She punished me for trying to leave her by moving us in with Dex and Katrina for months so that none of us would be alone if we wanted totry something. I think that was code for‘in case you’re still suicidal’but I let her have her way... or Katrina’s way.
They've gotten awfully close. I'm not mad about it, but I do resent their friendship when I want my wife to myself. Katrina makes my best friend and my wife happy, so the fact that I fucked her and almost killed her is kind of low on my list of concerns, especially since I've been in speech therapy, physical therapy, and regular therapy.
We’reallin the last one, sometimes even group therapy so we can air out our grievances over who left the toaster on the counter (Katrina), who drank the last of the coffee (Dex), or who was caught fucking on the dining room table (Amber and I).
In my defense, they were supposed to be out of town that weekend.
For the most part, we've divided the place so that we all have a fair amount of privacy. It's let me see Katrina and Dex in real life, which made it easy for me to support him when he showed me the engagement ring he picked for her.
Amber approved emphatically.
I don't know how long we're going to live together with our best friends. We are a married couple, after all. Despite the hell we've been through, we're still in the honeymoon period. Which is why, when I decide to punish her, I decide not to be too hard on her.
"What are we doing here?" Amber asks, turning to me when I put the car in park.
It's been months since we went on a rampage together. Months since her last kill, and even longer since mine.
If anything good came from my suicide attempt, it's that I seem to have slayed my beast. Or maybe it's still just having her, the fact that she lets me own her heart, body, and soul. I have complete control over her, anytime, anywhere.
We established the ground rules for that early on. Free use at all times, so long as it isn't done with the intention to degrade or devalue our marriage. That includes sliding into her perfect cunt in the middle of the night, flipping her over, and waking her up by folding her in half.
I can't get enough of her, and she can't seem to get enough of me.
"Your punishment." I tell her. She shivers once already, and I wonder if it's from the idea of a punishment or because of the way I say it. She swears my voice is deeper than it used to be, and it is apparently a massive turn-on for her. The shit she has had me say to her has made me do a double take, but she likes to play hard. Our therapist said that fulfilling kinks in a controlled manner lets her rewrite her trauma... the ones that I can't undo. Letting her pretend she's at my mercy, that she has no control, gives her a chance to experience things her brain thinks her body shouldn't crave while knowing that she's safe.
She'salwayssafe with me.
Even before I was certain we'd killed my beast, I never would have let her get hurt. Just like I never let myself get hurt. It's why I ultimately failed, because my body knew what my brain didn't... that I wanted to live. It's why I faltered, why I didn't hit the artery, why I wasn't able to cut as deep as I thought I could.
"Punishment?" She frowns. "What for?"
"You really can't think of anything?" I muse, watching her lips part as she stares at my mouth.
Fuck, she's a naughty little thing. She's absolutely insatiable.
When she shakes her head, I shake mine, too, letting her know not to commit to that answer.
"I—" She thinks, racking her brain. "Is it because I made out with Katrina last week?"
I groan because it's not about that at all. And now that she's put the thought in my head, I'm already hard.
"No, little doll." I shake my head. "If you want to kiss your friends, kiss your friends. If you want to fuck her, fuck her."
Her eyes widen with shock, but I clock the way her chest rises and falls faster. She's thought about it, whether she's ready for me to know that or not.
"I—"
"You can fuck my friends, too, if you want. I don't care what you do because your body knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?"
Her cheeks are red, and it's so glorious I could eat her alive. I may, if she doesn't put some space between us soon, because the thought of watching Katrina and Dex fuck my wife is unexpectedly erotic. I don't know how to contend with that, but I guess that's a good topic for next week's group therapy.
"You." Her voice is choked with desire. "My body belongs to you."
"And?"
"And my heart." She breathes. "My soul."
"That's right." I agree coolly. "So why did you think you could leave me, little doll? You gave me hell for trying to leave you, but you tried to go first. And I simply can't let that go unpunished."
