Contemplative

MJ took her seat in the limo, behind the scary driver. She was finally clothed but only in the outfit she had worn to the masquerade party. It had been cleaned but it was still odd to be wearing such a seductive outfit during the day in front of a man she didn't know.

"I'm a big fan you know." The grey skinned man said as she saw him adjust the rearview mirror down to look at her legs.

Ignoring his comment, MJ pulled her phone out and tried to send a text, only to find out she had no service.

"Kingpin's order, no contact until you are back home." The man said as he pulled his car from the underground parking area. "I do follow his orders, so no pleading."

"Fine, just get me home then." MJ said as she looked out the tinted window at the streets of New York. "Do you know if Peter is home?"

"He is still in jail, sadly. Why you need some comfort?" The grey skinned man said as he stopped the car at the light and turned around to eye fuck the model, "Lonnie here will make sure you are nice and safe."

"No thanks, I just want to go home and lay down." MJ said with a shudder. She was still having trouble fully closing her mouth to make sentences. Her neck still unconsciously bobbing, though it was down to about an inch of back and forth movement.

"OK then." The man said before turning around and muttering to himself, "I'll make sure you lay down on your back at your house."

Pulling out through the traffic, MJ kept her eyes open as she saw sites she hadn't seen in two weeks. The neighborhood of the apartment she shared with Peter. This may be the last time she made the trip to this location. With a sad smile she thought of Nick and how she nearly dropped him for Mr. Fisk. She needed time alone, time to figure out what she truly wanted.

She still felt love for Peter, but it was a love closer to friendship as it had no lust involved. She could go the rest of her life without having sex with him again. She hoped they could remain friends, but she doubted that, if he couldn't accept her fucking other guys. Thinking about it, she felt it likely her marriage was over. She would try once to convince him though.

Fisk, scared the bejesus out of her but also held the dominance that nearly tamed her. His cock was otherworldly and if she had let it in her snatch, she wondered if she would have become his. She doubted it, his cock was amazing, his dominance outstanding, but his demeanour held no warmth. She merely feared him.

Nick and Craig were both better versions of Fisk and Peter respectively. She didn't fear Nick and his cock was nearly as good as Fisk's. Craig just plain had a better cock than Peter and wasn't off during the nights risking his life to help strangers.

With a sigh, MJ lamented that Peter didn't have either of those three men's appendages. The sound of the door opening broke MJ's thoughts and she pushed off her seat to exit the limo, only to come face to face with a hideous grey cock.