Bray Array - The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

“You can’t handle me,” he said with confidence.

“Try me.”

Peter began to undo his tie, keeping his eyes on Anais the entire time. Once he unbuttoned his shirt, he pulled Anais out of her cropped jacket and threw it off to the side. He kissed her forcefully and shoved his hand up her skirt, rubbing the lips of her already wet pussy. Anais moaned into his mouth and went to undo his hands, before he pounced on her and held her arms above her head. “You don’t get to touch me.” With one hand he held her arms down and with the other he continued his violation of her.

She shifted beneath his touch and looked at him with lust in her eyes. He stuck two fingers inside of her and finger fucked her hard, getting his fingers slick with her wetness. She bucked against his fingers before he removed him, denying her of the pleasure.

Peter took his pants and boxers off and pulled Anais to her knees, forcing his cock into her mouth. “Suck me,” he said. He held her hair in a vice grip and fucked her face. Anais swallowed him eagerly and sloppily, getting him wet with her spit.

He exhaled deeply and starred upward at the ceiling, pounding into her with such force that it nearly choked her.

He pulled himself out of her mouth and forced her back onto the table. He squeezed her neck gently and hiked her skirt up around her waist and threw her legs up into the air, opening her pussy to him.

“Is this what you are willing to do for your freedom?

“A girl’s gotta do-“

Before she could finish, he pushed into her, and she cried out in pleasure.

“Is this what you are willing to do for your freedom?”

The grinded into one another, two joined as one. He squeezed her neck a little tighter before pulling out of her. He left her spread eagle on the table and walked around her like a lion stalking its prey. He circled the table once and then flip her over onto her stomach, entering her again and fucking her once more. He pulled her hair. Anais met his thrusts with enthusiasm, looking at the both of them in the two way mirror.

He pulled out of her once more and went to his pants thrown across the room. He dug into his pockets until he pulled out another bottle of lubricant and a 10-inch dildo. He spread some lubricant across his fingers and worked his way into her tight asshole. She gripped the table and cried out in pleasure as he worked the full length of his middle and index fingers into her.

Anais moved with his fingers, and then he removed those and inserted the lubricated dildo into her almost all the way to the other end. Once that was in place, he stuck his dick inside of her pussy and fucked both of her holes.

“Spread your cheeks,” he demanded. Anais did as she was told. At the sight of her spread open holes, Peter thrust harder into her and Anais enjoyed every single second of it.

“Did you do all of that stuff?”

“No!” she said.

He fucked her harder. “Did you commit those crimes?”

“No!”

He growled into her ear, “I’m not going to stop until you confess.”

“There’s nothing to confess to.” She braced herself for what was coming. Peter slapped her ass hard.

“Confess!” He slapped her again.

The table cut into her stomach as he pounded into her. He held her neck down with his free hand.

“Confess and you won’t rot in jail.”

“I didn’t do it.” Anais could barely speak because she was overcome with pleasure. Peter continued fucking her. He stopped.

“You can’t come until you confess.” His thrusts became slower. “So did you do it?”

“No.” Electricity shot up her spine. She squeezed her muscles tighter around the dildo and her husband’s dick and he grunted in response.

“Did you do it?”

“No.” They continued on like this, and Peter smacked her ass and pulled her hair and abused his privileges as a cop.

Finally, Anais could not stand it any longer.

“Did you do the crimes?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her orgasm overcame her with fury and the table shook along with her. To her, it felt like it lasted forever, but the contractions finally subsided in her pussy and she laid on the table completely spent.

Peter was still hard, but he pulled himself and the dildo out of her. He whispered in her ear, “Even though you’ve confessed, I’m still not done with you.”

He went into the room and brought in a bag of stuff and dropped it on the table. Anais saw ball gags and scarves and nipple clamps in the bag.

“I’m to make you regret ever committing a crime,” he said. He growled into her ear, “Now you will get to see how depraved I am.”

For the next 30 minutes, Peter continued his violation of her, first putting the ball gag in her mouth.

“You’re a sick woman,” he said.

He tied a silk scarf around her eyes, plunging her vision into pitch black darkness. She felt some feathers run along the length of her spine and she shuddered. The feather went back up her spine and she heard Peter growl. He flipped her over and stuck his dick between her tits, rubbing up and down her chest, bumping it against her chin. He rolled her nipples between his finger and thumb and pulled it taut.

Anais moaned into the ball gag. She heaved her chest into the air.

Peter pulled her up to a sitting position and licked her open mouth while cupping her breasts in his hands.

He looked at her. Grabbing a pair of handcuffs from off the table, he locked her hands behind her. “You’re officially under arrest.”

Anais once again moaned. Peter put the nipple clamps on her and stuck his dick inside of her, thrusting upward into her, holding her body close to his. “You are going to rot in jail for the rest of your life, and I will be there to fuck you and never let you forget why you’re there in the first place,” he whispered.

She moaned her approval. Peter ran his fingers gently through her hair and kissed the side of her mouth.

His thrusting became more urgent. “You want me to torment you for the rest of your days?”

She responded in kind, bouncing madly up and down his dick, grinding her pelvis into his. Peter bit her on her earlobe. He turned her over and fucked her from behind once more, holding her hair in a vice grip, making her ass cheeks bounce back and forth, until his thrusts grew more shallow; he stiffened up and let out a primal groan and released his seed deep inside of her. “You are mine,” he growled.

He pulled out of her. His hands moved gently while they unlocked the handcuffs from around her wrists, untied the scarf and removed the ball gag from her mouth. He picked her up and carried her to bed, tucking her underneath the covers. He pushed some hair out of her face.

“Are you satisfied woman?”

“Yes I am man.”

He kissed her on her forehead. “Do you need a towel?”

“Yes, thank you.”

They cleaned up and Peter crawled into bed with his wife. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby.”

***

Collin ran into the car before his parent could even get out.

“Hi sweetie, what’s wrong?” Anais asked.

“Thomas had a bad case of diarrhea while we were at the trampoline center and we had to bring him home and he stunk up the whole car.”

“Oh no,” Anais said. Peter stifled a laugh.

“But other than that, we had fun. We made some smores and watched a few movies and hit the piñata. I got some candy. Did you have fun last night while I was gone?”

“Oh, we had a lot of fun kiddo,” Peter said.

“What did you do?”

“Um…”

Peter made the save, “We played Scrabble.”

“Yeah, Scrabble.”

***

At home, Collin took his stuff to his room and then ran down stairs to turn on the television.

Rosie was still gone to the casino.