"OMG, Tay, you're one of a kind, you know that?” Roger panted, his hands fisted in her hair, guiding her along his shaft. “Your mouth is fucking magical, baby.” He threw his head back with a groan, hips lifting. Ass clenched. Cock twitching.

She didn’t let up. Couldn’t stop. Tayla wanted his cum in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his shaft as she dragged him from her lips, licking his slit to draw his spicy goodness into her mouth.

“Only for you, lover.” She licked his balls before sucking them, one at a time, into her mouth. “You’re the only one for me, baby.”

“Oh yeah, lover, I know.” Roger rolled his hips, settling himself back in her mouth, her teeth grazing the satin hardness of his cock. “Just like I’m all yours, baby. All yours.”

He closed his eyes, missing the hard, calculating look in hers. She blinked, and it disappeared, replaced by a love so great she would do anything to preserve it.

Anything to keep him with her.

She hummed in delight. He groaned in ecstasy. Her hand slipped down her body, pinching her nipples before caressing their way down to her pussy. She grabbed herself, squeezing her bare mound. One finger dipped between her lips, rubbing her clit, then running through her slick pussy to her opening.

Her tongue soothed the burn of her teeth on his length. He shuddered at her touch, cock twitching as his balls pulled tight to his body.

Tay pushed two fingers into her cunt, pumping them slowly in and out as her hips rocked with the rhythm. She pulled him into her mouth one more time, deep throating him until she swallowed the head of his cock, sending a stream of pre-cum down her throat.

With a contented groan, she popped him out of her mouth, biting her lip and sending him a naughty grin.

“Feeling adventurous, Rog?” She reached for her bag, pulling a strawberry-shaped glass plug and a long, thin black bag from the side pocket.

“May I?” She holds up the butt plug with a grin,

Roger always found butt play interesting, but his Tayla made it fun, too. No way he’d refuse that action.

“Fucken-A, baby.” He laid back on the bed, pulling his knees to his chest and exposing his puckered entrance. “Go for it.” She pumped the plug into her pussy a few times, coating it in her juices, and slowly pushed it into her lover’s ass. Once it sat comfortably between his taut ass cheeks, she sat back on her haunches and smirked at him.

“Now, Roger, there’s something you need to remember. Okay?” Confused, he looked into her eyes and swallowed hard. “You cannot, under any circumstances, clench down on that plug. Got it?”

“Yes. Got it.” He nodded, licking his lips and watching her finger run down the soaked seam of her cunt. “Why not, though?”

Tayla adjusts her position. Feet flat on the bed. Knees bent. One hand behind her for support. Head cocked, she smiled at the man who stole her heart her first day of college.

She leans forward, her free hand cupping Roger’s cheek, thumb brushing over his lower lip. Apprehensive, the love he thought he saw in her eyes soothed the anxiety welling up in him.

“Well, lover,” she leaned over, lips a hair from his, “if you cum or clench those tight buns of yours, that fragile butt plug will shatter in your ass. Glass shards will spread throughout your bowels, causing untold internal damage.” She placed a gentle kiss on his mouth, biting his bottom lip. “Now remember… don’t cum. You don’t want to clench up.”

A fiendish presence lurked behind the sexy gleam in her eye. His gut told him to be wary of her mile-wide mean streak.

She leaned back, patted him on the shoulder, and put her hand back on her pussy. One finger tracing her clit, rubbing it and pinching it. Her knees fell to the bed, and she sat, splayed, before him.

Tayla watched his face. And his cock. Corners of her mouth curved up when she saw his eyes widen, turning into a full-blown grin when his cock began bobbing in his lap.

“You like that, lover?” She ran her fingers down the length of her seam as she played with her cunt. Playfully, she reached over to swipe pre-cum from the tip of his stiffening cock.

“That’s dirty pool, baby.” Roger fought his body’s inclination to rock into her touch. “How can I keep from cumming if you do that?”

She slurped her finger clean, continuing to pump his length. Her pussy flooded with arousal as he thickened in her hand. Slow, sure strokes edged him closer to release.

“Oh, baby,” she licked her lips and gave him a salacious grin, “I love it when you cum for me. And you love it when I take you to the edge and back. It’s all good.”

Hand still pumping his shaft, thumb pressed hard against her little button, Tayla threw her head back with a groan and dipped two fingers into her channel. Curled up, thick like a little cock, her fingers dove in and out of her drenched hole. Faster and faster, with her thumb matching the frantic rhythm as her hips thrust up into her hand.

“Don’t worry, Roger baby, you can do it. You have more self-control than that.” Her eyes narrowed at him, calculating and cold before innocence pushed it aside. “You’d never let temptation take you from me, would you?”

Roger swallowed his dread back, choosing to trust her and her love for him. He wished he shared her faith in his self-control.

Fingers still curled around his cock, her strokes still slow and steady. She pulled him along with her. Roger pushed his hands into the mattress, lifting his ass off the deep blue silk sheet. Eyes squeezed shut, he willed himself to keep it together.

“Tay… baby… please.” His Adam’s apple bobbed with the effort to keep from blowing his load. “Please stop. I can’t take much more.” She didn’t let up. He begged her, “Please, baby. Please stop,” desperate for release or relief from the orgasm building in his sack. His balls hardened, drawing up tight against his body. Roger reached over, stilling Tayla’s movements.

He was nervous. His bodily control was slipping.

“Please, Tay.” Some may have doubted her, but he knew she was capable of what she says would happen with the glass butt plug. Hoarse with the effort of keeping himself in check, Roger’s eyes pleaded with her. Begging for redemption.

Pulling her drenched digits from her cunt, she removed his hand before slipping her fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes at her sweet scent, tongue lapping at her juices. Groan of delight at her cinnamon-lemon taste overwhelmed him.

She stroked him. Renewed vigour and passion pushing him over the edge. He couldn’t fight it any longer. Trust in her and her love for him gave him the push to let go.

“Ugh-unh!” Cum burst from his cock, coating his belly and her hands with his seed. He squeezed his eyes shut, head back, and cried out his pleasure as he clenched his entire body, bracing for the longest orgasm of his life.

Eyes flying open, a strangled cry of despair echoed around the room as the glass plug shattered inside his body. Shards flew around his bowels, embedding themselves into the soft, internal tissue. Roger turned to the woman he loved. One thing preyed on his mind.

“You were serious?” He whispered, hoping he was wrong.

“Are you okay, lover?” Her cackle sent shivers of dread down his spine. “Do you notice that? That cold is liquid nitrogen spilling from the shattered glass.”

Roger understood the consequences of liquid nitrogen, but he still wondered why she would do this to him. Hurt at her betrayal, he croaked out the question, waiting to hear her reasons.

“I don’t understand… why?!?”

She didn’t say a word, reached into her bag and pulled out a handful of photos. Small, black and white, clear as day, photos.

Of him. With her mother. Her cousin, Len. And with her twin aunts, Bekki and LuLu.

In lots of compromising positions.

Lips dry, Roger looked up at her, mouth flapping open like a fish in the bottom of a dinghy. No words would make it better.

“Nothing else matters, does it, lover?” Hand still on his softening cock, Tayla stroked him, loving and gentle. “You’ll join them soon enough.”

Her maniacal laugh washed over him as he closed eyes, resigned to his fate. As he lay there, feeling an iciness fill his belly, he knew he’d never met anyone quite like Tayla before.

And he wished he never had.

“You’re a real piece of fucking work, aren’t you darling?” Sarcastic and bitter, the tone cut through me faster than her words could. “Tuesday night. Fantastic night with the disappointment of my life, right, darling? After all, you were there.”

Eyes flashing, fists clenched at her side, she postured herself threateningly towards me. She leaned in, giving me the chance to back up in self-defence. I didn’t back up.

This slip of a woman didn’t scare me. Not like this. Whatever hold she held over me was distracting, worrisome, but not frightening.

“So… how WAS your dinner meeting last night, anyway?” Hands on her hips, I wasn’t sure what, exactly, she was accusing me of having done. There were a few different options.

“Went fine, actually. Thanks for asking.” Shrewishly analyzing her, I asked what she least expected. “I can fill you in on my hook-up after the meeting, too. If you’re that hard up for spank bank material.”

Her head whipped backwards in astonishment, wild eyes staring out of her pale, shocked face.

“That’s what you really want, isn’t it, darling?”

One foot in front of the other, I advanced on her.

“She was an excellent investment, too.”

For every step I marched forward, she retreated one backward. Until her shoulders hit the wall, forcing her still as I stopped inches from her.

“Well worth the hotel suite our company sprung for. Not to mention the gifts and room service WE lavished on her.” My nearly-ex-wife hated that we are still business partners. We each refused to buy the other out, so business partners we remain.

If looks could kill, I would have been dead. This was getting good.

“Expensed everything, as usual, my dear husband?” Her voice wavered as she tried to play my game. “Typical. I hope she really was worth it.”

I ground my hips into hers. She bit her lip to keep from screaming my name in ecstasy.

“Goodness knows she didn’t look like much.” Her breath caught in her throat as she worked at getting the insult out. “All hairspray and boob job.”

Hands beside her head, I caged her in and leaned in close. Mouth grazing her ear, I whispered into it.

“Like that’s not all you are anymore, sweet cheeks.” Then I kissed her.

Hard. Furious. My tongue demanding entry into the sweetest thing ever. Okay, I’ve tasted every inch of her. Her mouth was the second sweetest tasting thing I’d ever eaten.

And I know me eating the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted was all she was thinking about. It drove everything out of my mind, too.

Slender, trembling arms snaked around my neck, pulling me as close as she could. She mewled in delight, my tongue slipping in between her gasps of arousal. We devoured one another for a moment, lost in the desire of our youth.

Reality crashed, and hard, when my office door flung open and someone shrieked.

“Randolph! What do you think you’re doing?” One four-inch-heeled purple Jimmy Choo-clad foot stomped on the luscious carpet, the beginning of a spoiled child’s tantrum. “You should be settling the terms of your divorce, not determining who still has their tonsils.”

Foreheads leaning against each other, I stared into my estranged wife’s eyes. In that moment, it was easy to remember why I’d fallen in love with her. Why we’d gotten married and what brought us to this point in time.

I remembered it all. That wasn’t necessarily a good thing. It would be nice to forget some of it so we could at least attempt to live our lives together.

So much history. Too many problems. Lots of arguments and pushing-pulling to gain control of a relationship doomed from the start.

When we’d first met, she could’ve convinced me to do anything, no matter how outlandish or outside my comfort zone it was. And she usually did, too.

Until this. This changed nothing, and it was better she know that sooner rather than later.

My fingertips tickled her thigh, slipping under the hem of her skirt and northward, skimming the damp silk covering her hot, moist centre. Time for me to assert my dominance and control of the situation.

“You know, sweet cheeks, the divorce is still going through. This changes nothing.” My lips grazed her cheek before lightly nipping her bottom lip, leaving us both breathless. “I didn’t mean this to go further than it has. We’ve never been good for one another, but the sex… oh, the sex has been fantastic.”

I pulled the soaked fabric aside, slipping my fingers in for a sweet treat. An outraged roar and stomping of feet across the office confirmed I wasn’t as subtle as I thought I was being.

Okay, I never thought I was being subtle. But I thought I’d hidden my actions better. Apparently not.

Amber. My wife. Only woman I’d ever love. The only one I could never live with.

My fingers walked through her depths as she looked at me in disbelief. Her body loved what I was doing to her, even if her mind didn’t. Goodness knows I was having the time of my life. Her mouth told a different story. A much different story.

“You bastard!” She hissed at me as her body convulsed with her release and her hand slapped my face. “If you think I’ll be paying that back in kind, you’re sorely mistaken.” She pulled her face into a mask of indignation, barely covering her desire for me, and tugged her dress down.

Head raised, mustering as much dignity as she could, Amber assessed me with a seductive grin. One red-nailed finger touched my lips, tracing a path down my chest to my belt buckle. Cupping me in her hand, squeezing just enough to let me know she was the dominant one now, she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine.

“Never forget, darling husband, just who wears the thigh-high black leather high-heeled boots in this family.” With a chuckle, she stepped back and turned to Fiona, my evil-eye-giving slut of the week. Eyes wide and innocent-looking, my soon-to-be-ex-wife smiled sweetly and crooned, “He’s all yours, honey buns. Hope you can handle him.”

She turned in the doorway to give me one last, longing look.

“Don’t worry, Randy old boy, I’ll be back for more… negotiations… later this week. Make sure you bring your big boy toys. And fresh batteries. You’re going to need them.”

Her full-throated laugh carried her all the way to the elevator. The sound washed over me, reminding me just how much fun it was to play these games with her. My eyes flickered to Fiona. Too easy to read, easier to manipulate. Quick to react. Bored me with the banality of our relationship.

I would continue to play these games with Amber, and she with me. I looked forward to those games, embraced them with every fibre of my being. Amber and I loved nothing better than playing with one another. We were good at it, too.

Fiona, ass swinging seductively, made her way to my side and wrapped herself around me, laying a claim on me she didn’t have. One arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close as I looked into her eyes.

One thought ran through my mind. It made me appreciate everything my almost-ex-wife was, and I missed her in my life before I’d evicted her from it. Fiona smiled, thinking the loving look in my eyes was for her.