Chapter 4: Climax
Ashley’s morning started off with Mark’s morning wood poking Ashley in her butt. It had been weeks since Ashley and Mark had sex, so she decides to roll over onto her back and let Mark do his thing.
But she has been craving Mr. Thompson’s touch, his dominance, and the way he made her feel like a woman who could be used and dominated.
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Mark’s breath hitched as he looked down at her, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached for her thighs. Ashley’s pussy was still glistening from her arousal, the scent of her own juices thick in the air. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles tensed as he prepared to taste her.
“Mark,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “I want you to go down on me.
I want to feel your tongue inside me, Mark. I want you to lick me clean,” Ashley commanded, her voice steady and sure. She could see the hesitation in his eyes, the uncertainty that had always been there, but she didn’t care. She wanted him to do this, to prove himself to her.
Mark’s fingers tightened on her thighs, his breath hot against her skin. He leaned in, his tongue tentatively touching her folds. Ashley let out a low moan, her hips arching slightly as she felt the first touch of his tongue.
“That’s it,” she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Lick me, Mark.
Lick my pussy clean,” Ashley demanded, her voice growing harsher. She could feel the heat building inside her, the way her body responded to his tentative touches. She wanted more. She needed more.
Mark’s tongue tentatively explored her folds, his movements slow and unsure. Ashley could feel the frustration building inside her, the way her body ached for something more. She needed him to be rough, to take control, to fuck her with his tongue like he meant it.
“Come on, Mark,” she growled, her fingers tightening in his hair. “Eat me out like you fucking mean it.”
Mark whines, “ It smells bad and I don’t like the taste.” Ashley’s eyes flash with anger. She grabs Mark by the hair and pulls him up to face her. “Listen here, you little bitch. You’re going to eat my pussy until I come all over your face. You’re going to lick me clean, and you’re going to fucking love it. Do you understand me?” Mark nods, his eyes wide with fear and excitement. Ashley can see the bulge in his pants, the way his cock is straining against the fabric. She smirks, knowing that he’s enjoying this as much as she is.
Ashley pushes Mark back down between her legs, her fingers still tangled in his hair.
She can feel the anger coursing through her veins, the way her body is alive with a dark, primal energy. She wants to use him, to dominate him, to make him pay for his weakness.
"Open your mouth," she snarls, her voice a low, dangerous growl. Mark hesitates for a moment before complying, his lips parting to reveal his tongue. Ashley smiles, a cold, cruel smile that doesn't reach her eyes.
"Good boy," she purrs, her voice laced with venom. "Now, stick out your tongue. I want to feel it inside me."
Mark tentatively sticks out his tongue, his eyes never leaving hers.
Ashley can see the fear and excitement warring in his gaze, the way his body trembles as he waits for her command. She smirks, knowing that she has him right where she wants him.
"Now, lick me," she growls, her voice a dark command. "Lick my pussy like you fucking mean it."
Mark's tongue tentatively touches her folds, his movements slow and unsure. Ashley can feel the frustration building inside her, the way her body aches for something more. She needs him to be rough, to take control, to fuck her with his tongue like he means it.
"Come on, Mark," she snarls, her fingers tightening in his hair.
"Fuck me with your tongue. I want to feel you inside me, you little bitch."
Mark's eyes widen at her words, but he hesitates no longer. He dives in, his tongue plunging into her pussy, lapping at her juices like a starving man. Ashley gasps, her hips bucking as he finally gives her what she wants.
"Fuck, yes," she moans, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. "Just like that, Mark. Eat me out like you mean it."
Mark's tongue explores her depths, his lips sucking on her clit, his nose pressing against her sensitive flesh.
Ashley's hips buck, her body writhing as she grinds against his face, fucking his mouth with wild abandon. She can feel the heat building inside her, the way her body responds to his eager tongue.
"Fuck, Mark," she moans, her fingers pulling his hair, guiding him, controlling him. "You're doing so good, baby. You're making me feel so fucking good."
Mark's tongue plunges in and out of her, his fingers joining in, stretching her, filling her. Ashley can feel her orgasm building, the way her body tenses, her breath hitches. She's close, so fucking close.
Ashley's fingers tighten in Mark's hair, pulling him closer, forcing his face deeper between her thighs. Her body arches off the bed, her back pressing into the mattress as she lets out a guttural moan.
"Fuck, Mark, I'm gonna come," she breathes, her voice raw and desperate. "I'm gonna come all over your face."
Mark doesn't hesitate. He sucks her clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it in rapid circles, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Ashley's body jerks, her fingers digging into his scalp as she screams her release.
Her orgasm hits her like a freight train, her pussy clenching around nothing but Mark's greedy tongue. She rides it out, her hips bucking, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cries, her voice raw and desperate. "That's it, Mark, suck my clit, fucking eat me out like you mean it!"
Mark doesn't stop. He licks and sucks at her, his tongue relentless, his lips working her clit like he's trying to pull every last drop of pleasure from her. Ashley's legs quiver, her body still spasming as she rides out her orgasm.
Mark looks up at her, his face glistening with her juices, a smug smile on his lips. Ashley's eyes flash with anger, and she grabs him by the hair, pulling him up to face her.
"Don't you dare fucking smile at me, you little shit," she snarls, her voice laced with venom. "You think that's enough? You think that's going to cut it?"
Mark's eyes widen in surprise, but Ashley doesn't give him time to respond. She pushes him back onto the bed, straddling him before he can react.
"Let's see what you've got, husband," she growls, her voice a dark challenge.
She can see the uncertainty in his eyes, the way he's still trying to process what's happening. But she doesn't care. She wants him to see her, to really see her, and she wants him to know that she's not the same woman he married.
Ashley grinds against him, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. She can feel his cock, hard and throbbing against her, and she smiles, a cold, calculating smile. She reaches down between them, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, guiding him to her entrance.
"Fuck me, Mark," she commands, her voice a low, dangerous growl.
She can feel his cock, hot and swollen, pressing against her wet folds. She wants to feel it inside her, to feel him buried deep. She wants to feel him fill her up, stretch her wide.
Mark hesitates, his eyes darting between her face and her pussy. I don't know if I can," he stutters, clearly unsure of himself. His cock twitches in her grip, betraying his hesitation.
Ashley lets out a sharp, humorless laugh. Now shut the fuck up and let me ride you."
She lowers herself onto his cock, feeling the head press against her entrance.
But suddenly, Mark ejaculates.
His cock twitches, and he lets out a low groan as he comes inside her. Ashley's eyes widen in disbelief. "What the fuck, Mark?" she snarls, her voice laced with anger and disgust. "You couldn't even last a fucking minute?"
Mark looks up at her, his face flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Ashley," he mumbles, his voice barely audible. "I just... I couldn't help it."
Ashley rolls her eyes, climbing off him and standing up. She looks down at his now-soft cock, a sneer on her face. "You're pathetic, Mark," she says, her voice cold and harsh.
"I should have known better than to expect anything more from you." She turns away from him, her body still trembling with unspent desire. She can feel his cum leaking out of her, dripping down her thighs, and it only serves to fuel her anger and frustration.
Ashley storms into the bathroom, leaving Mark alone on the bed. She looks at herself in the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with wild, angry eyes. She can see the flush on her cheeks, the way her nipples are still hard and aching. She's still fucking horny, and it's all Mark's fault.
She turns on the shower, stepping under the hot spray without waiting for it to warm up.
The water stings her skin, but it does nothing to ease the ache between her thighs. The memory of Mark’s pathetic performance burns in her mind, the way his cock had jerked once in her and then gone limp like a deflated balloon. She’s never felt so humiliated, so *used*—and yet, the humiliation only made her wetter.
Ashley reaches down, her fingers sliding between her thighs. She’s dripping—thick, slick, and angry. She presses two fingers inside herself, curling them just right to hit that spot inside her that always makes her gasp. Her free hand grips her breast, twisting her nipple hard enough to make her bite her lip. *Fuck*, she thinks.
*Fuck him and fuck this whole goddamn marriage.*
The hot water beats down on her, but she doesn’t turn it off. She wants to feel the sting, the burn—anything to distract her from the way her body still hums with need, from the way Mark’s pathetic little orgasm had left her feeling like a used-up toy.
Her fingers pump in and out of her, slow at first, testing the waters. She’s wet, so fucking wet—her juices dripping down her thighs, slicking her fingers. She moans, low and guttural, the sound lost in the roar of the shower.
Her fingers slide deeper, stretching her, filling her. She can feel her walls clenching around them, her body already tightening in anticipation of something—anything—more. She wants to be fucked. She wants to be *ruined*.
Her other hand slides down, gripping her clit, rolling it between her fingers until she’s panting. *Fuck*, she thinks again, but this time it’s a curse, a plea. She needs more. She needs *him*—not Mark, not her pathetic little husband. She needs *him*—the one who knows how to make her feel alive, the one who makes her forget her own name.
The one who makes her *beg*.
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**Chapter 12: The Devil’s Offer**
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The shower water sluiced down her back in rivulets, mixing with her arousal, running thick and dark between her thighs. Ashley’s fingers worked her clit in tight, punishing circles, her other hand buried deep inside her, fingers curling just right to make her hips jerk. She could feel the pressure building, the way her body was already tightening, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
*Fuck, fuck, fuck.*
She needed more. She needed *him*—Mr. Thompson’s voice, his weight, the way he made her feel like she was being *used* in the best way possible.
She arrives at work.
The office is quiet, the hum of the air conditioning the only sound. Ashley walks down the hall, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. She looks down at herself, her dress clinging to her body, the way it accentuates her curves. She feels exposed, vulnerable, and yet, she can't help but feel a thrill of excitement.
She enters Mr. Thompson's office. The door is closed, and she can hear his voice from the other side. She knocks lightly, and he calls for her to enter.
The office is dimly lit, the only light coming from the desk lamp.
Mr. Thompson is seated behind his massive mahogany desk, his cigar smoke curling lazily into the air. He looks up as she enters, his eyes raking over her body with a predatory gleam.
"Ah, Ashley," he says, his voice smooth and oily. "You look *delicious* today."
Ashley swallows hard, her fingers tightening around the handle of her briefcase. She steps forward, her heels clicking softly against the floor.
"Did you miss me?" he asks, his voice dripping with false warmth.
Ashley hesitates for a moment, then nods. "Yes, sir."
Mr. Thompson leans back in his chair, his belly straining against his dress shirt.
He motions her to her knees in front of him.
Ashley hesitates for a moment, then complies, her heart pounding in her chest. She can see the bulge in his pants, the way his cock is straining against the fabric. She can feel the heat radiating from him, the way his eyes are locked onto her, hungry and intense.
"Come on, Ashley," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "You know what I want."
Ashley reaches out, her fingers trembling as she grasps the zipper of his pants. She can feel his eyes on her, watching her every move, and it makes her feel both powerful and vulnerable at the same time.
Ashley slowly unzips his pants, her fingers brushing against the warm, hard flesh beneath. She can feel his breath hitch as she pulls down the zipper, revealing the thick, veiny length of his cock.
"Fuck," she breathes, her voice barely audible.
Mr. Thompson lets out a low chuckle, his voice thick with lust. "That's it, Ashley. Show me what you can do."
She looks up at him, her eyes dark with desire and a hint of defiance. "You want me to suck you off, sir?"
Mr. Thompson's eyes darken with lust. "Yes, Ashley.
You want to be a good girl for me, don't you?" Mr. Thompson's voice is a velvet caress, his fingers sliding into her hair, gripping it firmly. "You want to make me feel good, don't you?"
Ashley nods, her breath hitching as she looks up at him. She can feel her own arousal growing, her pussy clenching with need. She wants to please him, to make him feel as good as he makes her feel.
She leans forward, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock. She can taste the saltiness of his skin, the faint hint of cigar smoke on his breath.
She flicks her tongue out, licking the bead of pre-cum from the tip of his cock, savoring the taste of him. She hears him groan, feels his fingers tighten in her hair, and it spurs her on.
Ashley opens her mouth wider, taking the head of his cock between her lips. She can feel him, hot and throbbing, against her tongue. She sucks gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh, exploring the ridges and veins. She can feel him growing harder, his cock swelling in her mouth.
"Fuck, Ashley," he groans, his voice thick with lust.
"That’s it. Suck me like you mean it."
She takes him deeper, her lips stretching around the girth of his cock, her tongue swirling around the base. She can feel the weight of him, the way he fills her mouth, and she moans around him, the vibration making him shudder. She can hear him breathing heavily, his fingers tightening in her hair, guiding her movements.
"Shit, you’re good," he mutters, his voice strained. "I’m gonna come if you keep that up."
Ashley pulls back slightly, her eyes locked onto his. She wants to see him lose control, to see the pleasure written all over his face.