Chapter 9 #2
Behind the glass, Jake slammed his fists until his knuckles bled. But only silence reached them. Kylee’s eyes stayed fixed on Jake, trapped in the glass box like some caged animal, his rage muted into nothing. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. “I… I don’t even know what to say.”
Rio stepped closer, tilting her chin so her eyes met his. “Say you see it now. Say you understand that he can never hurt you again. That he’s already lost.”
Her throat tightened. “It feels… wrong,” she whispered, tears welling. “But… after everything he’s done to me…to us….I can’t feel sorry for him. Not anymore.”
Rio’s expression softened just slightly, his thumb brushing away a tear on her cheek.
“Good. Don’t waste sympathy on a man who didn’t hesitate to destroy you.
He thought he could buy you off, silence your pain, replace his betrayal with concert tickets.
But all he did was hand you to me. His mistake. ”
Kylee glanced back at the glass box. Jake’s eyes burned with fury, his fists pounding harder, but the silence made it almost pathetic. She felt something shift inside her grief twisting into a cold kind of vindication.
Her voice wavered, but she forced the words out. “Maybe this is karma. Maybe he deserves to sit there and feel what I felt powerless. Broken.”
Rio’s lips curved into a dark, proud smile. “That’s my girl.” He kissed her forehead, lingering there with quiet intensity. “Upstairs, life goes on. You’ll laugh again. You’ll love again. He’ll hear every second of it. That will be his prison.”
Kylee’s unease didn’t vanish, her stomach still knotted. For the first time since her marriage fell apart, she felt something dangerous but undeniable… control.
Rio slid his arm around Kylee’s waist as he pushed the heavy curtain aside.
Behind it, the hidden chamber stretched out rich velvet, mirrors, low lighting, and a decadent arrangement of furniture that made the space feel more like a fantasy than a room.
Kylee gasped. “Oh my god…” Her eyes darted to the glass box in the corner.
Jake’s eyes went wide, his fists slamming against the transparent walls, but no sound carried out.
“This,” Rio said smoothly, his voice dripping with command, “is where the truth gets revealed.” He leaned closer to the glass, smirking at Jake.
“See, Kylee deserves to know what a real man is. Not a coward who cheats in his office with the first young thing who bats her lashes. Not a man who calls the most natural part of a woman disgusting.”
Kylee’s breath caught in her chest. The sting of Rio’s words echoed her own pain walking in on Jake and Rachel, seeing her husband dismiss her needs so easily.
Rio tilted his head back toward her, his eyes burning with dark promise.
“Tonight, he doesn’t get to touch. Doesn’t get to speak.
He only gets to watch. Watch what it looks like when someone actually worships you. ”
Kylee’s hands trembled slightly. She hated how much it excited her, and hated the flutter deep in her belly. It felt wrong… but it also felt like power. For once, Jake was the one who had to choke on betrayal. She whispered, almost to herself, “He deserves this…”
Rio’s lips brushed her ear as he murmured, “Every second of it.”
Jake pounded on the glass again, his face a mask of fury and humiliation. But his rage only seemed to fuel the fire between Kylee and Rio as they stepped deeper into the room, leaving Jake to watch helplessly, caged, and broken.
Kylee stood awkwardly in the center of the room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. He glanced at the glass box, her eyes locking with Jake’s for a brief moment before she quickly looked away.
There was something unreadable in her expression: a mix of discomfort and curiosity, maybe even a flicker of satisfaction.
“You sure about this, Rio?” Kylee asked, her voice trembling slightly as she gestured toward Jake’s glass prison.
Rio chuckled, low and deep. “Positive. He needs to learn, Kylee. Real men don’t cheat on their wives. Real men take care of their women.” He stepped closer to her, his fingers trailing lightly along her arm. “Real men eat pussy like it’s the last meal they’ll ever have.”
Kylee flushed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. She bit her lower lip, her gaze flickering toward Jake again. “I don’t know… this feels… weird.”
Rio’s smirk widened. “Weird… or hot? Admit it, Kylee. You’ve been wanting to make him pay ever since you walked in on him fucking Rachel at the office.”
Her breath hitched, and she looked down at her feet. “I mean… yeah. He deserves it. But this is…”
“Perfect,” Rio finished for her. He cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “Trust me. You’re going to love this.”
Jake pounded on the glass, his mouth moving in a silent scream. His face was beet red, veins bulging in his neck as he shouted words they couldn’t hear. But Rio didn’t even glance his way. He was too focused on Kylee, his hands sliding down to her hips, pulling her closer.
“Let me show you how a real man treats you,” Rio murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Kylee’s spine.
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, her body relaxing into his touch. Rio’s hands moved up her sides, his fingers brushing against the lace of her dress. He leaned in, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, “Good girl.”
Jake slammed his fists against the glass again, his face contorted with rage. But inside the box, his efforts were useless.
The soundproof walls muffled his fury, leaving him powerless to stop what was about to happen.
Rio’s hands slid down to the hem of Kylee’s dress, lifting it slowly as his lips found hers.
The kiss was passionate, hungry, and full of intent.
Kylee melted into it, her arms winding around his neck as she kissed him back.
Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, anger at Jake, desire for Rio, and a strange thrill at the idea of being watched.
Rio broke the kiss, his eyes locked on hers as he pulled the dress over her head and tossed it aside. Kylee stood before him in nothing but a black lace bra and matching thong, her skin glowing under the dim lights. Rio’s gaze raked over her body, lingering on every curve, every soft inch of her.
“You’re fucking stunning,” he growled, his hands roaming over her bare skin. “Isnt she the most sexiest woman you have ever seen Jake”
Kylee shivered under his touch, her nipples hardening beneath the lace of her bra. Rio’s fingers hooked under the straps, pulling them down and freeing her breasts. He palmed them gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks.
Kylee moaned softly, her head falling back as Rio leaned down to capture one nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body. She tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him on as he lavished attention on her breasts.
Inside the glass box, Jake was losing his mind. He could see everything the way Kylee’s body responded to Rio’s touch, the way she arched into him, the way she moaned his name. He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t. His traitorous eyes were glued to the scene unfolding before him.
Rio released Kylee’s nipple with a soft pop, his lips trailing down her torso as he sank to his knees before her.
His hands slid down to her hips, gripping them firmly as he pressed his face against her pussy.
Kylee gasped, her hands flying to Rio’s shoulders for support as he breathed in her scent.
“Fuck, you smell amazing,” Rio murmured, his voice muffled by the fabric of her thong. “I could spend hours here.”
Kylee whimpered, her thighs trembling as Rio hooked his fingers into the waistband of her thong and pulled it down. He tossed it aside, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of her bare pussy.
“You’re perfect,” he said reverently, his breath hot against her folds.
Jake’s hands were balled into fists now, his knuckles white as he pressed them against the glass. He wanted to scream, to tear Rio away from Kylee, but he was trapped completely and utterly helpless.
Rio didn’t waste any more time. He buried his face between Kylee’s legs, his tongue licking a long, slow strip up her slit. Kylee cried out, her fingers tightening in Rio’s hair as he devoured her with a ferocity that left her breathless.
“Oh my God,” she moaned, her hips rocking against his face as he teased her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Rio growled against her, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as his fingers plunged into her dripping pussy.
Kylee’s knees buckled, and Rio caught her easily, holding her steady as he continued to fuck her with his mouth and a vibrator.
Inside the glass box, Jake’s face was twisted in agony. He could see everything the way Kylee’s body shook with pleasure, the way Rio’s tongue worked magic between her legs, the way she completely lost herself in the moment. It was torture in the purest form.
“That’s it,” Rio encouraged, his voice rough as he lifted his head to speak. “Cum for me, Kylee. Let him see how good it can be.”
Kylee’s climax hit her hard and fast, ripping through her like a tidal wave.
She screamed Rio’s name as she came undone on his tongue, drowning in ecstasy before collapsing onto the floor.
Rio caught her instantly and cradled her against his chest while staring straight into Jake's eyes through that glass barrier whose smug smile said everything without words; there were no winners here - only victims who played games they never expected would turn out like this.
But then again... maybe some deserved exactly what they got after all?