Chapter Seven
Standing in my own bedroom, with my cock buried in another man’s mouth, while my bound and gagged hubby watches, never appeared anywhere on my relationship bingo card. Not even as a possibility for the free space.
Let’s be honest—Ryan Reynolds was a far-fetched fantasy, and I know it. Although, had that opportunity ever arisen, I definitely would have jumped all over it and RyRey.
“He’s good, Liam,” I say as I use Ward’s mouth as a fucktoy. “You taught him well.”
I slam home deep and nearly gag Ward as I hold him all the way on my cock again. He keeps the struggling to a minimum and I feel him swallowing, trying to fight and control his gag reflex.
“Too bad you won’t get to experience this for a while,” I add as I ease out a little to let Ward breathe. “His mouth and ass belong to only me now.” I stare down into Ward’s blue eyes. “You promise to be a good boy for me, baby?”
“Yeth, Thir,” Ward mumbles around my cock, making me smile and ruffle his hair.
When I glace at Liam, the pain in his eyes nearly makes me call a halt to this.
Then I remember how it felt like a literal gut-punch when I unlocked that cell phone and read everything, saw the pictures and watched the videos.
I don’t have two in me tonight, I’m sure of it. Between physical and mental exhaustion, on top of the emotional shitstorm, I’ll be lucky if I don’t collapse and fall asleep immediately after coming.
That means I take my time right now, making sure Liam can watch what’s happening. “Does anyone else at work know you were roommates?” I ask Ward, pulling out far enough he can talk.
“It hasn’t come up, Sir.”
I fuck his mouth between questions. “Have you said anything to your wife at all about Liam? Mentioned you knew each other in college?”
“I told her we were roommates. I didn’t want to get caught in a lie later, but I wanted to set it up so it wouldn’t be a surprise, either, that we spent time together outside of work.”
“Does she know how long you were roommates?”
“No, Sir. She didn’t ask. She doesn’t care.”
“Excellent.” I slowly thrust again. “Set up a night for us to come over to have dinner with both of you when she’s back in town. Just the four of us. Old friends able to spend time catching up. Make sure asparagus is on the menu.”
At that dictum, his gaze cuts over to Liam and I lightly slap Ward’s cheek. “Well?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Liam despises asparagus. Obviously, Ward remembers that. “Good boy.” I send Liam as sarcastic a smile as I can muster. “You’ll eat every bite of it on your plate, won’t you?”
He glares but nods.
He thinks I’ll pay for this later, at some point.
He’s wrong—I’m paying for it now.
* * * *
For years, one of my secret fantasies was to track down Liam’s ghost, drag him in front of my husband, and watch the man pay for his sins at the sadist’s hands. After Liam finally purged himself and then made love to me in front of him, to show the ghost what he was missing, then the man would be sent away in humiliation.
I used to imagine what flavor popcorn I’d snack on while enjoying a front-row seat to the festivities. About egging Liam on as he unloaded a truck-load of pain onto the mystery man.
Because before I read through the contents of the e-mail account, I held a limited, relatively opaque spouse’s view of the events I was not a witness to. The filter through which I viewed what happened originated because of that opacity.
I never wanted to press Liam once I bumped against his most obvious emotional walls. It pained him to talk about his ghost. Even recalling events from college, happy events, usually concluded with a wistful look in his eyes as he left out gaping chasms of information because of those memories being forever entwined with the ghost’s presence in his soul.
I…got it. I even respected him for honoring his promise to never out the man.
Even when he listed his ghost as his hall-pass fuck exception, I assumed it meant so he could fuck the man and beat his ass and then kick him out of bed. When I agreed to his choice of HPF, I thought it meant—not that I seriously believed it would ever happen—I could partake in that vengeancewithhim. I would have gleefully handed him implements to beat the crap out of the guy.
