Training ended early. I speed home to our penthouse atop the city’s glittering skyline. Traffic flows smooth on this Friday. No office detour. In thirty minutes, surprise Nathalie before four PM. Usually, it’s nine.
Elevator hums to the top. Keycard beeps. Door swings open. Slow Scorpions ballad drifts from the living room. ‘Still Loving You.’ Seduction classic. Persian rug muffles my steps—thick wool, hand-knotted, fortune in fibers.
The Privilege
I freeze. On the rug, two naked forms writhe. Her sighs—unknown to me—pierce. Rage boils. Fist clenches. Grab the heavy cast-iron lamp base. Nathalie spots me mid-thrust. Her cry warps.
“Ah yeah, you love it, slut!” Gérard grunts, pounding.
“N-no!”
“Yes, my whore!” Last words. Lamp cracks skull. He flops aside, arms splayed. Brain matter peeks—pink, pulpy. Nathalie cowers by leather sectional.
“Didier… what?”
“Surprise, bitch. Yours bigger.”
She stammers. Three months. Married six. Cuckolded. I punch wall. She shrinks. Who’s he? Gérard. Dead? Pulse nil. Chest silent. Secourist oath? Fucked by betrayal.
She begs aid. I check: skull split wide. Hospital? Jail. No. Decision cold. Bury later. Garage spade. Remote woods.
Chloroform rags her out. Clean. Dress her restaurant chic. My pharma perks: inject amnesia serum. His car? Parked street away. Keys in pocket. Dump later.
She wakes dazed. “Nightmare?” Couch nap pre-dinner. Stage end bash. She buys it—drugged haze. Arm out. Dose two.
Now, weeks on. I return early daily. Boss yields. Home: command her. She yields more. Fucks like dream—rough, mine.
Today, salon wait. Kiss feral. Rip clothes. Silk lingerie shreds. Champagne flute nearby—crisp bubbles forgotten. View: city lights wink beyond glass walls.
Devour tits. Bite hard. She moans—same as him. Rage spikes. Piston deep. Wet, welcoming. Pound brutal. Claw marks scar. Explode inside. She quakes.
The Excess
She teases sadist later. I grin. Tiger now.
Mail day. Phone bill. She snaps. His journal—codex love notes. Traces punctures. Garden grave guessed. “Why farce?”
“Keep you. No jail for his cock.”
“New you: macho, mine. No cops.”
Eyes lock. Deal: forget him. Punish slips. She glistens—aroused.
Pull close. Bruise lips. Strip. Kneel sofa. Ass high. Hair yank. Bite ear. “Punish, slut.”
“Promises.”
Thrust savage. Drown in her flood. Ripples clench. Tit crush. She seizes—epileptic bliss. Nails rake.
Cum jets tits. She spreads glossy. Licks fingers—salty, mine. Sucks cock. Gulp load.
Fingers plunge pussy. Clit torment. She erupts. I spray finale.
Pause. “Out. Red dress. Tease others. Prove mine later—worse.”
“Yes.”
Feline exit. Penthouse seals secrets. Glass walls guard. Leather sighs empty. City ignores corpse below earth. Our excess thrives.
