“Too tired?” She shut the door behind her and before Blake could turn, she whipped off her panties, tossing them to one side.
“No, not yet.” He stood straighter, keeping his back to her and pulled apart the clasps of his working suit, exposing his bare back and the tattoos. His shoulder muscles rippled as he loosened his clothing.
Lysa leaned against the door, slipped her hand under her dress and pulled up the hem, exposing her sex. “Eh, hem,” she coughed.
Blake spun round. The top of his one piece suit rested precariously on his hips. Rising up out of his pants, the smooth head of his cock glistened with the light. The dark pools of his eyes widened farther as he watched her lick her finger, slide it between her folds and into her pussy.
He charged forward, hooked his hands under her bottom and lifted her up. She arched her back and wrapped her legs around him. Without waiting he entered her and she stifled a cry. The friction of his cock in her tight pussy sent waves of electric pulses chasing around her body.
He carried her, still impaled on his cock, to the bed and lay her down on her back. Holding her wrists above her head, he pounded her wet hole, delivering each thrust with a swing of his hips. His girth stretched her inner passage, forcing her to take him to the hilt. She moaned, then whimpered, as he maintained a brutal pace.
“My wife,” he growled. “Nobody else touches you.”
She accept his repossession, knowing how hard it had been for him to consent to her secret mission to expose the constable. She’d used his spanking her as a weapon to force his hand. He hadn’t like it, but Ridley persuaded him to let her try the subterfuge.
She held onto his shoulders, lifting her pelvis to meet his thrusts. Her clitoris ached, demanding a climax. The roughness had a splendid edge to it, as if she needed Blake to be harsh, needed him to punish her body for making him anxious.
He tore her dress apart. She didn’t care it would take weeks to replace. The fabric shredded in his beefy hands and her breasts lay bare before him. He cupped each one, for a moment, gently, then he squeezed them and she hollered.
“Come, wife,” he commanded.
She’d not had an orgasm like it before. The contractions beat about his cock and every muscle in her body cramped with excitement.
“Oh, oh…” she panted, thrashing her head from side to side.
Blake cried out, withdrew and emptied over her belly, delivering a hot stream of gushing liquid, which splashed onto her skin.
He smothered her with kisses, whispering adulation into her ear. She remembered little as she lay in a haze of sexual pleasure.
For a while, after he’d calmed, they cuddled in each other’s arms. Reaching down, she touched his cock—it twitched, dancing up and down on his belly as the stiffness returned.
“Again?” she queried.
“It’s the start of my three day layoff,” he reminded her. “The word ‘again’ isn’t going to be sufficient. Let’s just say if you’re not sore by the time I’ve finish with you, you’ll deserve to be spanked.”
* * *
The Comms screen flashed many times before Blake had the wherewithal to answer it. Jen’s face popped up on the screen.
“There you two are, you’ve been hiding from us. I’ve news,” she exclaimed jumping up and down.
Lysa stood behind Blake on her tiptoes and peered over his shoulder, so Jen couldn’t see her naked body. “What news?”
“The wicked witch, Millicent, turns out she’s been having an affair with Harkess.”
“The adjudicator!” Lysa assumed Millicent had some connection to the constable.
“Yes, fucked over his desk countless times. He spanks her, too. It all came out when the boss put a spy camera in the office. She’s all over him, the greedy slut. Every time trouble brewed, she’d pop over there and tell him, then he’d send the constable to intervene. She even had a pocket communicator to send a message if she couldn’t get to him in person. She used it to arrange their meetings.”
“Her husband, what must he think?” growled Blake.
Jen giggled, her eyes gleaming with delight. “He is furious. Took her to the bar, where his friends had gathered with their lifer wives and threw Millipede over his lap, pulled down her panties and spanked her super hard, right there, in front of all of them, telling her she was to be packed off to Earth, divorced. She didn’t enjoy that spanking, for sure. I wished I seen it. Sym did. Said it was a hoot.”
“I’m glad Sym got to see it. Makes up for her own humiliation.” Lysa wrapped her arms around Blake’s broad chest. “You’ve made my day.”
“No, you’ve made all of our days. If you hadn’t encouraged Ridley to come out of his box and see the truth, we’d be suffering under that terrible cane for the rest of our stay here. Now that Oona, and the other lifers, have seen what has really been going on, they’re all apologetic and determined to make amends. Things will be so much better.”
“For all of us,” reminded Lysa.