"What the hell, man? What's wrong with you?" Chris protested, his voice strained and shaky.
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Tony's grip on his collar tightened. "Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly what you did."
He pulled Chris into the chair at his desk, still holding onto his collar. Tony turned his laptop around and pressed enter. Chris already knew what he was going to see. He tried to stand up but Tony grabbed his shoulder and forced him back down. The video was focused on Chris' desk, where Chris was anxiously typing at his computer. The camera zoomed in tight to show clear as day the coding that Chris was working on.
"My question is," Tony began, leaning down to whisper in Chris' ear. "Did you think I was stupid? That I couldn't read code? Or that I didn't care to check in on things that my employees are doing?"
Chris' face flushed. He felt dizzy. This couldn't be happening… he was so careful. What the video showed was him, after hours, programming a rather intricate code into the firm's system that would essentially move about a dime from each transaction the company made into an offshore account that only he knew about.
Chris looked up at Tony as his manager sat in front of him on the desk. Tony was intimidating in a lot of ways. He was about 6'3", with muscles that always showed through his business shirts even though they were loose-fitting. Dark brown hair cut in a military-style fade, a neat 5 o'clock shadow beard, and ominous grey-blue eyes. He was confident and polite in a corporate way. Everyone felt like they could be his friend if they were cool enough. He never flirted in the office, and from what Chris had heard, that drove the women we worked with CRAZY.
Chris, on the other hand, was average in every way. He was about 5 years younger than Tony, but he never worked out, and his body showed it. He stood at about 5'10" and was slightly chubby, which he hid under baggy clothes. He was a worker bee who preferred to fly under the radar.
Tony had been stern with Chris before when he wanted things done, but Chris had never seen him angry. Tony's sleeves were rolled up and the veins in his forearms were still popping out from anger and exertion. Chris felt powerless at the moment, which he was sure was Tony's intention. Chris was at eye-level with Tony's belt buckle, and for the first time Chris noticed the large bulge in his manager's pants. He blushed even more.
"I was curious why you had stayed late every night for a couple weeks." Tony said quietly, seething. "I see your badge scans, Chris. I know everything. You really didn't think this through."
Chris felt the blood drain from his face as Tony's words sank in. "Look, I can pay you back. I-"
"Shut. the fuck. UP." Tony yelled. "The money is mine now. That's a given. But where we go from here is what will decide if everything stays the way it is, or if you go down, hard."
Chris looked up into Tony's eyes at the mention of the slight possibility of escape from his predicament. "Wha… what do you mean?"
Tony slapped Chris hard across the face. "SHUT. YOUR. MOUTH!" He said. "You only speak when I allow it." He took a deep breath and calmed himself. "Payback isn't enough. You need to understand the gravity of your actions." His gaze was cold, his tone unforgiving.
Chris' mind raced as he tried to find a way out of this nightmare. He glanced at the clock on the wall, knowing his wife, Olivia would be home soon. "What do you want from me, Tony?" he asked, desperation tingeing his voice.
Tony leaned back, steepling his fingers. "I want your wife, Olivia. I want her to come to the office with you tomorrow morning. I've always wondered how a flub like you managed to land her."
Chris' heart sank to his stomach. "No," he murmured, his eyes widening in horror.
"It's not a request," Tony said, his voice low and firm. "It's a command."
Chris felt the walls closing in around him. "What are you going to do to her?" he managed to choke out.
Tony's smile was chilling. "Oh, I'll think of something," he said, his eyes gleaming. "But you'll have to watch."
Chris' mind was in chaos. He couldn't believe his ears. This wasn't happening. But as Tony continued to speak, the cold reality of the situation began to set in.
"If you want to keep your pathetic job, if you want me to keep this little theft between us, you'll do as I say," Tony said, his tone as smooth as a serpent's whisper. "Bring her in, and we'll have a talk. I wont force her into anything of course. She could just condemn your dumb ass to go down for what you've done. But something tells me she'll want to help."
Chris felt his knees go weak. "I can't," he protested, his voice trembling. "Olivia, she has nothing to do with this."
Tony's smile grew colder. "That's where you're wrong," he said, leaning forward. "Everything you do affects her, just like everything she does affects you. This is your mess, and now she'll help you clean it up."
***
Chris stumbled out of the office, his thoughts in a whirlwind. His hand was shaking as he fished out his phone and called Olivia, his voice barely above a whisper when he told her he was sorry he was running late, he had a late meeting with his boss. He couldn't bring himself to tell her why.
The drive home was a blur, his eyes fixed on the road but his mind racing. He replayed Tony's words over and over, searching for a loophole, a way to escape this twisted demand. His stomach churned with fear and anger.
When he walked into their apartment, Olivia looked at him, concern etched on her face. "What's wrong, baby?" she asked, setting down the book she'd been reading.
Chris took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "It's work," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "Tony wants us to come in for a meeting tomorrow."
Olivia looked at him skeptically. "At the office?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "On a weekend?"
Chris nodded, his eyes avoiding hers. "It's important," he lied, his voice tight. He couldn't bear to tell her the truth, not yet.
***
The following morning, the tension in the car was palpable. Olivia was dressed in a sunflower print sundress that was both professional and flirty. She always made a point to look cute when she went to his office. Chris noticed how well it highlighted her breasts, and how high the skirt sat on her thigh. Olivia was short and curvy, with thick thighs and an ass that Chris loved to slap. She had a round-ish face and green eyes, with auburn hair that hung down past her shoulder blades. Olivia went to the gym almost every morning, mostly for cardio so she didn't have to worry much about what she ate. Chris put his hand on her thigh as he drove, but couldn't bring himself to look at her.
She looked at Chris with a mix of curiosity and confusion. "What could this meeting possibly be about?" she asked again, her voice filled with a hint of irritation.
Chris' eyes remained glued to the road, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. "I don't know," he said, his voice hollow. "We could be having some changes in the office and Tony likes to include wives in the decision making for that kind of stuff."
When they arrived at the office, the usual buzz of activity was absent, replaced by an eerie silence. Tony's door was open, a beacon of dread beckoning them in. Olivia looked at him questioningly, but Chris' expression was unreadable. He took her hand, feeling the tremor in her grip, and led her into the lion's den.
Tony was sitting at his desk, his shirt sleeves rolled up again, with a rather smug look on his face. He gestured for them to sit on the couch opposite him, and Chris could see the hunger in his eyes as they landed on Olivia. "Liv, so nice to see you again" Tony said, his voice oily as he grabbed her hand to kiss it. Chris hated how familiar he acted toward her. "Your hubby here is in a bit of a pickle, and we were hoping you could help."
Chris' throat was dry as he swallowed hard. Olivia looked from Tony back to Chris, but he couldn't meet her gaze. He knew what was about to happen, and his stomach twisted into knots. "Hon, I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Tony leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "You see, Chris here has been a naughty boy," he said, amused. "He's been helping himself to my money. I have it all on camera, there's no denying anything. He should lose his job over this, probably never work in our industry again, and he should very likely go to jail. But I think I'd rather teach him a lesson."
Olivia's eyes widened in shock, looking to Chris for confirmation. He nodded, his face pale. "It's true," he whispered.
"But what does that have to do with me?" Olivia said softly.
Tony continued with a matter-of-fact tone, "Well, this lesson I want to teach your man, I think you could help. You are an amazing and beautiful woman, Liv. You deserve more than this piece of shit you call a husband. More than this life. I think we should show him where he really belongs."
Tony smirked. "Now, Chris, I want you to show me how sorry you really are. On your knees, boy. Crawl."
Chris felt bile rise in his throat, but the fear of losing his job and the potential retribution from Tony kept him in check. He really wanted to do this now? He wasn't ready for everything to move so fast. Chris slowly lowered himself to the floor, his knees shaking as he began to crawl toward his boss. Olivia's mouth dropped open, she couldn't believe how quickly her husband submitted to this man.
Tony chuckled, watching with sadistic pleasure. "Look at your wife, Chris," he ordered, his eyes gleaming. "Look at how disappointed she is in you."
Chris's eyes flicked to Olivia, and his heart shattered at the look on her face. Betrayal and disgust were etched deep, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. He didn't blame her; he was disgusted with himself too.
"Is this what you expect from a real man, Liv?" Tony goaded, stroking the bulge in his pants a slow, taunting motion. "One who steals and then grovels at my feet?"
Chris knew exactly what Tony was telling him to do. He didn't bother hesitating or asking his boss for direction. He reached up and unclasped Tony's belt buckle and unzipped his pants. He slowly pulled out what was surely the biggest cock he had ever seen in his life.
Olivia's eyes were glued to Chris, a maelstrom of emotions playing out across her features. She looked at Tony with contempt before her gaze returned to her husband, her voice filled with a mix of anger and disappointment. "What kind of person does something like this?" she spat, her voice shaking. Her eyes froze when she finally got a full look at Tony's dick.
Tony's smile grew wider. "A desperate one," he said, as he grabbed his own cock and started stroking. "One who's willing to do anything to keep his pathetic life afloat. Now, Chris, I want you to ask nicely. Ask to suck my cock."
Chris felt his face burn with humiliation, but he knew he had no choice. He looked up at Tony, his eyes pleading. "Please," he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let me suck your cock."
Tony leaned back in his chair, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Not good enough," he said, his eyes never leaving Olivia's face. He was relishing in her realization of how weak her beloved spouse truly was. "Beg for it, like the dog you are."
Chris's humiliation grew with every word, his cheeks flushing red. He took a shaky breath, his voice quivering. "Please, Tony," he whimpered. "Please, let me suck your cock."
Tony's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's more like it," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. He leaned back in his chair, his erection bobbing slightly in the air.
Chris' gaze was drawn to the monstrous appendage before him. It was at least nine inches, thick and veiny, and he couldn't believe he was about to perform such an act in front of his wife. His heart hammered in his chest, but he knew he had no choice.
With trembling hands, he leaned forward and took Tony's cock in his mouth, the salty taste of the other man's arousal making him gag. Olivia's eyes were wide with shock and revulsion, and he knew he was losing her, piece by piece, with every bob of his head.
Tony leaned back in his chair, watching the scene unfold with a smug smile. "Look at him, Livy," he said, his voice filled with a malicious delight. "Isn't it enlightening to see your husband like this?"
Olivia's face was a mask of horror and disbelief, her eyes fixed on Chris as he serviced Tony. She felt her stomach turn at the sight, her hand clenched into a fist at her side.
Tony leaned back in his chair, putting his hand on the younger man's head as Chris bobbed up and down. "Look at him, Liv," Tony said, his voice low and menacing. "See how easily he submits to me?"
Olivia's fury grew with every stroke of her husband's tongue on Tony's cock. Her eyes, filled with tears of rage, bore into Chris, willing him to stop. But she knew that wasn't an option. The power dynamics had shifted dramatically, and she could feel her marriage crumbling around her.
As Tony's breathing grew heavier and more ragged, Olivia's mind raced for a way to escape this hellish situation. But she was trapped, just as Chris was trapped, both of them bound by the fear of Tony's wrath.
Her eyes never left Tony's face, watching the pleasure contort his features as Chris continued to suck him off. She felt a part of her die with every grunt and moan that escaped Tony's lips, knowing that the man she'd loved and trusted had brought them to this point.
The sound of Chris gagging echoed around the room, a harsh reminder of the power Tony wielded over them both. Tony was pulling Chris' head down onto his lap so his huge cock hit the back of the kneeling man's throat. Olivia's eyes watered as she saw her husband's mouth stretched around Tony's cock, his cheeks hollowed with the effort of taking him deep.
"That's it," Tony encouraged, his voice thick with lust. "Swallow it all, you pathetic piece of shit."
Chris' throat worked overtime to keep up with Tony's demanding pace, his eyes watering as he took in the sight of his wife's mortification. He felt a part of himself slip away with every gag and choke, his dignity receding with the salty taste of Tony's semen.
"You think she deserves a man like me?" Tony asked, his voice a taunt as he stroked his cock. "One who can provide for her, protect her?"
Chris can only nod, as Tony's cock is lodged deep in his throat. Tony grabs his hair and yanks him off harshly. "Answer!"
"Yes…" Chris murmurs.
"Yes what??" Tony says, and spits in Chris' face.Chris had felt his erection growing long ago. All he could do was stare at the huge glistening cock in front of him.
"Yes sir!" Chris said louder. "She deserves better than me." And he knew it was true.
"Good boy." Tony said, guiding Chris' head back to work.
As Olivia watched, she felt her anger turn to cold, hard hatred. This wasn't her Chris. This was a man who'd been broken, and she vowed she wouldn't let this monster destroy her as well. Her eyes narrowed, and she searched for a way out of this hell.
Tony's grunts grew louder, and Chris's face was a picture of despair. Olivia couldn't believe she was sitting there, watching this happen. Watching a man change. She took a deep breath and stood up, her chair scraping against the floor. "Stop," she said, her voice surprisingly steady. "This is enough."
Tony's eyes snapped to her, and for a moment, she saw a flicker of surprise. But it was quickly replaced by anger. "Sit down," he barked, pointing to the chair.
Olivia's resolve didn't waver. "No," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "You can have him, but I don't want any part of this."
Tony's eyes narrowed, "You think you have a choice? If it can be proven that you spent even one dollar of his dirty money, you are complicit, darling. I'd advise you to sit and do what I say. And who knows, you might end up liking it…"
Olivia's heart hammered in her chest, but she remained standing, her hand trembling slightly. "If you hurt either of us, I'll make sure everyone knows what kind of monster you are," she said, her voice strong despite her fear.
Tony laughed, a cold, mirthless sound that sent chills down Chris's spine. "You think you can threaten me?" he said, his eyes narrowing. "You're in no position to make demands."
"Honey, please," Chris begged, his voice trembling. "Do as he says."
Olivia's heart raced, but she held her ground. "What's the point, Tony?" she asked, her voice shaking. "What will you gain from this?"
Tony's smile didn't waver. "Everything," he said, his voice cold and hard. "I gain power, I gain respect. And you two… you learn your place."
She felt a surge of anger and fear. "Is that all we're worth to you?" she spat. "Some sick power trip?"
Tony's smile grew colder still. "Worth? You're both nothing but pawns to me," he said, waving the gun in the air. "Now, sit down and watch your pathetic husband serve me like the bitch he is."
Olivia's eyes filled with rage, but she knew that defiance would only get them both in trouble. She slowly sat back down. "Please," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Let's just get this over with."
Tony's smile grew wider as he watched her finally submit. He leaned back in his chair, stroking his cock as he watched the fear dance in her eyes. "Now, let's get back to the show," he said, his voice a sinister purr.
Chris' eyes were pleading as he looked up at Olivia, his cheeks still wet from Tony's spit. He didn't want her to see him like this, didn't want her to know the depths to which he'd sunk. But he also knew that if he didn't go through with it, it could be the end of them both.
"Good girl," Tony said, his voice dripping with condescension. "Now, watch closely as your husband shows you what a bitch boy will do to please his boss."
Chris felt a tear roll down his cheek as he continued sucking, the weight of his failure and humiliation crushing him. He took Tony's cock back into his mouth, the taste of his boss's arousal almost too much to bear.
Tony's eyes flicked between the two of them, watching the emotional turmoil play out on their faces. His grip on the gun tightened as he grew more aroused by their fear. "Faster," he barked, his voice thick with desire.
"Now, Livy," Tony said, his voice a low growl. "Your turn. Stand."
Olivia's legs felt like jelly as she rose to her feet, her eyes never leaving the weapon. Part of her wanted to run and never look back. But part of her was intrigued and… aroused…by this alpha male asserting his dominance, something she had never felt around her husband.
"Take off your clothes," Tony ordered, his voice thick with lust. "I want to see what he's been hiding from me."
Her hands trembled as she pulled down the straps of her dress, the fabric slipping from her body to reveal the lacy white bra beneath. She could feel Chris' eyes on her, filled with a mix of fear and embarrassment.
Tony watched, his own arousal growing as he took in the sight of Olivia's exposed flesh. "Slower," he instructed, his eyes glinting with malicious pleasure. "I want to savor this."
Olivia's hands paused, her anger flaring up. She no longer felt anything for Chris except a searing hatred for what he'd brought them to. She wanted to punish him, to make him feel the same humiliation and despair that he'd forced upon her. With a vindictive smile, she began to peel off her clothes, each article dropping to the floor like a silent declaration of war.
"Keep going," she told Chris, her voice cold and detached. "You deserve every bit of this."
Chris felt the last shreds of hope leave him as he watched his wife strip, her eyes filled with anger and resentment. His cock was rock hard, his mind a mess of arousal and despair. He knew he'd lost her, that this would be the end of them.
Tony's eyes feasted on Olivia's naked body, his grin growing wider with every piece of clothing that fell. "Very nice," he said, his voice thick. "Now, come here and sit on my cock."
Her heart hammered in her chest, but she felt a strange sense of defiance welling up inside her. If she had to go through with this, she'd do it on her own terms. She stepped closer to Tony.
"Move, Chris," Tony said, pushing him away by his forehead. "Your turn to watch."
Chris stumbled back, his eyes on the floor, as Tony leaned back in his chair, his cock still erect and glistening. Olivia's eyes burned with fury as she took a step closer, her body shaking.
"I'll do what you want," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But only if he watches every second of this."
Tony chuckled, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "As you wish," he said, snapping and pointing at the chair. "Take a seat, Chris. You're not going anywhere."
Chris' legs felt like they might give out, but he managed to move to the chair and sit down. He couldn't tear his gaze away from Renee's naked form as she stepped closer to Tony, her hips swaying with a newfound confidence.
"Tony," Olivia said, her voice barely a whisper, "I've never had a cock as big as yours before." Her words hung in the air, thick with challenge and spite.
Tony's grin widened as he looked down at Chris' cowering form. "Is that so?" he said, his eyes raking over her body. "Well, you're in for a treat, then."
With a sense of determination she didn't know she had, Olivia straddled Tony's chair, her legs trembling slightly. She reached down and took his cock in her hand, feeling the heat and hardness of it against her palm. She could feel Chris' eyes on her, his gaze burning with a mix of fear and lust, and she used it to fuel her own anger.
Tony watched her with a smug smile, his hand never leaving the gun. "Go ahead," he said, his voice thick. "Ride me, Liv. Show your husband what a good little slut you can be."
With a final look of scorn at her husband, she positioned herself over Tony's erect cock, feeling the head nudge at her entrance. She took a deep breath, and with a swift motion, she lowered herself onto him, the pain and fullness making her gasp. Tony's eyes rolled back in pleasure as he filled her completely.
Chris couldn't believe what he was seeing. The woman he'd promised to love and cherish was now being used as a toy in front of him, and all because of his own stupidity. His cock was painfully hard in his pants, his mind torn between arousal and anger.
Olivia began to move, her eyes never leaving Chris'. The look in them was one of pure hatred, and he realized that he was watching their marriage crumble before his very eyes. Each bounce on Tony's cock was a declaration of her newfound freedom from him.
"Look at her, Chris," Tony taunted, his hand moving to Olivia's hip to guide her movements. "Look at how much she enjoys a real man inside her."
"She could stop if she wanted to," Tony added. "She's in control, Chris. Your wife is choosing to take my superior cock. She knows who the man is in this room."
Chris felt his rage boil over as he watched Olivia's body move in sync with Tony's thrusts. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, his jaw tight with restrained anger. He was nothing but a spectator in this twisted play, a mere accessory to Tony's sick power trip.
"Fuck, this pussy is so tight," Tony said, his voice low and taunting. "And soooo fucking wet. She definitely needed to be stretched, boy."
Chris' eyes shot up to meet Olivias, but she stared back at him with a cold, emotionless gaze. She leaned forward, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, and whispered something in Tony's ear that made him laugh cruelly. Chris felt his soul shrivel as he realized she wasn't going to spare him the humiliation.
Tony's hand moved to Olivia's neck, his grip tightening as he increased his pace. "Fuck me harder," she panted, her voice strained but determined. "Show him what a good little whore you've turned me into."
Chris' eyes filled with tears as he watched his wife's betrayal unfold. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a cacophony of pain and pleasure that seemed to echo in his very soul. He could feel the rage building inside him, a volcano ready to erupt.
But he also felt like this was what he deserved. He should be sitting on the sidelines while a superior man gives his wife everything she needs. And Olivia deserves to have her every need met. He felt it strangely freeing to submit and give up control to someone who is deserving of it.
Meanwhile, Olivia's movements grew more frantic, her nails digging into Tony's shoulders as she took him deeper and deeper. Tony had her nipple in his mouth as they continued to move in rhythm. "Yes," Olivia moaned, throwing her head back. "Yes, I want it."
Chris' heart felt like it was being ripped from his chest as he watched his wife's betrayal play out before him. He'd never felt so powerless, so utterly destroyed. His mind raced, trying to find a way out, but there was nothing. He was trapped, a mere observer to his own degradation.
Tony's hand moved from Olivia's neck to her ass, his fingers clawing hard into her soft flesh. "Look at me," he ordered at Chris, his voice a harsh whisper. "Look at the man who's fucking your wife."
Chris' eyes snapped to Tony's huge cock. He didn't know if he could watch this go on any longer, but his body was frozen in place.
"I'm going to cum," Tony grunted, his hand squeezing Olivia's ass even tighter. "And you're going to take it. And when I fill you, I want you to thank me."
Olivia's eyes never left Tony's, her pupils dilated with a mix of fear and anger. She bit her lip, her movements growing erratic. "Yes sir" she murmured, her voice forced and detached.
Chris watched in horror as she leaned back, her body tightening around Tony's cock. Olivia's breaths grew shorter, and her eyes squeezed shut. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, and he knew she was close.
"Come here Chris" Tony snarled, beckoning him closer. "Hold onto my balls. I want you to feel the moment I fill your wife with my seed."
Chris slowly approached, his hand shaking as he reached out to touch Tony's heavy, hairy sack. He could feel the heat and the weight of it in his palm, a stark reminder of how big and manly his boss truly was. Olivia's eyes squeezed shut, her body moving faster and faster.
"Look at me," Tony ordered again, his voice strained with pleasure. "Look at the man who's about to own you both."
Chris couldn't tear his gaze away from the balls in his hand. He felt sick, his stomach twisting with every movement. Olivia's breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving with each deep breath.
"Look at me," Tony repeated, his voice a harsh command.
Chris' gaze snapped up to meet his boss's, the hatred in Tony's eyes only serving to fuel the fire of anger burning within him. He clenched his fists, his knuckles white with the effort of not lunging forward.
Tony's grin was almost feral as he watched the emotions play out on Chris' face. "You're pathetic," he said, his voice filled with disgust. "You can't even satisfy your own wife."
Her eyes snapped open, her gaze locking with Tony's. "You're right," she panted, her voice thick with arousal. "He can't… But you can."
Chris stared at her, not understanding, his mind racing with confusion and fear. But as Tony's grip tightened on Renee's soft hips, the reality set in. He was going to watch his wife cum on his boss's cock, and there was nothing he could do about it.
With a final, violent thrust, Tony buried himself to the hilt in Olivia, his body tensing as he reached climax. Her eyes shut once again, and a scream tore from her throat. Chris could see the pleasure mixing with the pain, and the sight was almost too much to bear. Olivia's body tensed and shook, her own orgasm tearing through her with the same ferocity, as she realized another man was claiming her for the first time in years. She sounded as if she might cry.
Chris felt Tony's balls pulsing in his hand, the rhythm matching the rapid beat of his own heart. The room was filled with the sound of their mingled breaths and moans. Chris was shocked at how long Tony continued to cum. He felt pulse after pulse before it finally stop and his boss relaxed. Tony's face was a mask of triumph, his teeth bared in a snarl as he softened inside her.
Olivia's eyes opened slowly, as she turned to meet Chris's gaze. For a moment, the anger in them faded, replaced by something else. Something darker, something that sent a cold shiver down his spine. It was almost as if she was daring him to do something, anything, to stop this.
But Chris was rooted to the spot, his hand still gripping Tony's balls, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He watched as Tony and Olivia kissed passionately for what seemed like minutes. He began to wonder if they forgot he was there.
"Livy, baby, you are a treasure." Tony breathed.
Tony's grip on her neck loosened, and he pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. "Look what a good job she did," he sneered, his chest heaving with exertion. "That pussy will be so good at pleasing Daddy."
Olivia's body was trembling, the mix of pleasure and fear still coursing through her veins. She didn't dare move as Tony looked up at her, a twisted grin on his face. "Now," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Who does this pussy belong to?"
Olivia's eyes never left Chris's as she responded, her voice shaking. "It belongs to you, Tony," she whispered, the words sticking in her throat like a knife. "And thank you, sir, for giving me your cum."
Tony's grin grew wider, and he stood up, cum still dripping from his now-softening cock. "Good girl," he said, his eyes glinting with triumph. "Now, get on your knees and clean me up."
She slid off the chair, her legs shaking as she dropped to the floor. She took Tony's cock in her hand, her eyes never leaving Chris's. He was still on his knees, his own cock hard and exposed, a silent testament to the betrayal he'd just witnessed.
With a smirk, she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to lick the head of Tony's cock clean. The salty taste of his cum made her stomach turn, but she forced herself to keep going. Something had shifted within her, like a switch had flipped. She felt strangely bonded to Tony now, as if he really had claimed her as his property. On the other hand, she no longer felt anything but embarrassment, and possibly a small shred of pity for the man she once called her 'husband'.
Tony's eyes never left her as she serviced him, his grin growing wider with each pass of her tongue. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. "Get it all off. You're a natural at this."
Chris felt his anger boil over as he watched, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. He couldn't stand the sight of his wife like this, degraded and used for Tony's amusement.
Olivia continued to gaze up at Tony's dick, her movements deliberate and slow. She measured his reactions to make sure she was pleasing him perfectly. The look in her eyes was no longer one of anger, but of submission. This man had changed her from the inside out.
Tony, seemingly satisfied, leaned back in his chair, watching her with a smug grin. "That's enough," he said, his voice gruff. "Get up and get dressed, girl. And Liv?" he added, his eyes lingering on her pussy, "keep my cum inside you as long as you can. Every time you feel it drip out of you you'll remember Daddy using you."
Chris felt a new wave of humiliation wash over him as he saw the contempt in Olivia's eyes. He knew she was doing it to survive, but it didn't make it any easier to swallow.
"Now, boy, crawl over here and kiss my cock," Tony said, his voice a mix of satisfaction and boredom. "And tell me who your master is."
Chris's face flushed with a mix of anger and humiliation, but he knew he had no choice. He moved on all fours, his eyes never leaving the gun. As he approached, the smell of sex and Tony's sweat filled his nostrils, making him want to gag.
With a final look of defiance at Tony, Chris leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the head of his cock, the salty taste of his boss's cum on his lips. "Thank you, Master," he murmured, his voice thick with defeat.
Tony chuckled, stroking Chris's hair like a pet. "That's more like it," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "You're learning your place."
Chris felt a tear slip down his cheek as he pulled away, his gaze dropping to the floor. He didn't know if he could take much more of this.
Tony reached out and grabbed Olivia's chin, forcing her to look at him. "Now, my little slut," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I want you to give me your phone."
Her eyes were still filled with the same cold anger as she handed it over, her body trembling slightly. Tony took the phone with a smirk, his thumbs moving deftly across the screen. "What are you doing?" she spat, trying to pull away.
"Just making sure we can stay in touch, darling," he said, his voice filled with a mock sweetness that made her stomach churn. "After all, how will you know when I need to use you?"
The words hit her like a sledgehammer. She was his now. Tony's toy, his plaything. The anger within her grew stronger, but she knew better than to show it.
"You see, Liv," Tony began, his voice taking on a patronizing tone as he tucked his gun back into his waistband, "you're my little secret now. Your husband here isn't allowed to touch you anymore. That sweet pussy of yours is all mine. Don't worry, boy, we'll find other uses for you."
Olivia remained silent, her mind racing. She could feel the warmth of Tony's cum seeping out of her, a constant, humiliating reminder of what had just occurred. But she felt like she wanted this, she wanted a man to possess and use her. She had never felt submissive to a man before, and it filled her with a strange energy that made her whole body tingle. She wanted more of Tony, and she didn't necessarily care if Chris even existed.
Tony leaned back in his chair, his cock now fully deflated but still making an impressive bulge in his soft briefs. "Take her home," he told Chris, his voice a lazy command. "You are to serve her every want and need from now on, boy. She will report to me if you aren't being good. And don't even think about telling anyone what happened here. You'll both regret it if you do."
Chris nodded, his eyes downcast, and helped Olivia to her feet. He couldn't bring himself to look at her, knowing that their marriage was likely over. He felt so small, so pathetic, as he escorted her out of the office, the weight of their new reality heavy on his shoulders.
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