“Got that plug, man?”
“Sure do.”
“Good. We’ve got a tight little asshole to destroy tonight.”
Blade’s eyes glow with the same excitement I’m feeling. He likes this sleazy scenario more than the kidnapping thing. Me, too. “Yeah. Got to get it ready.”
“That’s right. We’re gonna fuck it so hard she won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
She whimpers and squirms and I give her a fake, narrow-eyed smile, putting out a hand to weigh one of her tits while I say, “Don’t worry. You’ll like it. You’ll fuckin’ beg for it.”
“Can I…” Blade looks up from where he was watching my hand on her, and holds up the plug. “Want me to lube it up?”
I nod, lean back against the wall like a goddamn king on his throne, and say, “Actually, we should get her on the bed. Do this properly.” I grab her tit again, play with it like it’s nothing more consequential that a set of worry beads or a fruit I’m checking for ripeness, and say, “Go ahead and put her up there.”
All of this is done without direct eye contact with Twyla. The more I ignore her and treat her like an object, the more she wiggles and shimmies on my lap, trying to put pressure on that wet little pussy.
Blade reaches for her, as matter of fact about the whole thing as I’m trying to be. He grabs her under the arms and hauls her up, ignoring her gasp when her hands and knees land on the mattress.
“Legs apart,” I order getting up on my knees to join him behind her. “We need to see.”
“This shit’s in the way.” I pull the dress off, brusque, but careful not to hurt her. I can’t help but smooth a hand over her back, her ass. “This is nice.”
“Looks good.” Blade looks at me, expectantly. It takes me a moment to understand that things have shifted between us, too. Right now, he’s asking for permission. Because we’ve veered from the script and because she’s mine.
“Look at her tits.”
He leans back to look below her at where they’re only half-held by the sweet little white bra she chose for today. “Go ahead, man. You can touch. I don’t mind.”
She whimpers and arches her back. Blade’s hand’s almost shaking when he reaches down to pluck at her round nipple, which sets her off on a low, guttural hum that I can feel in my balls. “Fuck, she’s such a little slut.”
“Such nice tits,” he says, playing with one and then the other, then looks up. “You ever fuck ’em?”
“Not yet.” And now it’s all I want. All I can think of. Until she twists her body and I catch sight of the sparkling diamond at her asshole, and suddenly there’s nothing I want more than to play with it. I move close and caress her ass cheeks. “You ever seen an ass like this?”
“Not often.”
I give her cheek a quick slap, which works her up. “It’s gonna feel good.”
“You gonna let me in there, man?”
“I don’t know yet,” I shrug, though it’s hard to maintain any degree of nonchalance when it comes to sharing this woman’s body with another. Because, yeah, I’ve planned it and set it up and, yeah, it’s hot to watch him touch her, but beneath it all, that mantra of mine’s just chugging along like a never ending heartbeat. Every time his hand gets near her, every time I think about his cock inside her, the Mine gets louder, angrier, ready to punch and kick and throw him the hell off.
Breath shaking, I work the little plug from her ass and immediately fill her with my thumb, soaking up every pleasured sound she gives us. And then, because she is mine, because she trusts me, I look up at Blade and say, “Hardly needs any lube, man. Check it out.” I hold her ass open. “Go on, feel her cunt. This little brat’s dying to get her holes filled.”
His evil chuckle cuts off abruptly the second his fingers touch my wife’s sweet pussy. “Fuck,” he mutters, the awe in his voice gratifying. “Fuck, man.”
“Right?” I pick up the other plug. “Here.”
He grabs it and lubes it up, while I bend over and spit on her asshole, working my finger in and out, enjoying every tiny reaction she gives us like a gift. When he nods, I pull out and work the wider gauge plug in and she tries to get away and I fucking keep her right there with a fist in her hair.
That move—the attempt to flee, the hair restraint—ramps things up again, from calm and calculating into something more feverish.
“Like that, don’t you, brat?”
“Fuck, look how she takes it.” Blade twists the plug and smacks it for good measure, then looks at me, waiting for what’s next.
“Let’s break her mouth in,” I say, keeping my voice as calm and sensible as I can, though my whole fucking body’s screaming with want.
