After that day, she couldn’t stay away
Every office visit started with her pretending to ask questions about the previous lecture-and ended with her choking on his huge cock, or squealing into his hands as he pounded her pussy from behind.
You’re mine now,” he’d growl, biting into her back as he stuffed her full. “My perfect little fuck toy.”
And Pamela?
She loved it.
She loved the way he manhandled her, the way he used her. She loved the sting of his belt, the ache of his fingers digging into her hips. She loved how he made her beg, and how he made her break.
Most of all?
She loved that he knew-that behind the sweet choir girl façade, she was nothing but a dirty, desperate slut.
And she never wanted it to stop
But what happened on today was different; his wife had almost caught them.
She hurried down the sidewalk towards her off campus house. The cool morning air did nothing to soothe the heat simmering beneath her skin.
“His wife almost caught us.”
The thought should have terrified her. It did terrify her-but not in the way it should have. Instead of shame, a thrill shot through her at the memory of hiding in the bathroom, bound and dripping, listening to Richard lie effortlessly to his wife.
She bit her lip, adjusting the sleeves of her sweater to cover the faint red marks the rope had left around her wrist.
She pushed open her front door to see Sophia her roommate sprawled on the couch, scrolling through her phone. Sophia looked up, relief flashing across her face.
“Jesus, Pam,” she exhaled. “You didn’t reply any of my texts. I was about to send out a search party.”
Pamela forced a laugh, slipping off her shoes. “Sorry, my phone died. The study session finished late, so I crashed at a friend’s place.”
“That’s right,” Pamela thought to herself. “A study session-with Richard.”
Sophia’s eyes narrowed slightly-just enough to make Pamela’s pulse spike-but she didn’t press further. “Well, next time, borrow someone’s charger. You know I worry.”
“I will,” Pamela promised, already edging towards the hallway. “I’m gonna take a bath, I’ll be back”
Sophia nodded, turning back to her phone
The second the bathroom door locked behind her, she peeled off her clothes. The mirror showed the aftermath-bruises on her hips, the faint outline of his teeth on her shoulder, her pussy still swollen and tender.
She stepped into the shower, the scalding water spreading over her flushed skin. Steam rose around her as she leaned against the tiles, her fingers already trailing down her stomach.
The memory of all that happened that morning crashed over her at once
“You love this, don’t you? Being my filthy little fuck toy?”
She bit back a moan, her fingers circling her clit with rough, desperate strokes. Her other hand slid lower, two fingers slipping into her soaked wet pussy. She whimpered, imagining it was Richard’s cock filling her up. The pleasure built until her thighs trembled
“Daddy-“ she choked out, as the long delayed orgasm ripped through her..
She fell against the shower wall, panting, and as the water washed away the evidence of all that had happened that morning, Pamela knew one thing for certain-Richard held her soul.
“Wednesday-“she whispered, alone.
Pamela opened her eyes slowly to the sounds of the waste disposal truck outside. It was already 6am. She could feel Jason's arm wrapped over her waist. The had both fallen asleep on the couch after their 'activity'. For a moment, she just lay there absorbing everything as the events of last night replayed in her mind. For the first time, she had been in control-the one commanding the pleasure- and she loved it. Probably side effects of Richard. Jason shifted beside her, his fingers brushing her hips as he woke up. "Morning," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Pamela turned to face him, her lips curling into a smile. "Morning." He stared into her eyes, his own eyes still heavy with sleep. And with a rough morning voice, he asked. "Last night...was that okay?" She laughed softly, nudging at him. "You're asking me that now?" Jason grinned. "I just want to make sure you're good." Pamela touched his chin "I'm more than good " He exhaled deeply, then took her hand
The apartment was quiet when Pamela unlocked the door, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant chatter of the TV Sophia had left on. Jason followed her inside, looking around a little bit confused.“Make yourself at home,” she said, tossing her keys onto the counter. The dim glow of the table lamp cast long shadows across the living room, softening the edges of everything.He sank into the couch with a sigh, stretching his arms along the backrest. “Feels like home."Pamela smirked. “You say that every time.” “Because it’s true every time.” She rolled her eyes but smiled as she walked to the fridge. She stretched her and and brought out two cold bears. When she turned, Jason was watching her, his gaze lingering on the curve of her ass. She smiled to herself. “Here.” She handed him a bottle"Thanks." She sat beside him, closer than necessary, their thighs almost touching. "So, what do you wanna do?" Jason chuckled. “I don't know...how about we watch a movie
" So what fancy place are you taking me to this time." Pamela asked, smiling as Jason drove." It's a surprise... wouldn't want to ruin it."Pamela laughed. Jason always made her laugh.After a ten minutes drive, they arrived at a an Italian restaurant just before the highway.As Jason led her through the door, Pamela's eyes beamee oth surprise. "Where in the world did you find this place?" Jason smiled like a school boy." I use to come here with my family back in highschool. They sell the best spaghetti and meat balls."They were ushered to their table in a warm, cozy corner bedside the glass window. Jason pulled out her chair, and she sank into it with a small smile. So,” Jason said, seating across from her, “tell me something I don’t know about you.” Pamela smiled. “Like what?”"I dont know?” He grinned." Anything. Something embarrassing. Something you don't tell people often."She laughed, swirling her wine glass. “That’s a dangerous question.” “I live for danger,” he tease
Pamela blinked. "What faculty dinner?" "The Annual Faculty Dinner & Awards Night," Sophia said, like it was obvious. "It’s this saturday Students can come if they’re invited. And you’re my plus-one." Pamela’s stomach dropped. "No." "Yes." "No, Sophia." "Pam. Richard will be there." "That’s exactly why I’m not going!" "Wrong. That’s exactly why you are going." Sophia’s eyes gleamed. "You show up looking like a goddess on Jason’s arm, and Richard gets to watch you move on. That’s how you get over someone—by showing them they lost you." Pamela opened her mouth to argue, but Sophia cut her off. "And before you say no—just think about it. One night. One chance to walk in there like you own the place. No tears. No regrets. Just you, being untouchable." Pamela hesitated. The idea was equal parts terrifying and thrilling. Sophia smirked. "I’ll take that silence as a yes." Pamela groaned. Sophia clapped her hands. "Okay. Dress time." "What? Now ?" "Uh, yes now. We
The hallway seemed so endless as Pamela walked silently. Beside her was Sophia casting worried glances at her every two seconds. There was a hole in her chest, a hole so deep that the pain could not be explained by mere words. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand to clean up the remaining tears. She was no longer crying, but she didn't feel any better. When they reached the entrance, Sophia broke the silence. "Should we order a ride?" Pamela shook her head. "No. I can walk." Sophia didn't argue. They stepped into the sunlight and kept walking. Around them were students laughing, and gisting, but none of the conversations reached Pamela's ears. All she could hear was Richard's voice. "It was the only choice." He had no right to make that choice alone. Sophia bumbed her shoulders gently. "You okay? Wanna talk about it?" "Don't worry. I'm fine." Sophia gave her a look. "Doesn't seem like that to me." "Everything is fine, Sophia. I just... confirmed what I already knew. No
The moment Richard closed the door, regret set in instantly. He summoned all he composure in the world to walk down he hallway to the parking lot and to his car. But the moment he stepped inside the car he opened the box in his heart and er everything out."Shit...shit.... fuck," he screamed loudly slamming his fists on the steering wheel. "What did I just do?" Of course he didn't want her to leave-to move on...with Jason. "Fuck Jason." His heart was screaming back at him. He should have told her how he really felt. He should have told her Eleanor was a liar and manipulatorz but instead he told her to move on. Nature gave him another chance, brought it right to his doorstep. And what did he do? He spat right in nature's face. This time around he was sure he'd lost Pamela for real. If there were any atom of love or feelings she had for him, it was all gone."Why do I have to ruin everything I touch?" A thought came to him to step out and rush after her-tell her he wanted her back m