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“Don’t let it fall, love.”

She blinks at me. Confusion on her pretty face. She’s trying to get a read on me. I only allow her to see what I want her to.

I’ve spent what feels like my entire life mastering this art. Be who you need to be. Show them only what they need to see.

And it’s worked well, up until Stephanie.

And I want her to trust me. I know she doesn’t want to fail.

“Do you want to play the game?” I ask, dipping my voice lower.

I trail my hands along her sides, gripping her hips.

She pushes her hand under her panties, and a little breathy moan escapes her; then, as she withdraws, she presses two fingers against my lips.

I suck them clean, fuck. I shouldn’t be doing this.

“Does it taste like I do?” she purrs.

Her eyes sparkle.

“Good girl,” I mutter.

I’ve never been intimate with a contestant before. I’ve never wanted to sink my cock in one so badly to punish her for betraying me.

I’ve never wanted not to like someone so bad either.

It’s a switch I can’t figure out how to turn off.

Any other feeling is easy, I’ve spent years perfecting it.

But the switch for my wife? It’s fucking jammed on. It won’t turn off no matter what I try. And even if I do, just slightly, she flips it herself.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I drag her over behind the mechanism.

“On your knees for me, wife,” I grunt.

And she does. It’s a relief for a second, not having her beautiful eyes burning into me.

She gets in position without needing to ask. Her head in one space, her wrists in the other. I lower the wood to secure her in.

The FQ branded into her ass taunts me and makes me hard.

Mine.

No matter what. She is mine.

I don’t want to go straight in for the blow, the big questions. We have to start small not to rattle her. Because if she closes up on me and refuses to speak, she will unleash a Finn that neither of us can ever survive from.

It seems the way to get to her is by being Finn. The one she was falling for. The one she trusts and doesn’t want to let go of.

But the more frustrated I get, the less sure I am how long I can be that version of myself for her.

Dragging her thong to one side, her glistening pussy has my full attention.

I drop down to my knees.

The timer on the wall begins to count down from three minutes, and I press the button on the wood to start the blade's slow journey to the top.