Mafia Desire (Erotica)

As good as I’d slept I had no doubt he’d slept better. The again when one has four sleeping pills slipped into their tea, that is usually the case. Stepping out of the shower I began to pat myself dry while thinking back to last night. The true sign of the rage I’d felt had been that when Greg arrived home last night. I’d been able to simply smile and ask how his day was. I had no desire to confront him or fight with him. That would have been making things easy on him, would have led to a fight and maybe him leaving. No, my new found coldness kept me in control so that he could be paid back properly.

I even made some conversation with him and went so far as to say I felt bad we hadn’t been getting along. Greg seemed okay with that and gave me a smile that I now knew was a patronizing one. I could hear him now to Jenny, “Pathetic bitch just keeps letting me treat her bad” That had brought me close to saying something, but just as quickly I heard his other words, the ones burned into my soul, “How do we look, baby?”

Unable to resist one dig, I asked Greg what happened to my pillow case? I’d been in the bedroom and noticed it was gone. Greg had paused then simply shrugged and said he’d found it on the floor and tossed it in the laundry. When I commented that was odd, he said maybe it fell off last night and I didn’t notice. I let it go then asked if he would like me to make him a nice cup of tea before I went to bed.

I smiled as I finished drying off and picking up the hair dryer began working on my hair. I went back into Greg’s office two hours later and he was passed out in his chair, a book still on his lap. That couldn’t have worked out better for me, as I was able to wheel him from his office, down the hallway and into our bedroom. He was so drugged he didn’t even move as I cuffed his wrists to the arms of the chair and using a pair of scissors cut his clothes off leaving him completely naked. He even slept blissfully through my shoving a ball gag in his mouth.

Speaking of accessories, I finished my hair and after applying the smuttiest red lipstick I owned, donned the red and black bra and thong Greg had no interest in the other night. I slipped my short black robe on over it and as I tied it went out into the kitchen. I glanced at the clock and feeling my heart beginning to race picked my phone up off the table and called Chad. He must have been sitting on the phone as it hadn’t even finished the first ring when he answered.

“Brenda, uh… everything all set?”

“He’s ready.” I said softly while getting a bottle of water from the fridge. “Question is, are you?”

“Oh yeah,” he breathed in a tone caused a wave of heat to flow through my pussy. “I am so ready.”

“Good. Be here in ten minutes. Let yourself in and knock on the bedroom door.”

I hung up and after taking a few swallows from the bottle, poured the rest of the cold water into a cup and walked down the hallway to our bedroom. I paused in front of the door and looked within myself for that stereotypical hesitation, people always felt when they were about to be mean to someone who deserved it. To my delight, I could find none whatsoever. Greg deserved everything he was about to get. Walking into the room I closed the door behind me and walked over in front of where I’d left the chair.

I’d put the chair so close to the bed I could barely stand between the edge of it and his knees. I looked down at him and shook my head disgustedly. His stomach was so big I couldn’t even see his dick. His tits had gotten almost as big as mine and with his head down on his chest I could see his double chin. Not that I ever felt that looks should matter in love, but I’d worked hard to stay looking good for him and this fat prick was fucking some girl telling her how pathetic I was. I closed my eyes as I felt that rage begin to build within me. Opening my eyes, I threw the water in his face.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Wake up, asshole.” I hissed. Greg jerked and his eyes opened about halfway. He looked at me and seemed to be trying to focus on my face. Reaching out, I grabbed his nipple and gave it a hard twist. “I said wake up!”

Greg cried out, or at least he would have had there not been a red ball in his mouth. Apparently just realizing that himself, his eyes widened and his arms jerked as he tried to move them. I watched, smiling as he looked down and saw his wrists secured to the arms of the chair. He looked back up and started yelling behind the gag.

“What’s the matter, honey?” I asked sweetly, “I thought you wanted me to be more fun! After all according to you, all I am is a used up pathetic old hag!”

Greg stopped and narrowing his eyes, yelled again. I had the impression he was trying to demand me to let him go and shook my head.

“Nope, you’re going to sit your pathetic ass right there and watch the special treat I have for you!”

He tried to speak around the gag and I sensed it was a question.

“Why? Well because I think one good turn deserves another and I was treated to your special performance yesterday so time to return the favor.”

Putting the glass down on the floor I picked up my I-Pad from the bed and turning it on, brought up the video Chad had sent me. I hit play and held it up in front of his face.

“See? I got to watch this yesterday!”

All the color drained from his face and he started yelling again.

“Don’t bother, Greg. No way out of this. That’s you in that video; God knows you couldn’t find another guy with that small of a dick who couldn’t last more than a minute.”

I heard Jenny moaning from the screen and sighed, “Good move going with a young one. She’s probably inexperienced enough to think you’re a decent lay.”

Greg turned his head and reaching out, I grabbed his hair and yanked him back to face me.

“You’re going to miss my favorite part!” I told him.

Greg wrenched his head to the side again and letting him go I picked up the small remote from the nightstand and pressed the button. The black shock collar round his neck went off and with a startled yelp Greg’s head jerked and he looked at me stunned.

“I said fucking watch!” I yelled at him.

Greg flinched and started to close his eyes, I hit the remote and again he yelped. This time he kept his eyes open as I shoved the screen directly in his face. From that screen came Greg laughing, “How do we look baby?”

“You son of a bitch!” I shouted, losing my cool. “How fucking dare you?”

I tossed the I-Pad onto the floor not caring if it broke or not and grabbing Greg’s face pulled towards mine until our eyes were inches apart.

“What did I ever do to you? I’ve been good to you Greg. I was a good wife. I did everything for you! Hell I actually made an effort to keep looking good for you! Look at you, fat, out of shape, no interest in sex, at least with me anyway. And you have the balls to tell that fucking whore I’m not interested anymore?”

Reaching down I grabbed the roll of fat around his stomach. “I should be the one not interested! Fuck, last time we tried I had to push this out of my way to blow you!”

Greg yelped as I twisted his skin and reaching lower, I found his shriveled cock and held it.

“Yeah you remember our last time? When you came in my mouth and all over my face and made me feel like a whore?” I gave his cock a squeeze and his eyes bulged. “Well hope you liked that because that’s the last time this little thing gets anywhere near me!”

I let him go before I lost control and really squeezed. Shaking my head, I continued in a softer voice, “And in our bed Greg? Fucking her in my bed and mocking me.” I grunted disgustedly, “Wiping your cum on my pillow like a spiteful teenager?”

Sitting on the bed in front of him I sighed, “If you didn’t want to be here anymore you could have said so, but no, you had to go and hurt me, humiliate me, laughing and fucking in front of our picture. Asking me how do you look with your whore.”

I looked down into my lap at the remote and once again focusing on my hurt, took a deep breath and raising my gaze locked it onto his nervous brown eyes.

“Well Greg, I’m going to give you the same chance. Going to show you what it’s like to be hurt and humiliated. Going to show you how I look with someone who’s more fun than you, which could really just be a dildo at this point, but I want more than that.” I gave him a cold smile and held up the remote. “And you’ll watch, Greg. You’re going to watch everything that happens or you get this.”

I hit the remote and Greg cried out and jerked in the chair.

“Like that?” I asked, “The guy at the store said they’re supposed to be dog training collars, but he tweaks them and resells them to train other kinds of pets.” I shrugged and zapped him again. “I told him it didn’t matter, I’m using it on a dog anyway,”

Greg jumped in his chair at the sound of a knock.

“Hope you’re comfortable,” I said softly, giving him a kiss on his sweaty cheek, “Show’s about to start.”

Drawing my legs up onto the bed, I crawled down to the foot of the bed so I was facing the door and sitting up on my knees, called out, “Come on in, baby!”

The door opened and Chad came in wearing a black t-shirt and the usual skintight jeans. As he closed the door behind him, I heard Greg start yelling behind the gag, but didn’t look over. Right now my eyes were too busy taking in Chad’s amazing body and that delicious looking bulge in his jeans. I licked my lips at thought that I was minutes away from unzipping those jeans and tasting that cock.

“Damn, Brenda,” Chad said returning my appraising gaze, “You look good.”

“You think?” I asked, “I think you’re being nice. This robe does nothing for me.”

“Maybe you could use it to cover him.” Chad pointed at Greg and added with a smirk, “Christ he looks like the before in a diet commercial.” He did then look at Greg and making a show of staring said, “Where’s his dick?”

“Under that flab somewhere.” I shrugged, then with a smile asked, “Where’s my dick?”

“It’s right here, sexy.” Chad said, stepping up to the bed and reaching for his zipper.

“Oh no, honey,” I shoved his hands away, “That’s my job, I get to unwrap my present!”