She paused, and he grabbed her hair, dragging her into place, her stomach over his hard cock, the flesh throbbing even through his underwear.
“You’ll get a hundred,” he told her. “One for every grand your old man owes me.”
“Oh God,” Mara muttered. One hundred wasn’t impossible, but it was the upper limit of what she could take. She knew Derek would warm her up and include the lighter strokes in the total, but still.
“Shut up,” Derek said, slapping her left cheek. “That’s one.”
Time blurred as he worked his way through the strikes. He didn’t count aloud, and she didn’t keep track. The pain started warm, then got white hot, hovering like a mirage as her flesh caught fire. She cried out, yelping and thrashing for all the good it did her. Derek held her fast, as impossible to move as a concrete cage.
She wanted it to be over, but as the slaps continued, she felt the same submissive pull she always did—to push harder, to keep going. Her heart began to race, her head floating like she was on drugs. Her pussy felt tight and wet—impossibly small, impossibly empty. By the time he lifted his hand, Mara wanted to stay exactly where she was.
“One more to go,” he said, reaching beneath her and twisting a nipple. “You like it, huh?”
“Nooooo,” she moaned.
“Liar. You’re soaked. I can smell you.”
He slapped her ass one last time, so hard her whole body jerked tight. She clawed Derek’s shin, digging her nails into his tattooed flesh. He laughed and squeezed one of her abused cheeks, making her gasp.
“That’s enough. Be good for me, or I’ll film what happens next and send it to Daddy to watch.”
He bent his head to look her in the eyes, a smirk contorting his beautiful face. “Do you think he’ll jack off to it? Do you think he’ll come?”
“You’re disgusting,” Mara moaned.
“You have no fucking idea.” His fingers found her slit, lazily rubbing her cunt and asshole. Her body was so primed, orgasm descended like a swirl of butterflies, and she cried out in pleasure and humiliation.
“I’m gonna buy you a dog collar. Put it on you and pull the chain while I fuck you.”
Mara imagined watching them from the outside: a powerful man and his helpless slave girl. She pictured her bruised backside and Derek expertly manipulating her holes, and she came, the oxygen drawing out of her lungs like a backdraft.
“Fuck,” Derek muttered, rubbing faster. “That’s perfect.”
She pounced on the encouragement, arching her back and moaning as prettily as she could as her orgasm spun to a close.
“Good girl,” he said. “Good little slut.”
Mara hoped he’d take her now that he could find release and return them to their real lives—their sons, their bed, and their easy, affectionate relationship.
Derek gripped her thighs, pulling her back into the cradle of his hips. “You want me to fuck you now, slut?”
“Y-You can do whatever you want to me.”
“I know. You want my dick?”
“I… Yes.”
He tossed her onto the bed, and she lay sprawled there with her legs apart. Derek turned her over and climbed on top, sucking at her right nipple. His teeth glanced at the tip, and she cried out.
“What? You don’t like that?”
Looking into her husband’s hard face, Mara knew he still wasn’t done messing with her and felt a pang of disappointment. “It hurts...”
“You think I give a fuck?” He lowered his tongue and teeth to her left nipple, but he was gentler this time. The slow, pulling sensations made Mara ache for his cock.
“Please?” she whispered. “I need more.”
He ignored her, alternating between her tits until her back was arching off the bed, then he moved, settling his face between her thighs.
