Chapter 5

The drive home was a blur of satiated lust, neon streetlights, and the lingering scent of Emma’s perfume. I loved the shape, texture, and flavor of her breasts. She had a surprisingly tight and tasty pussy, for such a horny slut. I didn’t even hate the time I’d accidentally tasted her asshole.

Valery sat in the passenger seat, her eyes glazed with a post-coital shimmer, though she didn’t say a word until we pulled into the driveway. The moment the engine died, she didn’t reach for her purse or check her phone; she reached for me, her fingers digging into my shoulder with a sudden, frantic urgency that made my cock twitch against the fabric of my trousers. She didn’t lead me toward our master suite. Instead, she gripped my wrist and hauled me toward the far end of the second floor, stopping abruptly in front of the heavy oak door of the guest room, a place we’d barely stepped into since moving in.

“What the Hell are we doing in here?” I asked, my voice sounding gravelly and strange even to me. “Why this room?”

“The rules, Ken. We’ve established a new set of rules. Like Emma, I can only smoke in the house if I have a dick or somebody’s fingers in me. And since I’m learning to smoke, you’re going to help me out at least twice a day. Maybe three or four times, if you buy us a few things.”

“What things?”

She turned bright red, giggling then explaining, “Hehehe! Some adventurous, sexy things. Some hot lingerie, costumes, sex toys. Um ... porn movies. And maybe have somebody install a swing and trapeze bar above the bed.”

I stared at her. She looked like a proper housewife, but the way she shifted her weight, the subtle friction of her thighs, told me she was imagining the possibilities. “You’ve really changed, haven’t you?” I whispered, feeling a surge of possessiveness. “From a virgin in a farm town to ... whatever this is.”

“I’m just finally waking up, Ken. And I want you to be the one to show me how to be a real whore.”

Suddenly, she pulled out a single, slim cigarette. She looked at me, her eyes darkening with a challenge. “Put me in position, Ken. I want a smoke, but I can’t have it without a price.”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She scrambled onto the bed, her robe falling open to reveal she wasn’t wearing a stitch underneath. She arched her back, her chest thrusting forward, and guided my hand down to the drenched heat of her center. I didn’t hold back. I used my thumb to circle her clit with a punishing rhythm, watching her face contort in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. With her other hand, she fumbled with a lighter, the flame dancing just inches from her thigh as I played with her.

“Light it ... now!” she gasped, the cigarette finally catching.

As she took her first long, tentative drag, I didn’t give her a second to breathe. I ripped off my trousers while she peeled off her dress, then drove myself into her with a singular, violent force. She let out a sharp, strangled yelp, her hips bucking against mine. The cigarette was clamped between her lips, a thin trail of smoke curling around her face like a seductive veil.

I hammered into her, the rhythm frantic and raw, each thrust pushing her deeper into the mattress. Valery tried to keep the cigarette steady, but as I hit her G-spot with a particularly brutal slam, she choked. She started coughing, a series of harsh, hacking sounds that shook her entire frame. She couldn’t stop the cigarette from staying in her mouth, the smoke filling her lungs and making her sputter, yet she didn’t pull away. In fact, she leaned into the cough, the spasms of her chest only making the friction between us more intense.

“Suck it, Valery! Suck on it while I ruin you for other men!” I roared, my voice unfiltered and guttural.