
Before things get messy.
He had her bent over the couch when the front door opened. With a gasped, “Fuck!”, she tried to straighten up, but he kept her pinned with his body weight, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling it until she arched her back. “Don’t you try get away from me,” he growled. “You’ll stay where I put you, understand?”
“But—“ His grip on her hair tightened and she cut herself off. “Yes, Sir,” she gasped, and fell forward when he released her.
“Good girl.” He settled both hands back on her hips, his speed picking up again. The slap of flesh against flesh filled the room and she buried her face in the couch cushions, refusing to look up even when she heard footsteps coming towards them. They entered the room, faltered, then—
“Jesus.” She didn’t recognise the voice. She didn’t know if that was better or worse than if she had.
“Hey, man.” His rhythm didn’t even falter. “Here for that book?”
“I, um. Yeah.” His voice was strangled. “Yeah.”
“It’s upstairs, on my desk. Go ahead and grab it. I’d get it for you, but—“ Here he pressed so deep inside her she cried out. “I’m kinda busy.”
“Yeah. I can see that. Is she, uh—“
“Oh, she’s having a good time.” He let go of her hip with one hand and reached under her to circle a finger over her clit. She moaned, face still buried in the cushions and blushing so hard she thought she might catch fire. “Trust me, she’s having a good time.”


