Envious Desire
33

Maddy

Damn it! Why won’t he answer? Shit! Did I fuck up? I need to fix this. Contemplating, I arrive at the only conclusion I know will pique his interest.

Unbuttoning my blouse, I push the girls out exposing my rich milky skin, placing a delicate finger between my bright red lips, I take photo after photo until the perfect angle is taken. Punching in Eric’s number from memory, I attach the picture with a message.

“I’m so sorry. Let me make it up to you, please. I’ll give you what you’ve been craving.”

I press send holding my breath in dire hopes he’ll respond.

Watching the screen it felt like hours had passed when those three magical dots danced across my screen. Vanishing, a low cry fills the room. Turning the ringer on the phone to its highest volume, I launch it across the room, in frantic anxiety, releasing a howling screech grasping my pillow smothering my face to dull furious rage.

Tears ravage my pillow when the ping from my phone curbs my wails of apprehensiveness. Rushing across the room, I grab my phone, opening my screen to see his typed words.

Eric: Oh yeah, what’s that exactly?

In haste I respond: A foursome, you, me and two other males just like you have described.

Eric: Really?

Maddy: Yes! Anything for you Daddy!

Eric: If, and that’s if I agree, I am in control of everything, including you. I say who fucks you, when, with what and for how long. I get no back lip from you. All you’re allowed to say is, “Yes, Master.” Is that understood?

I gulped reading his message, control? Relinquishing my control is what he craves. I can do that for one night and with that will come the demise of him and fucking Shelly.

Eyes widen, I type at the speed of light: Agreed Master.

Eric: Make it happen. When and where?

Maddy: Tonight! I’ll see you then, at the Marriott hotel in Times Square Master.

I can feel the smile spread across his face as it did mine, imagining every extraordinary detail as my plan unfolds in my mind.

Lucas and Trey show up a half an hour before Eric. I explain what the scene will be and how I am still in charge regardless of Eric’s command. They both agree and for this I granted additional payment outside of their Master’s compensation since they are on loan. The things you do for love.

Eric knew to pick up the key downstairs at the desk just as we have before when his cocky face enters the doorway. I stare in awe at him, his frame growing bigger as he towers over me.

Grasping my chin he swipes his thumb across my lips, smearing my lipstick to stain my skin. “You’re going to make it up to me and then you’re going to take my fat dick in your ass and you’re going to beg me for it. Do you understand?”

Recalling his demands, I reply, “Yes Master.”

Huffing a light chuckle, “Good girl. I can get used to this.”

No you won’t!

“I’m going to the bathroom, when I come out I want you on your knees with my drink in your hand waiting for me by the sofa,” he commands with dominance.

“Yes master,” slips past my lips.

Nodding he strolls away introducing himself to the men in the room, dropping his suit jacket on the chair. He stops to have a quick check on his phone, placing it in his suit jacket pocket before shutting the door to the bathroom.

I advise Trey to make the drink while I rummage through his pockets replaceing what I’m searching for, moving at the speed of lightning to complete my task. Once done a devilish smile materializes when I hear the water turn off. I rush to the bedside as Trey hands me his drink returning to Lucas matching his stance.

Eric emerges from the restroom looking like a god evoking an ache to throb in my core. I’ve never loved someone so much. He is what has been missing from my life and I’ll do anything to have him even if that means fucking both of these assholes to keep him.

Approaching me, “Good girl. You can listen.” Grasping the drink from my hand he gulps it down in one swoop. Bending to meet me at eye level he whispers, “Remember, I’m in charge.”

“Yes Master,” I whisper, allowing my hot breath to fan his ear, observing goose bumps to prickle that glorious tattooed skin of his.

Rising to full height, he seats himself on the sofa, relaxing, huffing out a breath. “I want you to crawl to Trey, undo his pants, and rub your face all over his dick.”

Unwilling to muddle things, I revert to our agreement with hesitation, “Yes Master.” Relinquishing control is something I’ve never done before but I need to have him.

I lean forward on all fours making my way to Trey, halting before him, unbuttoning his pants, trailing them down his legs, rubbing my face on his flaccid appendage. Twisting my face back and forth I catch a glimpse of Eric with a sinister smile draped on his lust filled face.

“Grab his cock at the base, lift it up and suck on his balls.”

Again, I do as I’m instructed, “Yes Master.”

“Lucas, stand next to her and let your cock out. She’ll be giving you attention shortly.”

I guzzle Trey’s balls, licking the entirety of it like a thirsty porn star audition for my biggest role. Lucas towers over me, cock in hand, stroking, as he watches my lips devour the hanging flesh from below Treys base.

“Now, suck his dick, grab Lucas’ dick and work it with your hand,” rising from his throne, he prepares another drink.

Obeying his every command, “Yes Master.” Eric’s throat rumbles in approval causing my core to throb.

I suck on Trey’s length like it’s a lollipop, licking, savoring his increasing member, gulping up every inch of it while corkscrewing Lucas’s shaft.

“Now suck both of their dicks, switching between them,” Eric swigs his drink, never breaking eye contact with my act of fornication.

“Yes Master,” I switch between the two, enjoying the spectacle I’m making of myself just to get the forgiveness of the man I love. This is the best form of apology... pleasure. Pleasure through surrender, unbridled obedience.

Both the men groan in satisfaction, switching from length to balls to length again. Gobbling them up, enjoying every second of it, chills seep through my veins causing pleasure spikes to tingle my yearning flesh.

“Maddy, now crawl to me,” Eric rises to full height, unbuckling his pants allowing them to pool at his feet before tossing them to the side, perching on the edge of the seat, spreading his legs, allowing his shaft to hang triggering my salivation. Making my way between his legs.

“Stop, open your mouth,” he demands.

“Yes Master,” my lips part.

“Stick out your tongue,” I do as commanded. His thumb massages my tongue, “Mmm, so wet and warm. Now suck.”

With pleasure, lick and suck his thumb. Wild and untamed I crave his length to choke me. As if reading my salacious mind, he removes his thumb, stroking his member in front of my face. Adam’s apple bobs in salacious desires to have it in my throat.

“Swallow my dick Maddy. All of it and don’t stop until I tell you to,” hooded dark eyes mandate my obedience.

I consume him just as directed, crown striking the back of my throat, holding him there, allowing the tears to overflow before I release him, gasping for air.

“FUCK! Just how I like it,” his eyes roll upward while his head drops back.

“Yes Master.”

Fisting my hair on each side of my head he lunges in and out of my mouth, pulling me back staring at my plum lips. “FUCK Maddy.” He dives right back in with quick strokes triggering my gag reflex.

Face fucking erratic and rough, anything to remain in his good graces. Eric steps back sitting on the edge, positioning his hips so his length is pointing at me. “Lucas, get behind her. I want you to grab a hold of her hips, stick you dick into that wet pussy of hers, and fuck her so hard that she swallows my cock to the base. I want to hear her gag with every fucking thrust.”

Eric directs his attention towards me, “Get on all fours Maddy, open your mouth wide.”

Lucas positioned himself behind me, spreading my legs with his knee, lining himself up, diving into action causing my mouth to swallow Eric in one quick swoop, gagging as he choked me with his member.

One thrust after another, the continuous gags cause a bit of uncomfortability but I’m prepared to do anything to win him back.

Gasping for air between each lunge I’m rendered breathless with a slight hope of reprieve when Eric finally speaks.

“Fuck, it feels so fucking good.” He allowed the delicious pounding to proceed for several more thrusts before he spoke again, “Stop! Trey on the sofa. Maddy, sink that wet pussy of yours on him. Ride that dick like your fucking life depends on it,” Eric directs our actions while stroking his enlarged member up and down.

Switching positions, I lower myself on Trey, moaning in gratification. “Lucas on the sofa, fuck her face while she gets stuffed,” he barks out orders like a captain on a ship

Lucas’ dick replaces its way to my mouth filling both holes uncontrollably. Trey’s hands get a firm handle on my waist guiding my movements when Eric’s hand reddens my ample rump one smack after another.

Grumbles release from my throat with each connection of Eric’s hand.

“That’s right Maddy, let me hear every satisfied cry wailing from your throat,” his voice a low growl. Trey’s hands guide my every movement up and down his shaft, gratifying me at every stroke.

“Switch, Lucas on the sofa, Trey her mouth, but before you lower yourself Maddy, hold yourself up,” Eric’s voice, possessive and authoritarian.

“Yes Master,” unwilling to view over my shoulder, I await his next movement. His warm, wet tongue travels the crevice of my backside, arching, I relish the contact.

“This ass of yours has been my dream Maddy and now it’s finally going to be mine,” he places kiss after kiss on each cheek, rolling his face on my pink flesh

“Yes Master,” I whisper in exhilaration.

“FUCK! Keep talking like that. Tell me how much you crave this dick.”

“I want your hard cock in my ass Master. I want to feel your length spreading my tight little asshole to please your wildest desire.”

His tongue storms my entrance in unhinged patterns when his finger enters.

“Oh!” I’m surprised by the sensation, pulling away when Eric clasps on my waist rearing my rump towards him.

“You know my cock is bigger than that, you better prepare yourself because it’s about to replace its way inside you.”

Biting my lower lip I mentally prepare for the pain. But it’s worth it... for him. Extracting his finger the pressure builds as his head pushes in.

“Oh my god!”

“That’s right baby, scream out for me. Tell me how it feels.”

“Fuck Eric!” He shoves in more and more, filling me, grasping my hips holding me in place. Fuck this shit hurts so much and he’s so fucking big.

“Tell me how much you want it Maddy,” his lips near my ear.

“I want it. I want all of it. I want all of you. I crave you so bad Eric!”

With those words he shoves all the way into the hilt causing me to gasp at the pain. Holy fuck! This hurts like hell. Holding steady, he inquires, “You ready?”

Delaying for a moment to catch my breath, “Yes Master,” I gasp.

He strokes my hole at a steady pace, pushing my back towards Lucas, shoving my supple breasts in his face to replace my nipples to taunt and tease with his deft tongue, circling my bundle of nerves. Wailing in an exotic mix of pleasure and pain.

“Trey shut that mouth up.” His strokes quicken, Trey shoves himself in my mouth, muffling my cries of pleasure when he comes to a halt. “Sit on his dick and ride it while I fuck you in the ass.”

Obeying his command I lower myself on Lucas, crying out with all that I can from all my holes being filled. He meets my hips thrusting up, while Eric works his way in and out of me accompanied by Trey suppresses my cries of pain mixed with pleasure.

All that’s heard are grunts and wails bouncing off the walls along with the sweet sound of skin slapping against each other.

“Fuck yeah Maddy. Take all these dicks like the little slut you are. Show your Master you can please him however the fuck he wants.”

Muffled moans escape my throat when a familiar voice rings in the air.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

All motion ceases when Eric turns around in shock. My eyes land on the redheaded fiancé watching our little demonstration of forgiveness.

“Shelly, it’s not what it looks like.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? It’s exactly what it looks like,” her hand flies in our direction.

“No Shell, I can explain.”

“Explain what? How Maddy tripped and fell on three dicks all at the same time?”

“Shelly please!” Eric storms towards her as I turn around to witness the demolition I created concealing myself in pretend shock. Shelly storms out of the room. Eric follows suit grabbing a blanket from the bed on his way out. I spring from my seat grasping for Eric.

“Eric let her go, it makes no sense to go after her,” I state the obvious.

Shoving me off, “Shut the fuck up Maddy,” He spews in angst.

“Eric?” I plead.

“No Maddy! This was a mistake!” Worry laces his face as lines form on his forehead. Storming out the door, he catches Shelly in the hall.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” I hear before I make it to the doorway.

“Baby, please I can explain.”

“No, there’s no explanation needed.”

“Baby, please,” he petitions for her ear.

“NO!” He voice ricochets off the walls.

Eric reaches for her hand a second time. Shelly pulls away, cocking her hand back pummeling forward, connecting with Eric’s face. Eric’s hand flies towards his stinging face still imploring, “Baby, please just talk to me.”

“No, just why?” She challenges Eric.

“Why? I– I–,” Eric stumbles to respond.

“No! Why did you text me?” Shelly’s eyes slice, lips thin, head moves back and forth.

“I didn’t text you,” Eric states in confusion.

“Yes! You did! If you didn’t want to marry me all you had to do was say so. I didn’t need to witness this,” Shelly’s voice cracks, arms waving in our direction.

“I didn’t text you,” Eric reiterates.

In frustration, she yells at the top of her lungs, “YES! YOU DID!” She opens her phone exposing the message.

Eric: I have a surprise for you. Come to the Marriott Hotel Times Square in an hour. The key will be with the concierge.

Erics mind is blown, “What the fuck? I didn’t send that.”

“Well someone did.”

Eric peers back at me, I remain with the look of shock.

Shelly twists to storm away when Eric leaps for her again to terminate her fleeting feet.

“Get the fuck off me! I fucking hate you!” The racket of slapping echoes in the halls with Shelly’s erratic movements to be released from Eric’s grasp. Tears stream her face while mascara stains her cheeks.

“Baby, please don’t do this,” he beseeches her.

“DON’T DO THIS! DON’T DO THIS! YOU DID THIS YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!,” ripping the emerald ring off her finger, launching it in Eric’s face, her eyes are wild in anger.

“Baby no! Please, I’m begging you. Let’s talk this out,” he urges her compassion.

“Go to hell Eric and take that whore doctor with you,” turning to take her leave, Eric remains in utter disbelief.

He lingers still unsure of what to do when he twists to face me, “You!” Finger pointing at me with death burning in his eyes.

“What about me?”

“You sent her the text,” he storms past me entering the room.

“What? How could I do that?” I question his rationale.

Checking his coat pocket, he retrieves his phone, scrolling through his texts, unearthing the text in question.

“I DIDN’T FUCKING SEND THIS MADDY! WHO THE FUCK ELSE COULD HAVE DONE IT?” His nostrils flare, vein pulsing by his forehead.

I retort with a prepared response, “Your phone is locked. How could I have done it?” I asked matter of factly.

“I don’t fucking know but this,” he waves frantically between us as he grabs his pants from the floor, “is fucking OVER!”

I could hear my heart fracture, “NO! No Eric, it wasn’t me. I swear!” I seek exoneration.

“There’s no one else Maddy.” Storming away from he grasps for his pants.

“NO Eric please baby no,” grasping on his arm, I’m inclined to never let go.

“Get the fuck off me!” He shoves me off of him.

“It’s over! I don’t ever want to see your fucking face again, understand?” Displeasure laced his voice.

Buttoning his shirt he storms out of the room leaving me there in utter pain and disbelief. No! this wasn’t the plan. He was supposed to want me. He was supposed to fall into my arms after she broke his heart. This is all wrong.

“Maddy?” Trey speaks

“Get out!” I spew

“Maddy?”

“GET! OUT!” I toss pillows in their direction in sheer frustration.

Both men dressed in haste, leaving me to ponder. Heaving in position, contemplating my next course of action. You will be mine Eric. One way or another– you’ll be mine. This is not the end!

~~~

Shelly finally found out. 👀

Eric tried to plead for forgiveness.

Maddy, well Maddy is Maddy. What do you think her next move will be?

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