Speaker 1: I thought the girl next door, with her cheerleader smile
braces finally off, would be an asset doing chores around
the house. She was the kind of girl that shoveled
driveways for elderly neighbors and babysat for ten bucks an hour,
A kind, considerate girl. That's why I hired her for dusting, vacuuming,
organizing the pantry. She'd folded my underwear into perfect little squares.
She was great, And now this the footage on my
phone didn't lie. My bathroom three fifteen, Tuesday afternoon, Becca's
hand darting into the velvet tray, fingers closing around my
grandmother's wedding band, vintage platinum three carrots of asher cut diamond,
the ring my husband Mark had fished from my jewelry
box a hundred times, always kissing my knuckle before sliding
it on. I watched the clip seven times. Her face
never even flickered with guilt, just that quick glance over
her shoulder. Then the ring disappeared into her hoodie pocket.
By the time I texted her need help moving some boxes.
Can you come over? At seven, my fury had cooled
into something crystalline and deliberate, She texted back within seconds,
Sure thing, Missus Langley. Mark stood in the bedroom doorway.
When I explained the plan, his eyebrows climbed his forehead,
then the corners of his mouth followed. You're serious, dead serious.
I set the dog collar on the dresser, soft black leather,
silver studs, A matching leash coiled beside it. She thinks
she can steal from us. From me, our eyes met
in the mirror. Becca showed up at six point fifty
eight in pink yoga pants and a cropped hoodie, hair
in a ponytail. She smelled like vanilla body spray. Hey,
missus l what boxes am? I? I held up my phone,
paused at the incriminating frame, her hand hovering the jewelry box,
the ring, The color drained from her face in layers.
I that's not I wasn't stealing. I just wanted to
see it. And then I got scared, scared My voice
came out flat. You've been wearing it. I found photos
on your Instagram, two weeks of photos. Her mouth opened closed,
A tear slid down one cheek, then another. Please don't
call the cops, please, Missus Langley. My dad will kill me.
I'll do anything. I'll pay you back. Oh, you'll pay
me back. I grabbed her wrist. Her skin was warm
and damp with panic sweat. I marched her down the hall,
her sneakers squeaking on the hardwood, her voice rising into
a wine that cut off the instant I shoved open
the master bedroom door. Mark stood beside the bed naked.
Becca made a sound like a stepped on mouse. Her
hands flew to her face, but I caught her elbow
and spun her toward me. Shut up. The words landed
like a slap. She went silent, chest heaving you like
rings so much. I unclasped the collar, tested its weight
in my palm. You're going to worship ours. You have
one job. If you want to get out of this,
eat our assholes as we fuck on your knees, you
thieving little slut. Her gaze darted to the door, then
to Mark, who hadn't moved, whose erection curved up against
his stomach with a confidence that made something tight and
low in my belly. Becca dropped to her knees. The
collar fits snug around her throat. I tugged the leash
once experimentally, and her head jerked forward. A whimper escaped her,
not pain surprise. Oh fuck, she whined, I'm going to
have to fucking do this, aren't I? I laughed, smugly. Crawl,
I said, She crawled. The leash went taut, and Mark
took it from my hand, pulling her toward the foot
of the bed, while I stripped my blouse first, then
my jeans, my lace thong, clinging to the damp heat
between my legs. I knelt behind her. Mark knelt behind me.
We'd choreographed this in whispers an hour earlier, our breath
hot on each other's necks. Becca's ponytail had come loose,
dark hair spilled over for the silver studs of her collar.
Tongue out, I said. Her face twisted, revulsion, humiliation, something
else flickering beneath both. But her tongue touched her lower lip,
and then I was guiding her head back, positioning her
behind me. As Mark's hands found my hips, The first
stroke of her tongue against my asshole made my spine arch.
She was tentative, unwilling, but the leash gave a sharp
jerk Mark's doing, and her mouth sealed against me. Her
tongue pressing deeper. That's it, I breathed, like you're polishing
the crown jewels. Mark laughed behind me, low and rough.
He leaned forward, his mouth finding mine, his tongue sliding
past my lips. As Becca's tongue worked circles against me,
I could taste the scotch he'd had at dinner. I
could feel his cock pressing against the small of my back.
His kiss deepened. My hand reached back, fingers tangling in
Beccha's hair, pushing her harder against me. She made a
muffled sound, half protest, half something raw. Tell her. Mark
murmured against my mouth. Tell her what's next. I broke
the kiss, gasping switch the leash transferred hands. I guided
her my thighs trembling to kneel behind Mark. The muscles
of his back tensed as her breath hid his skin lick,
I said. Becca's tongue touched him. Her eyes squeezed shut,
but her mouth opened wider, and Mark's head dropped forward
with a groan that vibrated through the mattress. Look at her,
He grunted, little thief, tongue deep in her neighbors. Don't stop,
I interrupted, my voice sharp, then to Becca, softer, almost crooning.
You're learning what that ring is worth, every diamond, every hour.
My grandmother wore it. You're going to taste that debt.
Her tongue moved faster. I watched her jaw work, the
slick gleam of saliva on his skin. Mark's hand fisted
in the sheets enough. I tugged the leash on the bed,
hands and knees. Mark mounted me from behind. The leash
stretched across the mattress. Its handle looped around the bedpost,
and as he slid inside, one long, delicious thrust that
made my vision swim. I pulled Becha's face back to
my ass. Every single time I panted, rocking backward to
meet Mark's hips. Every time he pushes into me, you
push your tongue into me. Understand. Her answer was a
vibration against my skin. Mark's rhythm built slow at first,
savoring his fingers dug into my hip bones. The sounds
in the room layered, the wet slap of his thighs
against mine, the obscene lapping of her tongue, my own
breath catching in my throat. She's getting good at this,
Mark said his voice strained. Maybe we should keep her
collar her full time. The fantasy hit me like a current.
I clenched around him, and he swore faster. I gasped harder,
make her work for it. His pace became punishing. The
leash pulled taut with every thrust, dragging Becca's face against me,
her tongue frantic. Now desperate to keep up, I could
feel the tension coiling at the base of my spine,
radiating outward. You're going to come for me, Mark growled,
Come while her tongue'es in side. You come while I'm
buried in your cunt. The orgasm detonated, no warning, no
build up, just a white hot shriek, tearing from my throat,
my fingers clawing at the sheets, my body convulsing around him.
As I pushed backward, forward, riding the spasms that wouldn't stop.
Mark kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until I
collapsed forward onto my elbows. He pulled out his seaman
dripped down my thigh, thick and warm. I didn't give
myself time to recover. I grabbed the leash, spun Becca
onto her back, and straddled her face in a single motion,
open your mouth, you little slut, Eat my cunt clean.
She opened. I lowered myself onto her mouth, my cunt
still pulsing, still slick, with us both lick it clean.
She gagged gross. The leash jerked, her protest choked off.
My weight settled more firmly, and her tongue fluttered against
my entrance, hesitant at first, then with a strange, reluctant hunger.
I watched her throat move as she swallowed. Mark knelt
beside us, stroking himself slowly, watching his wife use their
neighbor's daughter's face as a cleaning cloth. Our eyes met
over her trembling body. The taste of victory was salt
sweet and already fading on my tongue, but I could
feel her still licking, still working, and I knew the
memory would last much longer than the flavor. Her tongue
kept moving. I didn't tell her to stop. Justice, I said,
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