The Bet - Part 13

Hello Everyone!

Sorry for this taking a little longer than usual!

I'm taking the feedback that the pace should be speeding up to heart, and this section tries to lay the groundwork for that, although obviously we weren't in a position for Claire to fuck Zane this chapter.

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Porn. 

Even the thought of it made Claire’s lip curl a little in distaste. She wasn’t the type of person who watched porn. She wasn’t the type of person who needed to. She wasn’t a slave to her lust like some people, and was perfectly content to satisfy her sexual cravings in her marital bed. 

…or at least that was the case normally. Now she was sizzling with pent-up desire that her husband had utterly failed to quench. It was no use denying it; she was so fucking horny she could barely think straight. And that was exactly the type of person who watched porn wasn’t it? Claire needed to take the edge off her sexual frustration, and there was no reason to be a hypocrite.

Claire got up and locked the bedroom door with a firm click. Then flopped back down on the bed and pulled her husband’s laptop over to her, idly massaging her wet, throbbing pussy with a look of annoyance on her face. What did one do to find porn anyway? She wanted to watch a powerful man with a big cock fuck the shit out of a submissive woman. Did she just type that into a search engine? 

Dan’s laptop was locked, but Claire knew the password. They didn’t keep secrets from each other. Or at least she hadn’t thought they did. Her eyes widened in shock and her fingers froze between her legs as the screen unlocked, revealing that, when he last closed his laptop, Dan had been watching porn himself. A paused scene filled the screen, showing a woman kneeling at the feet of a big-dicked stud, her tits splashed with his thick, creamy seed. 

Claire let out a little scoff of disbelief, her eyebrows scrunching into a frown. She had no idea that her husband watched pornography. Wasn’t she supposed to be good enough for him? Maybe it was a little hypocritical to be upset at him when she was actively seeking out porn herself… but it wasn’t the same at all, was it? The only reason she was even considering watching porn in the first place was because of Dan’s failure to perform. She would have happily satisfied her cravings with him instead. 

The thought made Claire’s frown deepen even further. The entire situation got worse and worse the more she thought about it. Dan had been unable to get an erection for the past week or so in bed with her… and he decided to jerk off to girls on the internet instead? The idea felt extremely insulting to Claire. And if the website was still open on his laptop… had Dan been jerking off right before she came home? And then he couldn’t even fucking get it up a minute later when she wore slutty underwear for him?

Claire cast a venomous glare at the closed door of the bedroom, anger boiling up inside her and blending with the arousal that oppressed her. That little fucking weasel! It was almost like he considered her inadequate! His gorgeous wife, who had been fending off the aggressive seduction from a man that women couldn’t resist! What about the sluts on this website was so special? Claire suddenly had to know. 

She peered closer at the frozen, slightly dimmed image on the screen, partially hunting for what made this digital image more compelling to Dan than his flesh-and-blood wife, partially simply horny and curious about what the filthy porn had to offer. 

It was strange. Now that she looked closer, the woman on the screen was censored. There was a thick black bar covering her eyes, but it clearly wasn’t just about concealing her identity: her nipples were blacked out as well. Even stranger, the thick cock poised above her, still in the act of squirting a thick rope of cum out onto her presented breasts, wasn’t censored at all. Although it was a little bit blurred from the motion of the video. 

Claire’s heart sped up in her chest a little as she stared at the screen, and her hand began moving again between her legs. She was still pissed that her husband had chosen this filthy porn over her… but in a way this had been exactly the sort of scenario she had wanted to seek out. A submissive little slut kneeling down, taking a thick, hot load over her tits. Claire bit her lip at the twinge of arousal that pulsed through her. Maybe she wouldn’t have to navigate the process of searching for porn after all. If her husband was rude enough to watch porn while not performing for her in bed, she would use his porn to get herself off when he couldn’t. Served him right. 

She wanted a clearer look at that cock. With two fingers swirling around her throbbing clit, Claire used her left hand to navigate the trackpad, clicking to restart the video. The rope of cum that had been frozen in the air fell, splattering over the small, perky breast of the kneeling brunette. The woman moaned, rubbing the sticky cream into her tits, saying in a heated whisper, “Fucking yes! Cum all over my fucking tits you cocky prick… Mark your territory like the bastard that you are. Make me your fucking…”

Claire paused the video, feeling a spike of adrenaline and confusion. She knew that voice from somewhere. Why did she know the voice of a random pornstar from the internet? The only person she knew who did porn was... The realization hit her like a slap in the face. Her eyes locked onto the cock hovering over the cum-splattered woman. Now that she was trying to place it, it wasn’t difficult to recognize. She had felt it’s hard, pulsing length pressed against her ass just yesterday.

This was Zane’s website.

Dan, you have got to be fucking kidding me. You didn’t…

She scrolled to the top of the page, hoping that it was some kind of mistake, but the lurid words “Freaks in the Sheets” greeted her. The name of the filthy site that had made Zane a wealthy man. Her husband wasn’t just jerking off to porn, he was jerking off to the porn of his cocky, dominant college friend. It was honestly kind of pathetic, and despite herself, Claire couldn’t help but see her husband in a brand new light. What kind of loser looked up porn of his big-dicked friend and jerked off to it? 

And worse, she saw on the top banner that Dan was signed in. He was paying to jerk off to the exploits of his “alpha” friend. And it appeared that he had paid for the “beta edition” as well, which explained the censorship. What kind of man would willingly choose to be denied nudity? To willingly self-identify as a “beta”? 

Suddenly, all Zane’s infuriating implications that Dan was a weak-willed pussy felt like they hit a little closer to home. But with the surge of disgust for Dan came a twinge of guilt as well. Dan didn’t even know that, when he was jerking off to his asshole former friend, he was jerking off to the man that had invaded his wife’s sexual fantasies by force. She hadn’t done anything wrong with Zane, with the possible exception of the teasing flirting, but she still imagined that it would hurt Dan to know that she was getting turned on by his awful friend. 

But this wasn’t about Dan right now. Dan had betrayed her by jerking off rather than fucking her when she needed it the most. All he had to do to keep her from fantasizing about that prick was to fuck her right, and he couldn’t even manage that. She bit her lip, staring at the logo for her worst enemies porn site, remembering how filthy and hot it had been to watch Zane fuck another woman. The idea of masturbating to Zane’s cock again was insane. The whole reason she needed to cum in the first place was how wound up Zane had made her. Giving in to temptation would only make that problem worse. 

But the temptation was strong… If she was being honest with herself, the reason she was so horny right now was the sight and then brief feel of Zane’s cock. And here and now she had a chance to see it in action once again in all its glory, with no chance of being caught by him and having it hung over her head. Maybe this was a good chance to indulge her curiosity safely. 

Claire made her choice. She was going to take this opportunity to indulge her fantasies about Zane. She could get it out of her system in her own home, in a way that had no chance of being discovered by the cocky little troll. Tonight, Claire gave herself permission to fantasize about whatever she wanted without guilt. She needed it. 

With growing certainty in her heart and growing fire between her thighs, Claire scrolled down again. She blinked at the name “Ramona” near the top of the page, then sighed and shook her head with a smirk. Of course it was that annoying bitch. That was where she recognized the voice from. The idea of watching more of Ramona didn’t appeal. Claire returned to the main page of the site. 

Her breathing got a little heavier as she scrolled down the long, long list of women on the site. A thrill of dark lust bloomed inside her as her fingers delved a little deeper into her wet pussy. Her eyes greedily took in the women… Barely clothed or not clothed at all. Almost all stunningly beautiful. And all of them willing to allow Zane to post their sexual submission publicly for the internet to see. 

Tentatively, Claire imagined submitting in such a humiliating way, tasting the idea like an exotic new delicacy that she wasn’t sure if she would find delicious or repulsive. She had spent so much time fighting tooth and nail against the idea of giving in to Zane. And maybe that was smart…

But right now this was just about her. She was all alone, with no one here to judge her. No smug fucking prick Zane to gloat over her the second she showed weakness. This was her chance to explore the idea of submission mentally. Get it out of her system. 

Claire’s whimpered lightly as her teasing fingers sent little jolts of sexual electricity blazing through her body. So many beautiful women, and she could click on any one of them and watch them get brutally fucked by Zane’s massive cock. But who should she pick? She recognized Leah as well, despite the black bar covering her eyes. But she had already seen the married mom with the shapely ass get fucked by Zane, and she was more interested in some variety. 

A little further down, a small banner caught her eye, proclaiming ‘NEW!!” in bright, eye-catching letters. She had thought that her shocks were over for the day, but she let out a little gasp as she saw the woman posing for a photo. Claire would recognize her anywhere, despite the fact that she had a black bar obscuring her eyes and was wearing a slutty little rainbow colored tube top and a tiny white thong. 

Why the fuck is Perlah on Zane’s porn website? 

There was no mistake either: her name was printed right there next to a short blurb which read:

“Sorry strokers, no complicated seduction and training log for this particular slut… But that’s only because she was eager for my cock practically from the first time I met her. To make up for her too-easy submission, I made sure to work her extra hard in her professional video debut. It’s one you aren’t going to want to miss!”

Claire was stunned, but even as she gawped open-mouthed at the screen, her eyes darting over her assistant’s tawny, sluttily-displayed body, her fingers never stopped rubbing frantically between her spread thighs, sending hot, buzzing pleasure spreading throughout her lower belly. Perlah? Her bright, enthusiastic assistant? She had succumbed to Zane’s obnoxious seduction?

Not only that, but if the website was to be believed, she had barely put up any resistance, pouncing on Zane’s cock immediately. It was hard to reconcile with what Claire knew about her assistant and friend. Perlah was only a few years younger than Claire, but Claire liked to think she had been a mentor to the younger woman. They had grown close over the past year that Claire had employed her, and Claire trusted Perlah more than almost anyone in her life. 

So to see that she had fallen so easily to a creep like Zane was disturbing. And also darkly erotic. 

Claire couldn’t help the perverse curiosity building inside her… and besides, she had already told herself that whatever she got off to right now in the bedroom was just a harmless exploration that didn’t count. Claire clicked into the page of Perlah, an indescribable feeling of anxiety, disgust, and powerful lust rioting through her.

She was immediately met with a choice between ‘Perlah’s training” and “Professional Scenes”, both with an icon with “New!” next to them in bright yellow. What exactly did Zane mean by “training”? It was an insulting way to think about someone you had sex with… but come to think of it, Claire wasn’t exactly surprised by that. Zane wasn’t exactly the respectful type. She clicked into the section on “Perlah’s Training”, that sense of erotic anticipation building inside her as she slowly rubbed herself, keeping an edge on her pleasure. 

The page was quite short, but deeply illuminating on how Zane saw the world and the art of seduction. It started with a short paragraph, followed by a few pictures.

“What can I say, strokers? Some girls are challenges for even a stud like me (although I always get that pussy in the end), and some girls start out practically drooling for cock. This tight little Asian slut wasn’t a challenge. Just look at the fuck me eyes she was giving me the day we met! (First picture below). You know how I feel, strokers: Pussy is just way sweeter to me if I need to work for it. It gives me a sense of accomplishment to fuck a bitch who thought I was beneath them. So normally a total slut like pretty little Perlah would bore me. But Fuck, sometimes a hot slut is a hot slut, am I right? What I’m trying to say is this: this training log is sort of a dud, because Perlah didn’t need any training. She’s a natural submissive slut. But I made sure to work her hard in her first professional shoot to make up for the short training log, so I’ll meet you all over there. Happy stroking!”

Claire’s eyes scanned the words, her eyebrows scrunching into a frown. So Zane specifically enjoyed seducing women who he thought would be a challenge… and he considered it “training”. Training to become a submissive slut. The idea sent a tingle through her pussy, another wave of heat spreading up through her core. Was that what Zane thought he was doing with her? 

Was she being trained? 

Her instincts instantly pushed back against the idea. She had more respect for Zane than she once had, but the idea that some perverted asshole had the capacity to train her like a dog was ludicrous. But after her immediate rejection, Claire started thinking about it more carefully. She had started out with nothing but dismissive disgust for Zane. Now she was grudgingly aroused by him. She had wanted to cut him out of their lives completely, and now he invaded her thoughts constantly. 

She was masturbating to the thought of him even now. Wasn’t this the sort of behavior that Zane wanted and had been encouraging? What was that if not training? The idea was disturbing, but also arousing on a level Claire didn’t expect. The idea of a cocky asshole like Zane pulling her strings and corrupting her still felt hard to believe, but it spoke to the growing submissive desires inside her in a powerful way. 

But despite that disturbing thought, Claire had told herself she wasn’t going to feel bad about what turned her on during this masturbation session. So she continued rubbing her hot, throbbing pussy, filling the bedroom with soft wet noises as she scrolled down to view the pictures. The first showed Perlah sitting at the reception desk, smiling up at the camera. Claire couldn’t see the “fuck-me” eyes that Zane had referenced in his blurb thanks to the censorship, but Perlah’s coy smile was unmistakable. The fish eye of the lens made it clear that Zane had taken it through a hidden camera at the time…

A shock of icy realization shot through Claire. If she was on Zane’s radar for conquest… did that mean that he had already recorded their meetings so far? Zane certainly hadn’t pulled out a camera and stuck it in her face… but had he been wearing anything that could have hidden a camera? The idea that her attempt at teasing flirtation the other day might have been filmed made her wilt with humiliation and rub her pussy even faster, biting her lip. At least the website was very clear that all of the videos and pictures were posted only with permission, which Claire hadn’t given… and never would… obviously. 

Well, there was no use worrying about that now, despite the distressingly erotic idea of Zane saving up footage and pictures of a “Claire’s Training” log that would never come to be. The leering, perverted tone of the website was already making Claire’s swirling fingers feel good on her clit, but the small paragraph and handful of pictures showing Perlah willingly flirting with Zane were hardly titillating enough to bring Claire to orgasm. She clicked through to the “Professional Videos” section for Perlah. 

There was only one video available for now, and Claire wasted no time in pressing play, her heart thumping a sickening rhythm in her chest and her skin feeling hot and tight with arousal. 

The video showed a brief logo of the website's name before fading up from black to show Perlah laying back on a bed. Claire’s breath caught in her chest at the sight… It really did look  professional. Crisp, clear video showed Perlah’s exposed body in mouth-watering detail.

Perlah was wearing the same outfit she had posed in for her profile picture. A cutesy ensemble of a rainbow-colored tube top that barely covered her firm little tits, a tiny white thong wedged between the alluring delta of her slim thighs, and spotless knee-high socks. The overall impression was of a sort of sleazy, hyper-sexualized, girlish innocence. The sort of thing a pervert would make a woman wear if he wanted to emphasize her youth and cuteness. 

Claire had always respected her assistant. She knew that it could be awkward working as the assistant for someone just a few years older than you, but Perlah had never given the impression she resented the power imbalance. In fact, they had grown friendly, trading small talk, fashion tips, and even talking about men. 

Perlah’s issue, in Claire’s view, had always been her overly-casual attitude toward sex. It looked like that had been her downfall: giving an apex predator like Zane a pity fuck had been like trying to rub a tiger’s belly. Her cute little naive assistant had found herself swallowed in one gulp. 

The sexy little outfit had been obscene when Perlah was standing still in a photo, but it was much more erotic now that she was writhing on the sheets, running delicate fingers over the white cloth between her legs while performatively sucking on a finger of her other hand. Claire felt very strange looking at her trusted assistant in this pornographic context… but the idea of seeing someone she knew, not some random slut, get fucked by Zane was make her tremble with taboo excitement. Despite the fact that she had always respected Perlah, Claire couldn’t wait to see her get fucked. Her breaths were hot and ragged in her throat now, and she could feel her stiff nipples pressing hard against the lace of the bra Zane had bought her. 

The arousal inside her only roared higher when Zane crossed into the frame, his squat, hairy body standing above Perlah, his huge, throbbing cock looming over the lithe body of the slutty submissive eagerly waiting for him. Perlah’s head turned toward the trollish man standing above her with a sultry smile. Although her eyes were censored, Claire had no difficulty recognizing the expression on her assistant’s face… It was a look of enthusiastic, eager submission. 

It was a feeling that Claire felt an echo of inside herself… and right now, she let herself experience that lust without crushing it down like she normally did. 

“Ready for your debut, sweetie?” asked Zane in his usual smug voice, reaching down to rub Perlah’s thong with his thick fingers in a confident display of ownership. 

Perlah parted her thighs wide with a moaning purr of satisfaction, eagerly granting Zane further access. “Ooh, yes sir! I want everyone to see how much I love this cock!” She reached up to prove her words, wrapping delicate fingers around his thick shaft and pumping her hand up and down Zane’s massive dick. 

“I guess you had better suck it then, sweetie,” said Zane, pressing forward.  Perlah didn’t reply this time, except by rising to one elbow to give her a better angle, extending her dripping pink tongue, and running it up the length of Zane’s shaft. 

Claire let out a sweet little moan, pressing her fingers into her burning cunt as she watched a friend of hers sloppily submit to Zane’s dominant cock. Her whole body seemed to pulse with the beat of her heart as her eyes locked onto the filthy scene, watching Perlah seal her sweet lips around the pulsing head of Zane’s dick… God, it was so fucking big it stretched her lips out obscenely around it. 

What would it feel like… to put herself in that position? Just the idea sent a roaring flush of desire through her, drawing a shuddering gasp from her lips. It would be so awfully humiliating to give in to Zane’s arrogant pursuit, proving him right all along. Sucking Zane’s cock like Perlah was doing right now, humbling stuffing her mouth with the thick shaft of the man she hated, would be so devastatingly painful and humbling that Claire would never, ever do it… But that didn’t mean the thought wasn’t hot. It played right into the growing curiosity she had for submission. There was nothing more submissive than sexually servicing an arrogant prick like Zane, especially since he acted like it was inevitable. 

On screen, Zane had pushed aside the tiny thing between Perlah’s legs to give him better access, and a black bar now covered the action. But that didn’t stop Claire from imagining that the fingers teasing her clit were Zane’s. Her hips humped and strained upward into her hand as she gave in to the shameful fantasy, finally admitting to herself what it was she had been desiring for so long. 

It felt so amazing that she was certain this had been a good idea. This masturbation session was allowing her to safely explore the kinky idea of losing sexually to Zane without having to actually experience it. The best of both worlds. Her sharp green eyes devoured the action on the screen as Zane climbed onto the bed, manhandling his petite Asian fuckdoll into position. One of Claire’s hands rose to tweak and pinch one of her nipples beneath the lace as Zane tore away the scrap of white cloth from Perlah’s cunt and tossed it away, leaving her pussy bare, although obscured by censorship in her husband’s beta edition. Zane forced the petite woman into a brutal, dominant doggy-style, her head pushed down into the sheets and her flexible body arched dramatically to present her dripping sex for his pleasure. 

“Please, Sir!” whined Perlah breathlessly, sounding exactly like the desperate little slut Zane had turned her into. “Please fuck my tight little pussy! I want everyone to see that you own it!” 

Zane chuckled, slapping his cock against Perlah’s upturned ass with a few meaty thwacks. He turned to the camera, his face, just like his cock, completely uncensored. The sharp eye contact through the screen sent a white-hot bolt of desire right through Claire’s core. It was like he was looking straight at her, dominating her with his commanding gaze. “Well, you heard the lady,” he said with a wolfish grin. “She needs this cock. Watch closely… see how I make a slut all mine.”

With that he gripped Perlah’s hips and thrust inside. She was so turned on that he slipped in almost to the hilt in one smooth motion, despite his massive size. Claire’s fingers between her thighs began plunging into herself in time with Zane’s thrusts as he fucked Claire’s trusted assistant into the bed, drawing trembling squeaks of pleasure from the cute little Asian slut. 

Claire felt like her body was on fire. God, it would feel so fucking good to be powerfully fucked by a cock like that. But it would be so fucking wrong too… Not just because she was married, but because she would have to swallow her pride and get fucked like a bitch, submitting to a man in a way she never had before. … but right now, in this guilt-free masturbation session, that was what she wanted. She wanted a real man, a powerful man to make her submit and dominate her with his thick cock, no matter how humiliating it might be. 

On the screen, Zane seized both of Perlah’s arms in his, jackhammering into her from behind with powerful strokes. Her little rainbow tube top slipped down, letting her firm little naked tits bounce and jolt with each, loud slapping impact of Zane’s thighs on Perlah’s ass. Perlah was moaning loud and wild, her lips parted as animal sounds of pleasure poured out. 

Claire grunted in pleasure mixed with frustration. She wanted to see Perlah’s stiff nipples bounce. She wanted to see her eyes hazed with lust. She wanted to see her pussy lips stretched wide around Zane’s conquering dick. But all of those were covered by black bars. Because her Beta of a husband didn’t think he deserved to see these women naked like Zane did. 

Despite her frustration, Claire was finally getting close. She was approaching the orgasm that her husband had failed to give her. And it was all from imagining herself in Perlah’s place. It felt so good to let this forbidden fantasy out of the box… Claire pictured herself beneath Zane, his thick cock pushing deep inside her, stretching her wider than Dan ever could, teaching her the pleasure of penetration that all of the small-dicked betas that she had ever dated her had failed to. 

“Yes…more…” moaned Claire lightly, writhing on her marital bed in lingerie another man had bought for her, fingering herself to the thought of submitting to her worst enemy’s thick cock. “Fuck me…” She hesitated, thrown off for a second by what she had been about to say. But why not? This didn’t count right? If she had come this far, why not go all the way?”

“Fuck me, Zane,” she moaned, her eyes entranced by the sight of Zane’s glistening shaft sliding in and out of her friend’s tight pussy. “Fucking make me yours…”

Saying that out loud suddenly seemed to bring her orgasm rushing to the surface all at once. The porn video still had almost 15 minutes left, but she was already cumming. Claire’s curvy body strained hard, every muscle singing with tension as a sweet cry of pleasure broke from her lips. Zane was on her mind as her pussy clenched tight around her dripping fingers. His thick, powerful cock. His arrogant, dominant gaze. In that moment, she indulged in the most forbidden fantasy of all… surrender. 

Finally, she slumped back on the bed, breathing heavily as her legs trembled. Fuck. She couldn’t remember the last time she had cum that hard… and all from just her fingers. She reached out to pause the video as she basked in the warm afterglow of an orgasm that had finally managed to take some of the edge off of her sexual frustration. That had been fucking intense. 

And it was all from imagining Zane. 

Something definitely needed to be done about the whole situation. That much hadn’t changed. Allowing the what-if to play out in her head had been cathartic, but having sex with Zane was out of the question. Claire never lost. Especially not to assholes like him. She needed to put an end to Zane’s attempts to fuck her. And, luckily, in the clarity of her post-orgasm reflection, Claire found that her fantasizing had finally shaken loose the obvious solution to the problem of her annoyingly persistent seducer. 

Zane thrived on mind games and manipulation. Trying to play his game by flirting with him had been foolish. He was the master of that sort of thing, and had a home field advantage. Claire had always been straightforward and confrontational. That was the way she could solve this problem. 

If she wanted to stop Zane from trying to fuck her, she should just sit him down and confront him about it directly. Give him no chance to weasel away with his mind games. Just get in his face, force him to explain himself, and tell him it was never going to happen. Before, she had felt like even acknowledging Zane’s aggressive pursuit would be giving it too much weight, like she would be admitting it might be an issue. But this masturbation session had finally helped her see that she couldn’t afford to pretend that Zane’s seduction was having no effect. 

Before she could change her mind, she grabbed her phone and typed out a terse message to Zane, demanding that they meet to discuss a non-work-related issue. She felt like she had a sense of purpose and drive once again. Letting herself cathartically imagine the worst case scenario had been freeing. A truly great idea. 

… And if it had been a good idea once, why not do it again? Claire still felt invigorated and horny after her orgasm. Why not go for another? After all, she hadn’t even made it through the whole video, and she was curious how Zane was going to make the little slut take his cum. Who knew, maybe after another couple orgasms, she might feel good enough to forgive her disappointment of a husband and let him back into the bedroom.

Claire pulled the laptop back toward her and slipped her hand back to her hot, sloppy pussy, ready to get Zane even more out of her system. 

…

Zane felt his cock stiffen almost immediately as he read Claire’s text. 

Game Over. 

Well, maybe not exactly, but this was a crucial step. Claire asking to see him outside of a professional context could only be good news. It was no doubt another attempt to escape from him, but whether Claire recognized it or not, it was a softening in her stance toward him. A gap in her armor that he could exploit. 

Claire had been a tough nut to crack, but her resistance was on its last ropes. All it would take is one more push.

The ball was in his court. Claire was asking for the meeting, which meant it was Zane’s privilege to name the time and place…

Option A:  Maybe he should simply insist that she visit his house again. A casual setting like that, all alone with no one else around… in the bedroom that she had worked so hard on. It was a situation ripe with temptation. Maybe the private setting would make Claire more vulnerable to humiliating compromise than if she had others watching. 

Option B: On the other hand, Zane thought it might be effective to invite Claire out to dinner. The context of a fancy night out at a nice restaurant might force Claire to see him as a lover subconsciously. It might also throw her off her guard if he pampered her a little and demonstrated that his alpha status and wealth could be fun and pleasurable rather than just dominant and abrasive. 

Option C: If there was anything that was going to make Claire break, it was raw, filthy sexuality. Zane could simply demand that she visit him on set during a porn shoot. Forcing her to be around him in such a loaded, sexual context would no doubt arouse her at this point, although it might be a little ham-fisted.