IV: Sandwiched

Caught With Pants Down Episode 4

KAREN

Holly’s strap-on didn't let Damon’s hard work go to waste. It stretched me out all over again, her hands gripping my ass ruthlessly.

Her touch was softer than his, her strokes less selfish. With Holly, it wasn’t just about her own pleasure; she was getting off entirely on the sight of me squirming beneath her dominant grip.

I sighed, letting my head drop back as her lips nestled right behind my earlobe. She twirled her hips, grinding the cold silicone deep inside my aching core.

And then she pulled out, leaving only the very tip pulsing against me. That was when I felt it. Something far deeper than the regular shoves and thrusts.

"That’s your sweet spot, Karen," Holly whispered against my skin. "Now I'm going to focus right on it, because you deserve the best. You're going to beg me to stop because it's going to feel so good—but I won't. I want you to enjoy every agonizing second of it."

Every deliberate, soft movement shattered what was left of my defenses. I was flooding, my clit throbbing from the intense, focused pleasure. A knot of pure tension was building rapidly in my core. Each stroke, each wicked tug threatened to crash it all.

Holly grabbed my chin, forcing my head up. "Look at you," she commanded, glancing toward our reflection in the massive mirror.

I willed my eyes open to look at the sin we’d painted across the night. This sweet, taboo masterpiece we were devouring in our private luxury apartment—paid for entirely by Damon’s black card.

It was barely a dent in his finances. Damon’s family possessed wealth spanning millions, a dynasty built on old money. In a grand, foolish show of devotion when we met, he had signed a sweeping prenuptial agreement, professing to the world just how much he loved me.

His stepmother had absolutely hated me; she’d even offered me a cool million dollars to stay away from him. But our love had been stronger then. He had promised me forever by signing that prenup.

Yet, he was stupid enough to cheat on me.

If I chose to walk out of this marriage right now, I would leave with a fortune. It wouldn't be everything, but it would be more than enough to nurse my broken heart. Enough to indulge in even more wicked fantasies. Enough to be completely reckless, the exact type of dangerous woman Mark had wanted to keep his son, Damon, away from. The type of woman your daddy warned you to never, ever touch.

Damon should have listened to his old man. Or better yet, he should have just been honest with me. We could have enjoyed all of this together from the start—all the finest, filthiest things in life.

Instead...

Damon got up from the bed, his thick length throbbing.

In the reflection of the mirror, I watched him press his front against Holly’s back, sliding his fingers graciously up her bare thigh. He deliberately distracted her from me, eliciting shaky, breathless moans from her lips as he aligned his crown at her entrance.

A sharp spike of jealousy swarmed in my chest. My knuckles turned white against the hardwood table, my short nails digging into the surface. Holly sighed against me, her sudden shivers shaking straight through my own body.

He finally got to have her. To push his thick, veiny length into the hot woman he’d brought to this apartment to replace me.

But Holly didn't stop. Her strap continued to ravenously hit the roof of my walls, striking my G-spot with every shift of her hips. She didn't even need to do much. If she did, I wouldn't be able to stand. I was already shaking violently, my legs turning to useless noodles beneath me.

Damon rammed into Holly from behind, choking her with pleasure.

We completely crumbled at his will. His beastly thrusts into her intensified my own orgasm, pushing Holly's hips deeper and harder into me. I stared at the reflection of us—how beautiful, how twisted we looked. This could have been a happier night.

Damon grabbed my waist from over Holly’s shoulder, brutally pulling me back against her strap. He buried her deep inside me while burying himself inside her, slamming our slick skins together in a rhythmic, deafening cadence. Sweat slicked off our bodies. Cum dried in my hair. Holly’s juices still sat heavy on my tongue, mixed with the taste of Damon.

My eyes closed shut as Damon pulled Holly back and rammed her into me again and again.

Holly held me tightly, her hands wrapping securely around my torso while her head fell into the crook of my neck. She moaned Damon's name, calling him ‘daddy.’

Then, she called me ‘mommy,’ too.

I can't explain the wild fire that woke up inside me, but I was barely hanging on by a single thread when it hit me. When everything hit me at once.

My waters completely gave way. My legs quivered, and I fell into a pool of my own undone pleasure. I tried to hold it in, but it was far too late.

My squirt pushed its way out of me as violently as Damon was slamming Holly’s strap into me.

I’d never felt this way before, never exploded so completely. It was like someone had turned on a faucet deep inside me. I wet the floor, the warm liquid rolling down my trembling thighs.

Damon didn't pause for a second, continuing to ruthlessly fuck Holly.

He hauled her up, holding her pinned against the mirror, demanding she look at how much she loved to get railed. He tapped her cheeks a bit harshly, and she laughed a breathless, submissive laugh, pushing him to be even more violent with her, to take her over the edge just a bit more.

I weakly pushed myself up from the table. Stepping past them, I pressed a brief, ghost of a kiss to Damon's lips, grabbing a silk robe on my way to the master bathroom.

When I got inside, I shut the heavy door behind me, locking out the sound of their wet friction.

I wanted to shower. To wash off the evidence of our sins. And then do what next?

Climb back into bed with Damon without telling him yet that I was filing for divorce? Be passed around between them again all night, whispering that it was okay?

I swallowed hard at the thought, a dark smile touching my lips. I was too greedy to leave just now. I was far too selfish to end this beautiful, twisted dream. Not just yet.

Holly was going to spend the entire night, and this fantasy could continue for a few more hours.

With that sick, delicious thought nestling into the deepest crevices of my mind, I slid down the bathroom wall. I pulled my knees up and dragged my fingers slowly along my inner thighs, dragging time out as my clit strummed in desperate anticipation.

I sat there in the dark, waiting to be flicked and rubbed, to be pounded and lapped at all over again, while Holly and Damon’s muffled grunts rolled into a beautiful cacophony of sex and deprivation. It was music to my ears. It was lube to my darkest fantasies.

Tomorrow, hearts would break. But tonight, bodies would burn through bodies, and our restraints would have absolutely no line.

I owed it to myself to fully indulge and commit all sins possible.