Page 84 of Make You Mine

Instead, I had to sit back and watch the whole mess unfold.

I pace through the room now, my chest heaving, as I attempt to calm myself down.

I’m not mad. I’m not mad. I am not fucking mad.

If I keep telling myself, maybe I’ll believe it.

One thing’s for sure, I will not burn down the whole place with both of them inside.

I’m not like him.

And I’m not a sharer. Hell, no. But they could have at least asked.

If they did, and my wife really, really wanted it, I may have had no fucking choice but to accept it.

Kayden and I have a shared past. We’ve shared before.

Even if she’s mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Why can’t he accept that? That he can’t have everything I want?

No, they have to go and do this behind my back. After I’ve told them time and time again how things are supposed to work.

That’s not very nice of them. Fucking rude, if you ask me.

Oh, right, they didn’t ask me.

The night started nice and steamy with my sweet wife playing with herself with my toy. Pride inundated my chest as I watched her. I was busy preparing for my next move, our finale, so I knew I’d be late. But I still made sure to record her room, so I could watch it before visiting her.

It was a pleasant surprise that she couldn’t fall asleep and decided to gift me with a show, getting ready and wet for me. My head was stuck on thoughts of playing this footage on repeat for the next few weeks. New material to toy with until our first official meeting.

I was smiling from ear to ear, had my cock out and all, stroking myself at the rhythm of her own fingers, when the asshole burst in and ruined everything. That’s when I knew I fucked up, that I should have been more attentive, be there when she wanted me to.

How dare they do this to me?

That camera she bought? The whole setup? It was for me.

I was supposed to play with Maddy tonight. I was supposed to eat her out while she slept. Not fuck her, no, I’m a gentleman. I’ve got something else prepared for our first time, too. I’m a romantic at heart.

But the first contact between us is fucking ruined now.

I had to spend the past two hours researching and preparing my next present, which made me even later.

I rest my side bag on the desk before taking out a syringe from my pocket.

First things first. Making sure my wife doesn’t wake up mid-action.

I’m tempted to kiss her, to feel her soft lips pressed against mine. But she’s been naughty tonight, and that would be a prize.

She’s wearing this tiny nightgown, leaving little to the imagination, and I’m tempted. I really am.

I shake my head. I’m here for something else.

I hover over her and hold her arm in place, gently, while I stick the needle in it.

A light pinch. That’s it.

Stepping back, I toss the syringe into her trash bin under her desk, folding my arms and sitting tight, waiting for the liquid to take effect. After a few minutes, I test her, poking her arm once, twice. No response.