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She scowls at me. “I fucking hate you.”

Well, I don’t think she’s lying.

“You hate me, but admit it, you want me. You’re as perverted as we are. You liked it when Ira fucked you rough last time. She packs nice, right? I love sticking it in my mouth before feeling it slam into my G-spot.” I think she’s going to spit on me. “Use your words.”

“Okay! So I wanted them to keep fucking me like that.”

“It’s true, lovely,” Ira says softly. She’s staring at Stephanie’s ass, but her body is turned toward me. “I could tell she wanted me to dominate her. She was ready to explore that shit.”

“I see. So you wanted Ira to dominate you, but she chose me, didn’t she?” My hand wraps gently around the back of Stephanie’s neck, squeezing. “Is that why you kept bothering us? Because this is what you wanted?”

The belt dangles above her exposed ass. Stephanie finally sputters, “Yes.”

I nod to Ira. She lightly smacks the belt against Stephanie’s ass.

You can barely hear it hit her skin, but she jerks forward, sucking in her breath. I doubt it hurt, but Ira isn’t going to jump in with a new woman and slap her around with a belt. Even I, her more experienced sub, got a couple of practice taps to warm me up.

Nevertheless, it worked. Stephanie lets out a pitiful moan of acquiescence.

“Tell me more,” I say sweetly. “How hot does the thought of us taking you make you?”

I don’t need her to answer. I know. She wants us to decimate her ass and to purge her like I was the other night.

“You’re a dirty girl, Stephanie May.” Another nod. Another light tap with the belt. “You like sex. Not just any sex. You like it when we slam you against the wall and fuck you. You like it when we completely use you like you’re going out of style. You like feeling like a sex toy. You love it when we hold you down and fuck your brains out until you nearly collapse.”

She squeaks in arousal. What kind of naughty thoughts are running through her head? Probably ones similar to mine.

Except I can look at Ira and share a moment of understanding with her. She’s the only person I want to do those things to me. Fuck, now I’m getting aroused.

“Yes, Queen,” Stephanie whispers. “I like those things.”

Ira gives her a slightly harder tap and says, “I like those things too.” I could tease her and imply that Stephanie means something else, but I know what Ira means. “I like doing those things to women like you.” I know she does. That’s why we get along so well.

That and moments like these.

“So we’ve established what a slut you can be,” I say, patting Stephanie’s unzipped back. “That’s good. Hey, no shame. Do you know how many times I’ve asked her to call me a slut during sex? That’s not the only reason you need this. You’ve been a spoiled, nasty little shit, and you’re going to be punished for it. Let’s start from the beginning.”

I make Stephanie recount her unforgivable behavior from these past few weeks. Blackmailing me. Stalking Ira. Dating her dad to use him and to get back at Ira. Simple shit we all know about. Every time she admits to it, and that it was wrong to do, she gets progressively harder smacks to the ass with the belt.

She jerks. I smile. Ira sweats as her arousal gets more intense. Hey, I’m not going to get mad at her getting turned on. It would be weird if I was the only one she got off on!

Plus, I like seeing her leer after other women when we’re like this. I mean, I would expect her to be okay with me leering after others, so…

We’re ten minutes in. I’ve got twenty minutes to make this woman squirm and beg.

“Had enough yet?” I ask her, patting the top of her head.

She narrows her eyes. “It fucking hurts.”

“You want more, though?”

Oh, she wants more.

“Start confessing. The more you get this off your chest, the freer you’ll be.”

What happens is something I could have never expected.

Stephanie May suddenly admits that she was in love with her husband, though from the outside it looked like she was nothing more than a gold digger targeting an old man. “I didn’t care,” she says. “I liked being with him. I was attracted to his money and connections, but he was really sweet. I didn’t think twice about having his baby, and not because it would solidify my role in the family.” When he died, she was so devastated that she couldn’t take care of her kid and watched him be removed to a family member’s household. To add insult to injury, her late husband’s family took her to court over inheritance, where they mopped the floor with her and made sure she didn’t get more than a $1000 a month allowance. Not even enough for her to support herself, so she pursued acting again.