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Story: The Enforcer
“I think I’m going to invite your brother over for the holidays as well.”
Ah, hell.
CHAPTER 22
MARY
Her husband was up to something. Mary brushed her hair in front of the bathroom mirror as she pondered what it could be. He’d been giving her this look all morning. Every now and then, his lip curled up and he got this… satisfied look in his eyes.
You woke him up by giving him head.
He’s just very happy with you.
He’d better be, I almost unlocked my jaw taking him in.
Today was their first house party, or ‘barbecue day’ as Zoe had dubbed it, and she pondered about what to wear.
When she came out of the shower, she found Hector sitting on the edge of the bed. There was a black box in his hand.
“I got you something.”
A gift!
She preened as she walked up to him. Their guests would be trickling in within an hour, so she should get dressed, but maybe they could squeeze in another round.
He pulled out a black thong with a string of pearls at the crotch. This was so… hot.
“I love it.”
“Glad to hear that. Now, put it on.”
Wait, what? “Now? You want me to put it on, now?”
“Yes. Now.”
“But, but…”
He grabbed her leg and pulled her close. “Today is going to be a tough day,” he said, his voice gruff. “Knowing you’re walking around wearing this will help me get my mind off that.”
Oh, no.
“Tell me what’s going on. I’m here for you.”
He nodded, looking dead serious.
Her heart leaped, and warmth settled in her stomach. This was it, the moment she’d been looking forward to. The little things they would share. Showing trust, building a foundation to become closer, and one day, that would turn into love and—
“Kristoff’s coming. Makes me feel frustrated. Knowing you’ll have pearls running up your pussy all day long, keeping you wet, helps.”
—and… her husband was an ass.
He gave her a pat on the back and walked away, practically whistling.
She debated throwing something at his head. The marble vase on her vanity would do nicely.
“I wouldn’t if I were you,” he called over his shoulder. “Not unless you want me to decorate your nipples as well.”
An hour into the housewarming, Mary concluded it was a success. The grill was manned by Hector, who apparently loved to cook when danger was involved. Everyone was enjoying themselves.
Ah, hell.
CHAPTER 22
MARY
Her husband was up to something. Mary brushed her hair in front of the bathroom mirror as she pondered what it could be. He’d been giving her this look all morning. Every now and then, his lip curled up and he got this… satisfied look in his eyes.
You woke him up by giving him head.
He’s just very happy with you.
He’d better be, I almost unlocked my jaw taking him in.
Today was their first house party, or ‘barbecue day’ as Zoe had dubbed it, and she pondered about what to wear.
When she came out of the shower, she found Hector sitting on the edge of the bed. There was a black box in his hand.
“I got you something.”
A gift!
She preened as she walked up to him. Their guests would be trickling in within an hour, so she should get dressed, but maybe they could squeeze in another round.
He pulled out a black thong with a string of pearls at the crotch. This was so… hot.
“I love it.”
“Glad to hear that. Now, put it on.”
Wait, what? “Now? You want me to put it on, now?”
“Yes. Now.”
“But, but…”
He grabbed her leg and pulled her close. “Today is going to be a tough day,” he said, his voice gruff. “Knowing you’re walking around wearing this will help me get my mind off that.”
Oh, no.
“Tell me what’s going on. I’m here for you.”
He nodded, looking dead serious.
Her heart leaped, and warmth settled in her stomach. This was it, the moment she’d been looking forward to. The little things they would share. Showing trust, building a foundation to become closer, and one day, that would turn into love and—
“Kristoff’s coming. Makes me feel frustrated. Knowing you’ll have pearls running up your pussy all day long, keeping you wet, helps.”
—and… her husband was an ass.
He gave her a pat on the back and walked away, practically whistling.
She debated throwing something at his head. The marble vase on her vanity would do nicely.
“I wouldn’t if I were you,” he called over his shoulder. “Not unless you want me to decorate your nipples as well.”
An hour into the housewarming, Mary concluded it was a success. The grill was manned by Hector, who apparently loved to cook when danger was involved. Everyone was enjoying themselves.
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