His head snaps toward the picture on the nightstand, then back to me. “Would you…”
“Would I what?”
“When you finish…” He hesitates, then commits to what I already know he’s about to ask. “Don’t finish in me. Finish on her.”
“Come again?”
“She degrades me every day, and this is the only way I feel better about it. Please, Daddy. Please come on my wife’s face.”
“Oh, Daddy’s gonna fi?—”
I don’t even make it to the end of the sentence.
I’m gone.
I double over, and a loud laugh cracks out of me before I can stop it.
“I can’t—fuck, I’m done. Baby?”
The bathroom door swings open, and Shannen strolls out, trying and failing not to collapse from how much she’s laughing. She’s clutching her stomach by the time she gets to me, barely breathing, with tears streaming down her face.
We’re both howling now, completely gone, leaning against each other for support, while Greg is still tied to the bed, with a raging hard-on and absolutely no clue that this wasn’t a hookup. It was a setup.
“It got super fucking weird, and honestly, it would’ve been easier to beat the crap out of him.”
“No, this is gold.” She rises onto her toes and brushes her lips against mine, forgetting for a second that there’s a tied-up little bitch on the bed. “Thank you, baby.”
“What the fuck?” Greg says, his face in shock as he starts to pull on the ties he’ll never get out of. “What is going on here?”
“Well, Greg… you hurt my wife a long time ago, and this is what we like to call karma.”
“Your wife? I’ve never seen her before.”
“Wrong, Greg. Try again.” I pull Shannen close, one arm wrapped lazily around her waist as she steps in front of me, her back to my chest, so we can both watch his face the second it clicks.
“Trailer trash? No way.”
Oh, I’m going to kill him.
Shannen must feel the shift because her hand shoots out, gripping my forearm hard, her nails digging in deep enough to break skin.
“If you ever say that to me again, Greg, I’ll let my husband off his leash. And considering you’re in a very vulnerable position right now, I’d suggest you shut the hell up before you find out how creative he can be when he’s allowed to play.”
Greg’s eyes go wide, then immediately drop, like he’s suddenly remembering he’s stark fucking naked. His needy cock—which was practically begging for attention thirty seconds ago—has completely shriveled up and disappeared back inside his body.
“What is this?” he croaks, his voice shaking as he starts to understand the position he’s in.
“This is a little payback. If Phoenix had his way, you’d probablyalready be missing an arm or a few teeth, so try to be grateful, dickflap.”
The panic rising in his chest, that tight little knot crawling up his throat, making it hard to breathe, hard to think—it used to be her fear. Now it’s his, and it’s fucking beautiful.
“What is wrong with you two?” he shouts, panic finally overtaking any confusion.
“You asked me to come on your wife’s picture because you’re too much of a pussy to stand up to her, and you think we’re the ones who are messed up?”
Shannen turns her face and kisses me again before bending down to grab Greg’s jeans off the floor. She pulls his phone from the pocket and walks over to the bed.
“Wait—” Greg starts as she holds the phone up to his face to unlock it.
