Page 6 of Wounded Wing

With Pierre now silent, I slide my fingers from my dripping pussy to end my call with Atticus. Suspicion ticks in the back of my mind at his unusual silence as I drop my boot from the panel. The elevator shifts back into movement, slowly rising up to the penthouse.

Vibration from the counter halts my steps in the kitchen. Backing away from the fridge, I glance down at my phone asPsycho Dickwadappears on the screen,again. Holding my breath, my hand trembles as I swipe to accept the call. Atticus’ smooth voice carries through the speaker before I can open my mouth.

“You made a poor decision,petit papillon.”

Chapter four

I couldn’t focus onthe club’s entertainment when I saw the security camera notification cross my phone. The video feed revealed Mae sliding her hands up her bare legs sensually while holding the emergency stop of the elevator with her boot. My tongue clicks against my teeth as I debate informing her that I’m already near the penthouse.

“I wonder how good his cock will feel in me,” she moans as Pierre’s grunts echo from the elevator speaker.

I roundthe corner of the building, taking lengthy strides before reaching the lobby doors. My teeth gnash together as my chest vibrates, “I’m not in the mood for your games, Mae. Let this be your final warning.”

Muting the call, I pocket the device in my suit jacket for safe keeping.

Oh, how I knew that her pretty clit was swollen before she touched herself.Iam the master of my wife’s body, after all. Every reaction she gives boils down to me. I shift my palm over the bulge in my pants to ease the ache of my growing shaft.

Pierre’s stuffy voice pulls me from my reverie as he compliments my wife’s ‘pretty, pink pussy’.

Stupid fucker should have just watched in silence.

Fucking Pierre. I should have known he’d be the idiot that gave in to Mae’s games. Her breathy moans sound from my speaker, I can hear how soaked her cunt is. Precum gathers at the tip of my cock, coating the piercing my little butterfly has learned to love. The urge to take my dick out and fuck my hand temporarily clouds my judgment.

Seeing Mae embrace this side of herself is all I’ve worked towards over these years. Corrupting her innocence, building her up to the sky just to knock her back down. I crave her desperation more than my own desires.

Irritation claws at my throat as I storm through the lobby, following the signs that lead toward the tech room. My steps hasten as I see my target through the large glass windows. The hired, soon-to-be fired, help stands in the tech-lit room with his pants pulled justbelow his taut, pasty globes. My cock jerks against the confines of my zipper at the sight. Conflicting thoughts war within me, wanting to snap his neck for going against me, but also wanting to seek pleasure with him.

Why not both?

Several monitors glow with various video feeds, the elevator being shown on the largest one. There I see Mae on a thirty-one-inch screen, in all of her temptress glory. Pierre fails to hear me shuffle into the room. I watch attentively as he strokes his thick, uncut cock, hips thrusting in rhythm with Mae’s as she fucks her fingers. Another bead of precum soaks through my slacks, my body begging for release.

Pierre shifts closer to the intercom, still oblivious to my presence, and begins to thoroughly fuck his spit-lubed fist. The veins in his cock swell, reddening the tip with each pass of his hand. His thrusts grow frenzied and shallow the closer he brings himself to the edge.

Had I known Pierre was such a delicious sight beneath his clothing, he could have made a home for himself within Le Papillon.

Mae’s moans are unrestrained as Pierre starts babbling incessantly, begging her to cum for him. I let lust win me over as I watch my wife's glistening cunt on the monitor and Pierre’s jerking motions. Her deliciously heated voice fills the room informing Pierre and me,not that he has noticed,that if he continues, she’s going to cum.

Pierre’s hips stutter, his moans louder as he exclaims to my wife he’s about to cum. I stalk behind him, crushing his windpipe in my hand.

“Cum for me instead, Pierre,” I demand, flicking my tongue over the shell of his ear as he fucks his fist harder. Ropes of cum splatter onto the screen as the surveillance camera shows Mae squirting her release on the floor of the elevator. His palm rolls slowly over his still throbbing shaft, prolonging his pleasure.

A deep groan leaves my lips, I admire the idiot for keeping his dick hard. “Do you want me to bend you over, Pierre? If I fuck you, do you think it will save you?” I whisper, enjoying the way the hairs on his neck stand on end.

I look back up at the enlarged monitor, watching as Mae drops her leg from the emergency stop, smoothing her black cotton dress before the elevator resumes movement, taking her to the top floor.

He moans in response, fueling my curiosity as I unzip my pants. My cock springs out with a soft slap against his heated skin. The hoop piercing threaded through the slit of my head is slick, reflecting in the dim monitor lighting. He rocks his hips forward, offering me his exposed ass.

I guess he isn’t opposed to me fucking him, after all.

“I won’t apologize for watching the Missus, just like I’m not apologizing for offering myself to you, sir,” he croaks.

“Oh, Pierre. You really are a fucking moron, aren’t you?” I breathe, condescension drips from my tongue.

I grip my hand harder around his throat, pulling him firmly into my body while trapping my cock between us. My piercing digs into his back, mixing pleasure with a bite of pain that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. His fight response kicks in with his inability to breathe. His attempts to claw at my hand send a chill down myspine. The spike of adrenaline and his frantic movements cause me to thrust my hips wildly against his back.

Moaning, I can’t help but enjoy myself. “Oh, fuck. Keep fighting me, Pierre. This feels so fucking good,” I pant as panicked wheezing replaces his previous desperate seduction. “That’s it, let me use your body.”

Pleasure teases the base of my spine, tingling to my scalp. With my free hand, I reach around his waist and fist his bobbing length until it jerks in response to my ministrations.

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