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Tacy

“Is this the interrogation room?” I ask as Aris leads me down a dingy, musty hallway. It’s quiet and dark. We enter a small room with no windows, one door, and the entire room is lined in plastic sheets. There’s an aluminum chair in the center of the room. “Is this where you extract information out of people?”

He chuckles and says, “do you want it to be?”

He has that dangerous glimmer in his eyes. Like he’s about to murder someone…or something .

“It’s either that or the torture chamber,” I say then wonder why he brought me in here in the first place. Visions of men getting their fingers clipped off and teeth ripped out of their gums suddenly flood my mind, making my stomach churn but also revving up my heartbeat.

Aris laughs again and motions for me to sit down. The door closes behind us with a slam, blowing the plastic sheets in various directions. He seems deep in thought as he pulls something out from behind the vinyl curtain. A bottle of motor oil? No, it’s clear. He pops open the lid and rubs a transparent liquid all over his hands.

“Dry skin?” I ask.

“Something like that,” he says and approaches me. His eyes are glued to me. His jaw is tensing, the vein in his forehead bulging, as he peels off his shirt. I can’t help but stare. My husband was always fit, but this new version of Sol…Aris…I mean, his fucking abs have their own set of abs. The V above his hips that point to his cock are sexy canyons that I’d love to explore with my tongue.

“Take off your dress,” he commands as his pants drop to the floor.

“Aren’t you going to lock the door?” I ask, heart fluttering.

“I thought you liked the idea of being caught in action?”

I stick out my bottom lip and wring my hands together. The voyeur in me says yes, but the practical mother in me says no. Why would I want Aris’s vigilante buddies, scratch that, why would I want the guys who I want to work with to see me naked? A warm gush escapes me and soaks my panties.

“I don’t know, Aris,” I say and reluctantly kick off my heels. “It’s not like at your office, you know?”

“It’s exactly like my fucking office, now do as I say or I’ll rip that dress off with my teeth,” he bellows and inches towards me. He has a leather belt in one hand, the bottle of oil in the other.

I step backwards, the backs of my calves feel the cold metal of the chair legs behind me. I cut him a look that says he’s not in control. I’m in control. And I slowly unzip my dress at the side, then let it fall to the floor around my feet. I step out of the dress and kick it to the side.

Aris’s eyes rake over every inch of my body, pausing on my black lacey bra and panties.

“Now, the panties and bra,” he says and sets the oil on the floor.

“But…” I try to protest but he cuts me off.

“I said now ,” he growls and smacks the belt against his free hand, startling me. I’m frightened, but in the best possible way.

“Fine,” I say, biting my lip, as I unhook my bra and slide off my thong. Goosebumps engulf my entire body. “Don’t be so damn bossy.” I know I’m pushing him, but it’s all a part of the game we like to play. And…I like being a brat. Because brats get punished.

“Don’t be such a pain in the ass,” Aris says and cracks the leather belt again. There’s a visible sparkle in his eyes, even in this windowless room. “Good. Now turn around and bend over the chair.”

“No,” I say and fold my arms over my chest. “I got naked. Now it’s my turn to boss you around.”

Aris chuckles, and I can tell my obstinance is turning him on as his cock goes from partially hard to a full-on erection. Standing straight and a little to the left. The vein in it throbbing in tune to the lustful demon singing in my head. I want to do the worst things to him. With him. I want him inside of me.

“I don’t think so, Sweetheart. You baited me at the Drive-in. Stalked me, then finagled your way into something you shouldn’t have. You’ve been a bad, bad girl. And now you’ll take your licks.”

My cheeks flush as blood rushes to my pussy. My heart was pounding a minute ago, but now all I notice is my clit pulsating.

“I said, turn around. I don’t have all day, Tacy,” he demands and walks towards me. His scars, tattoos, and chiseled body make my mouth water. I want to consume him.

I turn and slowly place my palms on the back of the chair. Then bend over, but just barely. It’s freezing in this warehouse, but Aris comes up behind me, and I’m immediately overwhelmed with the heat of his body. Still…I’m not going to make this easy on him. Not after all he’s put me through.

A heavy, calloused hand grabs my shoulder and gently pushes me forward. “Bend over. More.”

I bend a little and yawn. Acting as if I’m bored.

“More,” he grunts and smacks my ass with his open hand sending me reeling forward. I catch myself with my hands and knees.

“In fact, spread your legs. One on either side of the chair. And prepare yourself. This might hurt a bit.”

“Jesus, do I at least get a safe word?” I ask as I obey him and spread my legs.

“What’ll it be?” He asks.

“Tahiti,” I say and as the word drips from my mouth, am whisked away to one of our wild getaways. The vacation we opened up to one another and learned about each other’s kinks. Explored our secret desires together.

“Good, now brace yourself,” he says, breathing heavy in my ear.

I hear movement, and then a whoosh as the belt sings through the air and collides with my ass. It stings, but I know the first few hits are always the most painful. I grasp the back of the chair and close my eyes.

I squeal as he smacks the belt against my ass again and again. After about the seventh or eighth hit, I go into the zone and don’t feel much pain. Just an aching between my legs that can only be cured with his hard, smooth cock.

“You’ve been a little fucking brat, Tacy,” that voice fills me with warmth. “Haven’t you, Babydoll?”

I nod and bite down on my bottom lip as the belt collides, this time a little more gently, over my back and shoulders. The sensation of leather meeting skin is tantalizing. Enthralling. And I want more. More of this feeling of being alive. With my husband behind me.

“I’m your brat, Daddy,” I whine. “I deserve to be punished…with your cock.”

“Hmphh, not yet,” he grunts. I watch as Aris gets on his knees and looks up. He now has full view of my bare pussy. I’m blushing. My back is on fire. The yearning within me is threatening to spill over.

“Please, Daddy?” I coo again and stick my ass out further. Begging to be taken. “I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on.”

Aris buries his face in my pussy, his tongue slurping at my clitoris, sending ripples of pleasure all through me. His nose grazes my ass, tickling me but arousing an otherworldly moan from my lips that sounds as if someone else has taken over my body.

I let go of the chair and Aris notices instantly. “Put your hands back on the chair. I want you in this same position until I tell you otherwise. Is that clear?”

I nod and grasp the chair with both hands. “Yes, Daddy.”

Aris continues eating my pussy until I’m dripping my own juices and his saliva onto the plastic sheets below us. He leans to the side and grabs the plastic bottle of oil.

“Does your back hurt?” He asks as he pops open the lid.

I look back at him, and he is a fucking sight. Tan, muscular body, salt and pepper hair, bright green eyes, and a hard, thick length. What more could a woman want?

“Yes, Daddy, it hurts so bad,” I say in a high-pitched voice. “Do I get a massage?”

A squirting sound commands my attention as Aris lathers his hands in oil. Then cold liquid hits the skin on my back and my ass. It feels amazing and in stark contrast to the white heat of pleasure that’s now overwhelming my body. I giggle in spite of myself. This was exactly what I wanted. I mean, at first, I thought I wanted to join Aris’s gang. But now I realize the entire time, I just wanted his attention. I want him to touch me. Kiss me. Fuck me.

Large hands rub the oil into my skin, starting at the base of my neck, working in circles down my back and over my ass. I shiver with delight. My pussy aches, and if it had a voice, it would be begging for Aris right now.

He squirts more oil into his hands and down the backs of my legs. Then rubs it all in and returns to the space between my legs. I’m still not allowed to move my hands or change positions. My legs are shaking, not only from anticipation but from holding myself in this position for so long.

Finally, Aris stands and tells me to stand too. I’m relieved. I wonder if any of Aris’s men are going to come in?

He comes up behind me again, pressing his body into mine. We’re both oily and slide against one another. My back is pressed to his chest, and his cock slides between my legs. He leans over and kisses my neck, then bites my ear lobe. “I’m going to fuck you like this is our last time,” he says.

“Don’t you fucking say that, Sol.” I growl at him but open my mouth to accept his tongue. He kisses me violently, passionately, and reaches around to rub my clit with one hand as he cups my breast in the other.

There’s a shuffle and before I realize what’s happening, his leather belt is around my neck. As he fastens the belt, he hums our wedding song.

My fingers fly up to the belt and scrape at it anxiously. “What are you doing? We’ve never done…”

“Sol is dead,” he murmurs and pushes me down to the ground. “You’ll have to answer to Lazaris now.”

I slip on the plastic but manage to get into the doggy position, just as he grabs my hair in one hand and pulls backward. My neck is wrenched back, and now I don’t know if I’m having fun anymore. My entire body is screaming for Aris to take me, to be inside of me, but my mind is telling me this is getting dangerous. Do I let him choke me with his fucking belt? Does he even know what he’s doing? Tears form in the corner of my eyes and slip down my cheeks. I’m covered in baby oil, and I can hardly hold myself up on this god damn plastic. I’m scared, but so turned on, and don’t know if I want to scream or run.

Then…I forget everything I was thinking as his hard length enters me, and slowly but firmly, he buries himself to the hilt in me. So deep, I can feel his cock deep in my stomach. I whimper and then scream. But he clamps a hand over my mouth and snarls at me, “you can’t fucking scream, Tacy. They’ll hear you.”

I bite his finger hard, drawing blood, and he pulls it away and slams his hand against my ass-cheek. Sending me reeling forward and onto the floor. I’m slipping and sliding and turn around to see Aris coming towards me. He’s sliding too. I let a laugh slip out.

I back all the way against the wall behind me. The belt is still hanging from my neck. The lamp flickers on and off. On and off. Casting an eerie glow over Aris as he crawls slowly towards me. His knee slips and he nearly goes down.

“You look fucking ridiculous, you know that?” I blurt out.

“Come here, I’m not fucking done with you,” he says and grabs me by the ankles. He pulls me down, and I slip onto my back.

I’m flat against the plastic, and the cold concrete floor, when Aris climbs on top of me, slick and oily, spreading my legs wide open with his hands. He leans forward and whispers in my ear, “be a good girl and let Daddy fucking destroy you.”

Then he gets on his knees, pushing up with one hand and clutching the belt with the other.

Before I can scream, he pulls the belt ever-so-slightly and enters me again, this time slamming his cock into me full-force. I groan in pleasure, but I’m also on the brink of pain. My back is still burning from the whipping he gave me, and now my pussy is full of him. I can feel him throbbing within me.

He begins pumping into me, slowly at first, then faster and harder with each thrust. The belt tightens around my throat and a rush of adrenaline surges through me. I close my eyes and try to hold on for dear life. Everything is blurry, hot, and wet. And it’s just me and Lazaris and the entire world can fuck off.

The belt clicks one more time as Aris’s cock hits that spot in me. And I can’t tell if I’m on the edge of an orgasm, or if I’m going to faint. Something inside of me tells me this is risky. That I shouldn’t be doing this. And that Aris is completely fucking unhinged.

I open my eyes and watch this god of a man fucking me like there’s no tomorrow. Like he’s never been inside of a woman before and never will be again. He rubs my clit with his thumb but still clutches the belt in his other hand. I’m at the mercy of his grip. And of his dick. He has control over me. Complete and utter dominance. Would the safe word even work right now, if I dared to utter it?

Finally, Aris groans and his body tenses. He lets go of the belt and I suck in a breath of air, just as a tsunami of tingles washes over me, starting at the crown of my head, rushing over my sore, oily body and down to the tips of my toes. My pussy clamps down around his cock as Aris releases into me. I moan at the same time, “Aris!”

“Fuck, Tacy,” he grunts.

I don’t know how long we laid there like that. With my resurrected husband laying on top of me, slipping ever-so-slightly in the oil, panting and catching our breath. In silence. Until…a barrage of footsteps pounds down the hallway…heading directly towards us.

The door slams open and Clyde barges in. His eyes are wide, his hair wild as if he just ran a mile, and he pays no attention to the fact that we’re both naked and slick lying on the floor together.

“We found him!” Clyde shouts as he stands in the doorway.

“Jesus, Clyde, can’t you fucking knock?” Aris complains and grabs his clothes. He sits on the chair and pulls on his jeans. “Found who?”

“Join us at the table after you see your wife off. We found the fucking mole, Boss. The mother fucker who sold us out to The Org.”