Page 78 of Safe Word

My blood roared in my ears as her mouth dropped open, her spine curved like a bow pulled tight. And she – fucking – took it.

He fed it to her slowly. Torturously. One breath at a time.

He would be slow.

She writhed like a creature falling to pieces. Every plunge made her folds stretch and draw around him, snug and eager.

My breaths staggered, my chest burning as I witnessed the desecration of what was mine. She should be cleansed… any trace of him wiped clean. In hellfire.

He paused. Let her breathe. Let her body remember what it was made for. His hand cupped her hip in a steady, possessive rhythm until her muscles softened, yielding to him.

Then, he sank the final inch in and let it settle.

Buried. Owned.

She shivered as though her last resistance had broken apart.

My nails carved crescents into my palm. I should have looked away. Should have turned and walked out before I made things worse.

But I couldn’t. I saw her first. And here he was, taking what was mine. Soiling it.

Heat drew taut – a venomous psalm pulsing through my veins.

My cock pressed against the zipper like a penitent at a grille, desperate for an absolution I would never be granted.

I moved to let it out just as he cupped her cunt with his other hand – fuck! – just held her there like she was a pulsing little toy wound tight around his hand.

And my Paula was biting the sheets, face flushed, eyes wild with hunger. So ready. So ruinable.

That bastard stood up. Admired his work like a sculptor – as if she were the masterpiece he had broken in.

I broke her! I did!

I couldn’t tell if I wanted to scream or laugh or bite through the mirror.

She… let him.

Let him plug her, own her. She knelt for him.

She was mine.

Mine.

Mine!

And she had gone to him, carrying pieces of me.

‘Breathe through the impulse.’ The good doctor’s dead voice rasped at the edges of my skull. ‘Observe it. Do not become it.’

The mantra pulsed like a heartbeat against my teeth.

Fuck her.

Fuck him.

Fuck. Those. Words.

But I tried.