My Husband’s Dirty Contract with His Best Friend - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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My husband had been after me for months to shave, but I'd always put my foot down. Tonight, just to make him happy, I finally caved.
After slipping the sleep mask over my eyes, he scooped me up and deposited me onto the bed. His hands pinned my wrists above my head while his lips traced the shell of my ear, teasing until I squirmed.
A whimper escaped before I could stop it.
"You need a real man, don't you?" His whisper curled against my skin, smug and knowing.
"God, yes—please, hurry!" My skin burned, every nerve begging for more.
"Good. Then I'll get Bryce." Just like that, his weight vanished from the mattress, footsteps retreating as the door clicked shut.
Alone, I twisted against the sheets, drowning in filthy images my old self would've slapped me for. The ache between my thighs turned sharp enough to hurt.
When the door groaned open again, my entire body went taut.
"Bryce is here. Still feeling greedy, you little tease?"
"Fuck yes!" The words came out ragged, pathetic.
"Then get in position for him," my husband chided. A stinging slap landed on my thigh—the pain flaring straight to my core.
"Of course, darling." I arched with deliberate provocation. "Let Bryce take what he wants tonight. Unless you'd rather watch... or are you jealous?"
"We've shared before. What's one more time?"
A year ago, this would've shattered me. Now? The humiliation only fed the hunger he'd carved into my bones.
Then—
Rough, unfamiliar hands seized my ankles, yanking my legs apart.
"Be right back," my husband said.
"No—Felix, don't leave! Bryce, stay!" My voice cracked on the plea.
"What do you need?"
A stranger's voice. The answer tore from me before thought could catch up:
"Fuck me. Now."
After slipping the sleep mask over my eyes, he scooped me up and deposited me onto the bed. His hands pinned my wrists above my head while his lips traced the shell of my ear, teasing until I squirmed.
A whimper escaped before I could stop it.
"You need a real man, don't you?" His whisper curled against my skin, smug and knowing.
"God, yes—please, hurry!" My skin burned, every nerve begging for more.
"Good. Then I'll get Bryce." Just like that, his weight vanished from the mattress, footsteps retreating as the door clicked shut.
Alone, I twisted against the sheets, drowning in filthy images my old self would've slapped me for. The ache between my thighs turned sharp enough to hurt.
When the door groaned open again, my entire body went taut.
"Bryce is here. Still feeling greedy, you little tease?"
"Fuck yes!" The words came out ragged, pathetic.
"Then get in position for him," my husband chided. A stinging slap landed on my thigh—the pain flaring straight to my core.
"Of course, darling." I arched with deliberate provocation. "Let Bryce take what he wants tonight. Unless you'd rather watch... or are you jealous?"
"We've shared before. What's one more time?"
A year ago, this would've shattered me. Now? The humiliation only fed the hunger he'd carved into my bones.
Then—
Rough, unfamiliar hands seized my ankles, yanking my legs apart.
"Be right back," my husband said.
"No—Felix, don't leave! Bryce, stay!" My voice cracked on the plea.
"What do you need?"
A stranger's voice. The answer tore from me before thought could catch up:
"Fuck me. Now."
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