Chapter 12: The Double Claim
Otis's hand closed around Janet's hip and rolled her over without ceremony. The sheets were cool against her flushed skin, and she barely had time to catch her breath before his weight shifted behind her, his knees settling wide on either side of her thighs. His palm pressed flat between her shoulder blades, forcing her face down into the pillow, her ass pushed up and back into the air.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice a low rumble in the dark. "Stay just like that."
She felt his fingers trace down the cleft of her ass, spreading her cheeks wide. The cool air hit the slick, ruined hole he had already claimed, and she shivered at the exposure. He made a low sound of appreciation in his throat, something animal and possessive.
"Christ," he breathed. "Look at that. You're fucking gaping for me, you know that?"
Janet's face burned against the pillow, but she didn't argue. She couldn't. The truth of it was too obvious, the evidence of what he had done to her still seeping from her body.
"How did it feel?" she heard herself ask, her voice small and wrecked.
"Like the best goddamn thing I've done in years," he said, and she felt the pad of his thumb brush over the stretched rim of her asshole. "But this isn't done with us yet."
His thumb pressed inside her, thick and blunt, sinking into the loose, slippery hole without resistance. Janet gasped, her hips bucking off the mattress. The violation was obscene, the feeling of his thumb buried in her ass while his cock pressed against the soaked lips of her cunt, not yet entering, just nudging.
"Please," she heard herself beg, and she hated how quickly the word came, how desperate it sounded. "Please, Otis."
"Please what?" he asked, and she could hear the smirk in his voice without seeing it. His thumb curled inside her, pressing against the thin wall that separated his finger from where she wanted him most.
"Fuck me. Please, I need your cock in my cunt," she whimpered. "I need it so bad."
He pulled his thumb out of her ass with a wet sound, and she felt the head of his cock slide through her slickness, up and down, teasing her entrance. She tried to push back onto it, but he held her hip still with his other hand.
"Not yet," he said. "I want to feel how loose I left you first."
His thumb pressed back into her ass, and at the same moment he thrust forward, his cock sinking into her dripping cunt to the hilt. Janet cried out, a throaty, broken noise that she barely recognized as her own. The sensation was overwhelming, a double violation, his thick thumb in her ass while his massive cock stretched her pussy wide. She was stuffed full, completely impaled on him, every inch of her most intimate places invaded.
"There we go," Otis groaned, his voice strained. "Fuck, you're tight. You'd think I hadn't touched you at all."
He pulled back until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then pushed forward again, slow and grinding. His thumb worked in counterpoint, thrusting into her ass with a steady rhythm that matched his cunt-fucking. Janet sobbed into the pillow, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
"That's it," he said. "Take it. Take all of me."
His pace was unhurried, merciless in its slowness. Each stroke was a full, grinding push that seemed to reach her womb, each withdrawal leaving her desperate for the next. His thumb kept working her ass, stretching the already-loosened hole, and the dual sensation drove her to the edge of madness.
"Please, faster," she begged. "Please."
"No," he said flatly. "I told you, I'm going to take my time with you. And you're going to come for me again before dawn, and again after that, until you're nothing but a trembling, used-up mess."
The words should have horrified her. She was a married woman, a professional, a wife who loved her husband. But all she could feel was the agonizing pleasure of being filled, the obscene stretch of his cock in her pussy, his thumb in her ass, and the promise of more to come.
Otis leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot against her ear. He kept his cock buried inside her, grinding in slow circles, and his voice dropped to a low, possessive murmur.
"Come for me, Janet," he said. "Come on my cock, and let me feel you."
His thumb curled inside her ass, pressing against that spot deep within her, and the combination of sensations broke her. Her body convulsed, a powerful, shuddering orgasm ripping through her, and she screamed into the pillow as her cunt clenched around him, milking his cock in waves.
He held her through it, not letting up, his thumb and cock both buried to the hilt as she shuddered and sobbed beneath him. Only when her climax had finally subsided did he pull back, begin the slow, grinding rhythm again, and whisper against her ear.
"That's one," he said. "We've got all night, sweetheart."