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Nice day for a white wedding (Nighthaven x Kat)

Grace had no worries in giving herself to him so willingly. At first it had been for revenge over her husband. But as that weekend had progressed, it had been less and less for her husband, and more for herself. Now it was just as much for herself as it was for Jack, that she let him do what he wanted. Even if she hadn't wanted this, he might still have taken her. But she wanted him to, and what might be worse; she wanted him to treat her as roughly as he did. Between them they shared a passion like she had never known before. And as painfull it might be from time to time, he made it up to her, by giving her so much pleasure at other times. Like now.

Enjoying how each thrust shook her body, Grace let him now, just how much by giving it voice, not caring who might hear. They wouldn't know it was her, and most people were downstairs partying, anyway. To loud music, so it wasn't sure that anyone would hear. She liked that he called her his. Grace would much rather belong to him, than her slack of a husband. "I won't.. stay away" She moaned, looking at him, through eyes half shut in pleasure. But it would all depend on Paul, how often she would be able to sneak away. Grace would definitely do more to get away. Maybe she could sneak some sleeping pills into his food, and go to him, just for the night. If she had to get creative with how to get away, she would. If he ordered her to.
 
" Good.. Time.. a good woman.. like you found some work.. " Jack groaned, leaning closer down then so he could put more force into his thrusts.
" I could use.. a maid.. " he noted then, obviously being serious with his claim for her to need work, and as a Maid no less, though the way things where between them so far, it was likely not the good kind of maid, in fact, it was just a useful excuse to get her close to himself.

Jack wouldn't bother with a response from her though, instead he would lean in and try to kiss Grace, though a kiss heavy to support by him as it was filled with heavy moans, that heavenly tight passage of Grace milking him so firmly that not much longer he would last, he would soon cum, and like so many times before, he'd not permit his seed to be anywhere but her womb when he claimed her tight flower, given the chance, he'd willingly knock Grace up even.
 
A maid? That might work. Grace could always claim that she wanted more money to spend on herself, maybe Paul would allow it. And if not.. well, she would find a way. If Paul didn't beat her to a pulp first.

Grace lifted her head to meet his lips, trying to hold on to them, as she too moaned against them. As turned on as she was by him, and the way he held on to her, it didn't take long before the muscles that Grace was already clenching, clenched even tighter around him. Making herself see stars, as she moaned so loudly, it was more like a scream. But against his lips it came out rather muffled. If she could, she would have clung to him, but since she couldn't, she just latched on to his lips.
 
Jack would breath and moan heavier into the kiss with every passing moment, grunting and groaning as slowly the pace he choose would take it's toll on him, though Jack wasn't willing to slow down, he wanted not to tease her nor himself, he wanted a raw hot fuck, and that felt so wonderful to him, pinning Grace down like this just to take from her what he desired, including her own pleasure from being taken.

" Aahaa.. going.. to cum.. in you.. slave.. " he would manage to moan briefly when finally he could hold out no longer, and then, with a final thrust into those silken depths, he'd simply unload his need to defile her body, muffling his own moans with another attempt of a passionate kiss, though failing not to grind himself firmly against her wet fruit to fire wave after wave of his seed into her womb with the satisfaction that this was only the first round for her to carry, there where still a few hours to go, and he had no intention to let Grace go until the very last Minute, until she had to return to her life, a life that he considered a farce as this woman, ever since that weekend a month ago, was his.
 
As long as Jack kept the kiss intact, Grace would do her part to hold it, by sucking at his lower lips. Moaning along with him, as her orgasm ended, and he came into her. She arched her back, to press her pelvis and stomach against him.
When she fell back on the bed again, she folded her legs around him, keeping him close to her, for just a little while yet. Grace tried again to keep his lips locked to hers, when in fact he was the one in charge. But while she was not able to have her hands on him, she had to come up with alternative motives, to keep him close, before he decided it was time for the next round.
 
Wave after wave, every single drop of his release being fired into the woman of another, and Jack didn't feel a shred of shame about it, to him it was clear she loved it, and that much more it made him want to ravage her and put her in that very place she was now, squirming and longing for every shred of affection before the next lewd act would have her serve him, and serve him so willingly.

Soon though his orgasm would die down, and when he begun to calm, when the kiss should have begun to be easier to hold onto, he actually breaks of it, licking across his lips as he dared to look down into her eyes with somewhat of a grin.

" Don't relax yet Slave, only getting started.. your ass is still on my Menu.. " he'd groan then, releasing her wrists both so he could lean and fetch some of the robes, eager to recapture her right wrist to yank it up against the bed's headboard where he'd try to restrain her, soon to follow up with the other wrist as he wanted her utterly defenseless, she was going to take all of it today, and he'd not grant her mercy or pardon till she done her duty, not as just a woman, but that slave he ravaged and used all that time during that weekend, a Slave he now seemed to try and put into a more permanent role of servitude to him.
 
Grace looked back into his eyes, with a smile of her own. In that short moment, looking into his eyes, and him smiling at her. She felt like she belonged there in some way. If not that, than at least, she wanted to be there, with him. Pleasing him in any way he wanted her to. Just because he wanted her to. He wanted her, and that mattered.

Not resisting in any way, Grace watched him as he tied her up. When he was done, she gave the ropes a good tuck, just to see if they would hold. At least now she could pull them, and now worry that she would displease him by doing so. She had been studying him, in their time together, and he liked it when she moaned for him. So surely he would like if she pulled the ropes, when simply moaning just wouldn't do.
Grace looked at him, calmly and with a darkness in her eyes, that spoke of how she longed for him to use her.
 
Oh that lovely view when she tugged on those robes to test them, something she soon might do with a genuine intent to pull away or have her hands available to hold onto something, though she wouldn't be given the chance, not for a while.

" Just stay here and look pretty.. " he would speak softly at her, pulling himself from her tight confines so he could get off the bed and walk over to where the Cake was waiting for it's use, picked up by him to to return it to the bed where he'd take a swipe of the white cream to let Grace have a taste.

" There.. so delicious.. isn't it ? " he noted with a smile, offering for her to suck the cream of his finger, and one done, simply to pick up one slice of cake to slap it down onto her left breast to squeeze the mixture of frosting, fruit and layers over it, near massaging it over her chest as though it was oil on her skin.
 
Smiling at him, Grace watched his backside with a pleased smile, as he went to fetch the cake. Of course she wondered, if he intended it to be a snack, or if he had more dirtier plans with it. Grace was pretty sure it was the latter. So far in their relationship, he hadn't let any chance for them to do something dirty pass him by. Like in the church, just a short while ago.

Grace didn't break eye contact for one second, as she licked the cream of his fingers, trying her best to be sensual. "It is.." She smiled at him, before he slapped the cake onto her chest. Grace hoped that he had intended to lick it all off, otherwise it would get terribly messy.
 
Jack soon would add the second slice of cake to her chest, ruining the purpose of either, least their basic purpose, this one too to knead onto her bare skin for a few moments whilst looking into grace eyes, a smile on his face as he tried to read what she might think this very moment.

Moments later though he'd lean down to lick her nipples clean of the mess he made and even do so in a teasing manner as he toyed with each nipple in turn, then however he'd lean back up an lean his right leg over her to get into position above her chest. There Jack simply seizes both her breasts and firmly press them around his girt slowly to rock back and forth to fuck her now cake lubed cleavage, briefly though to reach with his messy hand into her hair to pull her up as he intended to use her mouth as an extension to her cleavage.

" Come here girl, it's Laureen's wedding, you best have your share of cake.. " he groans over her, his hand returning briefly to keep her breasts tightly onto his girt, but then reaching out again to grab a pillow for Grace, intending to make sure her head would be able to do the work he entrusted to her.
 
Grace bit her lower lip slightly, as he kneaded her breasts. It felt good, and to see the excitement in his face, just turned her on all the more. After a month apart, she would take all that he would give her, before they had to part again. Also this.

Sighing lightly as he licked her nipples and played with them, he actually had her believe that he would just lick it all off again. How naive she could be. Grace wasn't quite sure what to do, as he pressed her breasts together and started fucking them.
When Jack placed the pillow behind her head, it became easier for her to do as he pleased. To meet his tip whit her mouth, licking and sucking it, whenever it was within her grasp. It wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't as nice as when he took her pussy. This was all bout giving him pleasure, and not about her at all. Which she was totally fine with.
 
" Yes, you do like this cake.. " Jack groaned with delight, he loved to watch her trying to capture the tip of his girt, the moments that she could caress it with her lips and tongue, and then to see his girt grow out of reach again as he took his time claiming this makeshift pussy that was her chest, it felt good too, with the cake as lube he went through her cleavage with ease, each of those long strokes back and forth to coat his girt anew with the remains of the cake to lube him nicely and give Grace a little extra to enjoy from this chore.

Slowly though the taste would be corrupted, mingled with the taste of pre, already though tainted with a mixture of fluids from their previous act it now now was starting to become a mixture of fruity cum cream, as jack liked to think of it, the perfect meal for his toy, and soon enough to be mingled with even more of his seed as he found this messy act strangely arousing, if mostly for the fact that he was feeding Grace in such a perverse way, and she was literally eating it up.
 
Even though she didn't feel it, Grace sighed as he caught his tip time after time, putting her tongue to full use, licking the mixed cream of him. Pulling in the ropes, Grace was eager to get a bigger mouthful of him, as she thought he moved way too fast, for her to really please him.

Keeping her eyes on his face, Grace noticed how the change in the cream changed. She could tell by his face, that he wasn't far from coming, and the taste told that too. But why so soon? Was this really that arousing for him? She had to admit that she was soaking the bed, with her juices as he ravaged her breasts with himself.
 
" Yes.. just.. a moment.. Slave.. " he would groan, as though Grace had any choice but to wait for him to get done, and then again, it didn't really seem for him to need that long this time, though it wasn't merely the act of him fucking her bust, but the whole mingling of action and reaction, he wasn't doing this merely for the sensation of her cleavage squeezing on his rod, but the view of her trying to please, and waiting for him to show that he was satisfied with her, it was, more or less, a foreplay in which he got himself drunk with the feeling of her helplessness and the seeming hunger of hers to be of use, in turn to be made to feel that she was something desirable to him, and god did that physically visible desire drive him nuts.

" Yes.. time.. for a new.. paint job.. Slut ! " Jack moaned, squeezing her breasts tighter around his girt then whilst starting to try and fuck her bust rather hard, briefly wishing he would have had his nipple cuffs along, no less eager though to put her through this, only to cum on her, not into her mouth, but her face as he wanted her to feel and look the part, the role that she was about to fulfill to quite a new extend.
 
To play her part, was nothing short of a pleasure to him. Not as much as when he took her properly, but close. The grease of the cake and his cum, was a small price to pay for how much he enjoyed it. Nothing a good shower wouldn't fix. And if he would allow her to, she could take that shower in the bathroom, at was in the adjoining room, before she went home. Maybe he would let her, if he got to join her for that shower.

Grace kept up trying to catch his tip with her lips, until he announced that he was coming. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to just hit her mouth, she closed her eyes as he came all over her face. When he was done, Grace opened her eye to look at him. Since he was the one who had done this to her, she assumed that he would like the look of it. As her eyes met his daringly.
 
With a loud Groan Jack came, ruthlessly firing his release square across her face, briefly to lean back and moan in delight, though soon to look down as he didn't want to miss watching as shot after shot of cum splattered into her face, staining even part of her hair with the thick liquid to slowly run down across her face.

" Yess.. such.. a pretty .. cum dump.. " he groaned full of passion, loving that look in her eyes when she looked up at him with the warmth of his release roaming down her cheeks.

" Your .. such a dirty girl.. " he moaned, leaning aside to get off of her chest, but immediately tried to grab one of her legs to pull aside, he had little intention to pause yet, he was going to soon and enjoy himself a glass of wine then, though first he intended to earn himself the pleasure, and he would do so with quite the workout which may not entirely be pleasant for Grace as he again aimed for her after, if now at least, with plenty of substance to lube the invasion into a less painful state.
 
Feeling his cum on her face, made her feel specifically dirty. Not as in the physical manner of the word, but the mental. Looking up at him, she really couldn't think of anything he could do to her, to make her feel more dirty than she did now. But he probably could.

Licking her lips, she watched him as he grabbed her leg and pulled it aside. Grace smiled daringly at him, impressed that he could keep going for so long. Paul only had one shot in him. She had never seen him do more than that, and that one shot was never nearly as great as what Jack could perform. At least now, she was able to relax, so it wouldn't be nearly as painful as in the kitchen. And with how wet she was now, he would slip inside quite easily.
When she felt him at her anus, she sighed deeply as she looked at him, biting her lower lip.
 
Jack moaned with delight when her hips came placed sideways her right leg pushed up to make room for him and offer him a nice view of her goods, and what delectable goods they where. It was quite a view, her pussy so wet, begging still to be considered for use, and that shy pucker trying to hide away between her buttocks, that wouldn't save it though, not with Jack scooting closer again.

Soon he had his right hand down at his thick meat while his left squeezer her right buttock, and only moment's later he'd guide himself up against that tight rear passage to slow, though steadily, force his entrance into her tight ass.

" Yes, I'm not going to spare you this, your going.. to learn, enjoying this .. girl, and If I have to put a Chastity belt on you, so the only thing available is that tight arse of yours, your going to love it ! " he exclaims eagerly, largely to speak the truth as he genuinely insisted for her to learn enjoying the anal assault because as much as he loved for her to moan and squirm, he did love to ravage a woman's rear too, and while in part loving it for her to be uncomfortable, little did beat her actual delight, even if shown only through the wetness between her legs when the first thing happening to her is that hard invasion of her behind.
 
This time, Grace was ready for him, as he pushed himself up her tight ass. She was relaxed and lubricated, so that it didn't hurt nearly as much as he dug deeper into her second pleasure hole. And yet Grace let out a deep, pleased and obedient sounds, as he entered her. Except for the time just a while ago, in the kitchen, she did love the tight feeling it gave her, when he pushed himself into the depths of her.

When he had pushed himself to the root, Grace pulled the ropes a bit. The rough treatment he had given her in the kitchen, meant that in the places where her own moisture hadn't reached yet, were still pretty sore. But not more than a small wimp escaped her, as she clung to the ropes for a bit. She wouldn't want to seem weak in front of him. And she could take it, she could take anything he would do to her. As long as he did it for the desire of her body, and not because she wasn't important at all.
 
" Yes, there.. we go.. " Jack groaned with delight, feeling so deep in that backdoor of hers that her right buttock now pressed against him, for a moment to grind himself against that soft meat and even circle his hips to get a good feel for this hole and allow Grace a bit of time to prepare.

" Mmm, such a nice ass.. " he would groan then, and quite sudden he'd pull back to start a rather swift pace of whom each thrust would cause a firm slapping sound when he meets her buttock again, strong enough to shove her closer to the headboard of the bed as now Jack finally got to do as he liked with her lovely behind.

" Gnnh.. we'll.. get this .. hole.. loosened up.. a little, make it.. a fine fuck hole.. yet.. " he would groan as he claims her rear so fiercely, his eyes to watch her face closely as he'd work her now so viciously.
 
As soon as she started to move, Grace started to moan, half in pain, form the way he took her before, and half in pleasure, because there were parts of it she did enjoy, and because she knew he liked to hear he moan. When he pushed her closer to the headboard, she made sure to let him push her, so she could rest her head against it. Rather than having him bang her against it. That wouldn't be very pleasant.

Her face would express the mixed emotions she was feeling right now, as she bit her lower lib, and furrowed her brow. One a sign of pain, and the other clearly the opposite. "That hole.. Is only yours.. master" Having to stop with each thrust to either moan or keep from wimping in pain. What Grace meant was, that she would never let her husband take her in that hole. Not that he would ever take the initiative to do that. (being a good catholic and all that) But even if he tried to, she wouldn't let him. It would just be his domain.
 
" Yess.. " Jack groaned, loving the sound of those words as Grace promised this hole to belong only to him, it hardly satisfied his whole desire for her, though it was so delicious still to hear from her lips how she would deny her own husband what she was giving him.

" Soon... it's all mine... " Jack moaned, slowing his pace down for a few moments to savor this feeling, the feeling of taking this married woman for himself, her flesh no more then a construct to please him accompanied by her sweet voice singing for him of how sweet it was to be in service to his lust for her.

" Mmm.. I can't wait.. for you to come to work.. you wont even have the energy.. to please your husband.. I'm going.. to coax every singly whisper of passion.. from your lips, till your naught but a warm body to him ! " he snarled now, growing quite bold as no longer he intended to allow her to be merely a slave, or more accurately, make her one more intensely captive to the title then before, he'd not allow another to enjoy her like he could, he wanted to possess this wonderful woman, and if he had to ruin her for another, not physically, though he'd make sure no other would make her sing so sweetly again, this needy slut hidden within her, it was all his.
 
From the new angle, Grace could watch his face much easier, when she was able to keep her eyes open. It was true that he was ruining her. No one else would ever compare to him, least of all her husband. Neither in size or ability. Not to mention desire for her.

Had she not been married, she would want to give him everything, and probably not give it much thought before she did. But for now, there was still the threat of her husband beating her to death. And she was bound to him, however much she hated it, and didn't care for the bond or him. But that was how it was. At least, if she got to work for Jack, she would see him on a regular basis. That would be a start.

For now, she was all his, as she moaned beneath his touch. In this little bubble, it was just the two of them, and that was all that was worth worrying about in this moment.
 
Jack would eagerly hammer himself into that fine behind, his body leaning further over hers as once again he sought to explore her body, slowly to roam his right hand across her belly, breasts and every inch that he could dare to touch, so eager to feel her skin as he abused her anal passage to meet his needs.

And what rewards there where to give grace this kind of training, she was so eager to please still, devoted to her role like he had seen no other woman, as though she didn't mind to be used, as long as she was appreciated as a woman, rather then just the warm meat he could thrust into.
Jack certainly appreciated her, for as little as he knew her till now, more and more she allowed him to bend her to his will and needs, even accepting and promising things to him that seemed so outside the nature if that shy creature he met back at the club.

It was grand though, watching her succumb to this, to the pure pleasures of lust and the feel of him taking her completely as his, he wanted to corrupt that sweet woman and leave her begging for more, oh how sweet a girl she'd be once her live would revolve more and more around pleasing, she was to be the perfect play mate, a kind of perfect that most men could only dream about.

" Gnnh .. S-so.. close.. " Jack would groan soon, feeling his orgasm approaching now, a feeling that prompts him to increase his pace once again, and this time to go straight for the goal, to cum right into that fine ass, a pleasant task after which he would need some rest, though not to be yet the end of her use today, Jack wasn't satisfied yet, in fact, this moment with her, it only got him drunk for more.
 
Not having her hands free, made her unable to put her hands on top of his, like she wanted to, as his hands explored her body. The pace he sat now, hurt her, but the look on his face managed to make her stay quiet. At least about the pain. In stead she moaned in pleasure as he thrusted into her.

As he announced that he was close, and increased the pace even further, Grace wimped again. She decided to tease and please him, by clenching her anal passage around him. It made her cry out in pain, but she kept at it anyway. Hoping to hear him moan, in as much pleasure as she felt pain. Only that would make it worth the while. Grace clung onto the ropes, as she shut her eyes tightly, while he took her now even tighter ass.
 
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