CHAPTER SIX #3
Kate nodded. Her fingers still moving. Her eyes wide, desperate.
“What do you understand, slut?”
She tried to swallow. Tried to clear her throat so she could speak. Just as she opened her mouth to answer, he pushed his cock back in.
Kate gagged. The surprise, the pressure—she almost coughed around him. She needed to breathe, but he kept pressing. Her hand never stopped moving between her legs.
Finally, he pulled out.
“What do you understand, slut?”
She tried to swallow again. Tried to form words. His cock filled her mouth before she could get them out.
Her fingers worked frantically. Her chest heaved. Spit was streaming down her face—or up her face, depending on how you looked at it. Pooling in her eye sockets. Running into her hair.
A third time, he pulled out.
“What do you understand, slut?”
Kate spat. Gasped. Found the words.
“That my body belongs to whomever is fucking me. And I need permission to come.”
Adrian smiled. Pushed back into her throat.
“Good,” he said, his voice low and satisfied. “That’s all a slut really needs to know.”
Kate kept going. Her fingers. Her mouth. The rhythm of both.
Adrian watched her hand as he moved in and out of her throat. He left gaps now—small ones, enough for her to gasp a breath before he filled her again.
She started to moan around him. The sound vibrating through her chest, muffled by his cock.
The orgasm was building. She could feel it—different from any she’d had with Daniel. With Daniel, his patience mattered. His consistency. The way he checked in, adjusted, made sure she was getting what she needed. It was considerate. It was kind.
This was nothing like that.
Her mind was lost. Fractured between not getting enough air, her mouth stretched around him, and the pressure coiling tighter and tighter between her legs. There was no room for thinking. No room for monitoring. Just sensation and need and the desperate, animal drive toward release.
She was close. So close. Her hips lifted off the bed, pressing into her own hand.
Kate moaned around him. The sound desperate, pleading. Her hips bucking against her hand.
Adrian kept moving. Watching her. Her moans grew louder, more urgent—muffled, incomprehensible sounds vibrating through her chest.
He paused. Looked down at her.
Then he laughed. A low, genuine sound.
“Right,” he said. He pulled out. “Speak.”
Kate gasped. Coughed. Spit running everywhere. Her hand still moving frantically between her legs.
“Please,” she managed. Her voice was wrecked, barely recognizable. “Please can I—”
Adrian pushed his cock back into her mouth.
Kate whimpered around him. Her hips jerked. She was right there, right at the edge, her whole body trembling with the effort of holding back.
He fucked her throat for a few more strokes. Slow. Deliberate. Watching her squirm.
Then he pulled out again.
“What was that?”
“Please.” Kate was shaking now. “Please can I come. Please. I need—”
“Yes,” Adrian said. “Come.”
He pushed his cock back into her mouth.
Kate’s body seized. Her back arched off the bed. Her legs twitched, convulsed, fell open. The orgasm tore through her—not a wave but an earthquake, her whole body shaking around it.
She screamed around his cock. The sound muffled, animal, nothing like any noise she’d ever made with Daniel. Her hand kept moving, riding it out, her hips bucking against her own fingers.
Adrian held himself in her throat. Didn’t move. Just let her shake, and twitch, and moan around him while her body came apart.
It went on longer than she thought possible. Aftershocks rolling through her, her legs still trembling, her chest heaving for air she couldn’t quite get.
Finally, Adrian pulled out.
Kate lay there. Gasping. Spit and tears covering her face. Her hand still between her legs, cupping herself, feeling the pulse of it.
She turned her head. Looked at Daniel.
He was gripping the armrests so hard his knuckles were white. His face was flushed. His trousers were visibly tented.
He looked like a man watching something he’d never be able to unsee.
“On all fours,” Adrian said. “Facing your husband. Let him see what you are.”
Kate rolled over. Her limbs felt loose, disconnected. She positioned herself on hands and knees, facing the chair where Daniel sat.
She looked at him. Her face a mess—spit, tears, smeared mascara. Her breasts still spilling out of her ruined bra. Her hair tangled and damp.
Daniel stared back at her. His mouth slightly open. His eyes dark with something she’d never seen before.
Adrian didn’t waste time. She felt him behind her—felt his hands grip her hips, felt the head of his cock press against her.
Then he was inside her.
Kate gasped. Her eyes went wide. He was bigger than Daniel, and she felt every inch of it—the stretch, the fullness, the pressure deep inside.
Adrian started to move. Not gentle. Not slow. Just taking what he wanted.
Kate’s arms trembled. She kept her eyes on Daniel. Let him watch her face as another man fucked her. Let him see what she looked like—mouth open, breasts swaying with each thrust, sounds escaping her that she couldn’t control.
“This is what you wanted,” Adrian said from behind her. “Both of you. This is what you came here for.”
Kate couldn’t speak. Could only moan. Could only take it.
Daniel’s hand moved to his lap. Pressed down.
Adrian’s hands sank into the flesh of her arse. His fingers digging in, spreading her, holding her in place as he fucked her.
It was rough. Rougher than Daniel had ever been. Each thrust jolted through her body, pushing her forward on the bed. The headboard wasn’t hitting the wall—there was nothing to hit—but the bed frame creaked with every stroke.
Adrian leaned forward. His hands found her breasts, still half-contained in the ruined bra. He squeezed them, pulled at them, used them as handles while he drove into her from behind.
Kate’s face felt like it was bouncing around. She couldn’t hold her head steady. Couldn’t control any of it. She dropped to her elbows, her cheek against the duvet, but kept her eyes turned toward Daniel.
He was watching. His hand was on his lap now, pressing down, rubbing himself through his trousers. His face was flushed. His breath coming fast.
Kate moaned. Watching her husband touch himself while another man fucked her. This was what they’d wanted. What they’d driven to Bristol for. What they’d talked about in the dark, in their bed, in their ordinary life.
And now it was happening.
Adrian’s hand moved to the back of her neck. Pressed her face into the mattress. Kate turned her head just enough to keep Daniel in view.
She wanted him to see. Wanted him to watch her get used. Wanted him to know that this—this—was what she’d needed all along.
“This feels right, doesn’t it?” Adrian said.
Kate didn’t answer. Couldn’t. She was too far gone—lost in the fullness of him, the rhythm, the sounds her body was making without her permission.
A sharp crack. His palm against her arse. The sting bloomed across her skin.
“Answer me,” Adrian said. “This feels right, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” Kate’s voice was breathless, wrecked. “This is right. This is what I want.”
Adrian’s hand smoothed over where he’d slapped her. Then gripped again, pulling her back onto him.
“You’re so much better this way,” he said.
Kate felt herself smile.
The expression surprised her. Here she was, facedown on a hotel bed, another man’s cock inside her, her husband watching from a chair, her body covered in spit and sweat and the remnants of her own orgasm, and she was smiling.
Because he was right. She was better this way. All the thinking, the monitoring, the endless internal commentary—gone. There was nothing left but this. Being fucked. Being used. Being exactly what she was supposed to be.
She pushed back against him. Met his thrusts. Wanted more.
Adrian could feel her responding. Her body pushing back. Her cunt gripping him.
“You’ve always wanted to be treated this way,” he said. “Like a fucking slut who just needs dick.”
Kate sucked in air. But the words spilled out before she could stop them.
“Yes.” Her voice was ragged, desperate. “I am a fucking slut. I’m a fucked-up slag who needs cock. I want to be used. I want my pussy filled with strange dick. I want to lose count of how many men fuck me at a time.”
Adrian’s rhythm faltered. He glanced over at Daniel.
“I want to be absolutely gagging for it!”
Daniel was staring at Kate, his hand frozen on his lap. The same stunned expression on his face.
But Kate kept going. She couldn’t stop. The words pouring out of some place she hadn’t known existed.
“I want to give my cunt away to every man who asks. Passed around. Used like a proper whore. I want—”
Adrian groaned. His hands clamped down on her hips. His thrusts went ragged, uncontrolled.
He came inside her.
Kate felt it—the pulse of him, the heat, the way his whole body shuddered against her. She’d made him lose control. Her words. Her filthy, desperate words that she hadn’t even known she had in her.
Adrian collapsed forward, his chest against her back, his breath hot against her neck.
“Fucking hell,” he said quietly.
Kate stayed on her elbows. Still smiling. Still trembling.
She looked at Daniel. His mouth was open. His eyes were wet.
She didn’t know what that meant. But she knew something had changed. Something had broken open.
And she didn’t want to put it back together.
Kate rolled onto her back. Adrian’s cum warm inside her. Her body loose, wrecked, satisfied in a way she’d never been before.
She looked at Daniel.
Smiled.
“That’s what I want,” she said.