Dirty Ties

Screw it. Lots of men spanked their lovers, and I wanted her ass a blistering shade of red. Let her explain the marks to her husband.

I slammed my hand against her other cheek, thrilling in her husky gasp. “Bend over the mattress. Face down. Feet on the floor. Legs spread.”

I was attempting to remove the intimacy, but as she threw back the bedspread and so easily obeyed my order, a chill licked up my spine. My lungs panted, and my cock ached in the confines of my jeans. I’d never been this hard in my life.

I stepped behind her and drank in the arches of her heart-shaped backside, the red skirts of her dress stopping just below her bare pussy. “Keep your eyes forward. Hands on the mattress beside your head.”

She did as told, her voice breathy with her own command. “Condom.”

Crouching behind her tight, curvy legs, I dragged my overnight bag across the carpet. Under the guise of digging for condoms, I removed the phone from my back pocket and opened the app that controlled the wireless cameras.

I’d set up the tiny eyes at every angle, hiding them in the headboard, the picture frame on the wall, the overhead light, and under the counter of the dresser behind me. Hi-tech proof.

Once the cameras started recording, I intended to keep her nudity as hidden as possible. Who knew what Trent would do with the footage? If her only crime was adultery…

I raked a hand through my hair. No way around it, this would be a humiliating, potentially-scandalous sex tape, but it didn’t have to be titillating. After I merged and edited the videos, removing all shots of my face, the final clip would show the breach of contract, nothing more.

All I had to do was hit the on button on the camera app.

All I had to do was ignore the guilt tugging on my attraction for her. I wanted to hate her for that, for seducing me so thoroughly.

“Logan?” Her ankles wobbled in the sky-high heels, her fists bunching in the bedding beside her head.

My jaw clenched painfully as I moved my thumb and powered on the cameras. Don’t think about it. Just enjoy her.

I dropped the phone on the bag, grabbed the box of rubbers, and tossed them on the bed in front of her face. Then I knelt behind her. Shifting closer, close enough for her to feel my breaths on the back of her thighs, I examined her delectable legs from her feet to her ass.

Sheer black stockings stretched over her skin, ending above her knees and held up by the garters that peeked from beneath the hem of her dress. If I lifted that hem, I’d find her swollen flesh saturated with her arousal. Her bent position and wide stance would also give me a glimpse of her anus, one of the many holes I intended to lose myself in for endless hours tonight.

The impatient burn between my legs ignited with a swelling burst of lust. I gripped her hips and slid my tongue over my bottom lip, wetting it, then slowly brushed my mouth along the inside of her knee, over the top of the stocking, and up her inner thigh.

The skirt gathered on my forehead as I licked from her piercing to the pucker of her ass, dipping deep along her slit with each swipe and lapping up her sharply sweet flavor.

The muscles in her legs flexed and quivered as her ass rocked against my face. I felt her need in every aching organ in my body and gave it back with a frantic tongue, a scrape of teeth, and the ruthless thrust of my hand.

Christ, I couldn’t have kept my fingers out of her if I tried. She was so damned tight, so silky and warm. If I could’ve formed a coherent sentence, I would’ve told her so.

Instead, I used my lips to show my appreciation, licking and sucking, swirling my tongue around the clenched rim of her ass as my fingers drove harder, deeper inside her cunt.

The stubble on my face was sloppy wet, every inch of my hand drenched with her juices. I fucking loved it. So much so, it was easy to forget there was a man waiting for her at home.

Keeping her face forward and her hands on the bed like I’d ordered, she screamed as I fingered her through her second orgasm. As the convulsions along her inner walls relaxed, she grew quiet. In fact, she seemed to draw into herself. Her arms wrapped around her torso, hidden beneath her body. She pressed her face into the mattress, and I wasn’t sure she was breathing until a muffled sob reached my ears.

My stomach sank. What the fuck?

I climbed up her trembling backside, straddling her waist, and pulled her arms out from beneath her. “Kaci?”