Chapter 4

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.