Chapter 6
"Are you all right this morning, Roger?" Liz asked him, and he shook his head yes. She walked closer to his desk, and moved her hands to his shoulders. She started to massage him gently, and he leaned his head back against her breasts, and looked up at her, his eyes glowing, his lips parted in a slight smile.
"That feels wonderful, Liz," he said to her, moving his head around a little bit to feel the softness of her breasts even more.
"Anything to please. Now why don't you talk about it?"
He really didn't feel like it right now. He was trying to forget what had happened last night, not only between Tisa and himself, but also between Wendy and himself.
After he'd chased Tisa up to her room, and she'd been lying on her bed, trying to cover her face to keep it from being lashed, he'd started whipping her harder. The rage was rushing through his body, and each lashing was one way of unleashing his rage. He was feeling it because he was convinced she was a lying bitch. He was also feeling it because of the way she'd kicked him in the shins, that disobedient slut.
Suddenly, as he'd pulled the leather belt back again, perhaps for the thirtieth time or so, he felt something in his back.
"Stop it, Roger," he heard Wendy say to him. "Stop this right now."
He'd let his raised arm fall slowly to his side, and he'd turned his head. He could see her holding a sharp steak knife in both hands. The point of it was pressing against his back, not hard enough to cut into him (he probably would have killed Wendy later if she'd cut him), but hard enough to make her point come across clearly.
"I don't want you to whip her anymore," Wendy was saying, and he could see how shaky her hands were, even both of them held together.
"It's the only way," he said to her. "It's the only way to get her to listen."
"No. Look at her. Look at what you've done to her."
He looked at his daughter on the bed, in tears. But her tears, just like his wife's tears, didn't move him. He had always thought a woman cried just to get a man to do whatever the fuck she wanted him to do for her. In this case, he thought Tisa was crying so he wouldn't whip her anymore.
And yet, he was sure that his whipping had not even taught her a lesson.
He raised his arm again, almost as a kind of test to see what Wendy would do, and when he felt more pressure from her knife, he let his arm fall. He turned and walked right out of the room, but he stood by the door and listened.
Wendy moved right over to Tisa and sat on the bed. She started to stroke the girl's hair, and she kissed Tisa's forehead gently.
"It's going to be all right," she was saying softly. "It's going to be all right, Tisa. Don't you worry about anything. Don't you worry."
"I hate him so. much," Tisa was saying. "He's such a bastard. You should only know what a bastard he is. I hate him."
"No, don't talk that way. If you could only learn to love him more, it would be so much better for all of us. Try love instead of hate."
"How can you say that?" Tisa asked. "How can you say that. If you only knew that ... no. No. Forget it. Forget it. It's better for you to keep loving him."
"My, what a foolish thing to say. Now you go shower and get ready to eat."
Dinner was silent, and the mood was tense. He sat facing his wife, and nobody spoke a word. The only sound was the passing of dishes and the clanking of silverware and glasses, but that was all. Tisa hardly seemed to have an appetite, and he noticed that she could hardly sit down all the way on her chair, even though Wendy had put a pillow there for her to sit on.
And he waited. He waited and thought about what he would do.
After dinner, Wendy and Tisa sat in the den watching television. At about ten, Tisa got up to go to sleep. She kissed her mother good night, then turned to him.
"Good night," she said, in a voice that was so cold icicles came from her mouth.
And he waited a little bit longer. He wanted to make sure that Tisa would be sleeping, and also, he wanted to make sure that he and Wendy would be in their bedroom. He could tell that she was still angry with him. He sensed it in her every move, and he didn't care. If anyone should have been pissed off, he knew, he should be.
"I'm going up to sleep now," he said to her.
"Good night then. I'm really not tired. I'm going to stay up."
He knew she was doing it because she might have even sensed what he had planned. He didn't mind one bit. The two of them had gotten up early that morning, and they'd talked about how he'd whipped Tisa after the cop brought her home. He knew that she couldn't have that much energy left. Wendy would have to come to bed soon.
So he got undressed and got out a few belts. He put one under the pillows so he would just be able to reach for it, and he lay there for a while. He started to think of things that would make him hot. It had been a long time since he'd fantasized about Wendy in this kind of way, but he was.
His cock began to surge with blood, and he wrapped his large hand around his large cock and started to jerk himself slowly. He could feel the surging pleasure rushing through his body, and he closed his eyes and moaned softly to himself.
When Roger was feeling pleasure, he could lose all track of time, and the pleasure that he felt while jerking on his dick was great. He made sure not to come, and when he heard her voice a while later, he looked at the clock. He had been in bed for about two hours already, letting his fantasy take him away, though not far enough away so that he would be coming.
"What do you think you're doing?" Wendy asked him as she stepped into the room.
"What does it look like I'm doing? Jerking off."
She'd started to get undressed, and with her back to him, she said it.
"Good. I hope you come soon. Don't expect me to do anything to help."
What a fucking cunt bitch, he was thinking, but he said nothing.
As she slipped out, of her clothing, he looked at her naked body. She turned and noticed the way he was looking at her. For the first time in years she walked over to her dresser drawer and pulled out a nightie.
"What are you putting that on for?" he asked her.
"What do you think? It's a little cold here in this room. Don't you sense it?"
She was the only one who was being cold, he knew. That was what she meant, he knew that, too. For he was feeling nice and hot, and his hard bobbing cock was a sure indication of that feeling running through him.
When she lay down, he turned her back on him. Slowly, he reached for one of her hands, and she let him stroke it for a few seconds.
In fact, he was thinking that he had gotten her to submit to him. He thought that until he moved her hand over to his cock. Once she knew that he wanted her to jerk him, she pulled her hand away from his.
"Leave me alone," she said softly. "I just want to sleep. That's all."
"All right," he told her. "If that's all. Do what you want."
But he was still persistent, because he knew that he would get what he wanted. He started to rub himself against her back. She had to be able to feel his cock through her sheer nightie, and he started to lick her ear.
That was when she rolled over to face him. And as far as he was concerned, the bitch started the whole thing.
"Leave me alone, you prick," she said, pushing at him.
And that was all. He grabbed her hand, and then he slapped her hard across the face. He could sense the panic in her that second, and he knew how easy it would be to really get at her now. He threw his body on top of hers, his weight slamming down on her flesh, leaving her without any energy.
"You fucking cunt," he said, as he started to grab at her hands.
She had to sense what he was trying to do to her. She kept trying to pull her hands free. She kept trying to scratch and claw at him, and he knew she had no chance. He spoke as he started to pull the leather strap out from beneath the pillows.
"When I'm disciplining that bitch, don't you dare step in and make me out to be the fool. Do you hear me, you royal cunt? Do you hear me? How the fuck do you think I feel when you do something like that in front of her? It makes her lose all respect for me. Don't you know that, you bitch? Don't you know that?"
"She has no respect for you, you shitface," Wendy had said.
"She will learn it, if you don't butt in, bitch," he screamed, and by that time, he already had the strap wrapped around her wrists. He was holding it tight so that she couldn't loosen it. He tied a knot in the belt strap, and then he tied the end of it to the headboard above the bed.
He still had his body weight pressed down on her, and as he started to slide down her body, slowly, he pulled at her nightie. He ripped it from one shoulder, and with one more firm pull he ripped it off her body.
"You bastard," she screamed, as he started to slide between her legs.
He reached for another belt that he'd left near the floor. As he spread her legs and she kept kicking, he whipped her hard on the belly. She stopped kicking that second, and looked at him in such an evil way.
"You fucking prick. I hate your goddamn guts, you prick."
"Shut up, bitch," he said, and when she tried to kick him again, he lashed her thigh as hard as he had lashed the belly. He hit her thigh again, and she seemed to weaken, realizing that he would surely move the lashings closer to her pussy in a few seconds, if the bitch didn't watch herself.
Then, he moved his mouth right down to her pussy. He pressed his tongue into her dry cunt, and he started to lick her clit. It wasn't even stiff, and he could feel the way it was not responding. He sucked it between his lips, and even started to wiggle it back and forth while sucking it. Wendy usually went crazy when he did that.
She was resisting him, he knew. He felt it when she started to lock her legs around his head. She started to squeeze her thighs so fucking tight.
He could feel his ears ringing when she did that, and his only defense was the thick leather whip. He managed to get her right on the tits, really hard, and she let out a groan as she felt the stinging cutting whip.
She also loosened her leg lock, and he started to eat her again. When he sensed that she was not getting turned on, he started to spit into her pussy. He was going to fuck her whether she wanted it or not, because his cock was raging hard and he knew that he wanted it. A dry pussy wouldn't be fun, though.
When Wendy had felt him spitting, she knew what she was in for. She started to purposely thrust her cunt up and down against his face, hard. Her cunt was slapping him in the face, and he pressed his hand hard on her belly.
"Cut that shit out," he said to her, in a gruff tone of voice.
As he felt her pussy getting wetter, more from his spit but a little from her own juices, he started to push her legs up. She still kept moving them around to try and keep him from getting into her.
He held the belt in his hand. When he had her legs up, he smashed the leather down on her ass so hard, that she let out a groan. He felt her legs going limp, and while that was happening, he rammed his dick into her.
She opened her mouth as if she was going to scream. He held the belt in both hands then, and pressed it down against her throat, choking her.
"Just shut your fucking mouth, you bitch. I won't kill you, but I won't let you scream out either. This is all a punishment for doing what you did when I was whipping Tisa. You'd better learn not to interfere. If I let you raise her, she would be the most spoiled little rotten bitch in the world."
He was fucking her nice and hard as he spoke, slamming his dick in and out of her pussy. He loved the way his groin felt when he thrust in and it slapped against her fleshy buttocks. He moaned softly as he felt her pussy spasming hard around his cock, and he finally eased up on the leather choker because she was gagging too much.
"Yeah, now feel this dick and remember who's in power here," he was moaning, as he kept slamming himself in and out of her.
Soon, he could feel the way her cunt was responding, and he was happy about that. It meant that he still turned her on physically, and that was good. After all she had been doing her best to try and resist him, and he'd broken her defenses.
Soon, he was moving his mouth down to one heaving tit, sucking the nipple between his lips and teeth, biting gently into her. He felt his raging dick starting to throb hard, but he made sure to slow down.
"Come in me already, you fucking bastard," she said to him, and he slapped her across the face with his hand. It was a kind of dare, and she knew it. She looked at him, and she said it again. "Fucking bastard."
He slapped her again. And that went on for a few minutes, almost as if it was a test of wills. She wanted to see if she could get in the last work, and seeing as how she was bound, and he had her legs pushed up over her head, he knew that she wasn't going to get the last word. He slapped her each time she called him a fucking bastard, even though her cheek was swollen after the third hard slap. .
As long as she was going to keep challenging him in this way, he was going to keep slapping her. He was going to be the winner.
In the end, no one really won. He started to throb hard in her cunt.
He felt the way this orgasm was going to be powerful, and there was no reason to slow down and try to keep from coming. The longer he fucked her, the more unpleasant she was making the atmosphere for fucking, and he wanted to come before some of her words might turn him off completely.
He smashed his hand across her face just as he shot off his first load of cream into her pussy, and he moaned loud in her ear.
"Yeah, you hot cunt. Take this goddam come of mine. Take it, you bitch. It's all for you. It's what you always wanted."
He could feel her cunt spasming around him, and he could feel the way her body was starting to sweat a little bit. Her flesh soon had a nice wet glow to it, and he kept rubbing his chest against her nipples and tits.
When his dick stopped shooting off, he still stayed inside of her. He loved the way her pussy kept his dick nice and warm after he would come, and he didn't pull out until his cock just went limp and it slid out.
As he rolled off her, he lay to one side of her. He rubbed his body against hers and started to lick her ear a little bit. But she turned her head on him, and he just untied her and got out of bed.
He picked up a blanket and a pillow, and walked down the hall to the guest room.
"Good," he thought he heard her say, but he didn't care. He sensed that she wanted him to sleep in another room, and rather than have her say it and think that she might have triumphed, he made the gesture so it looked like it was his idea.
Besides, he didn't trust her once she was free. He remembered her with the knife pressing against his back, and wouldn't have put it past her to try it while he slept.
He locked the guest room door so she could not get in, and he had a pretty good night's sleep, except for the fact that she didn't wake him in time. So when he got up he hopped into the shower, dressed quickly, and sat at the breakfast table while the three of them ate in silence. Except for a few words spoken by Tisa.
"Mother, where did you get those bruises on your cheek?" she asked Wendy, and Wendy just looked at him so Tisa did, too. And the girl knew.
So it had not been the best of nights for him. He was doing what he thought a father should do to discipline his daughter, and then when his wife turned on him, he had to discipline her, too, so that she would remember her place from now on.
As Liz was massaging his shoulders, he loved it. He could see the way the black-haired vixen was looking down at him, and she was licking her lips gently. Her massage was easing all the tension he was feeling, too.
He started to lick his lips, and then, he felt her leaning over. She pressed her lips down against his, and as she did, he opened his a little bit more. She thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, and as he started to suck on it, he could feel a heat blazing through his body.
When the kiss ended, she still kept her hot breasts pressed against the back of his head, and she started to slide her hands down his chest.
"I've wanted something like this to happen for months, you know," she said to him. "I've sensed that it would happen. But how come it's taken so long?"
"I don't know," he said to her, lying. He just hadn't wanted it to start all over again, his fucking with a secretary and all. He remembered what had happened with his hot redheaded secretary about five years ago.
But there seemed to be no sign that anything bad would happen now.
She slid her hands all the way down his chest, and she was leaning over as she moved them to his crotch and started to massage him. He moaned as he felt her hands playing with his cock bulge, and then she started to move around to the side.
He pulled his chair out from under his desk, and she slipped to her knees between his legs. Her fingers worked fast as they opened his zipper, and she reached into his pants and pulled his hard dick right out.
"Oh, it's fantastic," she moaned, as she stuck her tongue out and flicked it right over the head, licking away a drop of come or two.
Liz loved the taste of it, and she opened her mouth even wider and started to slide her lips down the silky cock pole.
She inhaled deeply, and held the head of his cock in her throat. She just loved the way his cock head seemed to fit so perfectly in her throat, and she started to moan around it as she slid her hand up to cup his balls.
He had to see what she looked like, he knew. He had been hoping something like this would happen too. He had known it would, though the reason it took so long was because he had been fighting it for as long as she'd been working for him. There was no reason in the world to fight it now.
He opened her blouse buttons slowly, and he looked at her tits. She was not wearing a bra, and her tits were nice and big and fleshy. He loved it when she sat up a little bit, and pointed his cock head at her tits. She leaned forward, and he felt the way his cock was soon nestling between her hot breasts.
He started to thrust up and down, fucking her tit cleavage.
Liz leaned forward and moved her mouth as close to her tits as possible. She pressed her tongue out from between her lips, and each time he would thrust upward and his cock head would appear from between her tits, her tongue would make contact with the head, and he was loving it.
Even though it was turning him on, he still wanted to see more of her. He leaned forward a little bit, and started to move his hands down to her skirt. It was awkward for him to do that and keep fucking her tits at the same time.
So Roger was happy when she slid her skirt zipper open, and then wiggled her hips so that her skirt slid down. He was happier when he saw the way her panties were stained in the front, from her dripping cunt cream. And he was happiest when she started to move her hand to her panties, and pushed them down.
He saw her dark cunt patch, and her wet cunt lips. She moved her fingers to her pussy and started to wiggle her clit back and forth, and he could see the way there was already some cream sliding down her fingers. He managed to slide his fingers into her for a second or two, and as he pulled them up to his nose and inhaled her sweet pussy scent, his cock started to throb. He could feel the way he throbbed between her soft breasts, and he moaned so loud as he started to come. He could not hold back.
The first load of come shot right between her tits, and she could feel it. He thought that she might have been upset, but she moaned rather loud herself. Then she pulled her tits away from his shooting cock and moved her mouth right down over his cock head, sucking it between her lips. She worked her tongue back and forth over the head of his cock while he was coming, and he loved it.
He could feel the way she was even sucking harder, so her tongue flicks along with his suction was a wonderful combination.
As he shot off all his come, she kept his dick in her mouth, and he was happy that she kept it there for a long time.
Then, when she stood up, she moved her pussy to his face. He buried his face between her thighs, loving the heat of her flesh against his cheeks. He stuck his tongue out and started to wiggle her clit back and forth.
"Oh, I love it," she moaned softly. "I love the way that feels."
"It tastes pretty wonderful, too," he moaned, as he sucked a thick load of come right out of her pussy, and let it slide down his throat.
She started to reach for his dick, and she felt the way he was still only semi-hard, but that was all right. She knew he would be fully hard really soon.
She kept sliding her hand up and down his cock shaft, and he did swell a little bit. Then, she knew what he wanted him to do, but she was scared to ask. However, she was on the verge of coming hard in his mouth, and knew this would help her come better.
"Slap my ass, hard," she said to him. "Use your hand for now."
He looked up at the pleased expression on her face, and he smashed his hand down on her ass. He felt her flowing even harder, and he felt a surge in his cock, which he knew she had to be able to feel, too.
"Again," she said. "Again. It'll get your cock hard."
Then, when he was fully hard, she started to sit on him. He felt the warmth of her pussy, and he moaned.
"This is going to be the start of something good."