Page 25 of Arranged Pleasures

“Nico, what is this?”

“Let them watch.” I chuckle sinisterly. “Let them see what I do to you and what I would never.” I enunciate never. “Do to them. You want the world to see that not only my world startsand ends with you but so does my fucking lust. Welcome to room four, wife.”

She shudders and now it’s time to begin.

Once they are all seated the music starts. The sounds of “Chokehold” by Sleep Token fills the room. I come toe to toe with Emelia. Our side profiles facing the viewing mirror. Her chest is rising and falling so rapidly, I imagine it’s in sync with her heartbeat. The words in the song melodically start and I eye her over, my head tilting back and forth slowly. I am the hunger and she is the satiation.

Reaching behind me, I pull out my knife tucked in my dress slacks. The shiny blade catches in the neon red lights. She gulps and looks to the window of women and back to me. I don’t bother looking at the people on the other side. They aren’t even here in my head. My focus is on the only fucking one I want. I slide the blade under the strap of her all-black sundress and I tug slowly and the strap starts to rip. Before it completely snaps, I remove it and bring it to the center of her chest, right atop the fabric of her dress. The music starts to peak at the chorus of the song, and careful yet effortlessly, I take the blade and cut her dress down the middle and then rip it off her body.

She gasps.

“No panties or bra. You fucking knew I was going to have you. You were ready to submit to your Capo.”

She cries and nods. “Yes. I was.”

“Good girl. Now hands on the glass,” I tell her and on shaking legs, she walks to the window, and I watch her.

She places her hands against the window, and she looks up at the women while I stay focused on her every move, her breathing, her trembling, even the way her long blond hair falls into place with her new formation. I take my gun out and drop the knife to the ground. This gun has been locked away for years now. One I used years ago between her thighs, the first timeshe tested me. I unbuckle my pants and pull just my cock free. Stepping up to her, my cock nudges her ass as I use my foot to lightly push on her ankles, prompting her to open up for me. I place my hands over hers and she looks at the gun in my hand over hers and her breath hitches.

“Yeah, baby. Remember this gun?”

She nods slowly.

“The weapon…”

“That protects me,” she finishes for me, and I smile.

“Yes. That one.” I line myself up, my lips still next to her ear.

“Now fuck the cock that owns you.” With that, I slam into her. Her head flies back and lands on my shoulder and she screams my name.

“Louder. Let them see your body. Hear your pleasure. Let them see what it’s like to be the only one who can do this to me. To you.” I fuck into her harder. Punishing thrust. Deep ones. She follows my orders and gets louder.

“Remember the way you got this gun soaked?” I grab a fist of her hair and guide her head to look at it.

“Yes! I do! Harder!” I laugh, rumbling deep in my chest. I fuck her harder and watch her face. She is turned on, her highest peak has been met and it isn’t about being watched, it’s about the last reminder that this is never going to leave us. This lust. This need. This deadly desire. All her pleasures are mine and mine are hers.

“Take it, like a good wife.”

She smiles and starts to thrust back on me, matching mine perfectly.

“Spank me, please,” she pleads and I oblige, letting her hair go and bringing my hand down so hard, the skin instantly raises in a beautiful shade. “Again!”

One more. She starts to tighten around me and I watch her eyes look at the gallery and I keep looking at her face. I am going to come watching her thrum under the eyes of the women.

“You want to come?”

She nods and yells, “Yes!”

“Me too, give them the best show, baby, because for the rest of your damn life this will only be mine.” With that I bring my unloaded gun to her pussy and slide it against her clit and she comes.

“Nico!” she begs for me, and I come with her.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuhhh!” I trail off, coming with my wife.

This time, she looks at me and our eyes stay on one another and our faces look pained, drawn in the picturesque image of the deepest pleasure.

“I love you,” she whispers, reaching an arm around my head and bringing me in for a deep kiss. Our tongues glide along one another’s.

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