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It was very early, but she’d left the blinds open completely and the morning sun was just peeking in with streaks of sunrise.

She was lying on her stomach, nude from when I’d undressed her the night before. Her hair was a silky tangle of tawny blonde waves that covered most of her shoulders and half of her face. That face was turned to me, innocent in slumber and flawless in the dawn light. I’d never seen her without makeup on before. Her skin was smooth and perfect and pore-less as a babe. She looked like the crossover child of a Victoria’s Secret model and a Disney princess. It was an intriguing, unsettling, stirring combination, to say the least.

So clean and so dirty. So innocent and so tremendously, immeasurably fuckable.

Moreover, I’d never seen her face relaxed, without artifice or guile. It was shocking. It was fascinating. I wanted to brush all the hair away and study her at my leisure. Every inch of her, inside and out. I wanted to ferret out all of her secrets. I wanted to know what made her tick.

It made no sense. I knew all I needed to already. She was a gold digger. The most predictable creature on earth. She shouldn’t have interested me in the least.

But I’d be damned if I wasn’t absolutely fascinated. Fascinated and disgusted. Disgusted enough that even when she looked this innocent I wanted to lash out at her.

I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to fuck her silly. I knew I’d do both, but for the life of me I couldn’t manage to do it in that order.

I slowly slid the sheet off her, running my hand along her back as I did so. She stirred but didn’t wake. Her silky skin curved into my palm as it skimmed her, like a cat seeking firmer contact. My little pet bride.

When she was uncovered, I ran my hand over her back again. She sighed contentedly in her sleep.

I throbbed. When my palm cupped her ass, it perked right up into the air. I fingered her cunt. Her legs shifted, letting me in. She was soft and ready. Warm and wet.

I could count with my fingers the times I’d gotten her off, but it was already too much. Excessive. I’d gone too far.

I had trained her too well. She caught fire when I touched her now. She was my creature. I made that.

I loved it and resented the hell out of her for it.

I used two fingers to get her off. I watched her face while I did it. Watched it go from slumber, to waking, to the wonder of orgasm.

It was an addictive thing to witness. Distracting. The sort of thing that diverted you from your day’s plans.

Your life’s plans.

Our eyes were locked together. I was sucking my fingers clean, wondering if I could hold back long enough to get her off again before I shoved myself balls deep into her cunt. It was an unforgettable moment.

And our door opened.

No knock. No warning at all.

A small, middle-aged woman with a tight, hard expression on her face walked right in as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

I stared. She was vaguely familiar looking. I was so shocked at the intrusion that I didn’t react at first. I just stared.

The baffling woman glared at my wife.

Glared. At my wife.

“There’s no time for you to be a sloth this morning, Noura,” she said with strident disdain. “You’re an hour late. Out of bed, lazy girl. It’s weigh-in day.”

My stunned gaze swung to my wife. How would she react to this strange, awful woman?

To my chagrin she didn’t. Or rather, she did. She rose without a word and obeyed the older woman.

I was distracted watching her bare ass move from the bed to the bathroom. The terrible woman followed her.

When they were out of my sight, I shook my head. Hard. Twice. What the fuck?

I got up, wrapped the sheet around my waist, and followed them.

My wife was standing naked on a scale. The woman was glaring down at it.