Chapter 9 #3
Jake’s palms were raw from pounding the glass, but still he slammed his fists against it, his breath fogging the enclosure. The box was a cage and a mirror, reflecting back the ugliest parts of himself.
He could hear everything. Every word Rio purred to Kylee. Every soft intake of her breath. Every subtle noise that proved he was losing her not to chance, but to a man who had set out to destroy him.
“Fuck you!” Jake screamed, but the sound died in his throat, swallowed by the box. Outside, they couldn’t hear him. His fury was useless.
Rio turned deliberately toward him, as if he could sense every word Jake tried to spit. He smirked, sliding the vibrator along Kylee’s pussy. “See that?” he said, directing the words like a dagger at Jake.
“Real men don’t break the women they love. They build them. They worship them.”
Kylee froze for a moment, her chest tight, but she didn’t pull away.
Jake’s face twisted. He wasn’t watching his wife being stolen, he was watching the mirror of his own failures.
The image of Rachel flashed in his mind, her lipstick smeared, her body bent across his desk.
He had chosen that. He had thrown everything away, and now Rio was making him choke on it.
His panic shifted into desperation. He clawed at the glass, trying to find any weakness. His nails scraped uselessly. He sank to his knees, sweat streaking down his temple.
Kylee looked toward the glass briefly, her heart thudding. For once, Jake wasn’t the one with power. She was. And the realization both terrified her… and thrilled her.
Kylee’s chest was still heaving, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax as she lay against Rio’s chest. But there was no time to rest, no moment of respite.
Her eyes flicked toward the glass box where Jake stood, his face twisted with a mix of rage and helplessness.
She could see the way his fists clenched at his sides, the veins in his neck bulging as he silently screamed, his words trapped within the soundproof walls of his prison.
A wicked smirk curved Kylee’s lips, her desire for revenge reigniting with a fierce intensity. She pushed herself up from Rio’s chest, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders as she leaned down “I’m not done with you yet get up.” her voice dripping with mischief.
Rio’s confidence flared at her words, his lips curling into that cocky grin that had drawn her in from the start. “Good,” he murmured, his hands sliding up her thighs. “Because neither am I.”
Kylee straddled him, her knees sinking into the plush floor of the dungeon as she positioned herself above his hardened length.
She could feel his heat pulsing against her slick core, the anticipation sending shivers down her spine.
Her eyes locked onto Jake’s through the glass, her gaze unwavering as she lowered herself onto Rio dick inch by agonizing inch.
“Watch closely, Jake,” she purred, her voice taunting him.
“This is what it feels like to be with a real man.” She let out a very loud and pleasurable screams and moans.
Rio’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her down as she took him fully inside her.
A loud groan escaped his lips, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the tightness of her walls around him.
Kylee’s breath hitched, her own pleasure building as she began to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles.
The sensation was overwhelming the friction of Rio’s dick inside her, the way her body seemed to hum with electricity, the sheer audacity of what they were doing right in front of Jake.
It was intoxicating, empowering in a way she hadn’t felt in years.
She threw her head back, a loud moan escaping her lips as she picked up the pace, riding Rio with a fervor that left both of them breathless.
Rio’s hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her breasts, before settling on her hips once more.
He thrust upward, meeting her movements with equal intensity, their bodies moving in perfect sync.
“You feel amazing,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Look at you… so fucking perfect.”
Kylee’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze immediately finding Jake’s again. His face was flushed, his jaw tight as he pounded on the glass, shouting words that would never reach her ears.
She smirked, reveling in his frustration, his anger feeding her own arousal.
“He’s jealous,” Rio muttered, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust deeper. “Can you see it? The way he’s watching us? He wants to be me… wants to feel what I’m feeling right now.”
Kylee leaned forward, her hands braced on Rio’s chest as she rocked against him, her pace quickening. “Fuck him,” she yelled fiercely. “Let him watch. Let him see what he lost.”
Rio chuckled darkly, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts as he stared up at her.
“That’s my girl,” he said. “Take this rock hard dick you good girl.” And she did.
Kylee rode him with abandon, her body moving with a wildness she hadn’t known she possessed.
The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the slap of skin against skin, and the loud growls and moans escaping their lips, the occasional creak of the dungeon equipment as their movements grew more frantic.
But all Kylee could focus on was the way Rio made her feel the way he filled her completely, the way his hands seemed to know exactly where to touch her to drive her wild, the way his eyes burned into hers with a heat that sent shivers down her spine.
And then there was Jake, trapped in his glass cage, forced to watch as she experienced a pleasure he had never been able to give her.
“Fuck,” Rio groaned, his hips jerking upward as he neared his own climax. “You’re gonna make me cum…”
Kylee grinned down at him, her movements becoming even more erratic as she chased her own release. Her voice husky with desire. “Cum inside me… let him see it.”
Rio didn’t need to be told twice. With a guttural moan, he spilled inside her, his body shuddering beneath her as his release washed over him.
Kylee clenched around him, drawing out every last drop as her own orgasm crashed over her like a wave.
Her back arched, a cry tearing from her throat as pleasure consumed her.
When she finally collapsed onto Rio’s chest after 3 hours of passionate revenge sex, her body slick with sweat and trembling with exhaustion, she turned her head to look at Jake one last time.
His face was pale now, his fists pressed against the glass as he stared at them with a mixture of disbelief and fury.
“Real men don’t just fuck,” Rio said lazily, his voice carrying an edge of mockery. “They make women scream their names.”
Kylee chuckled softly, her lips curving into a satisfied smile as she traced idle patterns on Rio’s chest. “Guess you showed him.”
Rio and Kylee left Jake in his box and went upstairs where dinner was laid out like something out of a five-star restaurant: crystal glasses, flickering candles, and plates of food so beautiful they almost looked untouchable.
Kylee sat across from Rio, her fork resting untouched against the rim of her plate.
Finally, she broke the silence. Her voice trembled at first, but she forced the words out.
“What the fuck did we just do?”
Rio leaned back in his chair, swirling the wine in his glass like he had all the time in the world. His eyes never left hers, steady and unflinching. “You,” he said smoothly, “just showed him that karma is a bitch.”
Kylee blinked at him, the weight of the night crashing down. But then unexpectedly she laughed. A sharp, shaky little laugh that surprised even her. “God,” she whispered, covering her mouth with her hand. “I did feel powerful. I’m glad I made him feel how I felt that day. Helpless. Shattered.”
Rio smirked, leaning forward, his voice low and deliberate. “And you did it without even lifting a finger. Just by getting pleased.”
She met his gaze, the truth of it sinking deep in her chest. The memory of walking in on Jake and Rachel, of her heart splintering into a thousand pieces that pain had been unbearable. Tonight… she had handed it back to him.
Kylee set her wine down, her hand trembling slightly. “What are you going to do with him, Rio?” she asked softly.
For the first time, Rio’s smirk faded. His jaw tightened just slightly, his eyes darkening as he leaned back. “I’m not sure yet.”
The words hung heavy between them. Kylee’s stomach knotted. She wanted to ask more, to press him, but part of her didn’t. Part of her didn’t want to know just how far Rio’s vengeance might go.
The next morning, Rio’s private jet touched down in New Orleans. Kylee felt her chest tighten as they drove through the familiar streets, heading back to Kelly’s place. Her babies. She couldn’t wait to see them but she also carried a weight pressing on her shoulders from the night before.
When they arrived, the kids ran straight into her arms, and for a few blissful moments, Kylee let herself forget everything else. But as soon as they settled, she tugged Kelly aside into the kitchen.
Kelly tilted her head. “Girl, what’s going on? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Kylee bit her lip, her voice low and shaky. “Because I have to tell you something and you can’t freak out.”
Kelly crossed her arms. “Um Okay…”
Kylee swallowed hard. “Jake. He’s… he’s not just gone, Kelly.
He’s in Rio’s fucking basement. In this glass box, like…
like something out of a horror movie. Last night…
” she trailed off, her hand going to her forehead, “we went into his basement. Jake could hear everything. See everything. We had sex and made him listen and watch.”