That’s the thing about powerful men. They love it when you make them bend, when you make them break.
What do you get for the man who has everything? That’s the question I asked myself before my husband’s birthday. He was rich and he was powerful. Anything he wanted he could get for himself, so I gave him something that money couldn’t buy.
I gave him me unleashed. I gave him a woman reborn. I gave him his heart’s fondest desire, knowing that it would change everything.
At first it didn’t make sense, but the more I thought about it the more I started to see the logic. He spent his whole life in control so of course he wanted to have that taken away from him. He had me, so of course he wanted to see me taken away.
I found him online, a bull who would be my partner in crime. We met only on the night of when he walked into my home like he owned the place and he taught both my husband and me a real lesson in dominance.
Now I’m gasping, shivering with need. Now I’m feeling him on me with my eyes flicking over to the corner where my husband watches.
Now I’m going to cheat, and I’m pretty damn sure I’m going to love every last minute of it.
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“Yes,” I hissed, my desperation clearly evident, “Oh god yes I need it. I want it. I want all of it. Take me. Fuck me. Make me moan.”
But he didn’t. Bryce spun me and held me by my neck like he had so many times. He made me remember the third person in the room and he made us lock eyes, made us both remember this was more than just a simple affair.
“I don’t believe you,” he cooed cruelly in my ear, “Neither does your husband. Prove it to both of us. Tell us what you are. Tell us what you need.”
There was no question in my mind what I needed to say, both because it was so natural to me in the moment and so honest and because I’d heard too many women say it on all of those videos I’d watched. The videos Patrick had watched as well. The secret fantasy that was his and mine all at the same time and that was going to be fulfilled right now.
So I locked eyes with the man that I loved, the man whose ring I wore. The man who owned this house and the life I lived in. The man who was always in control but had lost all of that because I’d decided to bring someone into our lives that didn’t give a damn about any of it.
I stared my husband in the eyes and I told him what type of woman I’d become.
“I’m a slut. I’m a whore. I’m a cheating bride and I love it. I love the way it felt when I was on my knees getting used by him and I’ll love it when I take his big cock inside of me.
“Because this man is a man and he knows how to satisfy a woman like me. He knows better than you ever could what I need and he knows how to break me, how to use me, how to treat a common slut like me.”
Patrick looked away but I wasn’t going to let him.
“Look at me!” I demanded, “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop it. Look me in the eye and tell me that the promise we made on our wedding day means more than your own perverted fantasy, than my sexual awakening, and I’ll tell the man behind me to get out and he will. Deny it, truly and honestly, and I’ll take you at your word. Just speak up Patrick. Just be a fucking man and meet my eye.”
But he didn’t and he couldn’t because he wasn’t and we all knew it.
Behind me Bryce walked me forward, closing the gap between us. His hand stayed on my throat but the other ran up and down my body, feeling every inch of me until he settled possessively over the mound between my legs and deliberately inserted a finger into my aching wetness.
“I’m going to fuck your wife now Patrick,” he said, perfectly matter of fact, “I’m going to fuck your wife and make her happier and more satisfied than you ever have. I’m going to do this as a favor for you, and since I am I’m going to give you an option.
“When I fill her for the first time, pressing my cock into this tight little hole she has and spreading her open, what do you want to see? Do you want to watch as my cock splits her open? See every last inch of me drill down into her? Or do you want to watch her face as it goes slack and all of her concentration goes on taking me in? Do you want to witness the moment her eyes go glassy and her jaw drops open, feel the heat of her breath as she moans so close to you? Well Patrick, what do you want to see?”