Valerie woke the next morning, her pussy sore as hell from where Nick fucked her. She could still feel where he spanked her, as well, and just knew there had to be bruises dotting her backside.After sliding out of bed, she went to the bathroom, turning so she could look at his handiwork in the mirror. Sure enough, there were dark bruises popping up on her flesh, a couple in the shape of his hand. Reaching around, she pushed on a couple of the bruises, pain shooting through her as she touched each spot, remembering how she thrashed on his legs as he beat her, tears streaming down her face. A groan slipped past her lips at the memory as heat pooled between her legs.She turned on the shower and then brushed her teeth as she waited for the water to heat up. Thoughts of her night roamed through her head, especially her conversation with Damien after Nick left. It was the tenderest that Damien had spoken to her since they met. No name calling. No taunts. He had merely shar

A tremor rippled through Valerie’s body as she turned to carry out Damien’s instructions. She wished she could tell if he was mad at her or not. While Scott was there, it seemed both men were trying to piss all over her, marking her as theirs. At the time, it caused her cunt to throb, never having anyone react that way about her before, men almost fighting over her, laying claim to her. But now that Scott was gone, and she was alone with Damien, she wasn’t sure what to expect. He hadn’t forbidden her for going out or seeing others, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t punish her for it. She kind of thought he would look for any excuse to spank her again with the way she responded to it last time. After closing the door, she turned to face Damien again, walking back toward her desk, her nerves a tight knot of anxiety twisting in her stomach. “Did you really have a property to check on in the area?” she asked, hoping to deflect any negative reaction that might be brewing. “Or was

Valerie’s ass hurt, but in a pleasurable way. After Nick finished fucking her, dumping another load of cum deep into her dark hole, the men allowed her to clean up and get dressed. She only stayed a few more minutes before leaving and heading for a hot shower. Now, she stood in her bedroom, wearing her robe and wrapping a towel around her soaked hair, wishing she had taken the time to get herself off while in the shower.As she moved through her living room, wanting a cup of hot tea, a knock came at her door. She groaned, thinking Nick had finally left Damien’s and intended on stopping by for another round of pin his dick in her ass.Blowing out a breath, she changed direction, heading for the door. The tea would have to wait.However, when she opened the door, it surprised her that, instead of Nick standing there, his permanent smirk on his face, it was Holly, and she held a bottle of wine. Panic gripped Valerie, worried that the other woman had som

She sat in her last class of the day, doing her best to ignore Dean Foster who just slouched in his chair, leering at her. She kept casting furtive glances at the clock over the door, groaning that time dragged by when she wanted to just escape and get to Damien. She needed answers, needed a course of action, and the class was merely a distraction hindering her from getting what she wanted. With fifteen minutes to go, she called it quits and dismissed the class. She didn’t even wait for the students to comprehend or ask questions before she snatched her stuff off the table that served as her desk and darted out of her classroom. Whisking into her office, she tossed her papers onto the desk and snatched up her purse, quickly turning and heading back toward the door. She didn’t get far, however. Standing there, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, Nick simply smirked at her. “Someone left class early,” he said, chuckling slightly. “What’s the

“What the hell did I just see?” Jake asked as he followed her into her apartment. “Val, he has a girlfriend, for fuck’s sake!” “What the hell are you doing here?” she kept walking to the kitchen, definitely needing something strong to drink right then. Anger mixed with shame burned through her. As soon as she spotted her brother at the doorway onto the roof, she shot to her feet, shoving her tits back into her bra, but she knew it was too late for modesty at that point. He saw more than just her breasts. He saw her on her knees sucking off one of his friends. Damien shoved his cock back into his pants before he stood. “Well, hey there, Jake. Wasn’t expecting you to visit.” “I can see that,” Jake spat. “What the fuck are you doing to my sister?” Damien gave a weak shrug. “Well, technically, she was doing it to me, but if you didn’t recognize what was happening…” He shrugged again. “You have a fucking girlfriend, you bastard,” Jake spewe