The next target

“A married woman,” Mia says.

Adam’s hands lock on her ass. The words hit him harder than the last thrust. He slams her down onto him, buries himself to the root, and cums with a groan against her mouth. Heat floods her. Pulse after pulse. Mia feels it pack her full and keeps talking through it, grinding on him so none of it spills yet.

“That’s what I want next. Not another single girl with a proud mouth. A wife.”

He stays inside her, twitching, breathing hard. Mia kisses the corner of his jaw and does not get off him.

They end up on the couch on their sides, still joined until he softens and slips out. His load leaks out of her onto his thigh. She throws a leg over him and keeps her hand on his chest.

“Say it again,” he says.

“I want you to fuck a married woman.” Mia’s voice is lazy now, filthy underneath. “Someone who goes home to a husband who doesn’t know how to use her. Someone who sits in restaurants looking polite and thinking about being bent over. I want an unsatisfied one. Not a woman who’s already getting wrecked at home. I want the one who flinches when someone says good sex like it’s theoretical.”

Adam’s cock twitches against her sticky thigh.

“And I don’t just want you to fuck her,” Mia says. “I want her husband to understand what you can give her. I want him in the room. I want him in a chair the way I sit in a chair. I want him to watch your cock go into his wife and realize the sound she makes is not a sound she makes for him.”

She traces a circle on his stomach.

“I want her to arrive in the clothes she wears to be respectable. Wedding ring on. I want him to hear how wet she is for a stranger’s cock. Not a stranger. Mine. My husband’s cock. The one I lend out.”

Adam swallows.

“I want her on all fours facing him,” Mia continues. “So he has to look at her face while you slam into her from behind. I want her to try not to look at him and fail. I want you to make her say his name and then say yours. I want her to apologize to him while she’s cumming on you. I want that apology to be worthless.”

She laughs once, low.

“Or I want him closer. I want him holding her wrists so she can’t cover herself. I want him to be useful. I want him to present his wife’s cunt to you like he’s handing over something he couldn’t handle. I want you to thank him before you push in. Then I don’t want you to look at him again until you pull out and show him the mess.”

Adam’s hand slides between her legs. He doesn’t finger her. He just holds the leak of himself in her.

“I want pictures he isn’t allowed to keep,” Mia says. “I want him to see her mouth on you. I want him to see how wide she gets around you. I want him to understand size and pace and the fact that she begged. I want you to finish in her and leave her on her back with her knees open so he can look at his wife dripping another man. Then I want you to tell him to clean her up. Or tell him he doesn’t get to. I haven’t decided which is crueler.”

She kisses his chest.

“I want her to go home in the same dress and sit at her own table the next night knowing her husband watched her take you. I want him to look at her across the dishes and remember your cock coming out of her. I want her to look at him and remember that I was the one who allowed it. That a wife handed her husband over and made another husband watch.”

Adam is hard again against her hip. Mia notices and smiles.

“I want the hierarchy loud,” she says. “Me above her. You above both of them. Him at the bottom with his cock in his fist. She is not special because she is married. She is useful because she is married. I want the unsatisfied ones. The ones who thought marriage was a lock. I want to show them it is a door I can open.”

She tips her mouth to his ear.

“And I want you to fuck her like you fucked Remy after the lesson died. No kindness. No technique speech. Just that thick cock in a woman who belongs to someone else, while that someone else learns what you can give her and what he never did.”

The room is quiet except for their breathing.

Adam looks at her. His voice is rough.

“How do we go about this?”