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Ron looked down at his backpack. His voice softened.
“I wouldn’t do that to you.”
The words pierced through the stony armor I kept around my heart. His kindness, even amid his wrath, both touched and shamed me.
God, Jessica, you’re such a bitch.
I laid back in surrender and closed my eyes. Ron wrapped something around my wrists and ankles and pulled tight, stretching my limbs. He pulled my legs wide apart so that my ankles rested on either edge of the bed. He then put a blindfold over my eyes and tied it behind my head. The sound of more rustling in the bag tantalized my ears, and then the brushing sensation of heavy, leathery tendrils crept from my ankles up my leg. The sternness in his voice returned.
“Now, Jessica, you will tell me everything.”
My heart leaped up into my throat. The Jessica from a couple weeks ago - the one who confessed only enough to pierce him – had abandoned me to the insanity of willing surrender. Now, I laid helpless and at his mercy. My guard melted away like butter in my palms, giving way to a powerful urge to open my stupid, fucking mouth and spill any details he required of me.
“I already know that you fucked him. Without protection. And that you brought his cum home to me in your cheating pussy and rubbed it all over me.”
Crack!
My body jerked at the sudden, sharp sting across the tops of my thighs.
Dammit to hell, Ron!
My mouth opened again, grabbing for air. My wrists pulled at the restraints, wanting to cover my mouth or guard myself. My heart sped up its pounding and thumped hard in my chest. As the pain faded to a dull warmth, blood flowed towards my pussy.
I’m in the fucking twilight zone with this shit.
“Did you suck his cock, too?”
I gritted my teeth, expecting another stinging sensation. Ron’s voice hammered my ears with unusual sternness.
“Answer me, Jessica.”
I nodded my head.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I did.”
“Did what?”
“I sucked his cock.”
“You sucked my bosses’ cock?”
No amount of air could satisfy my hungry lungs, and I struggled to get the words out.
“Yes, Ron, I sucked your bosses’ cock.”
Crack!
This time, the stinging sensation landed on the exposed inner forearm nearest to Ron. My body writhed. The sensations rippled from the point of contact through my body with frenetic energy.
Where the fuck did Ron Stroker get a whip?
“And you loved fucking and sucking him, didn’t you?”
The leathery tendrils dragged up my abdomen and across my breasts. As my arousal increased, so did my rebellious streak and a desire to fire back at him.
“I loved it.”
Crack!
He struck my thighs again. This time, harder, and while it stung, it didn’t frighten me. The adrenaline gave me courage - or foolishness - that emboldened me to face the punishment. I also felt Ron. He ached to know the whole truth. Lusted for it. And his palpable desire fanned my arousal.
“Did you swallow his cum?”
Each layer of revelation that he peeled back sent fresh waves of tingling warmth through my pussy.
“Every drop. It tasted delicious.”
Crack! My arms again. For several seconds of touch-less silence, the sting pulsed on my skin. Until the brush of Ron’s whip grazed my exposed labia as he dragged it from the space between my legs upwards towards my stomach.
“And you came on his cock when he was fucking you, didn’t you?”
“Several times. More than I’ve ever come with you.”
How ‘bout them apples, Ron?
Following my last quip, the only sound came from my heart pounding in my ears.
Then his fingers touched my pussy and slipped inside.
“You’re wet.”
My mouth fell open, and I moaned as he began a come-hither motion with two inserted fingers, massaging my g-spot, while he rubbed my clit with his thumb.
“Let’s talk about why you came so much with him. You loved his cock, didn’t you?”
“Yesss, his cock was amazing!”
He slid his fingers out for a moment.
Smack!
My pussy lips stung. His slap amplified the vibrations of my arousal that buzzed in my body. I couldn’t help myself. I moaned my response.
“Oh God, that fabulous cock of his.”
His words, while harsh for Ron, sounded more lascivious than hateful.
“You’re a fucking bitch, Jessica.”
His fingers slid back inside, and his thumb returned to my clit.
“His cock wasn’t the only reason you came so much, was it? You loved cheating. You reveled in being a dishonest, unfaithful wife.”
I bit my lip, feeling his fingers gliding in and out of my pussy, my orgasm building. He continued.
“You get off on lying. Sneaking. You thought about me being here at home while your pussy took his cock, didn’t you?”
“I did!”
“You probably even talked about it with Austin as his cock was pounding this pussy, didn’t you?”
“Yesss!”
I came close to climaxing, but he pulled his fingers out and spanked my pussy again. Then he slapped my tits, leaving an after burn in the skin on the sides of them. My head tilted back and pressed into the bed as my mouth opened to release a moan. I deserved this, and embracing the punishment with bold confessions only stoked my desire for more.
Omg, I want to cheat on him again. I’ll never learn.
His fingers were back inside me, thrusting in and out. I could hear his breathing now. Heavy. Like someone short of breath from running. And a thumping sound.
He’s masturbating with his left hand?
A smirk blended into the open-mouthed orgasmic expression on my face.
“You’ve always been a cheater, haven’t you? You cheated on your fiancé when you sucked my cock. And now you cheated on me. Your pussy just can’t be faithful, can it? It hungers to betray. Doesn’t it?”
“It does. It fucking loves it!”
He let out a loud groan of pleasure.
A hot, wet spatter hit my face, and the familiar scent of his cum filled my nostrils. He continued squirting it on my neck and tits.
Damn, Ron. You’ve never cum this much before.
He continued pounding my pussy with his fingers.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum, too!”
“No, you’re not!”
He ripped his fingers out of my pussy and gave it his hardest smack. I lay there, writhing, aching to cum. My body arched upward, and my wrists burned, pulling at the restraints, as I tried to reach for my pussy with my hands.
I yelled at him.
“Dammit, Ron!!!”
I heard him panting.
“You can finish yourself off.”
He unfastened my wrist on the side of the bed nearest him.
“And you can undo the rest of your restraints.”
I didn’t waste time with the other restraints but plunged my fingers on my free hand into my pussy.
“Oh, fuck!!”
It gushed with my juices, and violent waves of pleasure rippled like an earthquake through my body as I started to cum. I hissed at Ron.
“I fucking loved cheating on you, you pissy little bitch!”
I expected his hand across my tits or my face, but no slap came. My fingers pounded my throbbing hole as the repeating surges of my climax continued to wrack my body with ecstasy. A deep, guttural moan exploded from my lips into the air, and I soared on a fiery high for a few minutes before coming down.
As my orgasm subsided, my body collapsed onto the bed from its convulsing state. The erotic hysteria ebbed away and gave way to the sensation of sweat on my body. My chest heaved as I gasped for air.
“Fuck, Ron!”
No response. Only silence. I unfastened the other restraints and removed the blindfold from my eyes.
A stack of one-hundred-dollar bills sat on the bedside table.
And he was gone.
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