Chapter 310

Heather took another deep breath and unclenched her teeth, but inevitably felt her jaw tightening again. Sherry was asleep, curled up at the edge of the bed with her back to Heather, and the taller woman knew she’d probably gone a little overboard. Sherry wasn’t injured or anything, but Heather had turned her frustration on her and the hate fuck had been pretty rough. The smaller girl’s back and ass were still red from the spanking and scratches, and Heather had no doubt that she’d be feeling her holes ache in the morning.

She was still wearing the strap-on as she lay in the dark with her hands behind her head, the rubber cock standing proud. She’d have to take it off eventually to sleep, but for now, she just felt powerful with it on and hated the fact that she didn’t feel that way outside of this stupid cabin.

The whole trip had been a fucking mistake and she never should have agreed to it. Hell, she should have told Cattie she couldn’t come and just put her foot down. It really wouldn’t have been that hard to get Sherry into bed without the trip, but Heather knew she’d gotten greedy. The idea of hooking up with some pretty mainstream slut on the trip, and then getting some bonus clout by leaking the info in a few months to drum up drama and views, had been too tempting. But instead of hooking up with any of them, she’d been treated like shit from the jump.

And it was all that fucking bitch Cassidy’s fault. Robbie might have been the fucking tool used to drive a wedge between her and Cattie, but Cassidy was the one who brought him on the trip, and let him cheat on her openly. Cassidy had been a bad influence on Cattie during their entire relationship. Every fucking time Cattie went out of town to a Con and met up with Cassidy and Roobie she came back less pliable, less subservient. And she was Heather’s fucking sub!

She’d made the accusation that Cattie had cheated on her before, and Cattie had always denied it. Maybe she’d been lying the whole time.

Heather started unstrapping the strap-on from around her hips, grunting softly in the dark. Tomorrow was going to be a shit show. Cattie was going to need to ride back to the airport with her and Sherry, and Heather wasn’t going to hold back. She’d tell that black-haired cheating cunt exactly what she expected from her moving forward. She was going on fucking lockdown. No more even texting any of these bitches from this trip. Heather would control her social media and platform. And no more playing the innocent cocktease - Cattie was going to film with Heather for her OnlyFans, full face, and jump her career forwards and start making more money.

With the strap on off, Heather tossed it to the side and then rolled in the opposite direction, shaking Sherry by the shoulder.

“Huh?” she said, confused as she was woken up.

“Come here,” Heather said, using her size and strength to manhandle the smaller girl around the bed until she was between Heather’s legs. “Eat me out, I can’t sleep.”