Yes

“You did well,” Adam says.

He smiles. Lana smiles back, small and pleased.

He takes the glasses off her face. Sets them on the nightstand. The recording is in them. Mia is somewhere over an ocean, waiting for that file.

“I hope she enjoys it,” he says.

“She will,” Lana says. “I enjoyed it live. She gets my eyes. I got the room.”

Adam looks at her. Kyler is asleep on the rug, leaking, forgotten for a minute.

“Did you? Really?”

“More than I expected.”

She settles on her side, facing him, voice low and filthy now that the camera is off.

“I liked telling her she hadn’t earned your cock. I liked feeding it to her. My husband’s cock, and I was the one who put it in her mouth. I liked the worship. The spit. The way she kissed the head like it might get her fucked faster. It didn’t. I decided. I liked making her beg and then making her strip anyway. Lap dance. Her cunt rubbing on you while I sat there and talked. I felt like the wife. Not a guest. The one in control.”

Adam lets her keep going.

“I liked throwing her on the couch and watching you ram in. One stroke. She screamed. I counted the orgasms. Seven. I liked saying the numbers. I liked her ass up, your cock disappearing, the wet sound. I liked pulling her hair so she had to look while you used her. I liked how her cunt gaped when you pulled out. She didn’t know how to close it. She asked for it back and I made her crawl. That was the part I didn’t expect to love. Dragging her. A girl I found at the gym, on her knees, because I said so.”

She breathes out.

“In the bedroom I liked running her throat on your cock. I liked stopping you before you came in her mouth so I could flip her and spread her and just look at you. You knew. You got on her and ruined her. Prone. Deep. She came again and again and I held her head up and told her what she was. A toy. A cunt. Something I brought for my husband to use. When you came in her I liked that too. The groan. The way she just took the load. Then the cleaning. She almost passed out on your cock and I slapped her awake and put her on the rug. That’s the part that felt like the job. She doesn’t get the bed. I do.”

Lana looks at him.

“I liked dominating her. I liked letting you use her body and knowing I controlled it. Mouth. Cunt. I liked being your wife for the night more than I liked the idea of being the one under you. I didn’t think that would be true. It was.”

“You did a good job.”

Lana smiles again. She starts to turn, to settle, to sleep.

“I’m going to sleep,” she says. “She’s out. The video’s there. I—”

“No,” Adam says. “You’re not sleeping yet.”