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(A Quick Note Before You Read…)
Hey everyone! Before you dive into this, please know that this is Part 3 of a continuing story.
To understand the full setup, the characters, and all the twists, I highly recommend reading the first two parts. Things get pretty wild, and you won’t want to miss the build-up!
- You can find [Part 1 ]
- [Part 2 ]
- [Part 3 ]
Thanks for following along, and I hope you enjoy what comes next!
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I froze, my body still intimately pressed against David’s, my fingers tangled in his hair. The two words echoed in the silent, super-heated air of the hotel suite.
Call him back.
“What?” I whispered, pulling back just enough to see his face.
The man I was looking at wasn’t the sweet, submissive husband I thought I knew. The man who had sat in the shadows, his hands shaking with anticipation. This was someone new. His eyes were dark, almost black, and they were shining with a terrifying, addictive light. It was the look of a man who had just discovered a new, all-powerful drug. And that drug was humiliation.
“That was perfect,” he whispered again, his voice hoarse, his hands gripping my hips so tightly it almost hurt. “But it was too fast. He broke too easily.”
“David, he’s gone,” I said, my voice shaky. The adrenaline from my own performance was draining away, leaving me exhausted and suddenly, horribly, exposed. “I did what you wanted. I ruined him. We won. Now it’s our turn.”
I leaned in to kiss him, to bring him back to me. But he turned his head, his gaze fixed on the door.
“It’s not enough,” he said, his voice flat. “A one-time humiliation? He’ll forget it. He’ll justify it. But if he comes back knowing what it is, knowing he’s just a toy for us… if he crawls back for his money… that is breaking him. That’s revenge, Priya. I want to see him crawl.”
A cold chill ran down my spine, extinguishing the last of my arousal. This was darker than I’d signed up for. “That’s… that’s cruel, David.”
He finally looked at me, and his expression softened, but the dark fire was still in his eyes. “Is it? Is it more cruel than what he did to me? To us? He stole my career, Priya. He built his entire life on a lie that almost cost me everything. And now,” he said, his hand sliding down my stomach, his fingers brushing the top of my pubic hair, “I have the ultimate weapon to make him pay. I have you. You just proved it.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “Think of it, Pri. Think of the power. Making him come back here, knowing you just fucked him for my entertainment. Making him do it again, not for lust, but for a goddamn bank loan. Isn’t that the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever heard?”
And the terrible, awful, exciting truth was… it was.
The thought of Arjun, his old arrogance completely shattered, returning to this room as a paid performer, a sexual beggar… it sent a fresh jolt of wicked, powerful lust through my veins. This wasn’t just a fantasy anymore. This was a dark, delicious game, and I was realizing I was a very, very good player.
I looked at my husband, this brilliant, twisted man I had married, and I saw him for what he was. A master. And he was making me his queen.
“Okay,” I breathed, a slow, predatory smile spreading across my face. “I’ll call him. But David? The price just went up.”
His eyes lit up. “Anything.”
“This time,” I said, sliding off his lap and grabbing my phone from the table. “You don’t just watch. You direct. You tell me exactly what you want me to do to him.”
A low, guttural groan escaped his throat. “Fuck, yes.”
I found Arjun’s number in my contacts. It had been five years, but I’d never deleted it. My thumb hovered over the call button.
“What if he doesn’t answer?” I asked.
“He’ll answer,” David said, his voice dripping with confidence. “He needs that loan more than he needs his pride.”
I pressed the button. It rang once. Twice. My heart was pounding. On the third ring, he picked up.
“…Priya?” His voice was a wreck. Broken, humiliated.
I put the phone on speaker, my eyes locked with David’s.
“You left so quickly, Arjun,” I said, my voice a low, honeyed purr. “I didn’t get a chance to say thank you.”
There was a long silence. “What do you want, Priya? Isn’t this over?”
“Over?” I let out a little laugh. “Oh, no. It’s just getting started. You see, my husband… he was very, very pleased with your performance. So pleased, in fact, that he’s ready to discuss that loan you need.”
Another silence. I could almost hear the gears turning in his head—the war between his shame and his desperation.
“…What’s the catch?” he finally whispered.
“The catch,” I said, looking at David for instructions. David mouthed the words to me, a cruel, beautiful smile on his face.
I repeated them. “The catch is that the performance isn’t over. We need an encore. Come back to the room. Now. Come back, and we can discuss the interest rate.”
I heard him take a sharp, shaky breath. It was the sound of a man breaking.
“…I’m on my way,” he whispered, and hung up.
David let out a sound of pure, triumphant victory. He grabbed me and kissed me hard, a kiss that was all teeth and power. “You are incredible. Now, go to the bathroom. Wash all of Raj’s cum off you. I want you clean for this. I want him to know this is special.”
The command, the sheer audacity of it, made me soak my panties. I went and did as he said, toweling off and coming back out, wearing nothing but the silk robe. David was back in his armchair, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked like a king on his throne.
“He’s to kneel as soon as he enters,” David said, his voice low and commanding. “He’s not to look at you unless you give him permission. He’s going to tell you why he’s here. He’s going to beg you to fuck him, in exchange for my money. And you… you are going to make him wait.”
My entire body was a live wire. This was it. The ultimate power.
The knock on the door was soft, pathetic.
“Showtime,” David whispered.
I opened the door. Arjun was standing there, fully dressed, his face pale, his eyes on the floor. He looked like a man walking to his own execution.
“Get in,” I said, my voice cold.
He walked in and stood in the middle of the room.
“I told you to kneel,” I snapped.
His body flinched, but he did it. He dropped to his knees in the center of the plush carpet, his head bowed. My pussy was throbbing so hard I could barely stand.
“Look at me,” I said. He raised his head, his eyes full of shame. “Why are you here, Arjun?”
“You know why,” he mumbled.
“I want to hear you say it,” I purred, walking slowly around him, letting my robe brush against his shoulder. I could feel David’s eyes on us, a burning, possessive gaze.
“I’m here…” he started, his voice cracking. “I’m here for the loan.”
“And what are you willing to do for it?” I asked, stopping in front of him.
He looked up at me, his eyes full of a pathetic, broken lust. “Anything.”
“Good.” I smiled, a cold, sharp smile. “Then beg me.”
He was about to speak, his mouth opening, his pride dying its final death. But before he could get a word out, he froze. His gaze flickered past me, to David, who was sitting in the armchair in the shadows.
Arjun’s expression changed. The shame was gone, replaced by a sudden, sharp, and terrifying flicker of… cunning. He knew something.
He looked back at me, a slow, toxic smile spreading across his face.
“Beg?” he whispered, his voice suddenly strong. “You’re right. This is all about paying for services. So, tell me, Priya… is David paying you as well as he paid that blonde girl from the Singapore conference last month?”
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