Chapter １２

He then deviates from his prepared remarks.

I am forced to take the phone from his hands. Keep holding on here for a sec.

“But—” As he fingers both of my breasts, I give up trying to object. “Okay.” What we have here is preferable. It doesn't get any better than this.

As David's hands move across my body, I can't tear my eyes away from the television. Even though my breasts are a good size given my body, his hands make them look little in comparison. When he plays his thumbs over my nipples, he brings them up into peaks, so he has to stoop a little. "Do you always wear such revealing underwear, or did you change into it just for me?"

The rest of my lingerie looks exactly like this. My position changes somewhat as I roll my hips and massage my ass against his cock. That my flesh is still smarting from the spankings has nothing to do with the fact that I just experienced an orgasm for the ages. It's not enough.

Because of this, I engage in some nefarious behavior.

The way I feel in high-end undergarments is very appealing. I manage a small grin. No one who has worked with me has ever complained.

At the junction of my neck and shoulders, where I'm especially vulnerable, he clamps his teeth. Is this something you've worn before, birthday girl? Teased them with your breasts and pussy while playing the innocent?”

The answer is probably yes. Whether or not it's intended, I enjoy this strand of jealousy. For some reason, the idea of him staking a claim on me in this group and expunging any fictitious associations with anyone else appeals to me. Simply said, I can't lie. Not here. “No.” David lags behind, but I forge on. I purposely chose this for you. For you and you alone, I wore it.

There is an audible "Fuck" from his mouth. He slides his hand down my midsection and cups my pussy with his other hand. The action is being tracked on my phone. It's as aesthetically pleasing as it is physically satisfying, and possessive to boot. As far as I can tell, David concurs. For me only, eh?

“Yeah.”

He presses his palm against my puss and gives me the tingles. There was barely any physical touch, yet it was so enticing that I didn't mind. "It looks like I have control of this pussy tonight," he said.

I opened my legs further. Simply said, I have no choice. "You do. It’s yours. Take me; I'm all yours. This evening only. This is strictly for tonight. To expect more is irrational and self-delusional. David and I may have gone through a horrible event together, and he may have been a stabilizing influence for me in the immediate aftermath, but our relationship is doomed. No, we just can't.

His hand moves to grasp my thigh. Exhibit yourself to me. Don't keep my stuff from me.

In other words, I have no reservations. With my free hand, I reach down and pull my wet underwear to the side. I just got spanked and had an orgasmic session, so my pussy is all wet and shiny in the photos. In fact, I'm starting to get cold. Asking, "Are you pleased with what you see?"

He leans forward for another kiss on my neck, but I can feel his eyes on the TV. He slides his hand beneath me and pulls my leg up and out before pushing two fingers into my pussy.

When he did it earlier, it gave him such a rush of pleasure. Seeing his harsh fingers fade away within me is far more appealing to the eye. I sigh heavily, but it's of little consequence. He pulls away gently, his fingers still damp from my yearning, and I am unable to move, think, or even breathe.

To which the birthday girl responded, "Yeah." Patiently, he lifts a finger and waits for me to follow the motion with the camera before pressing it to my lower lip. "I approve of this!" Akin to the gradual fucking he did down below, he forces them into my mouth. So engrossed in the camera that it doesn't even occur to me to stop sucking on his fingers until he firmly clamps his hand on my jaw. I feel like puking from the increased pressure and start to cry.

His tone becomes more stern. So, when are you finally going to give me that pussy you've been taunting me with? This enticing body is the target of my six years' worth of pent-up rage. Think you're tough enough to handle this? So that I may respond, he gently removes his fingers from my mouth.

I sputtered, "Do your worst."

Oh, I certainly intend to. He gently grabs my throat and pulls me back to him. It's the perfect time for me to fuck you. Get on a recording device and take my cock so I can see it over and over again. He produces a sound suspiciously like a snarl. In the future, I might even make it an annual tradition to send it to you. I hope you have a wonderful birthday, Anna. Don't you remember the night I played with your pussy until you came so many times you lost count?

“Do it.”

It's you, little slut, right there. He nearly sounds fond of the phrase. He gently tosses my phone onto the other chair and presses the button with his free hand to end the recording. Wouldn't that be appealing to you? Your phone will ring on your birthday years from now, when you're married and established and playing the respectable wife, and you'll have to go off to a secluded spot to play with your pussy and think it's my fingers getting you off.

In my mind, I can see it vividly. In spite of the fact that the thought of ever having a "regular" existence again is the most implausible aspect of this talk, I am eager to go down this fantasy road with him. So why stop there? I do it again, enjoying the sharp sensation of his pants against my ass and the anticipation of his firm cock. Rather than just watching a video, why not do something more exciting? On my special day, you may have the exclusive use of my pussy.

His hand shakes slightly as it rests on my throat, but he makes no additional motions. Don't provide assurances you can't give.

Except that's the very thing I've had in mind. My chest hurts from trying to breathe, and my nerves feel aggravated. I take the free hand and lead him to place it back between my legs. You deserve it, don't you agree? Years of holding back. The man gives me permission to shape his hand and pierce myself with two of his fingers. The damage can't be undone in one night. It's still not nearly enough to have only one night a year.

You want to meet me in the hotel bar, hand over your key, and then come up here to do all the vile things your spouse would never allow? If you want to be rude to me, Anna, you don't have to worry about anyone else finding out. I am aware of your true desires. That which you truly are." The tip of his tongue touches my ear. While your spouse is resting in the bed you share, you can enjoy riding my cock, mouth, and fingers. Repeatedly, until you're back to feeling normal. Until you have another whole year to pretend."