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She says don’t, but she and I both know that’s part of her kink. She loves the sense of dubious consent. It’s something we’ve agreed on.
“Do you want me to go beat the shit out of Simon instead, and then fire him?” I stroke and stroke, and slip a finger inside her.
“No,” she moans. “Please… don’t do that… to him…” She gasps.
“Then you have to take the punishment. And I can do anything I want to you. You have no choice.” I sink to my knees.
“Yes, I have no choice…” she cries out. I spread her lips open and suckle between her legs, and she moans and squirms. When I fix my mouth on her clit, she squeals, and I bring her very close to orgasm before I pull away and uncuff her.
“Hands and knees,” I order her. “Facing the crowd, so they can watch you come.”
“Yes, Sir.” She obeys me as if in a trance.
I kneel behind her, release my cock, and enter her slick tunnel in one savage thrust. Her cries of pleasure grow louder and louder, and the crowd responds. Men and women are entwined, stripping their clothes off, their excitement rising to a fever pitch.
I force myself to take it slow, and Camille curses me and begs me to make her come. She has such a filthy mouth these days, just like I trained her.
My own excitement swells inside me until it’s nearly unbearable. I want to come, but I also want to make this moment last as long as I can. Camille’s pleading sobs as I torture her with pleasure are so sweet that they give me the willpower to move fast enough to keep her dangling on edge.
“Please let me come,” she groans. “Please, please, I want to come. Please fuck me harder.”
I lean into her ear. “Right here, in front of the crowd, with everyone watching and listening.”
“Yes.” The word spills out of her half moan, half sigh.
What a good girl. She’s earned her orgasm at last. I pick up the pace and slam into her brutally, rocking her forward, and her breath comes faster and faster until her body tenses.
“Yes,” she cries out as her body shakes with release. The convulsing of her inner muscles detonates my own climax. I hold her still as my orgasm shudders through my body. She’s panting and sobbing with relief as she comes again and again. I fall limply against her, shuddering with the last of my release. I make sure every last drop is inside her before I pull out.
These voyeurs can look. They can lust. But it’s my cum that fills her. My cock that gets to feel her squeeze around me. With that comes a power far greater than any kill can offer.
She’s my kryptonite. My very own weakness.
Afterward, I make her get up and turn her back to the audience and bow, exposing her reddened, swollen pussy. She only trembles a little, and her nipples are still hard with excitement. She loves that part. I love the way the men practically drool, and the woman beg to get to be fucked.
The entire place erupts into an orgy that lasts through the night. Screams of pleasure and the smell of sex fill the room, heightening the ecstasy for all.
It’s my wife that did this to them.
I lead her by the hand off the stage and back to my office. Her legs are weak and trembling. I lie her down on the bed there, holding her in my arms and stroking her. “Are you happy?” I ask her.
“Very,” she says, nestling into my shoulder.
I’m happy too. Finally, after so very long.
Camille filled the empty parts of me. She is my beating heart, the breath in my lungs, the reason I am happy to greet each new sunrise. She healed me by loving me just as I am, every dirty, evil part of me. She didn’t try to fix me or change me, she let me drag her down into the gutter with me, and she loves it here.
I stroke the small of her back gently. “My family will be here on Friday, remember. Emilie too. Are you all right with that?”
“It’s fine.” She releases a sigh, snuggling tighter against me, and I hug her to me. “I understand why she did what she did, even if I don’t like it. She’s important enough to you that I can let it go. We’ve reached something of a truce.”
They have, but I still won’t leave the two of them alone in the same room together.
My father will be participating in a hunt at the estate with several men we’ve gathered over the past few weeks. Very bad men. A pedophile—one of my favorite types of prey—and a serial rapist. A man who beat his wife to death will also be among them. I will be joining too.
Camille doesn’t know a lot of the details of what happens at Eternal Glory. She understands there are things I can’t tell her about my family, things she would be happier not knowing. She doesn’t like it, but she accepts it.
She sighs in contentment and presses her slender body into me and whispers in my ear, “I loved what you made me do out there.”
