“I just don’t understand how I’m going to get all this done.” Sharon said as she whizzed past her boyfriend in the kitchen of their apartment, pacing like a champion and really getting into the thick of her anxiety spiral.
“You don’t have to do any of it.” Jack said from his seat at the table, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the dark wood and taking a sip of his beer. The back and forth carried tired yet familiar tension of a discussion that’s happened dozens of times.
“Well she’s not going to be able to do it herself, and I’m not going to let her lose her car, or her house.” Sharon whirled as she said it, making another run around the table before Jack had finished his next sip.
“Your sister needs help, but that doesn’t mean doing *everything*. We can head over there this weekend, nothing is going to happen before then. You’re going to run yourself ragged. She has a husband, it’s time for him to do something.” Sharon rolled her eyes, but stopped in front of Jack and sighed. He took her hand, pulling her towards him and looking into her eyes.
“We will go this weekend. I promise.” Sharon opened her mouth to respond, and clasped it shut while the same stressed throughs clearly ran through her brain.
“I need a *Time out*.*”* The words rushed out of her mouth, a flavor of desperation coloring the way she pressed herself against Jack’s chest.
“Right now?” He said it softly, tilting her head up towards him. She nodded quickly. Jack finished the rest of his beer and pulled her around him, pressing her down on the table. The wood was cool against her cheek, and she exhaled as he pulled her skirt up.
“Very well.” He leaned over her, digging his teeth into her shoulder as he ground himself into her ass.
“You are…” He whispered into her ear, the sound slithering into her ear like a spell.
“Yours, Sir.” Sharon said gratefully, feeling the thoughts begin to leave her head as Jack spanked her a couple of times, the *slap* explosive in the quiet kitchen.
“That’s right. And your brain is…” *Slap, slap.*
“Off, Sir!” *Slap, slap.* She moaned into the table when he next leaned down, her ass red under his hand and her cheek red under his lips.
“Not yet. But we’re going to take care of that, aren’t we?” Sharon nodded dazedly as Jack forced his knee between her legs, roughly spreading them and pulling her underwear to the side.
“Yes, please, pl-*OH FUCK*!” He was inside her, his cock shoving its way into her shuddering body as Sharon reached the level of oblivion she’d been begging for. Jack sunk his hand into her hair, dragging her head back as he began to fuck her.
Sharon mixed screams and moans as she lost herself in Jack’s rough thrusts, with the odd yelp whenever he tugged on her hair.
*No time to think, no time to worry, no time to breathe* was the tenet of a *Time Out,* something Sharon could request whenever she was losing control of her anxiety.
Jack picked up speed, shifting inside her with every thrust and landing spanks on her already red ass.
I’m, I’m, Iiiii…!” Sharon trailed off into a wordless shriek of release as her body shuddered beneath Jack, and he held her close until it had subsided. He slowly pulled out of her, planting a much softer kiss onto her ass before he walked around the table to grab his phone.
“Get cleaned up. I think we’ll need to order in tonight.” She bit her lip as she forced herself to stand up, stumbling to the bathroom with a grin.
“Yes, Sir.”
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