F4F I want to fuck my ex's bff for fucking up my relationship, can anyone be that slut?

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Maya left me hollowed out. I don't break—I rebuild, colder and harder. I found Priya at an art gallery, dressed in some flowery shit that screamed "easy target."

Two hours of lies about being a successful, careful touches, and watching her pupils dilate. She came back to my place eagerly.

The performance began with wine and soft stories. I kissed her slowly, cataloging her surrender. Then my fingers tightened around her throat. Her eyes widened with fear and confusion.

"Strip," I commanded. Three seconds of hesitation before her trembling fingers worked at her blouse buttons.

"On your knees," I ordered next. I unbuckled my belt slowly, letting her watch. "Open your mouth. Wider."

When she complied, I grabbed her hair and guided myself between her lips. "Look at me," I demanded. "I want you to see who's using you."

The tears started. Perfect.

"Bend over the couch. Face down, ass up." The vulnerability was exquisite. "Count them," I said, bringing my hand down hard on her flesh.

"One," she whimpered after the first slap.

After ten, her skin was flushed crimson. I knelt behind her, parting her roughly. She was wet. They always are.

"Please... fuck me," she whispered.

I entered her in one brutal thrust. "You know why this is happening?" I growled into her ear. "Because you're Maya's friend. Because she'll hear about this."

Suddenly, I pulled out. "On the balcony. Now."

The afternoon sun meant neighboring buildings could see everything. I pressed her against the railing, her breasts exposed.

"Spread your legs. Wider."

I entered her again from behind, one hand on her hip, the other around her throat. "Wave to the neighbors," I whispered mockingly. "Let them see what a good girl you are for me."

Her shame was exquisite as she fought between humiliation and pleasure. When I came, it was with a roar of triumph.

"Get dressed," I said, watching my release trickle down her thighs. "Your ride is here."

"But I thought..." she started.

"You thought what?" I laughed coldly. "That this meant something?"

I stepped closer. "Tell Maya I said thank you. For introducing us."

At the door: "Next time I see you, you'd better be wearing a collar. Something that says 'property of the woman who broke your best friend.'"

I closed the door, already planning our next encounter.

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HMU ONLY if you want to play Priya.

No "hi/hey"—ignored.

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