Page 33 of Mr. Strategic

He was shaking as he pulled his Ferrari into the garage.

“You’re home. You’re home now.”

“All right,” I said as he opened my door. “But this changes nothing. I am not going to stop leaving you.”

Michael groaned, his hands coming up to tear at his hair.

I had never seen him like this. Maddened, wild-eyed, the streaks of blood running down the long lithe lines of his body.

“What do you want, Lavvy? What do you fuckingwant?”

I said nothing, just crossed my arms and stared out across the dark golf course.

His cum ran down my legs in streaks as he kneeled down in front of me.

“Talk to me. I can’t fucking stand when you don’t talk to me.”

Michael began to twitch, full-body convulsions.

“Fuck, damn it, you know I love you.”

I continued to look off into the distance, where I knew Rebuen’s house would wait for me, a distant twinkle of light.

“You know my terms.”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do when I need to cum and you aren’t around?”

I combed through my hair, re-plaiting the long, thick braid.

“You know it means nothing to me. I don’t give a fuck about those women. I’ve never had them in our home. I never would.”

There was silence for a minute.

“I wonder how far I can get next time,” I said meditatively. “Your surgeries take between 60 and 90 minutes. That’s enough time to ditch the car and get a new one. I could get a long way away.”

He slammed his hand on the garage door, a loud, echoing blow.

“Fine,” he said savagely. “You win, Lavender.”

“I win what?”

“I won’t cheat anymore.”

He gripped the back of my hair and ground his face into my pussy as I squealed in surprise.

“Will that satisfy you?” he demanded, pulling my already-soaked pants and panties off.

“Yes,” I said. “If you weren’t lying.”

“You think I want to do this shit all over again?” he hissed, licking up his cum and depositing it back in my cunt. “You’ve driven me into madness. I can’t stand living without you, Lavender. It’s a horror, it’s nothing but despair. If this is the price, I will pay it. And in return, I will get my goddamn sweet loving wife back, you hear me?”

When I hesitated, he raised my hips and slapped my ass, hard, the blow stinging. Then he did it again, rapid-fire blows until my skin felt swollen.

“Ouch, Michael, I’m sore,” I protested, but he only gripped my ass with his hands, each soft inch crushed in his powerful grip.

“Answer me. I’m not going to cheat anymore because I fucking love you and can’t live without you. So what are you going to give me now?”

My head fell against the seat and I writhed in place as his tongue descended on my clit.