She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

Chapter 288: The Spectator – II

’How?’

’How was that even possible?’

Vivienne looked up at Helena’s face, searching for… what? Pain? Regret? Some sign that this was agony disguised as pleasure?

But Helena was already looking back at her.

Their eyes locked.

And Helena smiled… breathless, wrecked, triumphant.

“So big… isn’t it?” Helena panted, her voice thick with satisfaction and something darker. Crueler.

Vivienne’s throat worked, her mouth dry, her mind struggling to form words.

And then… unconsciously, helplessly… she nodded.

A small, jerky movement of her head.

Admission.

Acknowledgment.

Defeat.

Helena’s smile widened, her eyes glittering with drugged superiority.

“He’ so… good…” Helena moaned, her voice pitching higher, breaking into something almost musical as Alex angled his hips and began hitting that deep spot again and again and again. “He’s… ah! …he’s better than anything… oh God… anything we’ve ever had!”

She laughed… manic, breathless, utterly unhinged.

“You should have… ahh! …come back sooner!” Helena taunted, her eyes rolling back briefly before snapping forward again to pin Vivienne with a look of pure, drugged superiority. “You missed the start… but you can watch the finish!”

Alex thrust harder, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing obscenely through the dining room, and Helena’s head fell back against his shoulder, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

Vivienne stood three feet away, wine bottle clutched in trembling hands, forced to witness every brutal, devastating second.

Unable to look away.

Unable to move.

Unable to do anything but watch as her cousin was systematically destroyed by a cock she could barely comprehend… and loved every second of it.

Helena’s head twisted back, her neck straining as she sought Alex’s eyes over her shoulder. Her face was a mess of smeared makeup and tears, flushed red with exertion, but her expression was pure desperation.

“Do it,” she begged, her voice raw and breaking. “Do it fast… I’m coming… oh God, I’m coming!”

Alex’s response was immediate and merciless.

His hands released her hips and shot upward, one wrapping around her throat in a possessive grip while the other found her clit with brutal precision. His hips became a blur of motion, abandoning rhythm for pure, animalistic speed.

The sound was obscene.

Wet, rhythmic slapping that echoed off the high ceiling like applause, punctuated by Helena’s increasingly shrill cries.

“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck… yes!”

Vivienne stood frozen, the wine bottle slipping slightly in her nerveless fingers as she watched the final destruction unfold mere feet away.

She could see everything.

The way Alex’s fingers circled Helena’s clit with mechanical efficiency. The way his cock pistoned in and out of her stretched opening so fast it blurred. The way Helena’s entire body began to tremble… a violent shaking that started in her thighs and radiated outward until even her hands were quaking against the table.

“I’m close,” she gasped, her voice raw and breaking. “I’m so close… please… I need…”

Alex stopped.

Mid-thrust, buried deep inside her, he simply… stopped moving.

Helena’s desperate plea cut off with a choked whimper, her entire body going rigid with confused panic. Her hips tried instinctively to move, to chase the friction she’d been denied, but his hands clamped down on her waist… bruising, immovable… holding her perfectly still.

“No,” she whimpered, the word barely audible. “Please… please don’t stop… I’m so close… please…”

“Shh.”

The single sound was soft. Almost gentle.

But there was steel underneath.

Helena’s mouth snapped shut, her entire body trembling with the effort of staying still while teetering on the knife’s edge of orgasm.

She was right there… one more thrust, maybe two, and she would shatter… but he held her frozen, denied, desperate.

His eyes lifted from Helena’s wrecked face and locked onto Vivienne… standing frozen three feet away, wine bottle clutched like a lifeline, her expression a war between horror and something far more dangerous.

“Helena,” he said, his voice cutting through Helena’s desperate panting. Not a question. A command. “Come here.”

Vivienne’s breath caught.

For a moment… a single, suspended heartbeat… she didn’t move. Couldn’t move. Her mind screamed at her to run, to leave, to preserve whatever shreds of dignity still remained.

But her body betrayed her.

Her legs moved.

One step. Then another.

Not consciously. Not deliberately.

Pure instinct. Pure compulsion.

She crossed the remaining distance in a daze, the wine bottle slipping from her nerveless fingers and landing with a dull thud on the plush carpet. She didn’t notice. Didn’t care.

She sank to her knees.

Right there. Right beside the table where her cousin was bent over, impaled, trembling on the edge of climax.

Close enough to see everything.

Close enough to smell the sex and sweat and desperation.

Close enough to hear the wet, obscene sounds of Alex’s cock sliding in and out of Helena’s stretched body.

“Good girl,” Alex murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction.

His hand left Helena’s hip and moved to Vivienne’s head… fingers threading through her carefully styled hair with casual ownership.

“Now,” he said, his hips never stopping their relentless rhythm, “if you want what she’s getting…”

He guided Vivienne’s face closer. Closer.

Until she was right there… inches from where their bodies joined.

“Lick.”

The command was simple. Absolute.

Vivienne’s mind went blank.

This was insane. This was wrong. This was her cousin, for God’s sake, and she was kneeling beside her like some kind of…

But her tongue moved before her thoughts could finish.

She leaned forward, her lips parting, and dragged her tongue up the length of Helena’s exposed clit.

Helena’s entire body jolted.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed, the sensation overwhelming, unexpected, devastating.

Vivienne tasted salt and musk and something uniquely female… her cousin’s arousal coating her tongue as she licked again, circling the swollen nub with hesitant, exploratory strokes.

And with each movement, her lips brushed against something else.

Something hard. Thick. Moving.

Alex’s cock.

It slid past her mouth with each thrust… glistening with Helena’s wetness, impossibly close, unavoidable. The broad shaft grazed her lips, her cheek, leaving trails of slickness across her skin.

Vivienne should have recoiled. Should have pulled back. Should have run.

Instead, she leaned in closer.

Her tongue flicked against Helena’s clit again, and this time… deliberately, consciously… she let her lips part wider. Let them brush against the thick shaft as it withdrew. Let her tongue dart out to taste not just Helena, but him.

“Fuck,” Alex groaned, his grip tightening in her hair. “That’s it. Good girl. Keep going.”

Vivienne obeyed.

She licked Helena’s clit with increasing confidence, her tongue working the sensitive bundle of nerves in tight circles. And each time Alex thrust back in, she let her mouth trail higher… tasting the shaft, feeling the veins and ridges, learning the shape and size of the cock that was destroying her cousin.

Helena was sobbing now.

“Oh God… oh God… I can’t… it’s too much… I’m going to…”

“Do it,” Alex commanded, his voice rough with exertion. His hips became a blur, abandoning rhythm for pure, animalistic speed. “Cum. Now.”

And Helena shattered.

Her entire body seized, every muscle locking simultaneously as the orgasm detonated through her like a bomb. Her back arched so violently Vivienne thought her spine might snap, her mouth falling open in a silent scream before sound finally tore free.

“AHHHHHHHHH!”

The scream was primal, endless, echoing through the dining room with the force of complete annihilation.

Vivienne felt it happen.

Felt Helena’s clit pulse against her tongue. Felt the way her cousin’s body convulsed. Felt the fresh flood of wetness that soaked her lips and chin.

And then Alex groaned… low and guttural and satisfied… and buried himself one final time.

Vivienne was right there when he came.

Could feel the way his cock swelled. Could feel the rhythmic pulsing as he flooded Helena’s body with his release. Could taste the evidence as it began to leak out around his shaft, dripping down onto her still-working tongue.

They groaned together.

Helena’s high and broken. Alex’s low and satisfied.

And Vivienne knelt between them, face pressed against her cousin’s used pussy, tasting their combined release, her own body trembling with need she couldn’t acknowledge.

Slowly… agonizingly slowly… Alex withdrew.

His cock slid free inch by inch, and Vivienne watched from inches away as Helena’s entrance gaped, red and swollen, a thin trail of white beginning to leak from the abused opening.

The moment he was fully out, Helena’s legs gave up entirely.

She collapsed forward onto the table, boneless and spent, her cheek pressed against the cool mahogany, her breathing ragged and shallow.

Completely destroyed.

Completely satisfied.

Completely victorious.

Alex stepped back, his hand still tangled in Vivienne’s hair, and looked down at the CEO kneeling before him.

Her lips were swollen and slick. Her chin glistened with evidence of what she’d just done. Her pupils were blown wide, her breathing shallow, her thighs pressed desperately together.

She looked up at him… this powerful, commanding woman reduced to her knees… and Alex’s smirk was absolutely predatory.

“Your turn,” he said softly, his hand tightening in her hair.

And Vivienne’s world tilted.