The Price of His Vice

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I knew I was in deep shit the moment I heard Megan's footsteps getting louder. The pace and volume just screamed something was wrong. She stormed into the living room with my laptop clutched in her hands.

Her straight blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, shimmering under the soft lights like some furious angel, and her blue eyes, usually so damn gorgeous, burned with a rage and quiet intensity that made my stomach turn over.

I was in trouble for sure.

Our female led relationship had been going pretty well considering. Sure I'd fuck up occasionally and get some harsh punishments, but it was going pretty well.

Apart from one thing.... My porn addiction. Megan hated it.

I'd tried to keep it from her but it didn't seem to be working. I'd been harshly spanked more than once for it, and I feared I'd been caught again.

I'd been careless,... again,... left a tab open from last night's dive into porn. Our relationship had strict rules, and I'd just smashed through the biggest one: my desires were hers, not some screen goddess.

What the hell was I thinking,

"Porn again, Mark?" Her voice cut through the silence and there was a heavy dose of contempt, "You're pathetic.". This wasn't an act, she was genuinely annoyed.

I opened my mouth to mumble an excuse, "Megan, I didn't mean to.....," but she shut me down, slamming the laptop onto the coffee table so hard I jumped.

I'd been warned and was thoroughly caught, there was nothing I could say.

My cheeks flushed, shame tangling with this dumb streak of defiance. I couldn't help it, porn had its claws in me even after I'd promised her I'd do everything to curb it. A cheap thrill sometimes and now I was paying the price.

She grabbed her phone from her pocket, fingers flying across the screen. "I'm done with this," she snapped, not even glancing my way. "You're going to learn what happens when you disrespect me."

"I warned you, didn't I?"

... and she had, she kept it cryptic but threatened me last time was the last straw, more serious measures would be needed in future.

And now the future was here,

"Who are you texting?" My voice trembled, though I already thought I knew the answer. My gut twisted, dread and a messed-up thrill churning together.

"Derek," she said, her lips curling into a smirk as she hit send. "He's on his way soon I'm sure. He's a guy at work who fancies the panties off me. You'll see what I deserve, since you're too busy jerking off to give it to me."

Derek. A guy at work?. This was clearly something she was planning for some time, just waiting for me to fuck up, and I'd walked right into it.

I'd never seen him. She's mentioned him in casual conversations about her work, but I had no picture in my head.

Now he was driving over, and I was about to get an eyeful. My heart thudded, part of me furious at her for this, part of me, God forgive me, curious as hell.

Megan didn't wait around.

She grabbed my ear, nails digging in deep into my earlobe, and hauled me up from the couch.

"Ow, shit, Megan!" I yelped, stumbling as she dragged me out of the room, then upstairs into the bedroom. The pain stung, but she didn't care.

She was always tougher than she looked, and in our FLR, she called the shots. I'd signed up for it, agreed to let her lead, but this felt like a whole new level.

"Shut up and be quiet" she hissed, shoving me into the bedroom.

She kicked a chair into place, a solid wooden thing, positioning it to face our king-sized bed, She briefly paused to consider angles, then pushed me down into it. "You're going to watch every second of this, since you love staring at screens so much - Now, don't fucking move"

Before I could argue, she snatched a coil of rope from the dresser.

She moved quickly, almost like she'd rehearsed it, looping the rope around my wrists and tying them to the chair arms.

Her fingers were rough, pulling the knots tight until they pinched my skin.

Then she bound my ankles, locking me in place so I couldn't budge. I was stuck, helpless even, staring straight at the bed, and she stepped back, hands on her hips, eyeing me like a hunter with her catch.

"Comfortable?" she mocked, her voice thick with mock concern. "Good. You're not moving until I say so."

I glared at her, frustration bubbling up. "Please, Megan, don't," I pleaded, my voice cracking, but it sounded weak even to me, and she just laughed.

Clearly she was pissed.

"Oh, I will, I really really will" she said, leaning in more closely so her face hovered nearer mine.

Her perfume drifted over me, sweet, elegant, and dizzying. I hated how it made my cocl stir despite the mess I was in. "You broke my rules, Mark. My house, my body, my game. You're going to learn if it's the last thing I do"

The doorbell rang, breaking the tension, and my breath paused. She straightened up, smoothing her dress, a tight black number that clung to her curves, and flashed me a wicked grin. "Showtime."

Ughhhhhh........

She strutted out, like a cat about to get cream, hips swaying, and I sat there, ropes biting into me, my mind spinning. I was pissed, humiliated beyond belief, but there was this undercurrent, this twisted excitement I couldn't shake.

What was wrong with me?

I heard the front door creak open, then low voices,

The murmured voices were friendly, affable. I was straining to hear a single word but couldn't. My breathing was belabored, desperately trying to work things out.

The voices quietened down and I heard them move to the kitchen, there was amusement and laughter in the tones. These two were friendly, that's for sure. I swear I heard some wine glasses being clinked together.

Megan's all too common flirty laugh mixing with a deeper rumble that had to be Derek. The banter died down and I heard the beginnings of movement, a change in temperament after about 15 minutes.

Footsteps on the stairs grew louder, and my chest tightened. They reached the top and they were unmistakably coming towards the bedroom.

He walked in first, all six-foot-something of him, broad shoulders filling the doorway, dark hair messy like he'd just rolled out of bed. He smirked at me, tied up like some chump, and I wanted to deck him.

He looked at me all trussed up with a quiet amusement but said nothing.

Then she stepped in behind him, and my jaw clenched, she looked relaxed and confident, ready for action.

She didn't waste a second, there was no pause to look at me.

She pressed herself against him, hands sliding up his chest as she kissed him hard, he kissed her right back, right there in front of me. Their tongues clashed, loud and wet, and I squirmed, the ropes holding me tight.

His hands glided down the small of her back to her ass, giving her cheeks a light playful squeeze as they kissed. She moaned softly and flung her arms around his neck to steady herself.

She then pulled back slowly, grinning, and in one swift motion, yanked her top off in one fluid move. Her tits spilled out, full, round, perfect, and his hands were on them instantly, big palms cupping them, squeezing them like he owned her.

He was holding her, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

She turned her head, locking eyes with me while her breasts were being fondled "Is this what you were hoping for?" she purred, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "Watching some guy grope me like in your nasty videos? Too bad it's not you."

Mocking me was working.

My face was flushed, heat rushing everywhere, and I couldn't find words. She laughed again, a small giggle, leaning into his touch as his thumbs brushed her nipples lightly stroking them, making them perk up.

"Honey," she said, looking me straight in the face. "He's going to fuck me. You just get to watch."

Then she dropped to her knees, but feet in front of me, right in front of him, and unzipped his jeans with a slow, teasing tug. His cock sprang out, thick, veiny, way bigger than mine, and my gut knotted.

She wrapped her lips around it, semi hard, taking him deep, her head bobbing as she sucked him off. The sounds hit me hard, wet, sloppy, her moans echoing in the room. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't.

He was moaning, as she expertly sucked his length, his cock stiffening with every passing moment.

She was too good, and my pants tightened, my frustration spiking with every slurp.

She slowly licked the shaft and then pulled back for a moment, spit shining on her lips, and smirked at me. "

"This is what a real man gets. Not a sad little addict like you. You get to watch and dream about what could have been, I can't wait till this is inside me"

He groaned, his hand tangling in her blonde hair, guiding her back down. "Keep going, baby," he rumbled, loud enough to sting. "You're too good for him, I need to come over more often.

She went harder, gagging herself on him, and I sat there, tied up and useless, my cock straining against my jeans. I hated her for this, hated him, but damn it, it was hot, and I hated myself more for feeling it.

Finally, he pulled her up, almost certainly before he shot his load, kissing her rough and deep.

"My turn," he growled, and she giggled, stripping off the rest of her clothes a little too fast for my liking.

Her body was unreal, even in the arms of another, tanned, toned, every curve screaming sex, and she climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. He knelt between them, burying his face in her pussy, and she gasped, her head falling back into the duvet.

"Oh, fuck, yes," she moaned, loud and wild. His tongue worked her, licking, sucking, plunging, and I could hear every wet sound. She looked at me, panting, her eyes glinting with pleasure. "See how he worships me? I need to invite Derek over more often, he licks pussy so well."

For what felt like fifteen minutes, he kept at it, his head buried between her thighs, tongue relentless on her clit, she was clearly building towards an orgasm.

She writhed on the bed, her body twisting and bucking, soft whimpers turning into throaty moans that filled the room.

Her back arched high, pushing her tits up, and both her hands gripped his head, fingers digging into his hair, holding him right where she wanted him.

"Don't stop" she moaned

I couldn't look away, transfixed by the way she moved, the sounds she made, a mix of gasps and cries that made my skin prickle. Her pleasure built slow, then fast, her hips grinding harder, and I sat there, ropes cutting into me, caught between frustration and this sick fascination.

Her hips bucked, grinding against his face, and he held her firm, as we both knew what was coming.....and then it hit her.

She shuddered hard, her whole body trembling as she cried out,

"Oh God, yes! YES"

Her thighs clamped around his head, shaking, her back arching as she came, a raw, shuddering avalanche of pleasure. It was intense, gorgeous, and I squirmed, the ropes cutting into me, my pride stinging as her screams filled the air.

Then it got worse.

He stood, wiping his mouth with a grin, and flipped her onto her knees moving around the bed. She faced me now, on all fours, hands braced on the bed, her tits hanging heavy and full.

He lined up behind her, his cock slick and ready, and slammed into her with one fierce thrust.

She cried out, her body jolting, and her tits bounced hard, up and down, hypnotic with every smack of his hips against her ass. Megan's eyes were rolling as pound away behind her.

"Look at you," she mockrf, her voice shaky but stern as he pounded her. "Useless little porn addict. You'll never fuck me like this."

I glared at her, a frustrated fury roaring in my chest, but I couldn't deny it, the sight of her, tits swinging, face twisted in pleasure, was driving me nuts. He gripped her hips, fucking her harder, and she kept going, her words slicing through me

"See how he fills me? You're nothing. A fucking joke."

She dropped her head, then onto her elbows as Derek continued to slam into her "Oh god, oh god, this is so good"

He slammed into her again and again, shoving her forward with every thrust, her eyes lit up like pure ecstasy was coursing through her.

Finally Derek slowed his rhythm, and pulled out of her, "Let's go cowgirl, baby"

They then shifted, she climbed on top, straddling him, still facing me. Her tits bounced wilder now, slapping together manouvered, sinking onto him before she started to ride him, her pussy swallowing his cock with every thrust. "You wanted to watch?" she taunted, laughing through her moans.

"Enjoy it, loser."

His hands grabbed her ass, slamming her down harder, and she threw her head back, gasping.

She rode him good and hard for well over 5 minutes, slamming down on him with those all too familiar sounds, before she sank onto him, and started grinding, her hips rocking forward and backward, now totally lost in what she was doing.

Then he flipped her again, pinning her on her back, hooking her legs over his shoulders. He entered her accompanied by a pleasurable moan. She was still facing me, her tits jiggling with every savage thrust, and she stared me down, relentlessly.

"This is a real man. You're just a sad little boy who can't keep his hands off himself. I NEED this cock more often"

I was losing it, shame, and this fucked-up arousal crashing together.

Her body shook, sweat beading on her skin, and catching breaths in rasps, and I knew she was coming again. He didn't slow down, driving into her like a beast, and she arched back, her tits thrusting out, nipples hard as stones.

"Oh God, yes!" she screamed, and her second orgasm hit like a thunderbolt.

Her face twisted, eyes rolling back, mouth wide as she gasped and shrieked,

"Fuck, yes!" Her whole body convulsed, trembling in waves, her pussy clenching around him as she came undone.

Sweat gleamed on her skin, her tits heaving, and she looked like a goddamn goddess, raw, powerful, untouchable. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, and I hated how much I ached to be the one having made her do this.

He groaned shortly afterwards, finishing inside her, and he collapsed on top of her, panting, a trembling heap of satisfaction.

I sat there, bound and throbbing, my jeans soaked with precum, my head spinning. The room fell silent to breathing and recovery.

He rolled off her, still glowing, and she rolled over and crawled over to me, before perching on the bed and then straddling my lap. Her wet pussy pressed against my crotch, teasing me through the fabric, and I groaned despite myself.

She flung her arms around my neck, her whole body was sweating

"This is my power, Mark," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "Disobey again, and I'll make it worse. He's always a text away."

She slid off, leaving me tied up, my cock aching, my pride in tatters. He chuckled from the bed, regaining his composure "Poor bastard doesn't stand a chance," he said, and she kissed him on the forehead, smirking at me.

"Maybe next time, I'll have two guys over for some fun" she said, her voice laced with fake sweetness. "If you don't learn your place."

They left me there, ropes cutting into me, her words ringing in my ears. I was pissed, humiliated, and harder than ever. She'd won, again, and I knew I'd never escape her game.