Chapter 10 - Filthy
My wife lay where I put her, on her back, stretched across the round mirror table. I stroked myself, slow enough to make everybody in that room understand who owned the pace.
Lily kept her chin lifted for me at first. Proud little thing, even then. Blonde hair spilled over the table edge. She had fired my boys because Viccy and Spice kept circling me like I was a mark with a black card and no wife. Now those same girls were on their knees where they belonged.
Spice had Abel in her mouth, one hand wrapped around the base, her nails bright against his skin.
Abel stood over her in his chains, restless as ever, trying to act like he had not already blown himself out once tonight.
Viccy worked Reza harder than she ever had on a double shift.
Reza was fighting to keep his face straight.
“Keep them ready,” I said. “If they go soft, that comes out of your tips.”
Spice hummed around Abel like the threat amused her. Viccy glanced up at me.
Lily saw it. Her mouth tightened.
“That jealous face is why we’re here,” I told her.
Her eyes cut to mine. “I know. Teach me how to behave.”
I gave that task to Darryl.
He stepped to the far edge of the table without a word, broad hands loose at his sides. Lily tipped her head back for him before I had to say it. That was my answer from her. She opened, and Darryl slid into her mouth with the patience of a man who knew exactly how much he was owed.
Tedros moved between her legs. He lifted them past his shoulders, and pushed into my wife with a slow roll of his hips. The table gave a soft scrape against the floor. In the glass wall beyond them, the club below kept moving.
“Darryl,” I said. “Use her mouth. Hands on those tits while you do it.”
His palms closed over her breasts, firm enough to make her back arch. He drove in deeper. Lily’s throat flexed around him, and her fingers spread on the back of his thighs.
“Tedros,” I said, “do not get pretty with it. Fuck her like she took your last dollar.”
Tedros smiled down at her. “Mrs. Getachew, you might make me late, but never make me a dollar short.”
Lily tried to answer around Darryl and only made a rough sound. That pleased me more than a clean sentence would have.
Abel pulled Spice off him by the hair before she got too ambitious. “Damn, girl, you trying to drain my soul?”
Spice licked him once and grinned. “I heard you bragging that you could handle me downstairs.”
“That’s my lane,” Abel said. He leaned over her. “Boss lady is behind you? You down there are doing maintenance, so don’t get reckless.”
Spice rolled her eyes and took him again, slower this time.
Across the table, Viccy came up for air with Reza slick in her hand. “I was wrong,” she said, and her gaze slid toward Lily. “I should’ve minded my job.”
Lily’s nails tapped once against the glass. Even with her mouth full, she heard every word.
Reza looked down at Viccy. “Girl, you were never good at minding nothing.”
“Then teach me,” Viccy said.
“Start by minding my cock.”
She lowered her mouth back over him.
Tedros pressed Lily’s thighs wider and leaned into his stroke. “She can really take it boss,” he said. “No complaining.”
Lily pulled off Darryl just far enough to speak. Her lips shone. “You want attitude, Tedros?”
He gave her a slow grin. “I want a five-star apology.”
“Then fuck it out of me.”
Darryl pushed back in before she could say more. Good.
I stroked myself, watching her. She did not drift away from me in that room. She returned to me with her eyes after every command, after every man, after every dirty word.
“Look at me,” I said.
She did. Darryl held her full, Tedros moving hard between her legs, and still she gave me that sharp blue stare.
“Those girls downstairs are not your competition,” I said. “My boys are family.”
Her answer came muffled around Darryl. It sounded like defiance at first. Then she nodded.
Darryl eased back when she tapped his thigh. He gave her the air she asked for, and Lily dragged in one breath before her hand closed around his wrist.
“Again,” she rasped.
Darryl looked to me.
I nodded. “Give it back to her.”
He did. Shorter strokes now, less space between them. Lily’s throat took him, then fought him, then took him again. Reza’s rhythm turned harder. Her breasts in Darryl’s hands. Tedros’s hands were at her thighs.
Abel laughed under his breath. “Boss lady is really making up for it.”
“She’s hungry,” Reza said pulling himself out from Viccy. “One greedy little slut. Show me how bad you want it.”
Viccy gave him a look beneath her brow. “You always talk this much?”
“Always.”
“Just stick it in my mouth.”
He did, and that shut both of them up for half a minute.
Tedros drove into her hard enough to shift the table. Darryl caught her breast in one hand and fed himself back between her lips. Lily took both of them with a sound that went straight through my spine.
Darryl finally spoke. “Thirty hours behind the wheel for you once. You turned me around halfway like my time was free.”
Lily pulled off with effort. “Then charge me interest.”
Darryl’s face did not change, but his hips did.
She could kneel and still make it sound like an argument. That was why I wore her ring and let the whole city learn her name beside mine.
She came under Tedros. It showed in her legs before anything else. They tightened against his arms, then shook while she tried to keep Darryl in her mouth. One hand slapped flat on the glass. The other reached blindly toward me, stopping short because I had not given her permission to touch.
“Good,” I said. “Stay open.”
Tedros slowed on instinct.
I lifted one finger. “No breaks unless she taps. She knows the rules.”
Lily heard me. She opened her thighs wider for him.
Tedros started again, steady and mean. Darryl kept her mouth busy, backing off only when her fingers pressed his thigh. Each time, she breathed and came back for him. No confusion. No panic. Just my wife proving herself in front of the men she had tried to cut away from me.
Spice looked back from Abel long enough to watch Lily fall apart. Abel caught her chin.
“Eyes here, Spice. You ain’t the one married to the boss.”
Spice sucked her teeth before taking him back in. “Yet,” she managed, and Abel laughed despite himself.
Lily heard that too. Her jealousy flared right through the pleasure. I saw it in the hard blink she gave Spice, in the way she took Darryl deeper after, as if she could win an argument with her throat.
I leaned forward on the couch. “That’s it. Show them why they can flirt all night and still leave with nothing.”
Her gaze came to me over Darryl’s hip. Wet face. Ruined lipstick.
Tedros fucked her through the next rise without asking for mercy. Reza held Viccy by the hair while she worked him, giving polished little comments about her “service standards” until she moaned around him. Abel cursed at Spice and told her to quit playing before he embarrassed himself again.
Lily tapped Darryl once. He withdrew.
She sucked in air, turned her head enough to find me, and spoke in a wrecked voice. “Haile.”
I stopped my hand.
“Say it,” I told her.
Her chest lifted under Darryl’s palms. Tedros kept moving inside her, slow now, forcing every word to work.
“They’re yours,” she said.
I waited.
Her mouth trembled with effort, then sharpened into the woman I knew. “And I’m yours more than any of them.”
I nodded to Darryl. He filled her mouth again. Tedros tightened his grip and drove into her until her body started to shake for the second time, harder than the first.
Lily kept her eyes on me while she came.