After a night of intense passion, Jian and his wife face the limits of their relationship as Mr. Davis draws them into a game of dominance and submission in the office. How far are they willing to go?
The air in the room was still thick with the scent of sweat and sex, mixed with the light floral perfume Jian's wife always wore. Golden sunset light filtered through the half-open curtains, casting warm stripes over their still entwined bodies. Jian sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers fascinatingly tracing the now more defined lines of his wife's body. Mr. Davis's spanking had left its mark, not just on the reddened skin of her buttocks, but on something deeper: her posture, her confidence, even the way she breathed. Now, her every movement was a deliberate provocation, as if her body had been sculpted for someone else's pleasure.
She got on all fours in front of him, her huge, round, firm bottom pointing up, her black lace panties still cinched around her hips, but the thin, damp material betrayed how aroused she still was. Her breasts, larger and heavier than ever, hung like ripe fruit, swaying slightly with each breath. Jian couldn't help but gulp as she watched her nipples, dark and rock-hard, brush against the sheet. She looked up at him over her shoulder, her lips parted, her tongue poking out to slowly moisten them. She said nothing, but the message was clear: Do you like what you see?
"Don't tell me you don't enjoy it," he murmured, his voice husky, as he slid a hand down the curve of her back, stopping just where the skin began to redden from the spanking. "You were made for this."
She arched her back, pushing her buttocks toward him in silent invitation. Jian needed no more. He moved closer, his member already hard and throbbing, the tip reddish and glistening with precum. In one swift movement, he pushed the lace of her panties aside, exposing the tight, damp hollow of her anus. He didn't bother removing her clothes; the contrast between the delicate fabric and her bare flesh excited him even more. He pressed the head of his cock against the taut ring, feeling it yield little by little, swallowing him with a wet, obscene sound.
"Oh, shit!" she growled, her nails digging into the sheets. "Like that, fuck, like that!"
Jian empujó con fuerza, sintiendo cómo el calor de su interior lo envolvía, apretado como un puño. Cada centímetro que avanzaba era una lucha deliciosa, su esposa jadeando y maldiciendo entre dientes, pero sin retroceder. Al contrario, empujaba hacia atrás, como si quisiera tragárselo entero. Cuando finalmente estuvo hasta el fondo, con sus pelotas apretadas contra su coño empapado, Jian se quedó quieto un momento, disfrutando la sensación de posesión. Su esposa ya no era solo suya, pero en ese instante, con su polla hundida en su culo hasta la raíz, lo era.
—Eres perfecta —susurró él, inclinándose para morderle el lóbulo de la oreja—. Cada vez que ese hijo de puta te toca, te pones más rica. Más mía.
Ella gimió, el sonido ahogado cuando él comenzó a moverse, sacando la polla casi por completo antes de volver a hundirla con un golpe seco. Las nalgas de ella temblaban con cada embestida, la piel bronceada brillando con una fina capa de sudor. Jian no podía apartar las manos de ella: una en su cadera, clavando los dedos en la carne firme, la otra enredada en su cabello, tirando justo lo suficiente para hacerla arquear la espalda y ofrecerle esos pechos magníficos.
—Dime que te gusta —exigió él, acelerando el ritmo—. Dime que eres una puta para los dos.
—¡Sí! —gritó ella, la voz quebrada—. ¡Soy tu puta, y la de él, y de quien quieras, concha de tu madre!
Jian gruñó, el orgasmo acercándose como un tren desbocado. Pero no quería correrse aún. Quería saborearla, humillarla, recordarle quién la había convertido en esto. Con un movimiento brusco, la hizo girar y la empujó contra el colchón, boca abajo. Las bragas seguían en su lugar, el encaje negro ahora manchado de sus fluidos. Jian se arrodilló entre sus piernas, separándoselas con rudeza, y escupió en su ano antes de volver a penetrarla, esta vez con los dedos, estirándola mientras ella gemía y maldecía.
—Mira qué zorra te has vuelto —dijo, introduciendo un tercer dedo, sintiendo cómo el músculo cedía, entrenado por las pollas de otros hombres—. Te encanta que te usen, ¿verdad? Que te azoten, que te llenen el culo de leche...
—¡Joder, sí! —lloriqueó ella, empujando contra sus dedos—. ¡Más, más!
Pero Jian se detuvo. La sacudió por las caderas, obligándola a ponerse de rodillas de nuevo, esta vez frente a él. Antes de que pudiera reaccionar, la tomó en brazos, como si no pesara más que una pluma, y la llevó así, desnuda salvo por las bragas rotas, hacia el baño. El agua de la ducha ya corría, el vapor empañando el espejo. La puso de pie bajo el chorro caliente, las manos de ella apoyadas en los azulejos mientras él le enjabonaba el cuerpo con movimientos posesivos, deteniéndose en cada marca, cada moretón, como si fueran trofeos.
—El Sr. Davis va a adorar esto —murmuró Jian, pasando los dedos por el agujero de sus bragas, ahora irreconocible—. Mañana en la oficina, te va a poner de rodillas otra vez. Y tú vas a obedecer, como la perra bien entrenada que eres.
She closed her eyes, the water running down her face as a shiver ran through her. It wasn't fear. It was anticipation.
The next day at the office, the atmosphere was different. Mr. Davis greeted them with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, but promised fun. Jian entered carrying his wife in his arms, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, her bare legs dangling as she laughed, feigning resistance. The employees lowered their eyes as they passed, but no one said anything. Everyone knew what happened in that office when the boss's office door closed.
Inside, the cold CEO—a stern-faced woman in an impeccable suit—was already kneeling in the center of the room, her hands tied behind her back. Mr. Davis was holding a strange black leather harness with silicone hooves and udders, along with an array of vibrators of varying sizes.
"Let's play farm, kids," Mr. Davis announced, running a hand through the CEO's hair. She shivered but didn't resist. "Our cow here needs a little... stimulation."
Jian's wife squirmed in his arms, her eyes shining. Jian put her on the floor, but didn't let go. Instead, he kept her flush against his side, one possessive hand on her bottom as they watched Mr. Davis begin dressing the CEO in the harness, adjusting the straps until the fake udders hung obscenely from her chest. Then, unhurriedly, he inserted a penis-shaped vibrator into her pussy, securing it with a strap-on that kept the toy in place, buzzing against her inner walls.
"Oh, and don't forget our mascot," Mr. Davis said, pointing to a corner.
There, crouched like an animal, was one of the office's least attractive employees: a woman with a plain face, a thin body, and clumsy movements. But at that moment, with her mouth open and her tongue lolling out, there was nothing clumsy about the way she licked Mr. Davis's member, which was already hard and glistening with saliva. Every time he moved his hips, she kept pace, moaning as if he were the greatest prize in the world.
"Look how well-behaved she is," Mr. Davis commented, stroking the employee's hair as if she were a dog. "Though you, darling," he said, turning to Jian's wife, "will always be my favorite."
Jian gritted his teeth but said nothing. Instead, he slid a hand under his wife's panties, finding them soaked. She gasped but didn't pull away. Instead, she parted her legs further, inviting him to explore.
Mr. Davis smiled, as if he knew exactly what was going on.
"This is just the beginning," she murmured, as the CEO moaned under the vibrator's onslaught and the employee continued licking like a bitch in heat.
Jian looked at his wife, now more beautiful than ever, more submissive, and knew she was right. This had no end. And, for the first time, he wasn't sure he wanted it to.