“In a minute.” Tongue poked out as I concentrate, I work on the knot and balance on the chair. “Shush, trying to concentrate.”
“Ben!”
Stepping down and letting her drop, her shout turns to a gurgled grunt. Her legs swing wildly as her brain catches up with the fact she’s no longer grounded. Her unmanicured hands fly to her neck. I smile with satisfaction; the more she struggles, the tighter it pulls.
I position the chair beneath her feet and smile at how perfectly I tied the rope. Her toes touch, but only if she stretches to her full length. She’ll get tired soon, but by that point, Benny and I will be gone.
Olivia can starve in her crib, I don’t give a damn.
Stepping forward, I look up and study my beautiful wife as she slowly strangles and her nails gouge her porcelain skin. Her gurgles send my dick thrumming with anticipation.
It’s a fucking shame Isabelle isn’t here tonight.
“I loved you, Lindsi, but you brought this on yourself. You don’t get to leave me. You don’t get to make that choice.” I pat her leg and knock her toes from the chair. “Catch you on the other side, babe.”