Cum_Inside
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Anna laid there on the soft carpet with her husband and their new submissive, gloriously happy in their little cuddle pile. The flavour of her husband’s syrup on her tongue was sharp and distinctive, coating the inside of her mouth and causing the tastebuds lining her wet cavern to sing in pleasure. There was no better taste than the organic flavour Carter offered her.
Vanessa rested her head against Anna’s pillowy breasts and pressed herself closer. Carter stroked Annaleigh’s hair gently and she tossed him a sweet smile, eyes shining. She was satisfied for now but as the amorous playtime wound down Anna became impatient for the dungeon. Still, she forced herself to lay there for what seemed like forever until Carter decided it was time.
She had just closed her eyes as her body relaxed and she began to doze when a large hand fisted in her hair and yanked her head up forcefully until she was clumsily settled on her knees, casted leg throbbing. Anna focused on her husband’s stoic face. He was impassive, looking down at her as her back arched and his strength pulled her upper body from the carpet by the roots of her hair. The sharp spike of pain made her gasp, eyes rolling back momentarily before tracking back to Carter’s.
The clock on the wall over his shoulder told her it had been almost half an hour that they had been laying there.
It was time.
Anna waited for him to speak, enjoying the way he glanced over her as though she was nothing but a toy to him (as she loved him to treat her during playtime, and anytime, really); she wondered just how he would punish her body and make her cry over the evening as she knew that Carter would do his best to make this a memorable experience for her and encourage his little painslut to look forward to her nights, possibly even shackled in the dungeon.
She wondered if she behaved badly enough if he’d strap her up to one of his torture devices and leave her down there alone, waiting for his attention in the dark silence of the private room while he went off to work or kept busy while his wife was punished. She wanted that so badly - knowing her husband was sleeping like a baby in her their large California King with his silken sheets while she was strung up like a nasty whore by her wrists or ankles somewhere in the basement.
“Fuck,” she muttered, pussy clenching. That image was so deliciously sexy that Anna couldn’t imagine anything better: she wanted that so badly! The sound was unintentional, and she watched Carter’s eyes narrow before he struck her across the face, slap stinging and knocking her head to the side for her impertinence; Anna had not been told to speak, her Dominant expecting her to remain silent until he ordered her otherwise. That slap caused her to whimper in excitement and it took another two hits before she could bite her tongue, coppery taste of blood hitting her tastebuds as she bit down to muffle her pleased cry.
Vanessa watched quietly, anxiety present in her expression. She knew that the couple enjoyed very rough sex, but she had not witnessed just how violent they could truly be. Carter had hit his wife previously and Anna always did seem to like it, love it even, but she was curious as to the limit.
Anna had her safeword. Everyone in the room was aware. Would she use it? If she did, everything would immediately stop. Vanessa wasn’t stupid enough to believe that Carter would push Anna past that if she wasn’t enjoying their sex. Watching him now, one would think that Annaleigh was nothing but a trollop held captive under the powerful influence of one of the most wanted men in the world as he got his sick rocks off. One would never think that Carter Anderson loved the woman on her knees in front of him.
Anna’s attention was drawn to the stiff erection standing tall in front of her face, dripping copious strings of precum already, before dropping her gaze to Carter’s feet as a decent submissive would do - never disrespect your Dominant with direct eye contact if not directed to do so. Still, Anna was antagonistic at her basest form. She didn’t like behaving herself if she knew it would lead to Carter beating the shit out of her.
Her lips curled into a dangerous smirk. Her tone was dark and practically singsong as she began to speak.
“Do you like hurting women who can’t fight back, Sir? Your dick is so hard just from slapping a dirty whore across the face — what will happen when you actually have her tied down and crying for you to stop? Would you rape her? Take what you want from her with that massive fucking cock because she’s so pretty in her pain? I bet you’d like it, you sick fuck.”
Raising green eyes to meet Carter’s own, she watched amusement curl over his lips, enjoying their little game.
They were both thinking about the time Carter had held her down in that hotel room on their first business trip together and fucked her pussy stupid as Annaleigh cried. Despite her immediate feelings of disgust, when Anna thought back on it on those nights she was indescribably horny, all she could feel was intense pleasure. That had been the best sex of her life and they both knew it. She had liked the way he had held her down with his body and fucked into her in quick deep thrusts and filled her quim full of cum before leaving her there like his personal fuckdoll. Sharp words had been exchanged and nasty comments regarding that night had come forward when Josh and Megan found out, but Anna never regretted that evening. She needed him to know. She wanted him to “rape” her again. Consensual nonconsent was high on her fantasy list.
“I still remember when you raped me in that hotel. My boyfriend had no idea what you were doing to me, but the feeling of you fucking me while I begged you to stop and cried my little eyes out... I bet that’s what got you off; that I couldn’t stop you and that you owned me. Even then you knew it. You’d have your whole lifetime to use my body however you pleased whether I wanted it or not,” she told him, each word landing like a punch in the chest. “You could have had me like that in the hospital too — rutting on top of me while I laid there hopelessly in that bed, paying the hospital staff to keep their fucking traps shut while you did it. You’ve got so many chances to take advantage of me and it makes my pussy so wet.”
“Your wife...” Anna paused, eyes glimmering, “doesn’t have to know that her husband is one disgusting motherfucker that enjoys making girls cry. How badly you need that. Do you like hurting women, Carter Anderson? That’s okay - in this world all about male supremacy, it’s an honour to serve you.”
There. The honest truth. In their day-to-day lives, Annaleigh was a strong independent woman. In her personal life with Carter, Anna enjoyed bending her spine and showing him the respect he deserved at all times. Carter didn’t want a mindless slave and he loved his wife’s perspective on things but there was no denying that he also loved that he could demand Anna kneel wherever, whenever and that she would do it for him. She was his submissive 24/7 and Carter had full control.
Advocating for equality in the workplace was different than her true feelings and they both knew it, whether Anna was ready to admit it or not. Anna believed wholly in the idea that men were superior to women in almost all ways. Anna’s body was for male pleasure, but she had enough of a mind to say that she only wanted Carter to take from it. She would defer to his knowledge and experience always, submitting from here on out to his demands and ideas now that she had expressed herself enough for him to know that she was open to pain and pleasure, his woman eternally.
Even if Carter didn’t want a slave, he had one. It wasn’t legal to own them in this day and age, but that was Anna’s core desire. She could play the role of devoted wife well, but she could also be used and abused just as one would not feel comfortable treating their wife. She was anything Carter wanted her to be.
Vanessa rested her head against Anna’s pillowy breasts and pressed herself closer. Carter stroked Annaleigh’s hair gently and she tossed him a sweet smile, eyes shining. She was satisfied for now but as the amorous playtime wound down Anna became impatient for the dungeon. Still, she forced herself to lay there for what seemed like forever until Carter decided it was time.
She had just closed her eyes as her body relaxed and she began to doze when a large hand fisted in her hair and yanked her head up forcefully until she was clumsily settled on her knees, casted leg throbbing. Anna focused on her husband’s stoic face. He was impassive, looking down at her as her back arched and his strength pulled her upper body from the carpet by the roots of her hair. The sharp spike of pain made her gasp, eyes rolling back momentarily before tracking back to Carter’s.
The clock on the wall over his shoulder told her it had been almost half an hour that they had been laying there.
It was time.
Anna waited for him to speak, enjoying the way he glanced over her as though she was nothing but a toy to him (as she loved him to treat her during playtime, and anytime, really); she wondered just how he would punish her body and make her cry over the evening as she knew that Carter would do his best to make this a memorable experience for her and encourage his little painslut to look forward to her nights, possibly even shackled in the dungeon.
She wondered if she behaved badly enough if he’d strap her up to one of his torture devices and leave her down there alone, waiting for his attention in the dark silence of the private room while he went off to work or kept busy while his wife was punished. She wanted that so badly - knowing her husband was sleeping like a baby in her their large California King with his silken sheets while she was strung up like a nasty whore by her wrists or ankles somewhere in the basement.
“Fuck,” she muttered, pussy clenching. That image was so deliciously sexy that Anna couldn’t imagine anything better: she wanted that so badly! The sound was unintentional, and she watched Carter’s eyes narrow before he struck her across the face, slap stinging and knocking her head to the side for her impertinence; Anna had not been told to speak, her Dominant expecting her to remain silent until he ordered her otherwise. That slap caused her to whimper in excitement and it took another two hits before she could bite her tongue, coppery taste of blood hitting her tastebuds as she bit down to muffle her pleased cry.
Vanessa watched quietly, anxiety present in her expression. She knew that the couple enjoyed very rough sex, but she had not witnessed just how violent they could truly be. Carter had hit his wife previously and Anna always did seem to like it, love it even, but she was curious as to the limit.
Anna had her safeword. Everyone in the room was aware. Would she use it? If she did, everything would immediately stop. Vanessa wasn’t stupid enough to believe that Carter would push Anna past that if she wasn’t enjoying their sex. Watching him now, one would think that Annaleigh was nothing but a trollop held captive under the powerful influence of one of the most wanted men in the world as he got his sick rocks off. One would never think that Carter Anderson loved the woman on her knees in front of him.
Anna’s attention was drawn to the stiff erection standing tall in front of her face, dripping copious strings of precum already, before dropping her gaze to Carter’s feet as a decent submissive would do - never disrespect your Dominant with direct eye contact if not directed to do so. Still, Anna was antagonistic at her basest form. She didn’t like behaving herself if she knew it would lead to Carter beating the shit out of her.
Her lips curled into a dangerous smirk. Her tone was dark and practically singsong as she began to speak.
“Do you like hurting women who can’t fight back, Sir? Your dick is so hard just from slapping a dirty whore across the face — what will happen when you actually have her tied down and crying for you to stop? Would you rape her? Take what you want from her with that massive fucking cock because she’s so pretty in her pain? I bet you’d like it, you sick fuck.”
Raising green eyes to meet Carter’s own, she watched amusement curl over his lips, enjoying their little game.
They were both thinking about the time Carter had held her down in that hotel room on their first business trip together and fucked her pussy stupid as Annaleigh cried. Despite her immediate feelings of disgust, when Anna thought back on it on those nights she was indescribably horny, all she could feel was intense pleasure. That had been the best sex of her life and they both knew it. She had liked the way he had held her down with his body and fucked into her in quick deep thrusts and filled her quim full of cum before leaving her there like his personal fuckdoll. Sharp words had been exchanged and nasty comments regarding that night had come forward when Josh and Megan found out, but Anna never regretted that evening. She needed him to know. She wanted him to “rape” her again. Consensual nonconsent was high on her fantasy list.
“I still remember when you raped me in that hotel. My boyfriend had no idea what you were doing to me, but the feeling of you fucking me while I begged you to stop and cried my little eyes out... I bet that’s what got you off; that I couldn’t stop you and that you owned me. Even then you knew it. You’d have your whole lifetime to use my body however you pleased whether I wanted it or not,” she told him, each word landing like a punch in the chest. “You could have had me like that in the hospital too — rutting on top of me while I laid there hopelessly in that bed, paying the hospital staff to keep their fucking traps shut while you did it. You’ve got so many chances to take advantage of me and it makes my pussy so wet.”
“Your wife...” Anna paused, eyes glimmering, “doesn’t have to know that her husband is one disgusting motherfucker that enjoys making girls cry. How badly you need that. Do you like hurting women, Carter Anderson? That’s okay - in this world all about male supremacy, it’s an honour to serve you.”
There. The honest truth. In their day-to-day lives, Annaleigh was a strong independent woman. In her personal life with Carter, Anna enjoyed bending her spine and showing him the respect he deserved at all times. Carter didn’t want a mindless slave and he loved his wife’s perspective on things but there was no denying that he also loved that he could demand Anna kneel wherever, whenever and that she would do it for him. She was his submissive 24/7 and Carter had full control.
Advocating for equality in the workplace was different than her true feelings and they both knew it, whether Anna was ready to admit it or not. Anna believed wholly in the idea that men were superior to women in almost all ways. Anna’s body was for male pleasure, but she had enough of a mind to say that she only wanted Carter to take from it. She would defer to his knowledge and experience always, submitting from here on out to his demands and ideas now that she had expressed herself enough for him to know that she was open to pain and pleasure, his woman eternally.
Even if Carter didn’t want a slave, he had one. It wasn’t legal to own them in this day and age, but that was Anna’s core desire. She could play the role of devoted wife well, but she could also be used and abused just as one would not feel comfortable treating their wife. She was anything Carter wanted her to be.