The Landlords Terms Chapter 4 (final chapter) (fm:cuckold, 5667 words) [4/4] show all parts

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We had found a dangerous, intoxicating equilibrium. We were partners in this shared transgression.

The calm, of course, couldn't last. The knock on the door, when it came, felt less like a surprise and more like an inevitability. It was Henderson. He didn't even bother with a pretext this time. He just stood there in the hallway, a smug look on his face, and handed me a crisp, white envelope.

My hands felt numb as I opened it. The words were cold, formal, and utterly devastating. Eviction Notice. The reason was a transparent lie, something about "unapproved commercial activity" from my freelance work. It was a joke. A cruel, pathetic power play from a man who had already taken so much.

I felt the floor drop out from under me. All of it—the degradation, the shared secrets, the white-hot passion—it had all been a game to him, and this was his checkmate. He was going to take our home away.

I spent the rest of the day in a fog of impotent rage, the notice sitting on our kitchen table like a tombstone. When Chloe came home, she took one look at my face, then at the letter. She read it without a word, her expression unreadable. I expected her to crumble, to finally unleash the anger and fear that had to be churning inside her.

But she just folded the letter neatly and placed it on the counter.

"I'll handle it," she said, her voice a blade of ice.

Before I could even process what she meant, she was gone, her footsteps light and determined as she headed upstairs. I was left alone in the sudden, crushing silence of our apartment, a prisoner waiting for his sentence. The ten minutes she was gone felt like a decade. I paced the floor, my mind a chaotic slideshow of horrific possibilities. I pictured her pleading with him, begging. I pictured his triumphant, leering face as he lorded his power over her.

When she returned, she walked to the center of the room and stood before me. Her face was pale, but her eyes... her eyes were on fire.

"He was waiting for me," she said, her voice flat, devoid of emotion. "He knew I'd come."

She told me he had laughed when she mentioned the notice. He'd told her it was just a formality, a piece of paper that could easily disappear. For a price.

"He has new terms, Mark," she said, and her gaze pinned me in place. The world seemed to narrow to the space between us, the air growing thick and heavy.

"He wants us to have dinner with him," she said, letting the absurd words hang in the air. "Friday night. In his apartment. A 'neighborly meal,' he called it."

I stared at her, my mind unable to process the sheer audacity of it. Dinner? With him?

She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper that was meant only for me, a secret shared between conspirators. "And after dinner... he said I'm the dessert."

A wave of nausea and white-hot, electric lust crashed over me in the same instant. My stomach churned, but my cock, that wretched, honest

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Reggie writes Tue 8 Jul 2025 15:18:

The last time I came this hard, I was reading a story by some guy named Merlin, who had described what he would do to me. It's one thing writing about your own experiences/fantasies, it's another thing someone writing how he would use me

Reggie

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Merlin writes Mon 7 Jul 2025 20:52:

Please don't stop at this. She should cheat on him now. :) just my thoughts

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