“Time for you to come,” Derek snarled. “Rub your clit.”
The strain in his voice said the order wasn’t just for her sake. They’d been at this for a while, and Derek had to be close. She played with herself, but she was so sensitive she could barely brush her fingers over her clit. She stayed at it, but no position seemed right. Her orgasm kept slipping away, moving forward and back as he rolled his hips. She needed his help, and therewas only one way to get his help in times like these. She looked up, meeting Derek’s gaze directly. “I’m sorry, I can’t…”
Her husband scowled. “You gonna come? I’ve got places to be.”
“I, um, don’t know. If I?—”
“What, you need a fuckin’ hand?” He rolled his hips, forcing himself flush inside her. “This isn’t enough?”
“I—”
He slapped her. Not hard, but enough that it shocked her. She stared at him. His expression was stony, his hips never missing a thrust.
Mara closed her eyes. “Please...?”
“Jesus, fine.” Derek withdrew, flipping her over like she was a couch cushion and hauling her back onto all fours. There was a snap as he yanked off the condom, and rough fingers spread her ass wide. Mara screamed at the sensation. “What are you doing?”
“I wanna look at your holes while I fuck you,” he said, sliding back into her pussy.
He felt twice as big this way, and Mara moaned, “No,” while all she could think was‘Oh God, yes.’
“Shut up and get your hands back on your cunt,” Derek barked. “Fucking come, or I’ll send you back home, and your old man can face the consequences.”
She obeyed, rubbing herself furiously.
“Yes,” Derek muttered, his thumb stroking over her asshole. “Yeah, you’ll stay here with me, cook my food and fuck me every night, won’t you?”
“Yes,” she sobbed, feeling her climax rise like the tide. “Yessss.”
“Good. Then maybe I won’t kill you.”
She yelped, the horror of his words blazing through her as the physical sensations reached their peak, and she bit into themattress as she came. She was dimly aware of Derek moving faster, saying things and driving deep, but her mind was so melted that she wasn’t listening. It was raining outside, the droplets pattering onto the windows. She couldn’t wait to leave this place, smell the clean air, and walk through the streets to a restaurant with her calm, loving husband, Derek Hardiman.
“Jesusssss,” he snarled, his hips slamming into hers. “Fuck!”
She felt him release inside her, grateful that he’d taken off the condom. Having him there was nice—almost as nice as knowing the scene was almost over. She just had one more job to do. When he pulled away, she pressed two fingers inside herself. “What should I do with…?”
“Keep it,” Derek said, tapping her still-burning ass. “It’s all yours, princess. See ya later.”
He left the room, somehow managing to look scary even when naked and staggering. Smiling to herself, Mara moved into the tiny ensuite bathroom to pee and wipe between her legs.
“Hey, baby,” Derek called when she was almost done. “That was fucking incredible.”
She found him slumped into the sheets, grinning from ear to ear, and with a jolt, she realised it had been weeks since she’d seen him smile like that. Not since?—
“The last time we did this,” she muttered.
“What?” Derek said, still grinning.
“Never mind. That was good.”
“Fuck yeah, it was. C’mere, you sexy little nymph. Daddy needs a cuddle.”
He opened his arms, and Mara tumbled onto him like she always did.
“You’re such an amazing lay,” Derek said, kissing her forehead. “Blows my fucking mind…”
Mara smiled into his slightly sweaty chest. She was, and would always be, far less sexually experienced than Derek, buthe never made her feel that way. Exactly the opposite. “Thank you, Daddy.”
