Cuckold's Nightmare: Her Ex's Scent Still Lingers

I’m lying here, the sheets tangled around me, her words still echoing in my mind. ‘Honey, are you really asleep, or were you jerking off the whole time I was out with my ex?’ She’s got that smirk, the one that says she knows exactly what I was doing. Her tits are perky, nipples hard, and she’s leaning over me like a predator. I can feel the heat of her body, the weight of her gaze. She knows I was stroking my cock, imagining her with him. The thought of her with her ex, his hands on her body, his cock inside her—it’s a fucking torment. But she loves it, loves seeing me squirm. I’m her cuckold, her plaything, and she’s the queen of this fucked-up game. She’s got me right where she wants me, and she knows it. The power she holds over me is intoxicating, and she wields it with a cruel precision. I’m her bitch, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. The sheets are a barrier, but they can’t hide the truth. She’s the one in control, and I’m just along for the ride, hoping for the crumbs of her attention.