A broken Melissa

Mia turned toward him on the bed. Her hand stayed on his thigh.

“I want you to fuck her senseless,” she said. “For the next two days. I want you to use her until she stops thinking. Until the only thing she knows how to do is take your cock. I want her on her knees, on her back, on all fours, whatever you want, as many times as you want. I want her cunt so used she can’t close her legs without feeling you. I want her throat raw. I want her so fucked out she forgets how to say no. I want her to be nothing but a hole we use. Like a Fleshlight. Something we pick up when we want it and put down when we’re done.”

Adam listened. His hand moved higher on her thigh.

“When we’re finished with her,” Mia continued, “she shouldn’t be able to think straight. She shouldn’t be able to look at either of us without remembering what you did to her. I want her to be our slut. Not someone who gets to decide. Not someone who gets to insult me and walk away. Ours. We use her when we want. We leave her when we want. And she takes it because that’s all she is now.”

Adam was quiet for a moment. Then he nodded.

“We can do better than two days,” he said. “We tell her to move in. Here. With us. She keeps the house clean. She cooks. She does the laundry. She maintains everything. A live-in maid. And when we want her, we use her. No driving over. No waiting. She’s already here. On her knees in the kitchen. Bent over the couch. In our bed if we feel like it. Easier. Cleaner. She doesn’t get to go home and pretend it didn’t happen.”

Mia’s fingers tightened on his thigh.

“Yes.”

“She’ll say no at first,” Adam said. “She’ll cry. She’ll beg. Doesn’t matter. We already showed her what happens when she talks. We show her again. We fuck her until she agrees. And then she packs a bag and comes here. And she stays.”

Mia leaned in and kissed him. Slow. When she pulled back, she was smiling.

“We go tonight,” she said. “After work. We don’t text her. We just show up. We start. Two days of using her until she can’t think. And then we tell her she’s moving in. She doesn’t get a choice. She already lost that.”

Adam’s hand slid under her skirt. She was still wet.

Mia moaned and stood up. Adam stood with her. They showered. They dressed. Mia put on work clothes over bare skin. Adam did the same. They ate standing up in the kitchen. Neither of them mentioned Melissa’s name again until they were at the door.

“Tonight,” Mia said.

“Tonight,” Adam answered.