Page 14 of Mr. Strategic

“I’m going to do whatever I want. No, I’m not going to stop fucking other women occasionally. I told you it means nothing. It’s just goddamn easy pussy, Lavender.”

“Well, I fake it,” I said. “Every time.”

Michael said nothing, but I felt cold, tight fingers grip my arm. Then he yanked me closer and put one hand around my throat.

I squeaked. He’d never so much as touched me in anger in our entire lives together.

“Is that so?” he hissed in my ear. “Then you will be coming upstairs with me, and I’llmakeyou come.”

My husband threw me over his shoulder, knocking all the breath out of my lungs, and started up the stairs.

“Michael—no—Michael--stop!”

He carried me easily up the stairs, the scrubs rubbing against my cheek, then tossed me on the bed so hard my head bounced on the soft mattress.

“You’re going to give me an orgasm or else,” he said savagely, tearing his shirt off.

“Or else what?” I squeaked, trying to crawl away on the bed.

“Or else this,” he snapped, grabbing my leg and yanking me back on my belly.

Then he spanked my ass, but not in a nice cute teasing way, in a hard, painful slap.

And again, flipping me over so I was on my hands and knees.

“Do you touch yourself when you’re alone, you little slut?” he snarled.

Of course I did, but I said nothing.

He spanked my ass, and I hissed in pain.

“Yes,” I said.

“Then show me.”

Michael dragged me upright so I was forced to grip the end of the headboard for support.

“Show me now,” he ordered, sticking just the tip of his dick into my channel, wet with his cum.

Little spurts of cum squirted out and coated his cock as he pressed inside me.

Awkwardly, I parted my lips and began to swirl a finger around my clit.

He reached around and pinched my nipple hard.

“Move your hand so I can see.”

He positioned me so that I was in front of the window, my own reflection shining back at me.

“What if someone’s looking in?” I whimpered.

“That’s the backyard,” he snarled back. “And what if they do? They’ll see me fucking my wife and know you’re mine.”

Without warning, he gripped my hips and plunged harshly inside my cunt.

I had no chance to relax my inner walls, and I squealed in distress at the first panicky moments where I didn’t know if he’d be able to fit in.

“You’re the only one I take fucking raw, Lavender. The only one who gets my cum running down her thighs.”