Sedulous Boss Chapter 3
Liliana
Mark's presence filled our foyer like a thunderstorm, all masculine confidence and barely contained sexual energy. He arrived precisely at seven, as had become his custom, the expensive cologne preceding him through the door in a wave of sandalwood and promise. I felt my pulse quicken at the sight of him—the broad shoulders filling out his tailored shirt, the predatory smile that spoke of hours of pleasure ahead, the casual way he commanded every space he entered.
Julian hovered in the background like a ghost; his book abandoned on the coffee table where he'd been pretending to read. I could feel his nervous energy crackling through the air, could see the familiar tension in his shoulders that always accompanied Mark's visits. But tonight, would be different. Tonight, I was going to test the new boundaries we'd been discussing, push Julian toward the submission I craved to see from him.
"Shall we?" Mark asked, his hand finding the small of my back with possessive familiarity. The touch sent heat spiraling through my belly, and I leaned into him slightly, letting Julian see the easy intimacy between us.
I led Mark down the hallway toward our bedroom, conscious of Julian's eyes following our movement. The floorboards creaked under Mark's confident stride, a counterpoint to my lighter steps as anticipation built between us. At the bedroom doorway, I paused and looked back at Julian, catching his gaze with deliberate intensity.
Then I stepped inside with Mark and, for the first time since our arrangement began, closed the door behind us.
The lock clicked with mechanical precision, the sound echoing through the hallway like a gunshot. I heard Julian's sharp intake of breath from the other side of the door, could picture him standing frozen in the hallway as the reality of his exclusion sank in. For months, he'd grown accustomed to watching, to the visual feast of seeing Mark take me with that magnificent cock. Tonight, he would have to rely on imagination and the sounds that filtered through the door.
Mark raised an eyebrow at my action, his smile growing more predatory. "Feeling cruel tonight?" he asked, already reaching for the buttons of his shirt.
"Educational," I corrected, my fingers working at the ties of my silk robe. "Julian needs to understand that watching is a privilege, not a right."
The fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me naked in the golden lamplight. Mark's eyes traveled over my body with the kind of hunger that never failed to make my knees weak, and I felt myself growing wet under his gaze. Outside the door, I could hear Julian's footsteps pacing in the hallway, back and forth, back and forth, like a caged animal.
Mark's clothes joined mine on the floor with practiced efficiency, revealing the body that had ruined me for smaller men. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, already beginning to swell with arousal, and I felt my mouth water at the sight. Ten inches of thick, veined perfection that would soon be stretching me beyond Julian's modest capabilities.
"Time to give your husband something to think about," Mark said, pulling me against him with hands that spanned my waist completely.
I made sure Julian heard everything.
When Mark's lips found mine, I moaned louder than necessary, the sound carrying clearly through the door. I could picture Julian pressed against the wood, straining to catch every nuance of what was happening inside. The thought made me wetter, more responsive to Mark's touch as his hands roamed over my body with possessive confidence.
"God, you're so much bigger than him," I gasped as Mark's erection pressed against my stomach, the words pitched perfectly to carry through the door. "I can barely get my hand around you."
Mark chuckled, understanding the performance I was putting on for my husband's benefit. His fingers found my wetness, stroking me with the kind of skill that came from experience and natural talent. "Tell me how much you love big cocks," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
"I love them," I cried out, arching into his touch. "I love feeling stretched, feeling filled completely. Julian could never make me feel this way."
The comparison was deliberate, cruel in a way that sent fire racing through my veins. I heard Julian's muffled groan from the hallway and smiled against Mark's neck, loving the power I held over both men in different ways.
When Mark finally entered me, I made sure my screams of pleasure reached every corner of the house. His cock stretched me gloriously, filling me in ways that Julian's modest endowment simply couldn't match. The sensation was overwhelming, the kind of complete possession that made rational thought impossible.
"Fuck me harder!" I demanded, my voice carrying clearly through the door. "Split me open with that massive cock! Make me forget my husband exists!"
Mark obliged, his thrusts growing more powerful, more demanding. The bed frame creaked rhythmically against the wall, a percussion section to accompany my increasingly wild cries. I could feel him hitting spots deep inside me that Julian had never even approached, could feel my body responding in ways that my husband had never been able to inspire.
The orgasms came in waves, each one more intense than the last. I screamed Mark's name, praised the size of his cock, made comparisons to Julian that would echo in my husband's mind for days.
"Harder!" I demanded, making sure my voice carried through the door. "Fuck me harder! Julian could never reach this deep! His little cock is nothing compared to yours!"
When Mark finally climaxed deep inside me, painting my walls with his seed, I collapsed against him with exaggerated breathlessness.
We lay tangled together for long minutes, my body still trembling from the intensity of our coupling. Mark's cum leaked from my thoroughly used pussy, coating my thighs with evidence of his ownership. My hair was wild, my lips swollen from his kisses, my skin bearing the marks where his fingers had gripped me in passion.
When thirst finally drove me from the bed, I didn't bother with clothes. My robe lay forgotten on the floor as I padded naked through the house, carrying the scent of sex and Mark's cologne on my skin like perfume. I could feel his seed sliding down my inner thighs, could taste him still on my lips as I made my way to the kitchen.
The refrigerator's cool air washed over my heated skin as I retrieved two bottles of water, the condensation beading on the glass like the sweat that still dotted my body. When I turned from the appliance, I found Julian in the living room, a tumbler of whiskey clutched in his trembling hands.
He looked up as I passed, his eyes taking in my naked, thoroughly fucked state with a mixture of anguish and desperate arousal. I could see his erection straining against his pants, could read the torment and excitement warring in his expression. The dried semen on my breasts, the marks on my throat where Mark had claimed me, the satisfied glow that radiated from every pore. It all told the story of my complete possession by a superior man.
I said nothing as our eyes met, only smiled with the kind of ironic satisfaction that came from being thoroughly satisfied by a real man's cock. The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken truths and forbidden desires. Julian's grip tightened on his whiskey glass; his knuckles white with the force of his emotion.
Still without a word, I continued past him toward the bedroom, where Mark waited for round two. The sound of my bare feet on the hardwood was the only noise in the house aside from Julian's labored breathing and the clink of ice against glass as his hands shook.
Behind me, I heard him whisper my name like a prayer, but I didn't turn back. Tonight was about teaching him his place, about showing him that watching was a privilege that could be revoked. The lesson was just beginning.
