The kitchen air still fresh with the delicious and faint scent of roasted duck and saffron, but the tension was thicker now, curling around Tanya and Imani like smoke they couldn't escape.
Tanya sat rigid on her stool, her fingers twitching around her empty glass, the taste of sea bass lingering on her tongue.
Imani, across from her, was all restless energy, her nails clicking on the marble counter, her hazle eyes darting to Nier, who leaned casually against the counter his crimson gaze on the two of them.
Tanya cleared her throat, her voice soft but unsteady, her Spanglish creeping in like it always did when her nerves got the better of her.
"Nier, um… where is this dress room with the swimsuits? Like, which part of upstairs?"
Nier's lips curved, into a lazy, confident smirk that made her stomach flip.
"Left wing."
Hee said, then continued.
"From there, just go down the hall till you hit the first corridor on the right. Keep straight, pass seven rooms and three bathrooms. It's the last door at the end, you can't miss it."
Tanya nodded, sliding off her stool, her movements quick, almost desperate. She didn't show it, but deep down, she was itching to try on those clothes.
Living in a house-hold where every penny was pinched, where new outfits were a pipe dream, the idea of slipping into something luxurious felt like a forbidden thrill.
Even if it was just and expensive swimsuit. But more than that, she needed to get away from Nier. Just for a minute. His presence was too much too perfect, too overwhelming.
Every glance she took at him, every word he say, and everything he does, chipped away at her restraint. She could feel it, this dangerous pull in her chest, like Nier was climbing higher in her heart than even David, her husband of 22 years.
Tradition was her last wall, the only thing holding back this dark, yandere-like obsession his curse was weaving into her soul was the deep rooted teaching of a woman should be faithful to their husbands.
She had to run, at least for now, before she gave in to thoughts of being bent over, loved by him in ways David never could.
"I"ll… I'll go check it out."
She mumbled, hurrying out, her footsteps echoing as she disappeared up the stairs.
Imani, though, wasn't running.
Her loyalty to Marcus, her high school sweetheart, was ironclad, at least, it used to be. But Nier's presence was like a virus, unraveling her piece by piece.
She couldn't take it anymore.
She stood, sauntering over to him, her hips swaying, a bold grin masking the storm in her head. Before Nier could react, she grabbed his arm, her other hand sliding down to grip his ass, firm and tight under those black shorts.
"Damn, boy."
She said biting her lips her voice thick with a soulful cadence.
"You got some tight glutes. Bet I could have some fun with this."
Nier raised a brow, his smirk widening as he leaned closer, unfazed.
"Oh, you think so?"
He played along, as she had no idea she just walked into fucked around and find out territory.
Imani's grin turned wicked, her eyes glinting.
"Listen, my man Marcus? He got a freaky side to him too y'know, one night, he wanted to spice things up. So we expirment a bit, and he had me peg him, with a big ol’ black dildo. Been my hidden kink ever since, fuckin a man's ass while jerkin him off from behind? Shit, that to me atleast is so hot as hell. So, what you think, Nier? You down for me to bend you over?"
Nier burst out laughing, the sound deep and rich, filling the kitchen.
"Your husband really let you do that to him?"
He asked, his tone half-amused, half-disbelieving.
Imani nodded, biting her lip, her hand still squeezing his ass more, heart appearing in her eyes.
"Hell yeah. I had him moanin and grippin the sheets while I worked him. Hot as fuck dude... Say wanna fool around a bit?! I have a good amount of ways, I want take you."
Nier's nice-guy mask slipped, his crimson eyes darkening as his true nature peeked through.
These woman had no clue their minds were being warped, reprogrammed by the passive effect of his curse, turning them into yandere pawns craving him, but also bring their inner must desire out as show by Imani's questionable assertiveness and actions, and at this moment, Tanya was already out of sight, fleeing her own desires, but Imani was right here, teetering on the edge.
Nier hands shot out, wrapping around Imani's throat, not hard to kill her, but firm enough to make her gasp. He lifted her slowly, pinning her against the wall, his body close, his voice a low and dominant.
"You are a freak Imani, still let's somethings clear. One, I ain't some bitch you can bend over."
He aid, his eyes boring into hers. Imani's breath hitched, but her body relaxed into his grip, a shiver of excitement running through her.
She liked this roughness, no she craved it.
"Two."
He continued, loosening his hold and spinning her around so her back was to him, as he said.
"If anyone is pegging anybody, it is gonna be me."
Imani's heart pounded as Nier's hands moved to her waist, his fingers tugging at the waistband of her thick black jeans.
Her Hershey-dark skin glowed under the kitchen lights, her curves a masterpiece, decent-sized boobs, but that ass? A bakery to rival even his wife, Kaly's. Nier couldn't lie; he had a thing for dark-skinned women, a fetish Kaly had awakened in him.
As he pulled her jeans down, revealing a red thong framing her jiggly, fat and perfect ass, he smirked. His curse didn't’ care that this was their first meeting, exposure to him was a ticking clock, and Imani was damn near 90% gone, her loyalty to Marcus crumbling like ash.
"You think that loser husband of yours can handle all this?"
Nier taunted, his hand grazing her curves, making her shudder.
"A submissive man like him?"
Imani bit her lip, her voice shaky but honest.
"Marcus… he struggles sometimes, but he is packin a bit. Bout seven inches, nice and thick when he is hard. Gets the job done y'know... But I feel like you could do better."
Nier chuckled, his fingers tracing lower, teasing her.
"Seven inches, huh? Decent. But he way behind me... hahaa... tell me, Imani, whose touch feels better? His… or mine?"
Imani froze, her breath catching. Her mind screamed Marcus, but her body, her soul, screamed Nier.
"Yours.... Fuckin hell it yours."
She admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
"Marcus is dominant, but he punks out sometimes, scared to hurt me. Sweet, but… sometimes a bitch needs a little fire, you know? A little roughness to feel alive."
Nier's laugh was dark, but approving.
"That's what I thought."
He leaned closer, his breath hot against her neck.
"You want this to keep going? Want me to take care of you? I can. But there are rules that need to be followed...wanna hear what they are!?"
Imani held her tongue for a hot second, but she nodded.
"Good girl...
He said, then, he began to whisper.
"One...starting today, you don't fuck your husband. Not a touch. Two: you divorce his ass when I say so. I wanna fuck him up a bit.".
He then said to himself.
'If I cuck this idiot I could make him a Negativity farm to boost my power before I crush him.'
Then at last, he whispered into her ears.
"Three... I will reward you when I feel like it, but you gotta please me first. Deal?"
Imani's heart twisted, a storm of guilt and desire tearing through her. This was wrong, so damn wrong. Marcus was her rock, her high school love, the father of her son.
But Nier's touch, his voice, his everything drowned it all out. Even her son's face was fading, replaced by Nier's crimson eyes.
"I… I know this ain't right."
She whispered, her voice cracking.
"But I can't help it. All I think about is you. It's like… you're all that matters to me right now."
Nier's fingers grazed her pussy lips through the thong, slow and teasing, making her gasp.
"What a beautiful cunt."
He said as his tone became mocking but commanding.
"So, Imani, do you want fool around some more today."
"Yess please yesss."
Nier's smirk widened, satisfied at her reply. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered.
"Good girl. Now go upstairs. Find the sluttiest swimsuit in that dress room. And wear it for me."
Imani nodded, her legs shaky as she pulled up her jeans, her mind a haze of Nier. She stumbled toward the stairs, her loyalty to Marcus shattered, her heart now a pawn in Nier's game.