25. Him
HIM
I close the diary filled with her lies.
Her, asking me to please her and then getting impatient, greedy, not waiting for me to come.
I was supposed to be him.
Instead, I had to sit back and watch the whole mess unfold.
I pace through the room now, my chest heaving, as I attempt to calm myself down.
I’m not mad. I’m not mad. I am not fucking mad.
If I keep telling myself, maybe I’ll believe it.
One thing’s for sure, I will not burn down the whole place with both of them inside.
I’m not like him.
And I’m not a sharer. Hell, no. But they could have at least asked.
If they did, and my wife really, really wanted it, I may have had no fucking choice but to accept it.
Kayden and I have a shared past. We’ve shared before.
Even if she’s mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Why can’t he accept that? That he can’t have everything I want?
No, they have to go and do this behind my back. After I’ve told them time and time again how things are supposed to work.
That’s not very nice of them. Fucking rude, if you ask me.
Oh, right, they didn’t ask me.
The night started nice and steamy with my sweet wife playing with herself with my toy. Pride inundated my chest as I watched her. I was busy preparing for my next move, our finale, so I knew I’d be late. But I still made sure to record her room, so I could watch it before visiting her.
It was a pleasant surprise that she couldn’t fall asleep and decided to gift me with a show, getting ready and wet for me. My head was stuck on thoughts of playing this footage on repeat for the next few weeks. New material to toy with until our first official meeting.
I was smiling from ear to ear, had my cock out and all, stroking myself at the rhythm of her own fingers, when the asshole burst in and ruined everything. That’s when I knew I fucked up, that I should have been more attentive, be there when she wanted me to.
How dare they do this to me?
That camera she bought? The whole setup? It was for me.
I was supposed to play with Maddy tonight. I was supposed to eat her out while she slept. Not fuck her, no, I’m a gentleman. I’ve got something else prepared for our first time, too. I’m a romantic at heart.
But the first contact between us is fucking ruined now.
I had to spend the past two hours researching and preparing my next present, which made me even later.
I rest my side bag on the desk before taking out a syringe from my pocket.
First things first. Making sure my wife doesn’t wake up mid-action.
I’m tempted to kiss her, to feel her soft lips pressed against mine. But she’s been naughty tonight, and that would be a prize.
She’s wearing this tiny nightgown, leaving little to the imagination, and I’m tempted. I really am.
I shake my head. I’m here for something else.
I hover over her and hold her arm in place, gently, while I stick the needle in it.
A light pinch. That’s it.
Stepping back, I toss the syringe into her trash bin under her desk, folding my arms and sitting tight, waiting for the liquid to take effect. After a few minutes, I test her, poking her arm once, twice. No response.
Fucking perfect. Just how I need her to be. Unresponsive and compliant.
She’s so peaceful when she sleeps.
And I had such high hopes for tonight, watching her prepare it all. Swooning over how she bought a cute notebook and a camera just for me. But she had to go and ruin it.
And I gave her the means to it. In part, it’s my own fault, too.
First, for being too busy planning our future. And second, for giving her that rose toy. If she didn’t have it, she wouldn’t have done this. She would have laid in bed frustrated, but she would have waited for me.
It’s okay. I’m fixing things. I’m setting up boundaries that cannot be clearer.
I flip Maddy so instead of being on her side, she’s lying on her back.
Next, I lift her gown to reveal she’s wearing a different set of panties than the ones she wore in her second sex tape. These are red and lacy. As if she knew I was coming despite her misbehaving, dressing up sexy for me. She’s a saint right now. A silent dreaming saint, with the body of an angel.
I press my fist into my mouth, holding back a groan as I pull down her gown and delight myself in her perky breasts with pink, pretty nipples pointing right at me.
I want to twist them and make her cry in pain, beg me for more. Then, kiss them and lick them to shower her with pleasure. It’s hard to hold back.
Slowly, but surely, I slide the gown further down, leaving it pooled at her feet.
I trail a finger along the side of her hips, moving to the inside of her thighs. I’d love to hear those angelic sounds more than anything right now. Coming apart under my touch.
I’m making her feel good. I know how to please her.
But that’s okay, because she doesn’t deserve me right now. She’s been bad. This is a mere punishment.
I tug at the band of her panties and pull them down, exposing her pretty, virgin cunt.
My mouth waters at the sight of it. I lick my lips.
Pocketing the panties, I decide to start with her tits and save the best for last.
I leave my immobile doll on the bed and approach the desk where I left my bag. Unzipping it, I pull out a tumbler of hot water and a small bottle of perfume.
Digging out the first DIY temporary tattoo I made, I open the tumbler and soak the piece of paper in the hot water for a few seconds.
With the tattoo soaked, I stroll toward my girl and press the sticky paper to one of her perfect tits, right above her nipple. Then, I grab the bottle of perfume and spray it over the paper to set it.
Seconds later, I peel it off her and voila.
New tattooed queen. My queen.
It’s a nice present, isn’t it? Much more romantic than those sex toys I bought first, thinking I’d give her pleasure that way. Showing her that she deserves to be satisfied.
Maybe I’ve been doing it all wrong. I mean, it didn’t take more than a fucking oatmeal for Madelyn to spread her legs open for her stepbrother.
I take my time and appreciate the sight in front of me, soaking her in, before continuing. Wishing I could do more than I’m doing—I could take her, have her, be inside her. Fall asleep by her, with my cock filling her.
But it’s okay. I’m a patient guy, and I can wait for my turn.
It was stolen from me once and no more. This is my last warning.
I’m marking what’s mine.
By the time I’m done with the tattoos, I’m speechless, hypnotized by the beauty of my creation.
The smirk won’t wipe off my face. I’m smiling so much it hurts.
There’s no way they won’t know now. One look at my girl’s body and there’s no doubt who she belongs to.
But I’m not done with them yet. No.
They asked for it, I’m just delivering.
Because if my girl thinks she has a plan, I don’t sit and wait around.
I counterattack.
Here’s what I think: I think it’s time he pays. I think it’s time they both do. I think it’s time to meet my naughty little teacher.
And it’s time for her to know what her older brother’s been up to. For things to blow up in their faces.
God, she’s so beautiful. I want to lick her from head to toe, push my cock into every one of her holes, in case the message I’m sending isn’t clear enough. Madelyn is mine.
But I’m a gentleman after all. So, I’ll sit and watch from the shadows.
And tomorrow—tomorrow she’s in for another surprise.