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He had loved her for years. Not the easy kind of love that fades when someone stops texting back. The kind that lived in his chest like a constant ache. She knew. She had always known. Sometimes she would look at him with that soft, pitying smile and say, “You’re sweet,” and he would feel smaller than he already was. When she texted him that night—Come over. Just us. I want you—he almost didn’t believe it. His hands shook as he typed yes. All the times she had turned him down, all the gentle rejections, suddenly felt like they might have been leading somewhere. Maybe she had finally seen him. Maybe the submission she had teased out of him for so long—the way he always deferred to her, the way he got hard when she ordered him around—had finally meant something to her too. He showed up in the clothes she liked: soft, easy to remove. She opened the door in a thin tank top and shorts, hair loose. She smiled the way she always did when she was about to get exactly what she wanted. “Come in,” she said. “Don’t be nervous.” The living room light was low. He stepped inside, heart hammering, already half hard just from the thought of her finally wanting him. Then he saw the other guy on the couch. Tall, broad, shirt off. The kind of body that made his own feel even smaller. She closed the door behind him and locked it. “This is Mark,” she said simply. “He’s staying.” His mouth went dry. “I thought… you said just us.” She stepped close, close enough that he could smell her shampoo, and rested two fingers under his chin the way she always did when she wanted his full attention. “I did say that. But I also know what you are. You’ve been in love with me for years. You’ve jerked off to the idea of me using you. Tonight I’m going to.” He wanted to leave. He also wanted to drop to his knees right there. The contradiction made his stomach twist. She nodded toward Mark. “On your knees. Take him out.” His hands trembled as he obeyed. Mark’s cock was already thick and heavy, the head g…