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And fuck …

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

When she shoved the toy deep inside me one last time, my entire body jerked up into the air, Constantino’s cock falling out of my mouth and smacking his thigh with a thud. I screamed out in pleasure, eyes rolling back into my head.

“Holy s-s-shit,” I stammered. “Holy shit. Holy shit.”

Another wave of pleasure crashed through me.

“Oh my God!” I moaned, the ecstasy not stopping.

Laila stared at me with big doe eyes, the sudden dom in her gone and replaced with her usual soft, gentle-hearted self. She pumped her toy into herself a couple of more times, transfixed by my orgasm, and came too, body trembling.

“You’re so beautiful,” she moaned, staring at me as the pleasure crossed her face. “So fucking beautiful.”

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An hour later, I lay on my bed with my eyes shut, trying to sleep. Laila lay on one side of me, Constantino on the other. Neither of them had said anything for the past sixty minutes, and for a while, I thought Laila had passed out.

But then I heard her sniffle.

I swallowed hard, not wanting to disrupt her and make her even sadder. Part of me wanted to comfort her, but after what had happened with Bethany today, I just wanted to find some rest. We could talk tomorrow.

“Please don’t leave me,” Laila whispered suddenly, clutching on to me tighter and stiffening the way I did when I tried to bite back a sob. “I’m sorry if I did s-something wrong. It won’t happen again.”

My chest tightened. Is she talking to me?

“She’s not going to leave you, doll,” Constantino said softly, gently stroking her hair.

“She said she wanted someone else.”

“And you told me she was just a toy,” Constantino responded.

Laila lifted her head off my shoulder, and I wanted to open my eyes to see the facial expression she was giving her husband. Did she really, truly only see me as a toy, or was she hurting right now, almost as badly as I was?

“Stop it,” she whispered.

“I’m not the one who said it,” Constantino said, shifting next to me on the bed.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “But you don’t have to repeat it.”

“And you didn’t have to say it, especially if you are going to be this devastated.” After a slight pause, he sighed. “Listen, she’s not going to leave us, Laila. I’ve already paid her. She’s indebted to us until she fulfills her duties.”

“Wh-what happens then?”

“You tell me.”

“I don’t want her to go.”

“Well then, I hope you know that, one day, you’re going to have to choose between the girls and her. If you want her to stay, there is no fucking way that we’re going to keep this a secret. The girls will think you’re a pushover. And while you might act like it sometimes around Bethany, I know why you really do it.”

“You think I’m a pushover?” she whispered.

Constantino paused.

“Okay, I mean … I might be sometimes, but I hate the thought of people hating me.”

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