–Early Saturday morning–
After raping her ass I carried Samantha to the bathroom. She trembled in my arms, her eyes focused on some unseen point far away. First I sat her down on the toilet and let her have her post sex piss. She seemed to be on autopilot, she did little more than sway on the toilet while I started to fill the large jacuzzi tub with water I would have found scalding. Sam always loved baths at a temperature that felt like punishment to me. When it was half full and the steam was rising off the water’s surface I picked her up off the toilet and lowered her in. The water burned my skin but it was good to feel her tension melt from under my hands and watched her eyes come back to the moment.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can untie your hands just yet,” I said, clearing her hair from her face. “I’m going to clean up our mess from earlier then I’ll come check on you okay? You need anything baby?”
“Pillow” she murmured. I rolled up a towel and put it behind her head. “Thank you,” she said.
When I got back from cleaning up she was curled up in a ball, knees coming just above the water.
“You raped me.” She said.
“I did.” I said sitting beside her on the edge of the tub
“I wanted you yesterday. All-day. So bad. Then you hurt me,” She looked up with glassy eyes “Why?”
“Well the long answer is complicated but the easy thing to say is, I wanted to.”
“Are you going to hurt me more?”
“I might,” I said and stroked her head. “part of that depends on how obedient you are. We always enjoyed a good fight.”
“Stop that.” The fire was coming back into her. “Just because we were together then doesn’t give you any right to do this to me. Let me go, someone is going to wonder where I am?”
“Not until Tuesday remember? You were going to lock yourself in all weekend.”
“You won’t get away with this, you’re crazy.”
“I’m glad you’re feeling like yourself again. I think you’re crazy too I just have a few days to give you a crash course before you realize it.”
“What the hell does that even mean?”
“By Monday you’ll be begging for more.”
She went silent at that.
“Come on, I’ll help you get cleaned up and we will go to bed.” I kissed her on the head.
I pulled the drain to the tub and picked her up. I took her to the shower and cleaned us both. Her ass still had residue of olive oil and cum and she flinched when I touched her. I considered pushing her against the wall of the shower and fucking her again, my cock stirred at the idea. But I thought I had put her through enough today. I think she could sense my thoughts because she started to shake. I soaped up my hands and cleaned her whole body. Her tits had fallen ever so slightly than when we were together I spent some extra time rubbing and squeezing them. She let me clean her without struggle and seemed startled when I turned off the water and guided her out without further molestation.
I threw Sam over my shoulder and took her to bed. I laid her down and climbed in beside her. She immediately moved away as far as she could get. That was fine. I pulled up the covers. Sam was asleep already.
–Saturday late morning–
I woke up with Sam snuggled into me and a hard on. Her breathing made me sure she was still asleep. I slid out from under her and moved a pillow in place of my chest, she grumbled a little and rolled away. I pulled back the covers and marveled at her body in the light of day. She had broad shoulders and perfect taper at the waist. The bruises on her back were developing nicely and her round little ass tempted me to add more.
No sense in starting slow. I licked my fingers and started rubbing her pussy. She stirred lightly. Sammy had always been a heavy sleeper. I worked a finger into her and a little scowl crossed her face. I added a finger and pushed deeper into her. My cock was pulsing now. Her insides were hot and getting wetter and chest was rising and falling faster. I squeezed her ass while I fingered her, returning my fingers to my mouth periodically to savor her taste and add my own spit to our mixture.
Her fingers dig into the pillow she was wrapped around. I positioned myself on top of her and lined up with her entrance.
“Wait, please I’m still sore from yesterday.”
“I need you Sammy you, looked so perfect sleeping,” I pushed the tip of my dick into her.
“Please no, it hurts. I’ll suck your dick. Just stop,”
I pulled out of her gently, she gasped a little when I popped out of her. I rolled off of her and ran a hand up and down her back.
“I’d have an easier time if my hands were free,” she said.
“I’ll help you, and if you do good we will see about giving you a little more freedom.” I took her hair in my hands and bunched it together, putting it in the high ponytail she always used to don before giving me head. Luckily with the bed being huge, it was easy to lift her head by her hair and slide around so my lap was right under her face. She went to take me in her mouth but I held her back by her hair.
“If you bite me, Sammy I will hurt you, like you’ve never been hurt before. I will stick a knife up your ass and twist. Do you understand?”
She nodded. I throttled her head hard.
“I need to hear you say you aren’t going to bite me Sammy, and that you know what will happen if you do.”
“I won’t bite you Cee, I believe you’d hurt me.”
“Good girl,” I lowered her head into my lap and succumbed to bliss. She didn’t waste any time, she primed me with some saliva, running her tongue around my tip and shaft, shimmied her body into position and slid my cock all the way down her throat. She hadn’t lost it. Her husband probably never appreciated the gift she has.
Sammy was laying perpendicular to me so I couldn’t see much of her beautiful face but when her tongue slipped forward out of her mouth when she had me in her throat I went wild. As badly as I wanted to fuck her face I was committed to letting her do all the work. And boy did she work. She switched between paying attention to the tip with her tongue, surrounding the the edges of my mushroom head with sensation from her lips and stroking me with the tip of her tongue, and diving her whole face onto my cock until her lips could touch my balls. She used her throat like a pussy, it bulged she fucked my cock with it. Maybe it was because she was a swimmer but it was like she didn’t need to breathe.
Sam descended down my shaft again, this time she licked by balls at the bottom. It was all I could take. I exploded in her throat. She gulped down everything I had to offer. When she tries to pull off she found my hand on the back of her head keeping her on my thick cock till I was ready to release her.
“You enjoyed that.”
“It was the only way to stop you from raping me again.” She was trying to wipe her face off on the pillow, my lap and her face were soaked in spit.
“Here,” I took a corner of the sheet and dabbed the spittle off her face while cradling her head in my lap. Her face registered shock, when we’d dated I hadnt been tender at all. “Sammy, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I ran my hand over her body stopping to squeeze her nipples and stroke her throat.
“Stop it,” she was curling away from me. I placed my hand on the bruise on her upper abs. .
“Remember how much nicer it is when you cooperate.” I let up my hand and she reclined back against me. “Good girl.”
We stayed like that a while until hunger and the need to pee overcame us.
“I think you earned a little more freedom,” I untied her wrists from behind her back. Her poor skin was chafed and bruised black from her struggles. I sat her on the edge of the bed and kissed her torn up wrists and rubbed them with pain cream. I got a sold robe tie from the closet and rebound her hands in front of her. I stood her up and slapped her on the ass “Come on I’ll make us breakfast.”
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