I dodged his weak-ass swing easily, then countered with a brutalhook to his gut. I heard the air whoosh out of his lungs in a pained grunt. As he doubled over, I grabbed his collar and slammed him to the floor. The hardwood thudded under the impact—that had to hurt.
"Igor, stop!" Elena's terrified voice came from the bed, laced with tears.
I ignored her. I straddled Marco, pounding my fists into his face, each blow landing with a dull smack. I put everything into those punches; I wanted him to remember the pain. This damn bastard had seen her every day for five years, touched her, while I'd been like a rabid dog, scouring the world for her, tortured by regret every fucking night.
Marco's face swelled up, a deep bruise forming around his left eye, his lip split open, blood dripping down his chin. I dragged him to the corner of the room, yanked some scarves from Elena's closet, and tied him roughly to a chair. I made sure the knots were tight—tight enough he couldn't budge.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Marco gasped, his voice shaky from the pain.
I squatted in front of him, flashing a cruel grin. "Since you love my woman so much, just sit there quietly and watch who she really belongs to."
I saw his pupils shrink as he got it. I balled up the last scarf and stuffed it into his mouth, turning his protests into muffled noise. Then I headed back to the bed.
"No!" Elena's voice sharpened, her eyes wide with horror as she realized what was coming. "Igor, please, don't."
"Don't piss me off, Elena. You hid from me for five years—this is your punishment," I said. "You made me search for five years, and all that time you were with this bastard."
I ripped the blanket off her, exposing her perfect, naked body to the harsh light again. Her nipples stood hard like cherries, her pussy glistening with slick arousal. Her lips parted slightly, begging for more. I forced her legs apart, wide open toward Marco, giving him a full view. I heard the bastard swallow hard, his eyes glued to her, breathingheavy.
I pinned her down again, her hands pushing weakly at my chest.
"Please, not with Marco here..." she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I know he's watching," I bit her earlobe, nibbling with my teeth. "That's the point. I want him to see your body tremble for me, get wet for me, come for me."
My hands roamed her silky skin, teasing the spots that made her shiver. I pinched and twisted her nipple, while my other hand dipped to her pussy, fingers plunging in, stirring up lewd, wet sounds. She tried to fight it, but her body betrayed her—her hips arched up on their own.
"No... ah... don't..." Her moans spilled from deep in her throat, sweet and reluctant. Her cheeks flushed, eyes half-closed, breath ragged.
I glanced up at Marco. His eyes devoured us, a twisted mix of pain, anger, and hidden excitement on his face. His pants tented obviously, breath coming faster.
I took off the pants I'd only just put on a moment ago and tossed them casually onto the floor. I stood completely naked, my cock throbbing hard and ready. Elena's eyes widened, a fresh wave of tears spilling as she realized there was no escape. I flipped her over roughly, forcing her onto her knees, ass high in the air, her tight little asshole exposed right toward Marco. She thrashed desperately, begging me to stop, but my hands clamped down on her hips like iron—she couldn't move an inch.
"Igor, no! Please, not like this—not with him watching!" she cried, her voice breaking with shame, face buried in the pillow to hide her humiliation.
But I felt it—her pussy gushed even more, slick juices dripping onto the sheets. "Look at you, Elena. Your body's so honest. Dripping wet like this... You love it, don't you? Love me fucking you in front of another man, you little slut."
She shook her head furiously, denying it through sobs. "No... I don't... stop..."
I ignored her pleas, kneading her ass cheeks hard, watching herasshole clench and relax under my grip. The sight drove me wild. "I'm gonna take your virgin ass right here, in front of this bastard Marco. Break you in while he watches."
Her whole body tensed, fresh tears soaking the sheets. "No, Igor! Not that—not with him here! It's too humiliating!"
"That's the fun part," I growled, leaning down. My tongue flicked out, tracing her asshole, then pushing in. It wasn't as wet as her pussy, but just as tight, gripping my tongue as I swirled it inside, exploring every inch. She whimpered, a mix of shock and unwanted pleasure, her shame making her tremble harder.
I pulled back, swiped my fingers through her soaked folds to lube them up, then eased one in. She gasped, clenching around it. "Relax, baby. Feel that? Someone's watching you get your ass fingered like a needy whore."
"I hate you... Please, stop..." she whispered, but her body arched back slightly, betraying her words.
I added a second finger, then a third, stretching her slowly, feeling her adjust despite the tears. "Tell him, tell him how much you want me, how many times in the last five years you've fantasized about my body pressing down on you, my cock entering you."
She bit her lip, shaking her head, but a moan escaped. Her first orgasm hit then, her ass clenching around my fingers as she came hard, tears streaming, body shaking with humiliated bliss.
"But your body loves me, loves me madly," I taunted, thrusting my fingers deeper.
"I hate you... I hate you so much..." She gritted her teeth, her voice laced with hatred, yet mixed with uncontrollable gasps.
I chuckled darkly. "Hate me all you want, but you're soaking for it. Admit it—you get off on being watched, on being my dirty little secret in front of him."
