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"You're so fucking beautiful when you're at my mercy," he commented, rubbing his cock against my wet folds to tease me. "You've been a very bad girl, wife," he added. "What did I do?" I panted, wiggling my ass at him. God, I feel like a whore the way I crave his cock and I love it. "You do this," he pressed his cock against the valley of my ass, rubbing it back and forth. I smirked, though he couldn't see that. I was proud that he couldn't seem to contain his desire around me. It made me feel things. "You make me hard every time you're near. You occupy my thoughts and it's hard for me to focus during work," he added. He sensually slid his fingers down my sides and rested his hands on the lower side of my ass. "You're a very bad girl for doing that," he started. "Do you know what happens to bad girls, wife?" he asked in a husky voice. I shudder, goosebumps rising on my skin. "They get punished," he whispered in my ears. I swear I almost moaned. I know a little about kinky stuf
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My fingers dwelled faster inside me. I was on edge because anyone could enter the bathroom and hear me moan, and it gave me so much thrill, I almost came. "Are you stroking yourself?" I asked him. "Yes," he rasped, letting me see him stroke himself through the screen. I wish to see him stroke his cock when we're in front of each other. It was torture to see him through the phone. To understand how it came to be, we need to trace it back to this morning. Morning. "This will be the final draft for the upcoming season's clothes. Please get the stock ready by next month," I instructed my employees and dismissed them. All of the employees left one after another, all except Amy. "Do you need something, Amy?" I asked her. "Yes," she replied rather quickly and plopped down on the seat opposite me. "What is it?" I asked her. "Let's go out for dinner tonight. It's been so long since we have spent time together," she whined. "You're so busy fucking your man that you don't pay attentio
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Amy welcomed me with a glare when I went back to our table. What is this? I didn't think Karma would hit her in the face so soon. I snorted. "Are you aware how long you were gone? I was freaking worried something bad happened but I was tied to my seat because I feared someone would spike our drinks. I tried calling you but it said you're busy. You,"... She stopped midway. "You are glowing. It's as if you just have an orgasm," she commented. Of course, she could tell in an instant. Amy has a hidden talent for recognizing a face after a satisfying orgasm. When she saw me flushing at her words, her mouth hung open. "Oh, my fucking God. Where is Dalton? Where is he? I never expected him to get down and dirty in a public place," she frantically looked around, searching for Dalton. When she didn't spot him, her mind came up with the worst situation. "Don't tell me you cheated on him." She leaned forward and whispered, making sure to keep the conversation between us. When I gave her
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The next morning, I woke up with puffy eyes and no Dalton beside me. I pouted at his absence and dragged myself out of the bed. As I stood before the mirror in our room, I snorted at my messy face. "I look like a raccoon," I chuckled, making faces. "Babe, come out for breakfast," Dalton called from the kitchen, I presumed. "Coming," after quickly fixing my face to look decent, I paddled my way to the Kitchen and was greeted by the sight of a shirtless Dalton cooking breakfast for me. I stopped dead in my tracks to admire his muscular frame slithering his way through the kitchen. How did I get lucky to have him as my husband? I asked the question I ask myself daily. I must have saved a country in my last life to be gifted with such a precious man. "What are you doing?" Dalton asked when he saw me leaning against the wall and looking at him. "Admiring you….cooking," I added cooking after realizing I slipped and blurted out what I was thinking in my head. "Alright," he said
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After the intense round of fucking, that too in an uncomfortable place like a countertop, and an uncomfortable position, I could not walk straight. Seeing my wobbly legs, Dalton smirked smugly. How dare he smirked like that when he didn't let me eat breakfast and instead, fucked me on the same countertop, twice. During our second round, he bent over the counter, and during our third round, he pulled me over the edge, and after adjusting me into a sitting position, he rutted me. I was so spent after we finished that my head was fuzzy and my pussy was sore as hell. "Don't follow me," I growled at him when he sneakily tried to follow me into the bathroom. Who is he trying to fool? I could see through his intention to take me again. Seeing my angry look, Dalton let me get ready in peace. Though he followed me like a lost puppy when I was out of the bathroom. I ignored him at first as I got dressed but he kept following me as I did my makeup. "What is it?" I asked, unable to conta
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Carl let me go and I turned and looked at Dalton like a deer caught in the headlights. The emotion on his face was unrecognizable. It was a mixture of anger, betrayal, and something else I couldn't pinpoint. His emotion hit me in the face and I teared up. God, what have I done? I fucked up and hurt him after promising not to hurt him ever again. "I know this sounds like a bad excuse but it isn't what it looks like, Dalton. I could never," I choked through tears. "Go home, Alyssa," he said, not giving me a second glance after stepping into the office. His eyes were fixated on his brother the whole time. When I stood frozen to my feet, he once again commanded me to go home but this time, he asked in an angry tone, a tone he has never used for talking to me before. "Go home," he barked, still not taking his eyes off Carl. This time I couldn't ignore his need to send me away. I knew nothing good would come out if I kept defending myself here. It was something we needed to clear but
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I flinched when I felt something soft gilded against my skin, something silky yet strong. "Hands behind your back, babydoll," he commanded. A weak sigh escaped my lips as I followed his command. I was so excited, my heart was pounding hard and it was hard to breathe because of that. I was loving everything he was doing and had in store. The fear of the unknown aroused me. The same silky strands brushed against my whole body, just this time they were caging me. He bound my upper body using the rope, connecting my boobs, midsection, and hands with it. He tied the rope tight enough to restrict my movement, but not tight enough for it to hurt me. "Stand up," he gave me another command and like a good girl, I stood up, waiting for another command. Dalton supported my back and led me a few steps ahead. He did something to the strand that was on the back and a few minutes later, he inserted something cool inside my ass. My eyes widened when the thing inside me dug into my inner walls.
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Dalton's POV. I stroked Alyssa's head until she fell asleep. Once I was sure she wouldn't wake up if I were to go somewhere, I sneaked out of the house. I drove to Carl's house and called him out. "Hey, Dalton! Carl is sleeping right now, can…," I ignored Amara and walked past her, entering their house. Carl was sitting in the living room. When he saw me entering, he taunted, "a little pressed because Alyssa still loves me, eh?" "No, I'm not pressed about her still loving you because she doesn't. I'm pissed because someone dared to touch my wife without her consent," I picked him by his collar and slammed my fist on his cheekbones. "Oh my God, Carl!" Amara exclaimed, running towards her. I gave her a warning through my eyes. She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes filled with fear. "I hope you get this in your head, Carl," I said, kicking him to the ground. He stumbled on the coffee table before he fell to the ground. I grabbed his collar once again and punched him on his fac
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