Chapter 9: Dark affair
The moment Nick left for his trip, Madison began prep for Matt’s arrival. He would arrive in a hour. She felt guilty for being a cheater on her husband, especially with a disgusting man like man. But she couldn’t deny the pull she felt towards Matt. She wanted to be his dirty little whore, his fuck toy, his everything.
Per Matt’s orders, Madison began to prep for his arrival the moment Nick left the house. She found the lace white bra and panties she wore on her wedding day, and changed into them along with the tulle Bridal Robe for wedding day, bridal robe bishop sleeve, Custom ivory boudoir robes, white wedding Long robe,
bridal robe. She also put on the garter belt and stockings she wore on her wedding day. She was already wet. She was already throbbing. She was already a dirty little whore for Matt. She was already his. She was already his wife. She was already his whore. She was already his dirty little slut.
She took the flower crown she had worn on her wedding day out of the closet and placed it on her head. She smiled to herself, thinking of how she would look for Matt. She felt like a filthy little whore, a fuck toy, a plaything for his pleasure. She looked down and it was a text from him.
“the veil too, my soon to be wife…” Matt’s text boasted.
Madison felt a shiver run down her spine. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she should stop this, should tell him no, should push him away.
She quickly slipped into the veil, feeling the soft fabric brushing against her skin. She looked at herself in the mirror, her reflection staring back at her, her body marked by Matt's touch, her nipples red and swollen, her pussy still sore and tender.
She felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the thrill of the forbidden. She was playing with fire, but she couldn't stop. The fact was she was addicted to him, and she didn’t know why. He was overweight and out of shape, but kinky and dark. She loved her husband, but she was slowly falling for Matt’s trap, wondering what life as his wife, his sex slave, would be.
She felt a shiver of anticipation run through her as she heard the front door open and close. "You look like a fucking angel. A dirty, filthy angel made for sin."
Madison felt a flush of heat spread across her cheeks as she met his gaze.
The way he looked at her, with such raw, primal hunger, made her feel like the sexiest woman alive.
Matt stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out, his fingers tracing the lace of her bra, sending shivers down her spine. "You look fucking stunning, Madison," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Like a virgin sacrifice, ready to be defiled."
Madison's breath hitched in her throat, her body trembling with anticipation.
She could see the bulge in Matt's pants, his cock already hard and ready for her. She wanted him, needed him, craved him like a drug.
Matt's hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her closer. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss that belied the raw, primal hunger in his eyes. Madison melted into him, her body pressing against his, her nipples hardening as they brushed against his chest. She could feel his heart pounding against her own, the rhythm steady and sure.