The grand dining room is packed with Richard’s family and business associates. Twenty people laughing, clinking glasses, oblivious to the filthy game happening right under their noses. I sit beside my husband in my elegant black evening dress, smiling like the perfect new wife. But underneath, I’m a trembling mess.
Marcus chose everything. A thick remote-controlled vibrator buried deep in my p***y, its bulbous head pressed tight against my G-spot. A heavy stainless steel butt plug stretching my ass, flared base nestled between my cheeks. Both controlled by the app on his phone.
He sits directly across from me, looking calm and composed in his tailored shirt. The same man who f****d my throat raw in the cellar last night.
My phone vibrates silently in my lap.
Marcus: Spread your legs wi
