The tears streamed down Kate’s face now, her chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven breaths. Her voice was raw, broken. "Jack trusts you. He loves you. And you’re here, flaunting this... this mockery of him like it’s some kind of joke!"
Jennifer’s guilt was written all over her face. She hesitated, her usual confidence replaced by a vulnerability I rarely saw. "It’s... It’s not really what you think, Kate," she stammered, her voice soft, almost pleading. "I would never betray Jack. Never."
Before she could say more, I decided it was time to end the charade. With a slow, deliberate motion, I pushed the blanket off me, revealing myself fully.
Kate’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the sight of me—no dildo, no trick, just me.
"Jack...?" Her voice was barely a whisper, her tears still glistening on her cheeks.
I didn’t hesitate. I crossed the distance between us in two strides and pulled her into my arms, her body trembling against mine. "It was just... I wanted to give you a surprise," I murmured, my voice low and soothing. "So I asked Jennifer to help me set this up. That’s all it was."
Kate’s body stiffened for a moment, her mind still racing with the aftermath of her shock.
Then, slowly, she turned her head to look at Jennifer, her expression softening as the reality of the situation sank in. "Jennifer... I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice thick with remorse. "I overreacted. I just... I didn’t understand."
Jennifer’s eyes were wet, too, though she blinked the tears away quickly. She reached out, her hand gently cupping Kate’s cheek. "I know," she said softly, her voice warm with understanding. "I don’t blame you. Anyone would have thought the same thing."
There was a moment of silence, the air between us still charged but no longer with anger—now with something gentler, something healing.
Kate let out a shaky breath, her body sagging against me as if the weight of her emotions had finally bee too much to bear. Without another word, she turned fully into my embrace, her arms wrapping around my waist as she buried her face in my chest.
Jennifer didn’t hesitate to join us. She stepped closer, her body pressing against Kate’s back, her arms sliding around both of us like a living chain.
The three of us stood there, tangled together, the warmth of our bodies melting away the last remnants of the tension that had filled the room. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and the faint musk of arousal—relief, maybe, or the unspoken promise of what was to e.
For a moment, there was only silence, the kind that hummed with unspoken words. Then Kate looked up at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, her lower lip trembling. "Jack..." Her voice was barely a whisper, laced with guilt.
"That day... at my home... it was actually me... who spiked your wine." She swallowed hard, her fingers digging into my chest as if she were afraid I’d pull away. "With aphrodisiacs. It wasn’t your fault. It was all me... who seduced you."
Her confession hung in the air, raw and heavy. The tears she’d been holding back finally spilled over, streaking down her cheeks. "I’m sorry... for deceiving you like that," she sobbed, her voice breaking.
"But I really... really love you. I can’t live without you... please..." Her words dissolved into a choked cry, her body shaking against mine.
I didn’t let her finish. Instead, I pulled her tighter against me, my arms wrapping around her like a vice. "You’re still thinking of leaving?" I growled, my voice low and rough with emotion.
The words were a challenge, a demand for her to face the consequences of her actions. Before she could answer, my hand came down on her ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot.
My hard cock pressed against her, a silent reminder of what she meant to me. "Hmm... let’s see how I deal with you."
Kate gasped, her body jerking in my arms, but I didn’t let go. "You are my woman," I said, my voice dominating, leaving no room for argument. The words sent a shiver through her, her breath hitching as I maneuvered her onto my lap.
She straddled me, her back to my chest, her tits pressing against my thighs as I forced her to bend forward. Her face was down, her ass up in the air, pletely at my mercy.
My fingers hooked into the waistband of her jeans, the denim rough under my touch. I could feel the heat of her skin beneath the fabric, the way her body tensed as she realized what was ing. "Jack—" she started, her voice a mix of protest and anticipation, but I didn’t let her finish.
With a sharp, sudden motion, I yanked.
The fabric gave way with a loud, satisfying rip, the sound of tearing denim filling the room as the jeans split open, revealing the smooth, pale white of Kate’s bare asscheeks.
The contrast was stunning—her skin so soft, so untouched, against the rough, torn edges of the fabric still clinging to her thighs. The sudden exposure made her gasp, her body arching slightly as the cool air hit her skin.
"Oh—!" Kate’s voice was a breathy yelp, her fingers clawing at the bedspread as she tried to steady herself. But she didn’t resist. She knew what was ing.
And then—
SMACK!
My hand came down hard on her left cheek, the sound sharp and loud, like a crack of thunder in the quiet room. The impact sent a ripple through her body, her skin jiggling slightly before the red imprint of my hand bloomed across her flesh.
Kate let out a high, surprised "Aah!", her voice a mix of pain and something darker—something that sounded suspiciously like pleasure.
"Fuck," Jennifer breathed from beside us, her eyes locked on the sight of Kate’s flushed ass, her own breath ing faster.
I didn’t stop. My hand raised again, and this time, I aimed for her right cheek.
SMACK!
The sound was even louder, the flesh of her ass quivering under the force. Kate let out a broken moan, her voice trembling.
"Ahh—! J-Jack...!" Her toes curled, her body tensing as the sting spread through her, but there was no real protest in her voice. Only need. Only the raw, unfiltered desire to be punished, to be claimed.
"You’ve been a bad girl, Kate," I growled, my voice rough with lust. My cock throbbed against her, hard and demanding, as I squeezed her reddened cheek, my fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Haven’t you?"
"Y-Yes..." she whimpered, her voice muffled against the bedspread. "I’m sorry... I won’t do it again..."
But her words were undercut by the way her hips subtly rocked back against me, as if she were begging for more.
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