My palm cracked against Julie's ass with a sharp, echoing SMACK—the sound wet and obscene, the impact jolting her forward with a violent shudder. Her back arched on instinct, her spine snapping straight as the stinging heat bloomed across her flesh.
A broken, breathless gasp tore from her lips, her fingers flying to clutch at the burning skin, her thighs pressing together in a futile attempt to ease the sudden, shameful throb between them.
"Aaaaah—!" The sound ripped from her throat, half-moan, half-whimper, her eyes squeezing shut as her body betrayed her—her hips rolling back into the sting, her pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled.
Her cheeks flushed crimson, her lips parting in a silent, shameful O as the warmth of her arousal trickled down her thighs, thicker now, heavier, her body responding to the pain like it was pleasure.
"Fuck—!" She hissed, her fingers digging into her own ass, rubbing at the handprint I'd left, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. Her eyes flew open, glazed and furious, locking onto mine in the mirror—accusation and hunger warring in her gaze.
"Y-you asshole—!" Her voice cracked, her knees nearly buckling as another drip of her arousal slid down her inner thigh. She bit her lip, hard, but the whimper still escaped, high and needy, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the slap.
I grinned, dark and knowing, my cock throbbing as I watched her struggle—her pride warring with the way her hips kept rolling, the way her pussy kept weeping for me. "Yeah..." My voice was a low, rough growl, my hand itching to do it again. "Yuko and Haruna will both be mine."
Julie whirled on me, her eyes blazing, but the way her thighs quivered told me everything. She rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with false indignation, but the tremor in her hands gave her away.
"Hmph... You are so bad." She crossed her arms, her nipples pebbled beneath her blouse, her pout doing nothing to hide the way her breath hitched. "Just had a mother and daughter, and now you're eyeing two sisters? What's next, Jack? The entire fucking city?"
I chuckled, the sound dark and satisfied, my gaze trailing down her body—lingering on the way her skirt clung to her ass, the way her fingers still rubbed at the stinging flesh.
"You say that like it's a bad thing, baby." My voice dropped to a murmur, my cock twitching as I imagined bending her over and fucking her right there in the washroom.
"But don't worry..." I stepped closer, my lips brushing her ear, my hand sliding around to grip her thigh, my fingers inching toward the heat between her legs. "You'll always be my favorite."
She shivered violently, her breath hitching, but she shoved me back, her voice sharp—though the flush spreading down her neck betrayed her. She changed the topic.
"We're going to be late." She turned on her heel, her hips swaying with deliberate exaggeration, like she knew exactly what it did to me. "Court's starting. Let's go."
I followed her out, my eyes locked on the way her ass moved—left, right, left, right—each step a tease, a promise of what I'd do to her the second we were alone again.
The way her skirt clung to the curve of her hips, the way her heels clicked against the floor—it was maddening. I wanted to yank her into a dark corner, hike that skirt up, and fuck her until she screamed my name.
But patience was a game I played well.
The courtroom was a circus of power and prestige, the air thick with tension and the scent of old wood, polished leather, and expensive perfume.
The high ceilings loomed overhead, the ornate chandeliers casting a golden glow over the sea of faces. Every seat was filled, everybody leaning forward, eager for the spectacle.
The judge's bench was a monument of dark mahogany, his stern face framed by the country's emblem carved into the wood behind him. The jury box was a row of tense, watchful eyes, their pens poised, their expressions unreadable. The prosecution's table was stacked with files, the defense's side a fortress of whispered strategies.
And then there was Elyas.
Chained in the trial box, his wrists cuffed, his ankles shackled, but his posture unbroken. His dark eyes scanned the room like a predator sizing up prey, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle feathering.
The chains clinked every time he shifted, the sound cutting through the murmur of the crowd like a blade.
The media was a swarm of vultures—cameras flashing like strobe lights, microphones thrust forward like spears, journalists scribbling furiously, their eyes gleaming with predatory hunger.
This case wasn't just news—it was a national obsession, a spectacle, and every word, every glance, every fucking breath was being recorded, dissected, sensationalized for the masses.
Julie and I slid into the last row, a two-seater bench pressed against the wall—isolated, private. The exit door was just beside us, and then a gap before the next cluster of seats where the rest of the spectators sat, oblivious. It gave us just enough privacy—a pocket of shadows in a room drowning in light.
The weight of the courtroom pressed down—judges in their robes, lawyers with their briefcases, spectators leaning forward, hungry for drama. The air was thick with tension, the scent of old wood and polished leather mixing with the electric hum of anticipation.
Julie shifted beside me, her thighs pressing together as she tried to ignore the ache I'd left between them. The fabric of her skirt brushed against the dampness still clinging to her skin, a constant reminder of how easily I'd unraveled her.
She crossed her arms, her fingers digging into her own biceps, but I didn't miss the way her breath hitched when my thigh brushed against hers.
I leaned back, my arm draped along the back of the bench, my fingers brushing against her shoulder. The heat of her skin seeped through the thin fabric of her blouse, and I traced lazy circles with my thumb, watching as her nipples hardened beneath the material.
"You're still wet, aren't you?" My voice was a low, rough murmur, just for her. My fingers slid down, teasing the hem of her skirt, inching beneath to find the bare, sensitive skin of her thigh.
Julie's back stiffened, her thighs clenching together, but she didn't pull away. "J-Jack—" Her voice was a hiss, her eyes darting around the room, paranoid. "People are watching—"
"Let them." My fingers crept higher, brushing against the slick heat of her bare pussy. "They're all too busy staring at Elyas to notice you." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear.
"But if you're really worried..." My fingers circled her clit, just once, just hard enough to make her gasp. "You could always tell me to stop."
Her breath hitched, her fingers clawing at the wooden bench, her body torn between outrage and need. "Y-you bastard—"
"Shh." I nipped her earlobe, my fingers sliding inside her, just one knuckle deep, just enough to make her squirm. "Or do you want me to pull out?"
My thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as I watched her face—her lips parting, her eyes glazing over, her body betraying her with every shuddering breath.
"Nn—!" She bit her lip, her thighs trembling as she tried to stay still, but her hips rolled into my touch, desperate for more. The scent of her arousal filled the small space between us, thick and intoxicating, and I inhale deeply, my cock throbbing as I imagined bending her over this very bench and fucking her until she screamed.
"That's it," I growled, my fingers pumping inside her in slow, deep strokes. "Take what you need, Julie." My lips brushed her neck, my teeth grazing her skin. "Let them all hear how good you are for me."
Her body tensed, a broken whimper escaping her lips as her pussy clenched around my fingers. "Jack, please—" Her voice was a plea, her nails digging into my thigh, her mind racing for a way to stop this, but her body arching into my touch, begging for more.
I smirked, my fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that made her legs shake. "Beg me, Julie." My voice was a dark command, my cock aching as I watched her unravel. "Beg me to let you come."
Her eyes squeezed shut, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body trembling on the edge. "I—I hate you—"
"No, you don't." My thumb pressed harder against her clit, my lips brushing her ear. "You love this. You love how I make you feel." My fingers pumped faster, my voice dropping to a growl. "Now come for me, Julie. Quietly."
Her back arched, her mouth falling open in a silent cry, her body shuddering as the orgasm ripped through her. I covered her mouth with my free hand, smothering her moans as her pussy pulsed around my fingers, her thighs trembling with the aftershocks.
The gavel struck, the judge's voice booming through the room.
"Court is now in session."
Julie jolted, her body tensing as she tried to pull away, but my hand stayed where it was, my fingers still buried inside her.
"Stay. Still." My voice was a command, my breath hot against her neck. "Or do you want everyone to see how desperate you are for my cock?"
She whimpered, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around my fingers as the trial began.
And just like that, the game began.
But this time?
She was the one trapped.
Elyas's burning gaze never left us—even from across the room, his pale, unblinking eyes tracked our every movement like a predator sensing weakness. The weight of his stare was a physical pressure, a cold finger tracing down my spine, and I leaned into it, letting the thrill of his attention fuel the dark fire already burning between Julie and me.
The courtroom fell deathly silent—so quiet that if Julie so much as whimpered, every head would turn. Every ear would strain. Every camera would zoom in on her flushed face, her parted lips, the tremble in her thighs.
I pulled my fingers free from her clenching pussy, but I didn't stop touching her. My fingertips traced the swollen lips of her cunt, light as a whisper, just enough to make her shudder, her thighs trembling as she tried to press them together.
But I didn't let her. My hand stayed, trapped between her legs, my fingers still teasing, still circling her clit in slow, maddening strokes.
Julie's breath hitched, her fingers digging into the wooden bench so hard her knuckles turned white. She glanced around, paranoid, her chest rising and falling in short, sharp gasps. The prosecutor cleared his throat, and the trial began.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," the prosecutor started, his voice cold, precise, clinical. "We are here today to discuss the crimes of Elyas —a man whose violence knows no bounds, whose sadism knows no limits."
The first case was no secret: Elyas had raped a wealthy man who had hired him for architectural design. The prosecutor methodically recounted the details, then paused—his voice darkening into a menacing growl.
"But," he continued, "what the public doesn't know is that Elyas committed something far worse."
A ripple of murmurs spread through the courtroom. Julie's body tensed, her attention snapping to the front, but her thighs remained parted, her pussy still throbbing under my teasing touch.
The prosecutor paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. Then—
"On the night of his detention," he began, his tone cold as a scalpel, "Elyas requested to use the restroom." His gaze flicked toward Elyas, who sat there, unnervingly still, his lips curled in that same, damnable smirk.
"Standard procedure," the prosecutor continued. "The officer on duty—Officer Daniel Mercer—unlocked his cuffs, allowing him to relieve himself in private."
A beat of silence.
Then—
"But Elyas didn't go to take a shit."
The words hang in the air, heavy with dread. Julie's breath hitched, her body tensing beside me, her fingers digging into the wooden bench. I didn't look away from Elyas—his eyes were still locked on us, dark and amused, like he was enjoying the way this story unfolded.
The prosecutor continued, his voice dropping lower, more deliberate. "Officer Mercer testified—before his tragic death—that Elyas waited. He stood there, fully uncuffed, in that police station bathroom, and he watched the officer. Studied him. Then, when Mercer turned his back—" The prosecutor paused, letting the weight of the moment sink in. "—Elyas struck."
A collective intake of breath rippled through the courtroom. Julie's body went rigid, her thighs pressing together, but I didn't miss the way her pulse jumped in her throat.
"He slammed Mercer's head into the tiled wall—once, twice—until the officer collapsed, unconscious, bleeding from the temple."
The prosecutor's voice was relentless, painting the scene with brutal precision. "Then, instead of fleeing, instead of escaping, Elyas dragged Mercer into the stall. He locked the door. And he—"
The prosecutor hesitated, just for a second, as if the words physically sickened him.
"He raped him."
A gasping murmur spread through the crowd. Julie's fingers flew to her mouth, her eyes wide, but her thighs parted—just slightly—her body reacting in ways her mind couldn't comprehend.
"Not just once," the prosecutor snarled, his disgust barely contained. "He kept going. Even when Mercer started to wake up, even when he begged, Elyas didn't stop. He held him down, one hand clamped over his mouth, the other—"
The prosecutor's voice cracked, just for a second. "The other is forcing himself inside him. Over. And over. Until the walls were smeared with blood. Until Mercer stopped fighting."
Julie whimpered, her body trembling, but her pussy was wet—I could feel it, the heat radiating off her, the scent of her arousal thick in the small space between us. My cock hardened, my fingers twitching with the need to touch her again.
"When the other officers finally broke in," the prosecutor continued, his voice raw, "they found Elyas still on top of Mercer. His pants were around his ankles. Mercer's belt was used as a gag. And Elyas? He was smiling."
A horrified silence filled the courtroom. Even the journalists had stopped scribbling, their pens frozen mid-air.
"Mercer survived the assault," the prosecutor said, his voice empty. "But not the aftermath. When he woke up in the hospital, when he realized what had been done to him—" Another pause. "—he jumped from the fourth-floor window.
The prosecutor's final words hung in the air like a curse, heavy and suffocating. "Splat. That's the sound the nurses said they heard. The sound of a man who would rather die than live with what Elyas did to him."
Julie's hand clutched her stomach, her knuckles white as bone, but her thighs remained parted, her body still throbbing with the shameful heat I'd stirred in her. The horror of Mercer's fate clashed with the dark arousal pooling between her legs, and she hated herself for it.
I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my voice a dark, velvety murmur. "Look at what a good thing your husband has done..." My fingers traced lazy, teasing circles on her inner thigh, inching closer to her soaked pussy. "Such a thoughtful man, making sure his victims don't have to live with the memories."
Julie whipped her head toward me, her eyes blazing with fury and something darker. She grabbed my wrist, her nails digging into my skin as she yanked my hand away from her pussy. "You're sick," she hissed, her voice trembling with a mix of disgust and desire. "Whose fault is it that he became like this? You pushed him! You broke him!"
I chuckled, low and dark, my smirk never wavering. "Oh, Julie," I murmured, my voice dripping with arrogance. "I didn't break him. I just showed him what he already was."
My hand slid up to grip her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "And only I am allowed to call you wife, understand? How dare some bastard think he has any claim on you?"
Julie's glare softened, her lips twitching into a small, secret smile despite herself. "Hmph," she muttered, but her eyes betrayed her, warm and hungry. "You're impossible."
I used Telepathy to slip into her thoughts, and what I heard made my cock twitch with dark satisfaction:
[Jack... why does he always say things that make my heart race like this? He's so domineering, so possessive... It's infuriating. But god, it's so hot. My pussy is throbbing, aching for him. Once this case is over, I'm going to reward him so good... I'll let him do whatever he wants to me...]
Her gaze flicked to me, dark and smoldering, as if she knew I'd heard her. A slow, knowing smirk curved my lips, and I leaned in closer, my voice a rough whisper. "Good girl. I can't wait to see how you reward me."
The courtroom erupted in chaos. The spectators shouted, their voices a tangled mess of outrage and disgust.
"Hang him!" a man yelled, his face red with fury.
"Monster!" a woman screamed, her voice cracking.
"Rot in hell!" another spat, his fist slamming against the bench.
The judge's gavel struck repeatedly, the sharp cracks echoing through the room, but the outrage was deafening. Elyas sat there, chained and unmoved, his smirk never fading. His eyes locked onto Julie, a cold, calculating gaze that made my blood boil.
The judge announced his verdict—life imprisonment for Elyas, in complete isolation, where he could never touch another soul. He would be treated as a mental patient, studied, contained, broken.
"This court finds the defendant, Elyas, guilty on all counts of sexual assault, torture, and first-degree murder. He is to be remanded to a maximum-security facility with a mental health unit, where he will serve a life sentence without the possibility of parole." The judge's voice was firm, final.
The case was closed.
The crowd began to disperse, murmuring, disgusted, relieved. Elyas was escorted out, chained, his smirk never fading, his eyes locking onto Julie one last time before he disappeared through the heavy doors.
Julie and I stood, preparing to leave, but then—
Two police officers approached us. The same ones who had come to Julie's house that night. Their faces were grim, their posture rigid.
"Ma'am," one said, nodding respectfully. "We need you to sign a few final documents for the case files. Just some formalities to wrap everything up."
Julie nodded, following them to a small, private side room. The walls were bare, the air stale, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow over the stack of papers on the table.
Julie's pen scratched against the paper with sharp, precise strokes, each signature a final nail in Elyas's coffin. The officer slid the last form toward her, his eyes flicking between us, hesitant. He shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat before speaking.
"Ma'am, everything seems to be in order—"
Julie didn't let him finish. She pulled a folded document from her purse and slid it across the table with a finality that made the officer's eyebrows rise.
"Here," she said, her voice steady, cold. "Divorce papers. Already signed by Elyas." Her fingers tapped the paper, her gaze unflinching. "I want this filed immediately."
The officer picked up the document, scanning it with a furrowed brow. "Ma'am, this seems to be in order, but—"
"No buts," Julie interrupted, her voice sharp. "I don't want to hear his name again. I don't want to see him. I don't want anything to do with him." She leaned forward, her eyes burning with finality. "My daughter and I are done with him. Forever."
The officer nodded, swallowing hard. "Understood, ma'am. But if something happens to him—"
"I don't care," Julie cut in, her voice icy. "He's nothing to us now. Less than nothing." She stood up, her chin lifted, her posture unyielding.
"And if you bother us again, for any reason, I'll sue this department for harassment." She paused, her gaze locking onto his. "We're leaving for America in a few days. Don't contact us."
The officer exhaled, nodding as he stamped the documents. "Yes, ma'am. I'll make sure it's filed."
"Ma'am..." he said, glancing at me. "We're shifting Elyas to the central jail. It's got a mental health facility, high security. He'll be evaluated there."
He cleared his throat, his gaze flicking between us. "Do you... Do you want to meet him one last time? Ask him anything? Get some... closure?"
Julie opened her mouth to refuse, her body tensing—
But then my hand slid onto her ass, my fingers pinching the flesh beneath her skirt. She jolted, her breath hitching, her eyes widening as I leaned in, my voice a low, commanding purr.
"Aunt Julie..." I murmured, my lips brushing her ear, my fingers still pinching her ass. "Let's just take one last look at him, hmm? Ask him why he did those things..."
Julie's face flushed, her thighs pressing together, but she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes. I want to see him."
The officers exchanged a glance, then nodded. "Follow us."
As we followed them down the hall, my hand still on Julie's ass, my cock hard with anticipation, I knew—this wasn't just a goodbye.
This was a warning.
And Elyas?
He was about to learn exactly who owned Julie now.
The officers' boots thudded dully against the concrete floor as they led us toward the holding cell. The air reeked of disinfectant and despair, the fluorescent lights casting a sickly yellow glow over everything.
Julie's fingers trembled against my arm, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps, but I kept my grip firm on her ass, my fingers digging in possessively as we approached the heavy steel door.
The air smelled of rust and bleach, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on the peeling paint of the walls. The clank of chains from inside the cell echoed like a death knell, sending a shiver down Julie's spine.
The officer cleared his throat, his voice tinged with false reassurance. "You can go in. It's completely safe." He gestured toward the door, his eyes flicking between us.
"He's bound in chains. Can't move. But..." His voice dropped, serious. "Don't get too close. It can still be dangerous. If anything happens, just yell. We'll barge in. Okay?"
I smirked. Safe. As if that mattered. The officers were giving us privacy—a mistake they didn't realize they were making. The door groaned open, the hinges protesting as it revealed the dimly lit cell beyond.
Elyas was chained to a bolted-down table, his wrists and ankles secured with thick steel cuffs. His head snapped up at the sound of the door, his eyes locking onto Julie with a mixture of hatred and nausea—my conditioning working perfectly. His face twisted, his body convulsing slightly as he fought the urge to vomit just from her presence.
The heavy steel door groaned shut behind us, the final click of the lock echoing through the small, suffocating cell. The officers' footsteps faded down the hallway, leaving us in eerie silence—just the hum of the fluorescent lights and the clank of Elyas's chains as he shifted against the bolted-down table.
"Slut," he spat, his voice raw and guttural. "Look at you, whoring yourself out to—"
My hand shot out, gripping the table between us with enough force to make the metal groan. "You dare," I hissed, my voice a blade wrapped in velvet.
"You dare speak to her like that?" I leaned in, my eyes burning into his. "Look at you. Chained up like the animal you are. And you think you have the right to call her names?"
Elyas's lips curled in a sickening grin, his teeth yellowed from neglect. "Oh, Jack," he mocked, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "Still playing the hero? We both know you're just as rotten as I am."
I laughed, the sound cold and hollow. "The difference between us, Elyas?" I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a venomous whisper.
"I own my darkness. You? You're just a pathetic excuse for a monster." My fingers drummed against the table. "Tell me, how does it feel? Knowing you'll rot in that cell while Julie flourishes under my care?"
His face twisted, his chains rattling as he jerked against them. "You stole her from me!"
"Stole?" I chuckled, my smile razor-sharp. "No, Elyas. I saved her from you." I turned to Julie, my hand sliding to her lower back, pulling her against me. "Isn't that right, Julie?"
Julie's breath hitched, her eyes flicking between us. "Y-yes," she whispered, her voice trembling but her chin lifting defiantly.
Elyas's eyes burned with hatred. "You brainwashed her!"
I laughed, the sound dark and knowing. "No, Elyas. I freed her." My gaze cut back to him, cold and final. "You were never man enough to handle her. You broke her. I fixed her." My fingers tightened on Julie's hip. "And now? She's mine."
Elyas's face flushed with rage, his body straining against the chains. "You manipulated her!"
"Manipulated?" I mocked, my voice dripping with arrogance. "I loved her. Something you never understood." I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. "You used her. I cherish her. You destroyed her. I rebuilt her." My smile was a knife. "Face it, Elyas. In every way that matters, I've won."
His breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes darting between us. "She'll see the truth," he snarled. "She'll realize what you are!"
I chuckled, my hand sliding up to grip Julie's throat—not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind her who was in control. "She already knows what I am," I purred, my eyes locking onto his. "And she loves it." My thumb brushed Julie's pulse point, feeling it race beneath my touch. "Isn't that right, Julie?"
Julie's lips parted, her eyes darkening as she leaned into my grip. "Yes," she breathed, her voice husky.
Elyas's face contorted in disgust. "You whore—"
My hand shot out, slamming against the table with a deafening crack. "Enough," I growled, my voice a whip.
"You lost, Elyas. You failed as a husband. You failed as a father. And now? You've failed as a man." I leaned in, my voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "You're nothing now. Less than nothing."
His chains rattled as he jerked against them, his face red with rage. "I'll kill you!"
I smirked. "You can't even wipe your own ass, Elyas." My gaze flicked to his shackled wrists. "But go ahead. Dream about it. It's all you've got left."
Julie's fingers dug into my arm, her voice a whisper. "Jack..."
I turned to her, my expression softening just for her. "Yes, Julie?"
She swallowed hard, her eyes flicking to Elyas before meeting mine. "Can we... can we go now?"
I nodded, my hand sliding down to grip her ass possessively. "Of course." I turned back to Elyas, my voice a blade.
"Enjoy your new home, Elyas. I hear the food is terrible." My smile was a promise. "And the company? Even worse."
Elyas's lips peeled back in a snarl. "I'll haunt you!"
I laughed, the sound cold and final. "You can try." My gaze cut to the one-way mirror, where I knew the guards were watching. "But you'll be forgotten long before that happens."
Julie tugged on my arm, her voice urgent. "Jack, please..."
I nodded, my hand sliding to the small of her back as I guided her toward the door. "Let's go, Julie." My voice was a dark caress. "You've seen enough of this waste of space."
As we turned to leave, Elyas's voice tore through the air, raw and desperate, his chains rattling like the death rattle of a dying man.
"Julie! You can't leave me here! I love you!" His voice cracked, his face contorted in agony, sweat beading on his forehead as he strained against the shackles.
Julie paused, her body tensing, but I kept her moving, my grip on her hip unrelenting. My lips brushed her ear, my voice a dark, velvety growl.
"Ignore him." Then I turned back to Elyas, my smile slow, cruel, and triumphant.
"Oh, Elyas..." I purred, my voice dripping with mock sympathy. "I almost forgot." I stepped closer, my eyes locking onto his with predatory delight. "Your daughter's pussy is very moist just like her mother."
His face went ashen, his body jerking against the chains as if electrocuted. "W-what—?"
I chuckled, the sound cold and knowing. "Oh, didn't Julie tell you?" My fingers tapped against the metal table, each knock like a hammer blow to his psyche.
"Hannah's been such a good girl for me. So eager. So willing." I leaned in, my voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "She begged for my cock, Elyas. Moaned my name while I fucked her raw."
Elyas's face twisted in horror, his stomach heaving. "You lying bastard—!"
"Lying?" I laughed, my smile razor-sharp. "Ask Julie." I turned to her, my hand sliding up to grip her throat, my thumb brushing her pulse point. "Tell him, Julie. Tell him how Hannah spread her legs for me. How she screamed when I came inside her."
Julie's breath hitched, her eyes darkening, but she didn't pull away. "Y-yes," she whispered, her voice trembling but her gaze steady. "She wanted you, Jack. She needed you."
Elyas's body convulsed, his chains clanking as he jerked against them. "No—! You monster—!"
I smirked, my voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Oh, Elyas." I stepped closer, my eyes burning into his. "I'm not the monster here." My fingers tapped the table again. "You are." I leaned in, my voice a blade. "But here's the best part..." I paused, letting the silence hang like a noose. "She might already be carrying my child."
Elyas's face contorted in agony, his body lurching forward as if trying to escape his shackles. "Aaaaaaaaaaa—!" His voice broke into a guttural scream, his stomach heaving as he vomited onto the floor, his body shaking with violent convulsions.
"Don't—! Stop!" He gagged, his eyes watering, his face slick with sweat and bile. "I'll kill you! I'll fucking tear you apart—!"
I laughed, the sound cold and mocking. "You can't even wipe your own ass, Elyas." My gaze flicked to his shackled wrists. "But go ahead. Dream about it." I stepped back, my smile a knife.
"Enjoy rotting in here, knowing your daughter is mine now. That your bloodline will belong to me." My voice dropped to a whisper. "And Julie?" I pulled her closer, my hand sliding down to grip her ass. "She's mine too. Body and soul."
Elyas's screams turned hoarse, his body slumping forward, defeated, broken. "Julie... please..." His voice was a ragged whisper, his eyes pleading.
Julie didn't look back. She leaned into me, her voice a whisper. "Let's go, my husband....."
The door slammed shut behind us, cutting off Elyas's broken sobs, his choking curses, the sound of a man completely shattered.
Julie exhaled shakily, her body pressing into mine, her voice barely audible.
"He's gone."
I pulled her close, my lips brushing her ear, my hand sliding down to grip her ass possessively.
"Forever." My voice was a dark promise, my tone dripping with satisfaction. "And now?" I nipped her earlobe, my cock hardening at the memory of Elyas's breakdown. "Now you're completely mine."
Julie's body trembled, her fingers clutching at my shirt, her voice a breathless whisper.
"Yes..." Her eyes met mine, dark and hungry. "I'm yours."
I smirked, my hand sliding up to grip her throat, my thumb brushing her pulse point, feeling it race beneath my touch.
"Good girl." My voice was a growl, my lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth, claiming her right there in the hallway, not caring who might see.
When I pulled back, her lips were swollen, her eyes glazed, her body pliant against mine.
I pulled her close, my lips brushing her ear. "Forever." My hand slid down to grip her ass, possessively. "Now let's go, Julie." My voice was a dark promise. "And celebrate your freedom."
She looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire. "Yes," she whispered. "Let's go."
As we walked away, I knew one thing for certain:
Elyas was broken.
And Julie?
She was finally mine.
We stepped out of the courthouse and made our way to the parking lot, where Julie's car was parked.
The car door slammed shut with a finality that echoed through the parking lot, sealing us in our own private world of heat and hunger.
Julie slid into the driver's seat, her thighs pressing together as if trying to ease the ache I'd spent all day stoking. But the moment I settled into the passenger seat, that fragile control she'd been clinging to shattered.
With a feral growl, she lunged at me, her lips crashing against mine in a kiss so hungry it stole my breath. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth, demanding, taking, as she climbed over the center console with predatory grace.
The leather seat creaked beneath us as she straddled my lap, her skirt riding up to reveal the glistening, bare flesh of her pussy, already dripping for me.
"Mmm—fuck—!" she moaned into my mouth, her hips grinding against my cock through my pants, the friction making her tremble. "It's all your fault!" Her fingers clawed at my shirt, yanking it from my pants as she panted against my lips.
"You've had me soaking wet all fucking day!" Her hips rolled in desperate circles, her pussy rubbing against the bulge in my pants.
"First in the car with Hannah, then the washroom, then—" Her voice hitched as her clit brushed against my cock, sending a jolt through her. "—fucking courtroom of all places!" Her nails dug into my shoulders, her breath hot and ragged. "You bad, bad man... Now take responsibility and fuck me!"
I grabbed her ass, my fingers sinking into her flesh as I pulled her harder against me. "Look at you," I growled, my voice rough with dark amusement. "My good girl turned filthy slut." I smacked her ass—hard—the sound echoing in the confined space.
SMACK.
Julie yelled into my mouth, her body jerking forward, but her hips never stopped moving, grinding against me with desperate friction. "Mmm—! Yes!" she moaned, her eyes rolling back before locking onto mine, dark and defiant.
"Aren't you afraid..." I murmured, my hand sliding up to grip her throat, my thumb brushing her pulse point. "Of being seen?" My lips curled in a dark smirk as I glanced at the parking lot outside, where cops and lawyers still milled about. "We're still in public, Julie. Anyone could walk by... see what a slut my wife is..."
Julie panted, her chest heaving, but her eyes burned with defiance. "Let them see!" she snarled, her fingers fumbling with my belt, yanking it open with a sharp tug.
"I don't care!" Her voice was a husky growl as she popped the button of my pants and yanked the zipper down, the sound loud in the silence of the car.
"You're here to handle anything that happens..." Her hand dipped into my pants, wrapping around my cock and pulling it out, her fingers stroking the length of me. "So why should I worry?"
Her pussy rubbed against the head of my cock, the wet, obscene sound filling the car as she rolled her hips, coating me in her arousal. "You've been teasing me all day..." she whimpered, her free hand gripping my shoulder as she lifted her hips just enough to align my cock with her entrance.
"Now fuck me, Jack." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her lips brushing my ear. "Or are you too scared to fuck your wife in a parking lot?"
I grabbed her hips, halting her movements, my voice a dark growl. "Scared?" I laughed, the sound low and dangerous. "Baby, I invented this game." My hands slid up to grip her waist, lifting her just enough to tease the head of my cock against her dripping pussy.
"But you're the one who should be scared." My lips brushed her ear, my voice a whisper. "Because after this? You're never getting enough of my cock."
Julie whimpered, her body trembling as I lowered her onto my cock, inch by torturous inch, stretching her tight pussy around me. "Fuck—!" she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, her head falling back as she took all of me. "It's so big—!" she moaned, her hips rolling in slow, deep circles as she adjusted to my size.
The car windows were barely tinted, the parking lot still half-full of people walking to their cars, laughing, talking—oblivious to the filthy scene unfolding just feet away. Anyone could walk by. Anyone could see.
And Julie didn't give a damn.
Her hips started moving, rolling in slow, deep circles, her pussy clenching around my cock as she rode me. "Mmm—yes—!" she moaned, her voice low but uncontrolled, her breath fogging the windows.
"You fill me up so good, Jack..." Her fingers gripped my hair, yanking my head back as she ground her pussy against me. "I've been aching for this all day..."
I gripped her ass, pulling her down harder, faster, my cock thrusting up into her. "That's it," I growled, my voice rough. "Ride me, slut." My hand slid up to grip her throat, my thumb pressing against her pulse. "Let them hear how desperate you are for my cock."
Julie's eyes flashed, her lips parting in a silent scream as she bounced on my cock, her tits pressing against my chest, her nipples hard through her blouse. "Ah—! Jack—!" she whimpered, her body trembling as she got closer. "I love how you fuck me..." Her voice was a breathless moan. "I love how you own me..."
I smirked, my free hand sliding between us to circle her clit, rubbing in tight, fast circles. "Cum for me, Julie," I commanded, my voice a dark purr. "Right now—or I stop."
Julie's back arched violently as the first orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching my cock like a vice as she shuddered above me. "Fuuuuuck—! Jack—!" Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails drawing blood as her body convulsed with pleasure. But I wasn't done with her.
My thumb, still slick from her pussy juices, traced slow, teasing circles around her tight, puckered asshole. She tensed the second I touched her there, her breath hitching in her throat. "N-no—" she whimpered, but her hips kept rolling, grinding her pussy against my cock, betraying her words.
"You like when I touch you here, don't you?" I growled, my voice rough with dark amusement. My thumb pressed against her asshole, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm. "You want me to fuck this tight little hole, too."
Julie moaned, a broken, needy sound that vibrated against my chest. "I.... I don't—" she started, but her words dissolved into a gasping moan as I pressed the tip of my thumb inside her ass. "Aaaah—! Don't—!" Her body jerked, her pussy clenching even tighter around my cock, milking me as her pleasure spiked.
"Liar," I murmured, my thumb sinking another knuckle-deep into her ass, stretching her tight ring. "Your pussy's dripping, Julie." My free hand gripped her throat, forcing her to look at me. "You love this, don't you? Being fucked like a filthy slut in a public parking lot?"
"Mmm—yes—!" she cried, her eyes rolling back as I pushed deeper, my thumb breaching her asshole in slow, deliberate increments. "It's so wrong—!" Her hips rolled faster, grinding her pussy against my cock as she took more of my thumb in her ass. "But I love it—!"
I chuckled, the sound dark and satisfied, as I twisted my thumb inside her, stretching her tight hole. "That's because you are a filthy slut," I growled, my cock throbbing inside her pussy as she clenched around me. "You crave being used like this."
Julie's moans turned into broken, needy whimpers as I pressed deeper, my thumb now buried to the second knuckle in her ass. "Aaaah—! Jack—!" she gasped, her body trembling as I fucked her pussy with my cock while stretching her ass with my thumb. "It's too much—!"
"No, it's not," I snarled, my voice a whip. "You can take it." I thrust my cock up into her pussy while pushing my thumb deeper into her ass, filling her in both holes. "You want it."
"I want it!" she screamed, her orgasm crashing over her again, her pussy gushing around my cock as her ass clenched around my thumb. "I want it all, Jack—!"
I gripped her hip with my free hand, slamming her down onto my cock as I twisted my thumb in her ass, stretching her tight hole as she screamed. "That's it," I growled, my voice rough with pride. "Take my cock in your pussy and my thumb in your ass like the slut you are."
Julie's body convulsed, her moans turning into incoherent, animalistic sounds as she rode me, her pussy and ass clenching around me. "I'm gonna cum—!" she whimpered, her fingers digging into my skin. "I'm gonna cum so hard—!"
"Do it," I commanded, my voice a dark growl. "Cum on my cock, Julie. Now."
Her back arched, her scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm hit, her pussy flooding my cock as her ass pulsed around my thumb. "Fuck—! Jack—!" she cried, her body shuddering with pleasure.
The leather seat groaned like a dying animal as I slammed the recline button, the mechanical whir filling the car as the seat lowered completely, leaving me sprawled like a king on his throne.
Julie's pussy made a filthy, wet PLOP as my cock slipped out, a thick rope of cum stretching between her swollen lips and my throbbing head before snapping with an obscene splat against the seat. Her thighs quivered as she lost her balance, her hands slamming against the dashboard, her knuckles turning white from the desperate grip.
"Aaaah—FUCK—!" she whined, her pussy still pulsing from the last orgasm, her juices dripping down her thighs in thick, shameful streaks. The cool air from the parking lot hit her exposed, glistening flesh, making her nipples harden painfully against her blouse. "Jack, what the—NNNGH—!"
I didn't even look at her.
With a sadistic smirk, I yanked out my phone, angled it just right, and snapped the most degrading photo—my cock, still half-hard and glistening with her cum, framed perfectly with Julie's spread pussy in the background, her skirt hiked up, her ass still red from where my thumb had stretched her.
The flash illuminated every filthy detail—her swollen clit, the cum dripping from her used hole, the finger marks on her thighs from where I'd gripped her like an animal.
CLICK.
"No—! JACK, DON'T—!" she hissed, but it was too late.
I tapped send before she could react, the message whooshing off to Hannah with a single, cruel line:
"Look what a slut your mom is, baby girl... She begged for my cock in a public parking lot while you were at home. Should I punish her for being such a greedy whore? Or should I let you watch next time?"
Julie's face went sheet-white, her manicured nails raking grooves into the dashboard. "You sick fuck—!" Her voice cracked, but the words died in her throat as the phone erupted between us.
RING. RING. RING.
Hannah's name flashed on the screen, her video call blaring through the car's speakers before I could even silence it.
I answered on purpose, my thumb lingering over the speaker button with deliberate slowness. My smirk stretched wider as Julie's pupils blew, her lips parting in silent horror.
The screen flickered to life—Hannah, was naked in the bathroom sitting over a toilet seat. Her voice was thick, dripping with need. "Jack..." A breathy moan slipped out before she could stop it. "Tell me you didn't."
I didn't answer right away. Instead, I let my hand slide up Julie's skirt, my knuckles grazing the inside of her thigh. She trembled, her legs trying—and failing—to clamp shut.
"Oh, baby," I murmured, my voice rough, "I absolutely did." My fingers found her swollen lips. "Your mom's been begging for it since we left the house. Couldn't even wait till we got home."
Julie's face burned crimson. "Hannah, it's not—"
I angled the phone toward her, giving Hannah a perfect view of her mother's flushed cheeks, her heaving chest, the way her thighs quivered as my fingers pressed harder against her. "Not what, Mom?"
Hannah's voice was razor-sharp, but her free hand had already slipped between her legs, her hips rocking in tiny, desperate motions. "Not true that you're dripping for him right now? Not true that you let him fuck you in a fucking parking lot behind my back?"
Julie's breath hitched, her back arching as I dragged a single finger along her slit, the wet sound obscene even over the call. "I.... I-I wasn't planning—"
"Liar." Hannah's laugh was bitter, but her fingers never stopped moving. "You've been craving him." Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper. "Did you think I wouldn't notice how you look at him? How you touch him when you think no one's watching?"
Julie whimpered, her hips jerking as I finally slipped a finger inside her, curling it just right. "Hannah, please—"
"Please what, Mom?" Hannah's voice was a whip crack, but her own breath was ragged, her thighs glistening under the bathroom lights. "Please, let you keep stealing him? Please pretend I don't know how wet you get when he's near?"
She let out a broken little sound, her fingers working faster. "Or are you begging him to fuck you right now?"
I chuckled darkly, adding a second finger, stretching Julie open as her daughter watched. "She is begging, Hannah. Listen." I pulled my fingers free with a lewd pop, and Julie's choked sob filled the car.
Hannah's eyes darkened, her lips parting. "Prove it."
Julie's breath came in sharp gasps, but I didn't give her time to protest. I gripped her chin, forcing her to meet the phone's camera. "Tell her, Julie. Tell your daughter how bad you want my cock."
Her lips trembled. "H-Hannah..."
"Say it," Hannah demanded, her voice trembling with something raw—anger, arousal, need. "Or I swear to God, you'll never get his cock again."
Julie's resistance shattered. A broken sound tore from her throat as I pinched her clit, hard. "I... I want it," she gasped, her voice cracking. "I want him to fuck me, Hannah—I want him everywhere—"
Hannah's breath hitched, her fingers stuttering between her legs. "Mom... you are cheating... with my boyfriend?" The words came out strained, like she was fighting them.
Julie's face burned crimson, her thighs pressing together in a desperate, futile attempt to hide the slick heat between them. The air in the car was thick with the scent of her arousal, musky and intoxicating, and I could see the way her pulse fluttered at her throat, betraying her. "Hannah, it's not—"
I didn't let her finish. With a slow, deliberate motion, I turned the phone toward her, the screen framing her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the way her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths.
"Not what?" Hannah's voice cut through the speaker, sharp as a blade, but there was something else beneath it—something dark and hungry.
"Not true that you spread your legs for him in a public parking lot, Mom?" A pause, heavy with unspoken accusation. Then, softer—deadlier—her voice dropping to a velvet whisper. "Not true that you let him fuck you raw behind my back?"
Julie's breath hitched, her body trembling as my fingers traced a slow, teasing path up her inner thigh, brushing against the damp lace of her panties.
She squirmed, but there was no escape—not from me, not from the truth, not from the way her own body was betraying her. "I—I wasn't trying to—"
"You were," Hannah snapped, her voice dripping with venom, but there was a tremor in it too, something that betrayed her own arousal. "You wanted him all to yourself, didn't you? You wanted to feel him inside you, stretching you, making you scream while I was left alone, imagining it."
Another pause, sweeter this time, more poisonous. "Did you think I wouldn't find out? Did you think I wouldn't smell you on him when he came home?"
Julie's hips jerked involuntarily as my fingers finally found her clit, circling the swollen nub with just enough pressure to make her whimper. "Hannah, please—"
"Please what?" Hannah's tone shifted, her voice turning sultry, almost playful, but with an edge that promised retribution. "Please let you keep fucking him without me? Or are you begging him to stop because you know I'm watching?" She let out a low, throaty laugh. "I can see how wet you are, Mom. I can hear how much you love it."
I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of Julie's ear as I spoke, my voice a dark promise. "Hannah..." I let the word linger, savoring the way Julie's breath hitched.
"You don't know the half of it." My fingers stilled, pressing just hard enough to make her gasp, her nails digging into the leather seat beneath her.
"Julie's been begging for my cock in her ass. She's been fantasizing about it—about how tight she'd be, how much it would hurt, how good it would feel when she finally took every inch."
Hannah's breath caught, the sound sharp and needy over the speaker. "Jack..." Her voice was barely a whisper now, thick with challenge and something darker—desire.
"If you don't fuck Mom's asshole right now..." A pause, heavy with implication. "You can take mine tonight. However, you want it."
Julie's eyes flashed with defiance, but her body told a different story. She shifted, straddling me, her ass grinding against my lap in slow, deliberate circles. Her hand slipped between us, her fingers wrapping around my cock, guiding it to the tight, forbidden ring of muscle.
"Hannah..." Her voice was raw, possessive, trembling with the weight of her own lust.
"That's enough." She leaned closer to the phone, her lips parted, her breath ragged. "Jack is my husband. And I can take his cock wherever the hell I want."
Then Julie sank down—hard—her ass swallowing my cock in one brutal, exquisite motion. The camera captured everything: the way her back arched, the way her lips parted in a silent scream, the way her pussy clenched around nothing, weeping with need.
The wet, obscene squelch of her ass stretching around me filled the car, mingling with her ragged gasps.
"Fuck—!" Julie's nails raked down my chest, her hips already rolling in slow, deliberate circles, her ass milking me with every movement.
Hannah's face twisted on the screen—jealousy, lust, and betrayal warring in her expression. "Mom—!" Her voice cracked, her fingers twisting in her skirt.
"You—you bitch! You said you wouldn't—!" Her breath hitched as Julie's ass took me deeper, the camera angle giving her a perfect view of how stretched she was. "You're ruining him for me!" Her voice rose, shrill with frustration. "He's mine—!"
Julie let out a dark, throaty laugh, her hips swirling in a slow, torturous grind. "Aaaah..." She moaned, her voice dripping with triumph. "Look, Hannah..." She adjusted the phone, tilting it just right so Hannah could see everything—the way my cock disappeared inside her, the way her ass clung to me as she pulled back, only to slam down again.
"Look how deep your boyfriend's cock goes in my ass..." She bit her lip, her eyes locking onto the screen. "Do you really think your tight little hole can take this?" Another slow, deliberate grind. "You'd scream before he even got halfway in."
Hannah's face flushed crimson, her fingers digging into her own thighs. "Shut up!" she snapped, but her voice trembled, her eyes glued to the screen.
"You're just—you're trying to make me jealous!" Her breath hitched as Julie's ass squeezed around me, the wet sounds of her taking me filling the call. "It won't work!"
"Oh?" Julie purred, her hips rolling faster now, her ass slapping against my lap with every downward thrust. "Then why are you touching yourself, baby?" She leaned closer to the camera, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Why are you soaking your panties watching your mom take what you can't?"
Hannah's breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. "I... I-I'm not!" But her fingers twitched, betraying her, and the camera caught the way her thighs pressed together, like she was trying to stifle the ache between them. "You're disgusting!" she hissed, but her voice lacked conviction, her eyes dark with something far more primal than anger.
I groaned, my hands gripping Julie's waist as I looked straight at Hannah. "Hannah..." My voice was rough, strained. "I'm sorry—fuck—your mom's ass just feels too good—" Julie's ass clenched around me, and I thrust up, burying myself to the hilt. "I can't—fuck—I can't stop—!"
Hannah's face twisted, her jealousy boiling over. "You promised me!" Her voice broke, her fingers now frantically rubbing between her legs, her panties discarded somewhere off-screen. "You said I was next—!" Her eyes burned into the screen, watching as Julie's ass swallowed me again and again. "You're supposed to be mine!"
Julie's laughter was dark, triumphant, even as her body trembled with the force of my thrusts. "Promises, promises, darling..." She reached back, spreading herself wider for the camera, giving Hannah an unobstructed view of her ass taking every inch.
"But right now?" Another slow, deliberate grind. "He's filling me up..." She moaned, her voice breaking as I bottomed out inside her. "And you're just... watching."
Hannah's breath came in ragged, desperate gasps. "I hate you," she whimpered, but her eyes were glued to the screen, her fingers moving faster between her legs.
"Both of you—fuck—!" Her voice cracked, her own climax building as she chased it, her jealousy fueling her arousal. "You're ruining him—!"
"Am I?" Julie taunted, her voice breathless as she rode me harder, her ass slapping against my lap. "Or am I just showing you what you can't handle?" She let out a broken moan as I thrust up, my cock pounding into her. "You'd cry if he fucked you like this."
"I wouldn't!" Hannah snapped, but her voice was shaky, her body trembling as she watched. "I.... I could take it better than you—!"
Julie's laugh was dark, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. "Prove it, then," she challenged, her voice a purr. "But right now?" She moaned as I slammed into her, her ass clenching around me. "You're just... watching your mom get fucked."
Hannah's breath hitched, her fingers moving frantically as she chased her own release. "I hate you," she whispered again, but her voice was lost, her eyes glazed with lust. "I hate you—!"
And then Julie's orgasm crashed over her, her body seizing as she came with a broken cry, her ass milking my cock as her pussy gushed, soaking the seat beneath her. "HANNAH—!" Her voice was raw, desperate. "Watch me own him—!"
Hannah's climax tore through her, her body shuddering violently as she came, her fingers buried between her legs, her eyes locked onto the screen—onto us. "I hate you," she gasped, her voice broken, her jealousy raw and trembling. "But next time..." Her gaze burned into the camera, her voice a dark, breathless promise. "Next time, I'm taking him first."
Then—
A voice.
Not ours.
"Hannah...?"
A beat of dead silence.
Hannah's face paled, her eyes widening in horror. "What—?" She fumbled with the phone, her fingers slipping in her own arousal. "What the fuck—?"
"Hannah..." The voice came again, clearer now, curious. "What's that sound? Are you okay?"
Haruna.
Julie froze mid-motion, her ass still impaled on my cock, her breath catching in her throat. "H-Hannah..." Her voice was a whisper, but it carried—raw, panicked. "Tell me you didn't—"
Hannah's face twisted in panic. "Fuck—FUCK—!" She scrambled, knocking something over—a glass—the sound of it shattering against the floor.
"I—I forgot—!" Her voice was a frantic whisper, her eyes darting between us and the screen.
"I'm at Haruna's place—!" Her breath hitched, her fingers trembling as she grabbed the phone, her thumb fumbling over the screen. "The call was on speaker—!"
Julie's body tensed around me, her ass clenching instinctively. "Hannah, you stupid—!" She cut herself off, her face draining of color as the reality sank in.
"Oh God—" Her voice was a whimper, her hips twitching involuntarily, my cock still buried deep inside her. "She heard—"
Haruna's voice came again, closer now, like she was leaning toward the phone. "Hannah? Who are you talking to?" A pause. Then, softer—dangerously curious. "...Is that moaning I hear?"
Hannah's breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, her fingers trembling as she clutched the phone. "N-No! I—I was just—" She swallowed hard, her eyes darting between the camera and the door, her voice cracking under the weight of her lies. "W-Watching something! A—a movie!"
A beat of heavy silence.
Then—
"A movie?" Haruna's voice dripped with skepticism, her tone laced with amusement. "What kind of movie makes you sound like that, Hannah? The kind where they moan like sluts?" A pause, the sound of Haruna's footsteps drawing closer. "Or the kind where they beg for cock like whores?"
Hannah's face burned crimson, her thighs pressing together as if she could stifle the ache between them. "N-No! It's just—some funny video!" She fumbled with the phone, her fingers slipping on the screen, her breath hitching as Julie's moans spilled through the speakers—raw, unfiltered, obscene.
Haruna's voice cut through the tension, sharp and teasing. "Hannah, don't tell me you're watching porn in my washroom..." The doorknob rattled, the sound sending a jolt of panic through Hannah. "Because if you are, baby..." Haruna's voice dropped to a purr, "I want to watch too."
Hannah's breath hitched, her fingers flying as she yanked her panties up, her skirt down, her body trembling with shame and arousal. "What do I do now—?" She whipped her head toward the camera, her eyes wild, desperate, her voice a whisper. "She's right there—!"
I chuckled, my hands still gripping Julie's hips, my cock buried deep inside her tight, stretching asshole. "Just show her." My voice was a growl, dark and commanding.
"Show Haruna your phone." I rolled my hips, making Julie gasp, her ass clenching around me, her pussy dripping onto the seat beneath her. "She won't know it's me and Julie." Another slow, deliberate thrust. "She can't see our faces."
I leaned in, my lips brushing Julie's ear as I spoke, my voice a filthy whisper. "Don't you think it would be hot..." My fingers dug into Julie's flesh, my cock pounding into her harder, making her whimper. "To let Haruna watch... and think it's just some dirty porn?"
Hannah's eyes flashed with something dark—mischief, lust, defiance. She bit her lip, her gaze locking onto the camera, her voice trembling with arousal. "I would do it..." Her fingers traced the edge of the phone, her breath coming in short, needy gasps. "But you have to promise me something first, Jack."
I raised an eyebrow, my grip on Julie tightening as I slammed into her, making her cry out, her ass squeezing me tight. "Oh?" My voice was a growl, my cock throbbing inside her. "What's your price, baby?"
Hannah's voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes burning into the camera. "Fuck me in front of Mom." Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. "Let her watch while I ride your cock..." A slow, deliberate pause.
"Let her hear me scream while you destroy my tight little asshole." Her voice was raw, filthy. "And Mom will only get to watch..." She leaned closer to the camera, her breath hot, her words a dark promise.
"You'll be mine. Alone." Her fingers trailed down her body, slipping between her thighs. "No more sharing with Mommy."
Julie's body tensed around me, her breath hitching, her face flushing with humiliation and rage. "You—" Her voice was shaking, betrayed.
"You little slut!" She glared at the screen, her nails digging into my skin. "You're betraying your mother like this?!" Her voice cracked, her ass clenching around my cock as shame and arousal warred inside her.
"Aren't you ashamed...?" A broken sound escaped her. "Asking me to watch while he fucks you...?" Her voice was raw, trembling. "Aren't you too much of a whore even for him?"
I grinned, my fingers digging into Julie's hips as I pounded into her harder, making her scream. "Fine." My voice was a growl, my cock throbbing inside her.
"But what if..." I leaned in, my lips brushing Julie's ear, my voice a filthy taunt. "What if you need your mom's help in the end?" I slammed into her, making her cry out, her ass squeezing me tight.
"What if you can't satisfy me, baby?" My voice dropped to a whisper. "What if your little asshole isn't enough?"
Hannah's eyes flashed with arrogance, her fingers circling her clit through her panties. "That won't happen." Her voice was cold, confident, filthy.
"I'll make you cum instantly with my tight little asshole..." She smirked, her fingers rubbing faster. "Mom won't even have a chance." Her breath hitched, her voice dropping to a moan. "I'll milk your cock dry..." A slow, deliberate pause. "And you'll beg me for more."
Haruna's voice cut through the tension, sharp, impatient. "Hannah...?" The doorknob rattled again.
Hannah's face twisted in panic. "I.... I-I'm opening it!" She slammed her thumb down, the screen going black—
But the call was still connected.
I looked at Julie, my finger pressing to my lips—shhh.
A smirk curled at the edge of my lips as I unleashed my Telekinesis. The camera angle tilted smoothly, the phone hovering just above
Julie's stomach—positioned to give Haruna an unobstructed view. To sell the illusion further, I signaled SERA to hijack Hannah's phone, locking the screen into full-screen mode. Haruna wouldn't suspect a thing; to her, it would just look like a normal porn video.
Julie's asshole stretched obscenely around my thick, veiny cock, glistening with lube and her own filthy arousal.
Julie's pussy was gushing, her juices squirting with every deep, punishing thrust, her clit pulsing and swollen as her asshole stretched obscenely around my thick, veiny cock.
The leather seat beneath her was soaked, her body betraying her with every filthy sound—wet, sloppy, obscene—the kind of sounds that made it impossible to deny what was happening.
And from the other end of the call, we heard—
"Hannah..." Haruna's voice was low, dangerous, darkly amused, like a predator toying with her prey. "Tell me seriously, you little slut..."
"What exactly were you watching? Because it sounds like someone's getting their ass destroyed." Another pause, her voice dropping to a purr. "And judging by those moans... they're loving every second of it."
Hannah's voice stammered, her breath shaking, her fingers clutching the phone like a lifeline. "N-Nothing! I—I swear—!" She swallowed hard, her voice cracking under the weight of her lies. "It was just a comedy video! A funny one!"
Haruna scoffed, her tone dripping with skepticism, her laughter dark and knowing. "A comedy video..." A beat, the sound of rustling—clothes being moved, fabric shifting.
"With moans like that? Baby, I know what porn sounds like." Her voice dropped to a whisper, filthy and taunting. "And that? That's the sound of a slut getting fucked hard."
"Haruna—!" Hannah's voice spiked, panicked, her fingers trembling as she tried to snatch the phone back. "Don't—! Stop—! Why are you taking my phone—?!"
"Hmph." Haruna's voice was smug, knowing, unapologetic. "Because I want to see." The sound of her thumb swiping across the screen, unlocking it. "I want to see what kind of porn has my best friend so desperate she's moaning in my bathroom."
A beat.
Then—
"Hannah..." Haruna's voice dropped to a whisper, dark, hungry, like she was savoring every second of this.
"What. The. Fuck." A pause, the sound of her breath hitching, sharp, needy. "Is that a cock stretching some slut's asshole...?" Another pause, her voice lower, filthier, dripping with lust. "Or..." A slow, deliberate pause. "Is it yours?"
Hannah's breath caught, her fingers freezing mid-air, her body betraying her as her thighs pressed together, desperate to ease the ache between them.
"It's not—!" Her voice was weak, unconvincing, her face burning with shame—but her body trembled, her nipples hard beneath her shirt, her panty-soaked thighs rubbing together in frantic, needy little motions.
And then—
I slammed my cock upward, hard, brutal, burying myself to the hilt inside Julie's tight, stretching asshole.
"AAAAAAAAAAH FUCK—!" Julie's scream tore through the air, her back arching, her pussy gushing as her ass milked my cock, her juices dripping down my balls, soaking the seat beneath her.
Haruna's voice gasped, shocked, aroused. "Oh. My. God." A beat, her breath hitching. "Hannah... look at her pussy..." Her voice was husky, filthy, dripping with lust.
"It's dripping..." Another pause, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Every time his cock pushes deep in her ass..." A slow, deliberate moan spilled from her lips. "She's squirting like a whore."
Hannah's face burned, her fingers clenching the phone, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. "Haruna—!"
"Hannah..." Haruna's voice was soft, deadly, darkly intrigued, like she was peeling back Hannah's secrets one by one. "You never told me..." A pause, the sound of her fingers sliding between her own legs, her breath quickening.
"You watch this kind of porn now?" Another pause, her voice dropping to a purr. "I thought you liked those Japanese ones..." A slow, teasing laugh. "The ones I showed you..."
Hannah's voice cracked, panicked, desperate. "I—I just—!" She swallowed hard, her fingers twisting in her skirt. "I like this now...!"
"Hannah..."
Haruna's voice was a blade wrapped in silk—soft, but with an edge that promised to cut deep. It slithered through the phone, dark and intrusive, like she was reaching through the screen to wrap her fingers around Hannah's throat.
There was something dangerous in her tone, something that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. She wasn't just asking a question. She was peeling Hannah open, layer by layer, exposing every lie, every secret, every filthy little thought she'd tried to bury.
The pause that followed was heavy, suffocating. The only sound was the faint, teasing drag of Haruna's fingers against the screen—slow, deliberate, like she was tracing the outline of Hannah's body instead of glass. "And don't lie to me, baby."
The words were a growl, low and rough, the kind of voice that made your stomach clench and your thighs press together. It wasn't a request. It was a command. One that said she already knew the truth and was just waiting for Hannah to admit it.
Hannah's breath hitched, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her skirt. She didn't answer. She didn't have to. The way her cheeks flushed, the way her lips parted—Haruna could see right through her.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Haruna tugged Hannah down onto the bed beside her, her grip firm, possessive.
She arranged them against the headboard, a pillow propped behind their backs, their bodies pressed close. Too close. Intimate. "Come sit here," Haruna murmured, her voice a dark purr, "and tell me the truth."
Her free hand slid up Hannah's thigh, her thumb tracing slow, teasing circles against the inside of her knee. Not quite innocent. Not quite accidental. Just enough to make Hannah's breath stutter, her body tensing with something that wasn't quite fear.
The air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat, arousal, and something darker—shame, maybe, or the electric charge of secrets unraveling.
Hannah's chest heaved, her breath coming in ragged gasps, like she'd just run a marathon or been fucked senseless. Her voice was a wreck—small, cracked, trembling with the weight of what she was about to admit.
"It—it was Jack." The words stumbled out of her, clumsy and desperate, like she was trying to shove them back in even as they spilled free. Her fingers twisted in the fabric of her skirt, knuckles white, thighs pressing together as if she could trap the heat pooling between them.
"He said..." Another shaky inhale, her lips parting, tongue darting out to wet them.
"He said he was going to take my virgin ass." The confession hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Her cheeks burned crimson, but there was something else beneath the shame—a flicker of defiance, like she was daring anyone to judge her for it.
"So I was watching..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible. "To learn... how to please him."
I hadn't expected Hannah to throw me under the bus like this. Not that it mattered. The damage was already done, the words out there, twisting in the air like smoke.
My cock throbbed at the thought of her—innocent, trembling Hannah—imagining me stretching her open, claiming what no one else ever had. The mental image alone was enough to make my grip tighten on Julie's hip, my fingers digging into her flesh.
Then Haruna's voice shattered the silence like glass. "WHAT?!" The word was a scream, raw and disbelieving, her breath catching so hard it sounded like she was choking.
There was a beat of dead silence—just the sound of Hannah's ragged breathing, the wet squelch of Julie's pussy as she shifted against my hand.
I didn't look away from Julie. Her body was strung tight, every muscle coiled as she listened to Hannah's confession. I could feel her asshole clenching around my cock, her thighs trembling as she bit down on her lower lip hard enough to leave marks.
A drop of precum leaked from the tip of my cock, smearing against her asshole as I dragged my fingers through the slick mess of her pussy. She was dripping, her clit swollen and throbbing under my touch.
"You like that, don't you?" My lips brushed the shell of Julie's ear, my voice a dark, velvety growl—low enough that the phone's microphone wouldn't catch it, but loud enough to make her feel every filthy word.
My fingers never stopped moving, tracing slow, deliberate circles over her clit, teasing her just enough to keep her on the edge. "Hearing about how I'm going to stretch Hannah's tight little ass open... how I'm going to make her beg for it... while you're here, spread wide for me like the good little slut you are."
Julie's breath hitched, her body tensing before melting into the couch, her hips rocking in tiny, desperate motions against my hand. A broken whimper escaped her, her nails digging into the fabric beneath her.
She knew better than to make too much noise—not when Haruna and Hannah were still on the line, not when the camera was still rolling. But the way her thighs trembled, the way her pussy clenched around nothing, told me everything I needed to know.
She loved it.
"Aaaah—don't..." she begged, but her voice was already breaking, her body betraying her as she rocked against my fingers. "Aaaah, hmmmmm—" The moan tore out of her, high and needy, her nails digging into the couch cushions.
The phone screen framed Haruna's face in stark, unflinching detail—her dark eyes wide, lips slightly parted as if she'd forgotten how to breathe. She looked like she'd been struck, her usual composure shattered in an instant.
The camera angle was cruelly perfect, capturing the way her chest rose and fell in uneven bursts, the rapid flutter of her pulse betraying her at the base of her throat. She was beautiful like this—raw, exposed, unguarded.
Hannah's words had landed like a blow, and for a heartbeat, something dark and jagged flickered across Haruna's face. Jealousy. Pure, unfiltered, and sharp enough to cut.
It twisted her features for just a second before she forced it down, her expression smoothing into something saccharine, something practiced. The mask slipped into place, but not fast enough—I'd seen the crack.
"Hannah..." Haruna's voice was tight, strained, but she painted on a smile, her fingers whitening around the edges of the phone. The sweetness in her tone was too deliberate, too thin.
"I didn't expect... You and Jack would reach this point so soon." Her gaze flicked away, just for a moment, as if she couldn't bear to look at Hannah while asking. "Have you already... done it?"
Hannah hesitated. She knew. Of course, she knew—Haruna's feelings for me weren't exactly a secret. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tension, before Hannah's cheeks flushed, her voice dropping into something falsely shy.
"We... haven't done it yet." A pause. A lie. "He must be teasing me on purpose..." Her fingers twitched against her thigh, betraying the way her body reacted to the thought, to the memory of what she'd just witnessed.
Haruna's smile stayed fixed in place, but her grip on the phone tightened until her knuckles bleached white.
The jealousy was still there—banked, but not gone—simmering beneath her carefully composed expression like a live wire, waiting for the right spark to ignite.
I could feel it, thick and electric in the air between us, even through the screen. The taste of it was intoxicating, like salt and something darker, something that made my pulse kick with anticipation.
I tore my gaze away from the phone and looked down at Julie. Her climax had wrecked her—her body still trembling, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.
I slid my fingers free from her soaked pussy with a slow, deliberate drag, and she whimpered, her hips jerking weakly as if chasing the contact. But I wasn't done. Not even close.
I leaned in, my breath scorching against her skin as my fingers joined my cock inside her, both filling her ass in a way that made her body tremble. She was stretched obscenely, her hole clenching around me as I traced slow, deliberate circles along her rim.
The sensation was too much—her back arched, a broken whimper escaping her lips as I pulled my fingers free with a wet, lewd sound. "Aaaaaah... your fingers... aaaaaaaaah—!" The words dissolved into a moan as I withdrew my cock, leaving her empty, her ass gaping and dripping, her body suspended in the air as if she were weightless, as if she existed only for this—only for me.
I gripped my cock, thick and heavy in my hand, the veins pulsing as I lined myself up with her again. Julie's breath hitched, her body tensing, but she didn't pull away.
She wanted this. Wanted the burn, the stretch, the way I'd split her open and fill her so completely that she'd forget everything but the feel of me inside her. Her ass twitched, already hungry, already begging for more.
"You can take it," I growled, pressing the head of my cock against her slick, used hole. "You're going to take every fucking inch." And then I pushed in, watching as her body yielded to me, her moans filling the room—filling the phone—as I claimed her all over again.
"You're gonna take it," I growled, pressing the head of my cock against her tight hole. "All of it."
Julie whimpered, her fingers clawing at the couch cushions as I pushed inside. There was no gentleness, no easing in—just the raw, relentless stretch of her ass around my cock, her body resisting before giving way with a broken cry.
"Fuck—! It's too big!" Her voice cracked, but her hips rocked back, taking me deeper, her asshole fluttering around me like it was made for this.
I groaned, my hands tightening on her hips as I bottomed out, my balls pressing against her. "You can take it," I snarled, pulling back before slamming into her again. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, wet and obscene, Julie's moans growing louder, more desperate with every thrust.
Julie's ass was perfect—tight, hot, clenching around me like she never wanted to let go. I could feel her struggling to take me, her body trembling as I fucked her harder, deeper, my cock swelling with every snap of my hips. "You're mine," I growled, my voice rough with lust. "This ass is mine."
Julie could only sob in response, her body arching as I pounded into her, her tits bouncing with every rough thrust. The sounds she made—need, pain, pleasure all tangled together—were filthy, and I loved it. My cock throbbed, my release building, coiling tight in my gut.
On the phone screen, Haruna's expression was a mix of fascination and confusion, her dark eyes locked onto the movement, the way Julie's body jerked with every thrust.
She still thought this was a porn video—some staged, scripted scene—but the way her breath hitched, the way her fingers dug into Hannah's thigh, told me she was into it. Too into it.
No idea that I had positioned the phone just right, giving her a perfect, unobstructed view of Julie's ass, stretched obscenely around my cock. No idea that the ragged moans she heard were real, raw, hers for the taking if she only reached out.
Hannah leaned closer, her cheeks flushed as she watched the screen, her own breath coming faster. "Haruna..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Do you think—?"
But Haruna didn't answer. She couldn't. Her gaze was glued to the screen, her lips parted as she watched my cock disappear into Julie's ass again and again.
My balls drew up, my orgasm crashing over me with a force that stole my breath. With a groan, I buried myself deep and unloaded, my cum spurting into Julie's ass in thick, hot pulses. "Fuck—!" I hissed, my grip on her hips bruising as I emptied myself inside her.
Julie moaned with every spurt, her body jerking, her asshole milking me for every last drop. "Ahhh—! God, it's so hot—" she whimpered, her voice trembling. "I can feel you—it's filling me—!" Her words dissolved into a broken cry as I kept pumping my cum into her, my cock twitching with the last of my release.
I didn't pull out right away. Instead, I let her feel it—the weight of me inside her, the way my cum filled her, dripped from her stretched hole when I finally withdrew. And then I did something worse.
The air was thick with the scent of sex, the kind that clung to the skin and lingered in the back of the throat. I pulled my cock free with a slow, deliberate motion, savoring the way Julie's asshole clung to me before finally releasing.
A thick, pearly rope of cum spilled from Julie's stretched rim, dripping down the curve of her ass and over her thighs in slow, obscene rivulets. The camera caught every detail—the way her hole stayed gaping, glistening and hungry, the way her muscles twitched as if still begging for more.
My fingers traced her rim, teasingly pushing the cum back inside, only to watch it spill out again, thicker this time, dripping beneath her.
Julie let out a breathy, needy whimper as another drop slid free, her voice trembling just loud enough to carry over the phone. "Fuck... it's still leaking..." Her words were a husky murmur, the kind that made it clear she wasn't just talking to me—she was talking to them, too.
The thought sent a fresh surge of arousal through me, my cock already stirring again at the sound of her voice, at the way her ass clenched around nothing, as if trying to milk more out of the air itself.
On the screen, Haruna's breath hitched sharply, her fingers digging into her thighs as she pressed them together, her eyes locked onto Julie's dripping asshole. The way her chest rose and fell, rapid and shallow, betrayed how hard she was fighting to stay quiet.
Hannah's face was a fucking masterpiece—twisted in a mix of rage and need, her fingers digging into her thighs like she could strangle the ache between them. Her hand was pressed so hard against her pussy I could almost hear the wetness through the phone, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
She was fighting it, but her body wasn't listening—her hips shifted restlessly, her thighs trembling as if she were already imagining my hands on her instead of her own.
Haruna, meanwhile, was a fucking disaster. Her fingers shook like a junkie in withdrawal as she fumbled with her phone, her thumb slipping over the screen again and again before she finally managed to lock it. But the call didn't drop. Oh no—it stayed wide open, every ragged breath, every whispered word bleeding straight into our ears.
Julie was still a fucking mess—her ass gaping, my cum dripping down her thighs, her pussy soaked from the way I'd wrecked her. I yanked her onto my lap, her body collapsing against mine with a needy whimper.
She was still trembling, her cunt throbbing around nothing, her ass twitching like it was begging for more. I muted the phone with one hand, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks, my cock already stirring again at the thought of what we were about to hear.
Haruna's voice cut through first, sharp with shock. "Hannah... what the fuck—you flooded the bed. Jesus, it's dripping."
Hannah's voice was pure panic, her words tumbling out in a breathless rush. "What the hell are you—? Don't you dare—ah!—fuck, Haruna, stop—!" The sound of fabric tearing, the wet squelch of fingers pressing against bare skin—it was so loud I could picture it perfectly.
"You're not wearing any fucking panties," Haruna hissed, her voice thick with something dark—jealousy, arousal, the need to win. "You're just... bare under that skirt, aren't you? Wet and ready for him."
Julie let out a broken laugh, her ass clenching around nothing as she shifted in my lap, another thick drop of cum slipping from her used hole and splattering onto my thigh. "Fuck, they're wild," she gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she listened, her own breath hitching when Hannah's next words came through, raw and desperate.
"Haruna..." Hannah's voice was a whine, her pride crumbling. "Then explain why your panties are soaked through. Why are you squeezing your thighs together?"
Julie's eyes darkened, her lips parting as she grinded her pussy down against me, her ass still loose and dripping from the last fucking. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, her voice low and filthy. "They're both so fucking desperate for it..."
Haruna's voice dropped, her usual composure shattered. "It's—fuck—it's the video, okay?! Watching him ruin that woman's asshole like that, hearing her moan—" Her breath hitched, the sound of her fingers working between her own legs unmistakable now.
Haruna's voice was a razor blade wrapped in silk, sharp with accusation. "Don't you dare change the fucking topic." Her breath hitched, the sound of her fingers working between her thighs growing wetter, messier.
"Why the hell are your panties gone, Hannah?" Haruna's voice was a whip crack of accusation, her words dripping with something darker—something that sounded an awful lot like want.
"Did you just decide to strut around with that bare, dripping cunt for him? Or did he steal them from you like the desperate little whore you are?"
The line hummed with static, but beneath it, the slick, obscene sounds of their fingers working themselves grew louder, wetter. Haruna's breath hitched, her own arousal bleeding into every syllable, her voice trembling with the effort of holding back.
Hannah's answer came in a broken, shame-drenched whimper. "It was Jack, okay?!" Her voice cracked, the humiliation only making it filthier, her fingers no doubt buried deep between her thighs as she confessed.
"This morning... I was still half-asleep, and he just—fuck—he tore them off me." A ragged gasp, the sound of her back arching, her body betraying her.
"He told me if I wanted them back, I'd have to earn them." Her breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, her voice dissolving into something breathy, something needy. "He said... I had to beg for them. And I—ah—I couldn't..."
Haruna's laugh sliced through the line, sharp as a blade and just as dangerous, her jealousy bleeding into every syllable. "You let him." Her voice cracked, her fingers working her cunt with frantic, wet strokes, the sound of her arousal thick and obscene.
"You fucking loved it. You wanted him to do it." The bed creaked beneath her, her breath hitching as her own confession spilled out, her body betraying her. "God, I hate that I'm even listening to this—ah—but I can't stop—"
Julie's body moved against mine, her ass still loose and dripping, her cunt rubbing against my cock in slow, deliberate circles. The sound of her wet flesh against mine was filthy, her voice a breathless pant.
"Fucking sluts," she moaned, her hips rolling in dirty, teasing motions, her fingers digging into her clit. "They're both so fucking desperate for it..." Her ass clenched around nothing, her body craving more, always more.
Then—silence.
The call cut off.
Hannah.