He slaps me again so hard that tears well in my eyes as I stare at Andrea.
He thinks he’s won—Lennox broke me.What a fool Andrea is.
Lennox just made me feel powerful. He just fulfilled a fantasy.
“Tell me you’re mine.” The slap rings through the room.
I lick my lips as tears fall and my pussy wets in equal measure.
“I’m yours,” I groan.
And then his hand is between my legs.
Two fingers push into my slit, another at my clit.
I gasp.
My back arches.
My mouth opens.
Every part of me capitulates to him.
I am his.
I feel him everywhere.
The pain.
The pleasure.
The intensity of the onlooking stares as they watch such an intimate act.
It all swirls and forms into a hurricane taking over the room.
Andrea grins.
He truly doesn’t realize what’s happening.
But Lennox does.
And I do.
“Come, my dirty, filthy wife. Come and show them how I command your body. How I control you. How you’re fucking mine.”
I come and see stars—I see a future.
I come screaming Lennox’s name in a room full of vile, dangerous men.
And it’s the hottest fucking thing Lennox, or any man, has done to me.
I want more.
More filth.
More danger.
More desire.
