The thing was, as heartless as Dev was being with me, I damn well knew that I deserved every bit of what he was dishing out, and probably a whole lot more. I had been an equally heartlessly manipulative and self-serving narcissist for my whole life, only pleasing others when it was to some advantage for me. And when I had a sweet handsome willing man as a husband, instead of celebrating him I used him like a submissive man slut, making him lick and tongue f**k my ass more than any other s*x act just because I enjoyed humiliating him (well, it did feel awfully good and give me killer orgasms, but still...). I could genuinely begin to realize the error of my ways, and in spite of my terror kind of relaxed into the thought that I was getting exactly what I had coming to me.
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