Barry's voice cracked, his words tumbling out in a desperate, breathless rush. His fingers clenched the closet doorframe so tightly his knuckles turned white, his body trembling with a mix of shame and twisted arousal.
"Kate... please... I'm begging you..." His voice was raw, almost broken, the words spilling from his lips like a prayer. "I don't blame you... I know I can't satisfy you as he can... but please... let me watch. I need to see it. I need to see you... with him."
Kate's breath hitched, her mind reeling. The shock of Barry's confession sent a jolt of dark, forbidden excitement through her veins.
This pervert... he actually wants to watch me get fucked. He's getting off on being cucked. On being humiliated. A wicked grin curled her lips as she processed his words, her body already throbbing with anticipation.
Fine. If that's what he wants... I'll give him a show he'll never forget.
