The irony didn’t escape her.

His hand over hers felt warm, strong, slightly callused in a way Scott’s didn’t.

“Okay, then,” he said, staring down at her. “First, you’re going to suck my cock. You said you’re good. Scott says you’re good. I want to see how good you are. Then we’ll go from there. And from there I mean I’m going to take you to the bedroom and show you the rest of me. I’m going to paddle your ass for getting mouthy with me.”

A tendril of fear ran through her, but she realized it was only making her wetter. “Yes, Sir.”

“Has Scott ever fucked your ass before?”

She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

His hand over hers squeezed, his cock thickening even more. “Good. Then the first load you take from me is going down your throat. That means I’ll be able to keep it up longer when I fuck that pretty little virgin ass of yours.”

Now he was rhythmically squeezing her hand, his cock hardening and swelling even more under her palm, under the fabric of his shorts.

“I feel badly you’ve been left out, so here’s the new world order around here—you don’t have to be in charge anymore. I’ll take care of you, and of Scott, in that way. I’ll make sure we’re meeting your needs and keeping you happy. But you have to be prepared to take me as I am. If you don’t want to belong to me, you have to say so.”

He leaned in, his mocha gaze dark, overwhelming. “Part of that ownership means if I tell you to have that sweet ass lubed and loosened so I can fuck it when I walk in the door from work, that means I better find you ready to go when I get home, understand?”

Her mouth went dry. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“It might mean,” he continued, “that you end up on your hands and knees in bed between us, with my cock down your throat and his cock in your pussy. You good with that?”

Not only was she good with it, Eliza’s words about ménages came back to her. “Yes, Sir.”

The fist in her hair tightened, almost painfully, tipping her head back farther. “If I own you, that means you become my fuck toy. There might be times I tie Scott up and make him watch me with you. Or there might be times I tie you up and make you watch me fuck him. It means you sleep in my bed with me every night, and it means you are available for me to use whenever I want, however I want. You good with that?”

Her clit throbbed, swelling. She knew she was wet. “Yes, Sir.”

* * * *

Keith wasn’t sure what to do now. He thought for sure she’d say whoa, back the truck up, and stop him.

But she hadn’t. Not only had she agreed, but when he’d pushed the envelope, she’d spurred him on, eagerly agreeing to his darkest fantasies as if he’d just suggested they take a trip to Disney.

One more push. “You’re agreeing to be my slave?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You saw what I did to Scott. You want to be my slave, you’re getting your nipples pierced. You need to take what I give you, when I give it to you, how I give it to you. That means if I put a load of my cum in your ass at lunchtime, it stays there all day until you get home.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Dayamn.

Now his cock was really throbbing. Would he fuck with her at work? No, of course not.

Well, maybe not.

For right now, he wanted to try out her oral talents.

With his hand still over hers, he made her unfasten the button of his shorts and unzip them, exposing his cock.

Her gasp of surprise didn’t hurt his ego any, either.

“Yeah, baby. I’m bigger than him. Not by a lot, but by enough. You’ll feel it. Open.”

Her lips parted, and keeping his hand over hers around the base of his cock, and his other in her hair, he slowly started fucking her mouth.

Holy…fuck.

Okay, yeah, she was better than Scott. That much he could tell right off the bat. She was a natural cocksucker, using her tongue and never losing eye contact with him while she took every inch he fed into her mouth.

He let go of her hand around his cock for a moment and shoved his shorts down, stepping out of them so he could spread his legs wider.

“Play with my balls, baby,” he hoarsely ordered, circling the base of his cock with his hand again.

She did, her soft, warm fingers exploring, testing, gently squeezing even as he eased more of his cock into her mouth.

“Can you deep throat?”

He took her muffled response as an affirmative and slowly pushed in, until her nose was pressed against him, holding it there for a few glorious seconds until easing back again.

“Damn,” he whispered, impressed. He let go of his cock and now held her head cradled in both his hands as he continued slowly fucking her mouth. “You are fucking good, baby. Better than Scott. No offense to him, but even he admitted it.”

That seemed to spur her on even more as she eagerly, hungrily went after his cock.

He knew at this rate it wouldn’t take long for him to bust a nut. “Good girls always swallow,” he said as he felt his climax growing closer. “You’re going to swallow every damn drop I give you, understand?”

Another muffled affirmative, and he picked up the pace, thrusting over her tongue, between her lips, closing his eyes and trying to picture Scott’s face as he did this and unable to.

Instead, he enjoyed it, going deep and holding her face pressed against his body as he let out a satisfied grunt, his juices shooting down her throat, the feel of her throat working as she swallowed over and over again.

He realized as he stood there that he’d just been blown by his lover’s wife, the first woman he’d been with in decades.

And he’d liked it.

Really liked it.

Chapter Sixteen

Satisfaction filled Noel. No, this wasn’t a competition, but she wanted to crow, to say ha, take that!

She kept swallowing Keith’s cum as it pumped down her throat, barely aware that she’d crossed a line.

Hell, she didn’t care she’d crossed it. It wasn’t cheating if her husband said it was okay. And Scott was already sleeping with him. So why not her? She could have a chance to engage in her own fantasies that she’d had about the man.

When Keith finally eased his softening cock from her mouth, he let go of her head with one hand, again holding onto the base of his cock with the other.

“Keep licking and sucking it, baby,” he hoarsely said. “Get every last drop. None of it gets wasted.”

She did. He tasted different than Scott, but not in a bad way. Similar, but different enough she knew she’d be able to tell the difference.

Only then did the full ramifications of what he’d said really start to sink in. What she’d agreed to.

Frankly, it made her even hornier.

He pulled her up and off the couch, one hand still in her hair, and led her to the master bedroom. She’d made a point of not going in there once Keith had moved in, and it was strange to see it now.

He led her over to the end of the bed and bent her over it. “Hands on the bed,” he said. “And don’t move.”

She did, the hand disappearing from her hair. She didn’t know if it was just that the alcohol had worn off, or she was so fricking horny now she couldn’t see straight, but her senses felt sharp, alive, her clit on fire.

She heard him open a dresser drawer and rummage around, then the sound of him going into the bathroom. He returned a moment later and she realized he was now completely naked. He reached around her and unfastened her shorts, pushing them and her panties down her hips.

He tapped her right leg for her to raise it, then her left, as he stripped the clothes off her. Her shirt and bra next, him not saying anything as he tapped first one arm, then the other, as he peeled them off, too.

Her nipples pebbled in the cool air and she knew if he reached between her legs, he’d find her pussy soaking wet.