The Landlords terms chapter 5 (fm:cuckold, 6939 words) [5/5] show all parts

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Mark was awake. He had been for hours, lying perfectly still, watching the slow, even rise and fall of Chloe's shoulders as she slept beside him.

Her face, turned towards him on the pillow, was serene. The faint stress lines that had taken up residence around her eyes seemed to have vanished in her sleep. Her honey-blonde hair was a tangled halo against the white cotton of the pillowcase. She looked like an angel. An angel he had personally led to the gates of hell and asked to step inside.

The last few days had been a fever dream. Their lovemaking, once a gentle expression of their bond, had become a ravenous, desperate exorcism. He was addicted to it, to her. Addicted to the way her eyes would glaze over when he'd pull her close in the dark and whisper, tell me again.

And she would.

She would recount the story of that night in Henderson's apartment, her voice a low murmur against his ear, feeding him the details that both horrified him and fueled him. Each confession was a log on the fire, a punishment and a reward that left them both spent and trembling in the aftermath.

But in the clean, quiet light of day, the shame was a physical weight in his chest. A part of him, the part that had authored those fantasies in that damnable journal, felt sated. Purged. The fantasy had been realized in its most brutal, absolute form. It had been witnessed. It could not be surpassed.

It was over.

It had to be.

He watched her stir, her eyelids fluttering open. Her bright, green eyes found his immediately, clear and present. There were no ghosts in them this morning.

A small, soft smile touched her lips. "Hey."

"Hey," he whispered back, his voice thick with sleep.

She shifted, moving closer to him, her body fitting against his with a familiar, perfect ease. She let out a long, contented sigh.

"It's quiet," she said, her voice a soft murmur. "I almost forgot what quiet felt like."

"It's over, Chloe," Mark said, the words coming out with more force than he intended. He was trying to convince himself as much as her. "We're done with him. He got what he wanted."

Her hand found his under the covers, her fingers lacing with his. Her grip was firm, grounding.

"He got what we gave him," she corrected, her voice soft but with an edge of steel that was still new, still thrilling. She squeezed his hand. "And yes. We are done."

She pushed herself up on one elbow, her hair falling across her shoulder, her gaze intense and unwavering.

"That was the end, Mark. The absolute end. No more deals. No more games. No more tests."

She leaned down and sealed her promise with a kiss. It wasn't the frantic, punishing kiss of the past few nights. It was slow and deep and full of a desperate, reclaimed love. It was a kiss that promised a

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Reggie writes Sat 26 Jul 2025 20:49:

oops, forgot...I wish I could give it more than a 10!

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Reggie writes Sat 26 Jul 2025 16:41:

Excellent series, you've made my pussy very happy...very, very happy

Reggie

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