Chapter 3
Chapter Three
“Let him devour me… I think the saying is let them eat, but you know what I mean.”
My heart races in my chest as he pulls me toward him.
My boots skid on the steps as he spins me around.
I can see the reflection of us in the glass of the doorway.
Him behind me, mask on, but his eyes are trained on my ass.
He grabs my hips and pulls them against the bulge in his pants, causing me to squirm.
“You really think you can fight me off?” he asks, his menacing laughter going right to my clit.
My brain is bouncing between the thrill of the hunt and the fear of the chase.
I am throbbing with the need for him. My husband is here making my fantasies come true.
He bunches up my dress around my hips, exposing my damp panties to the world around us.
A stranger could stumble on us at any moment, and it makes me wetter.
I hold my breath and wait for whatever his plan is, vibrating with excitement.
Suddenly, I feel his calloused hands on my hips through the fishnets.
“Free your beautiful titties for me. I want to see them bounce while I fuck you,” he instructs me. I stare back blankly in the reflection, defiant, wanting to know just how far he’ll take it. Shaking my hips, I can feel the bulge of his erection rub against me.
“Or what?” I ask. His hand swings back, and a powerful slap resounds from where it makes contact with my ass. The momentary sting gives way to the warmth and pooling wetness soaking the lace of my panties. Groaning softly, I embrace the tingles that come with it.
“I wasn’t asking. I caught you, fair is fair,” he responds as I take one hand and pull down the top of my dress to expose the matching lacy black bra beneath. I pause, wondering if that’s enough or if I will push him for more spankings.
“All the way,” he pushes as his fingers trail the tender skin of my ass, tender from where I am sure he left a handprint. I squirm in anticipation as I free my breasts from the cups of my bra.
“That’s daddy’s good girl,” he praises me as he finds the hole he started in my fishnets and tears them. I try to press my thighs together as he grabs the fabric of my panties. Enjoying the feeling as he yanks hard, ripping my panties, ripping my panties, exposing me completely.
He chuckles softly, shoving the ripped fabric in his pocket. Unzipping his pants, he gently rubs his tip against my thigh.
“Brace yourself against the stairs,” is the only warning I get before he slams himself inside of me. I gasp at the sudden fullness. The way that the wetness from my first orgasm, coupled with the chase, makes his entry into me smooth.
“Fuck,” I utter as he starts pistoning into me. My pussy clenches as he finds his rhythm. My knees begin to shake as he pounds into me relentlessly. The feeling of how perfectly he fills me up, tipping me into euphoria.
“You were made for me,” he growls as he pulls himself out of me, admiring the slick sheen that I left on his shaft. Pushing himself back inside of me, he groans behind the mask, causing me to clench on him. The feeling of fullness brims the edge of my orgasm.
“Not yet,” he instructs me to try to hold back, but fuck, my body is winning the battle. Empty and full in rapid succession, pushing me to the edge, I begin to flutter on him. He pulls out all the way, leaving me bare and needy. Panting, just missing my next orgasm, I hear his chuckle behind me.
“Baby…” I whine, trying to catch my breath. I push myself up as he closes the space between us. He pulls me flush against him as he touches my ear with his mask.
“Run, little whore, run for daddy,” he taunts and crosses his arms, giving me an opening.