty sound so unlike his usual nervous chuckle.

  "Move out? No, Angela, I'm not moving out. Those are for you. I'm kicking you to the curb."

  How dare he? How fucking dare he? "If you think for ONE second that I'm going to--"

  "I do, and you will." Henry's voice had gone flat, dangerous. "If you will recall our prenuptial agreement, Mrs. Fordham, you will recall a quite punitive infidelity clause. If I press it -- and Carlos has agreed to act as witness -- then you will be left with nothing. You will be destitute, dear, without so much as the clothes on your back."

  Angela stared, slack jawed. "Henry..."

  "Don't say a word, Angela. Just go. Go. You'll have the divorce papers by the end of the week."

  "Where... where will I go?"

  "Like I give a fuck."

  Angela mutely picked up the suitcases by the door and walked to the master bedroom, still in shock, still not processing exactly what had happened. Her drawers had been emptied onto the bed, her clothes strewn from the closet. She cried, weeping for herself, for what she was losing, for the mistake that she'd made, for her uncertain future. She cried silently, not giving Henry the satisfaction of hearing her, not understanding why he was being so mean, so unfair.

  He'd get over it, she decided as her tears dried. Henry, even with confidence, was still Henry. He'd rage a bit, mope a bit, maybe fuck his secretary, then feel guilty for kicking her out. He'd come crawling to her, beg her to come back. It wasn't, after all, like he could function without her. Poor dear was just dependent on her. It was her fault, really, and that damn incantation. It had confused him.

  The most important thing now was to make a good impression upon leaving. She gathered up her bags, stiff-backed, and walked back to the living room.

  "Henry, I'm leaving. You have my number when you decide--"

  The words caught in her throat as she caught sight of her husband, trousers around his ankles, secretary bent over the couch with her skirt hiked up around her hips. He was fucking the girl, hard but not fas
t, taking his time without hurry. The woman's hands clawed at the slipcover, clenching with each shuddering thrust.

  He looked up at his wife, not stopping his steady rhythm. "Are you still here?"

  Angela, feeling faint, leaned against the wall, unable to stop hearing the sound of her soon-to-be-ex husband fucking another woman.

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