Nice day for a white wedding (Nighthaven x Kat)

" God.. Yess ! " Jack moaned when he heard those pained noises, not out of pleasure to be hurting her though, but instead for how hard she tried to tighten around him, the distinct lack of that spasm around his girt hinting away that it was not merely a reflex clenching to expel him, but instead her intent to have him enjoy her, and that still while enduring the pain for him.

This was such an ultimate feeling, gladly he'd keep hurting her behind like that, if only to feel how much she grew into her role as his slave, the mere idea of a woman experiencing discomfort for him to allow his perverse hunger for her ass to be sated, it was such a rare gift, given by so few women even amongst slaves, but for Grace to submit this strongly, god he wanted to humiliate and torture her sexually now only to make her climax afterwards so much more intense.

" Yess ! " he moaned soon though, unable to bear this pleasure any longer, finally then to release her of the torture she had to endure as one last thrusts heralded jack's release, and sure enough, only moments after he'd groan and shudder with bliss whilst spurt after spurt of his seed fired into her anal passage, reclaiming it too as his private pleasure domain, no longer to be merely part of her body, but rather to be, like the rest of it, his possession again.

The pain did not get any less as he kept on hurting her. It was clear from her face, that she did not find this comfortable or arousing in any way. But she did it to please him. The only thing that dulled the pain, was to hear how he moaned. Which was the sole reason to why she would ever put herself through a thing like that. Simply because he liked it.

It was a relief, however, when he finally cam, and stopped moving. Grace opened her eyes slowly and looked at him. The pain had made tears flood her eyes, but she didn't cry. It was more just a thing her body did, and had nothing to do with how she felt. But it did make her look extreme vulnerable, as she lay there, tied to the bed.

" Shhh.. " Jack ushered softly as she opened those tear filled eyes, leaning down towards her to try and meet her lips with a kiss, one meant to last for a few long minutes wherein he could enjoy the lingering feeling of the rather intense orgasm that he just went though and, in part, was still captive of, while also allowing him to share with grace just how much this moment meant to him, a slight compensation as it may seem to some, though the kiss was one of passion mingled with lust, not with the blind need that it may have seemed for him to have her rear taken with.

" Good girl.. " he would praise her then when finally the kiss was broken, followed with a wide smile and the words " We'll make sure you wont be hurting there for long, you will learn to enjoy giving me this.. " at her, slow and carefully to try and plug himself from her abused after as now, for a while, he intended to regain his strength as well as giving Grace a brief rest, one though that would not be long enough for his Victim as still he craved to leave her weak on her feet before she left.

Although it was her role as his slave, to do whatever he wanted, but when he leaned in to kiss her. It was the real her, that kissed him back. She didn't understand why he got off on hurting her. But she allowed it, especially when he would kiss her as passionately like he did now. Closing her eyes again, made a tear trickle down her cheek. Grace sighed against his lips, as she parted them, her tongue seeking out his. She leaned forward, as far as the ropes would let her, to hold the kiss.

Smiling at the praise, Grace hoped that he was right. She liked to let him have his way with her. But she would really appreciate if it didn't hurt as much. And if she would even grow to enjoy it, all the better. A slight wimp escaped her, ans she bit her lip, as he pulled out. He could ravage her ass again, of course. But she hoped he wouldn't go there again tonight. A second time, would only make it even more painful.

" Do close your eyes and rest girl, I'll permit you a break, try to relax while you can, I'll be all over you again soon. " Jack told her, purposely to leave it be more of an order as he liked how she reacted when she was actually ordered to do something. Though this break was not one for her alone, Jack did need a bit of rest himself, and he did enjoy to have a glass of wine as he to tastefully, least for him, underline the pleasures he just explored with Grace.

He would then lean off the bed and fetch the bottle of wine with which he'd head over to a comfy chair, using a mere lemonade glass to pour himself some of the wine and have a sip of it, not to bother much with tasting or smelling the beverage as he was more focused on tasting it while comparing the poor woman in that bed to the wine, contemplating if he should bother to tease poor Grace for a while, or if perhaps he should keep it simple for today with perhaps a few alterations to keep it interesting, after all, who knew how long it be before he'd see her again after today, though hopefully she'd bite on his job offer, then the poor thing would barely have a day without tending to her new duty's, and god, he wanted her to accept only to really lower her into the status of his pleasure slave, he wanted her to flaunt her goods for him and just interrupt her at some task to pound her hard against a wall, she simply had to be interested.

Resting wasn't really an easy thing to do, when your hands were tied to the head of the bed. Besides, if she closed her eyes, who knew what he might do to her? So she kept them open, but she did lean her head to rest against her arm. Watching him as he went to sit in the chair and drink a bit of wine. She let her eyes wander up and down his muscular body. Even if they hadn't met up that night in the bar, Grace would have thought he was quite the catch, if he passed her on the street. Sure Paul was a tall and broad shouldered man. But he was nothing compared to this specimen.

Downstairs the party was getting quite loud, they were definitely all drunk now, and done with the whole, eating, and listening to speeches part of the party. As long as Paul was drunk, he wouldn't want to go home. At least not until he had passed out, and was lying in his own vomit. Hopefully it would still be a while before she had to return to him. For now she was just grateful for the break.

Briefly Jack would wave the glasses bottom in a small circle to watch the red liquid within swirl about, enjoying the comparison between it and the blush on Graces face, in a way one and the same thing to him as a woman blushing was as delicious to him as a good bottle of wine was, and the wine he tastes here was least fairly decent, a tease to what else he had tasted before, but more so an indication that the woman waiting for him in this bed before him, was far sweeter to taste then the wine in his glass, more urgently to be tasted no less.

" Do you feel properly used Slave ? " he would ask though, looking back over at Grace with no indication as to what his questions aim was, his facial expression to remain neutral as he may possibly be trying to play a game, or explore her and her desires without touching her, a probing question perhaps to see how deep the rabbit hole she did enjoy to go, despite the fact, or possibly because he had done such and more extreme plays to her a month ago, using her as a mere sex slave in his dungeon, abusing her even, and yet managing to show true appreciation and passion for her despite the degrading places he had put her to be, places she might soon return to if he had his way and gotten her employed as maid, though it wasn't hard to figure what she really would come for day after day, least not for the two of them.

The cum on her face and the cakemixture on her chest, was getting quite dry, stiff and sticky. Grace had no idea when Paul would start to look for her, but she wished that it would be much further off than it was.

" The real question is, if you feel satisfied, master?" Grace smiled teasingly at him. She was still hoping for a shower before she went home, but they might have a bit more time, before they had to do that. And there was something really hot about a nice steamy bath, with Jack to wash the cake and cum off her body, as he nailed her against the tile wall. The thought made her wet again, would she ever get enough of this man?

Jack chuckled amused, he had expected her to question his question, or show some form of confusion, though grace would surprise him again after the rough play she went though just a few moments ago, and even despite the predicament he nearly had forced her to endure in the kitchen, showing herself as such a delightful woman indeed.

" Why then.. " he noted, taking another sip of his glass before rising again, " We wouldn't want to get all this cake go so waste, right ? " he mused, and then approached her, only to lean right over her naked body and start to lick over her breasts, this time in fact to clean her of the ruined cake, if only to enjoy the feel of smooth skin below the sweet taste of what was meant to be a fine dish for the wedding guests to enjoy.

To sad it would not last for to long, a day was short, but he would indulge himself still, he wanted to enjoy this moment, even just to eat a fine dish of her chest, though he'd be fucking her again, god he wanted to fuck her again, that obedient way of her got him crazy.

Grace's alluring smile only widened as he got up from the chair. "I wouldn't say it has been a waste so far" She watched him, slightly biting her lip, as she felt his tongue upon her skin. The only thing she longed for now was to run her hands over his skin, giving one of his ass cheeks a tight squeeze as he fucked her, just how she liked it. Cause she was quite convinced that he would fuck her again. If he wasn't interested in more, he would have let her go. And they still had time. Why not use it?

As he could probably feel how her heart was pounding in her chest. And if he chose to feel between her legs, he would feel that her juices were once again flowing down to meet him.

Jack did not reach between her legs, not yet, he wanted to taste the cake of her flesh, those soft orbs waiting to be shown attention, to taste the cream on those hard nipples and feel her squirm in need below his caress, it felt so urging to make her squirm that his right hand went to knead her left breast, allowing it not to be ignored while he tended to it's sister, and only when most of the cake was gone on the right breast would he lean over to the left, now to squeeze and toy her right with his left hand while he sucked her left breasts nipple between his lips and playfully bite onto it, tugging it in tease and massaging it with his tongue.

Soon after he'd release it again and flick his tongue around it, taunting the flesh to proudly reflect graces joy to be tended to, to, in a way, be worshiped for the woman she was before he'd lower her back down to the floor where she was just the tool he would use for his pleasure.

" Ooohoo.. you dirty slut.. " Jack would groan then, rather sudden to lean back up and reach to loosen the rope that held her captive.
" Get your lazy ass into the shower ! " he'd rudely command then, seemingly done with her, and yet, not really, he wanted to play somewhat of a rape, a passionate one, he wanted her wet skin to clash with his, and he wanted her to think he was done with her only to fuck her so much harder, no longer would he care how much she would scream, nor if her husband would know, in fact, Jack cruelly decided to show her husband what a slut she was, soon, and after he made her betray herself to him, and he was sure, she soon would, it wasn't enough for him to see her every now and then, or have her possibly consider to work for him, knowing she'd just be there to serve him in bed, he wanted her for himself, and that sorry excuse of a husband that allowed this woman to turn the whore of another, he did not deserve the precious gift that she was.

" Get yourself fixed whore, unless you want your dear husband to know what a cheap fuck you are ! " he growled at her, purposely degrading her to leave her confused if possible, he wanted her confused, resistant even when he'd join her for him seeming to think so little of her all of the sudden,
but he'd teach her just how right he was, she was his whore, and no other man would get to have this fine ass, it was to be all his.

Grace enjoyed every lick and stroke she got from him. He got several sighs and light moans to leave her lips, as he fondled and teased her breasts. She pulled the ropes again, wanting so desperately to put her hands on his body and please him in any way possible.

She smiled crookedly at him, as he called her a dirty slut. By now she had come to consider that a nickname, more than the insult it might have been supposed to be. Rubbing her wrists she looked at him, wondering. Was he done with her, or would there be more to come? When he spoke again, she was already at the door to the bathroom. His words made the smile fade from her face. He had called her a slut many times, but never a whore. And never cheap.
In the blink of an eye she suddenly doubted everything. Was that really his opinion of her? That she in fact was worth as little as her husband said she was. Stepping into the shower, she let the water run down over her, washing away the bit of cake and cum that was left on her skin. She starred into thin air, wondering what she had gotten herself in to. If she didn't obey him, and stayed away? would he find her and beat her for it ? Would it be just like having two of Paul, except this version would be much rougher than him. How could she have been so stupid?

Yes, there it was, Graces confusion, that look on her eyes that made her question what she had become, or was doing for this man, that uncertainty if she was really just so little.

She was so little to Jack, and yet so much, he did desire her, though desire her to be his more then anything, she didn't need be a wife, though most certainly poor Grace had to give herself to him as the filthy creature he had just called her to be, not that she was truly such to him, he had no intention to share her so easily, nor was there any need to pimp her out, so to say, he simply wanted her to know what for he desired her, and soon she'd get to understand that he had no intention to allow her the life of the meek housewife anymore, she was a beautiful woman in his eyes, in more then just her physical form, and the life as wife had not made her happy, and though there was no guarantee that she would enjoy it on a longer term, he intended to put her in that weak spot where she was the possession of a man longing to use her intimately, not because he simply could, but because she was his, and was, in his eyes, born to please, and she was so adept in it with her submission alone.

Jack would wait for Grace to start the water, allowing her time to ponder the deceiving signs she received and loose herself in thoughts, though after a few minutes passed, he could wait no longer, finally to enter the bathroom himself. he would aim to sneak up behind her, and soon as he would manage, hopefully without her realizing, he'd grab her by the shoulder to swirl her around, pinning her back up against the wall where his right hand would cover her mouth while forcibly he shoved his knee between her thighs in an attempt to open up her gates, he truly meant to rape her this time, and he would not allow her to deny him, nor would he grant her the pleasure of fighting him, he wanted her to moan for him still, and when she would, he'd try to fuck her hard till she came, only to solidify his claim on her and pave the way for her to make an ultimate sacrifice of herself to him.

Grace had almost expected the he would join her in the bath. But with the words he had just said, she honestly didn't care if he did or not. Her pussy was still moist from the treatment he gave her before, so it wouldn't hurt her. She knew how to let a man take her, without it either hurting or pleasuring her.

When he turned her around, she only looked at him shortly, but then averted his eyes. She really was just a thing to him. Just like Paul. She didn't fight him, as he pushed his knee between her legs, or when he entered her. She didn't scream, cry, or moan for that matter. This she had done many times, she was used to it. Leaning back against he wall, Grace just watched the water that fell down on them, hoping that he would be done soon.

Jack moaned with delight as he thrust back into her tight pussy, firmly pushing himself up into her until he could feel the lips of her pussy against the skin of his crotch, shoving himself all the way into her up to the hilt only to start fucking her with slow strokes back, and then hard thrusts into her to pound her against the wall.

He did notice after a moment though that she remained passive, though he did not lower his pace, instead he'd grab her left breast and begun gently kneading it, trying still to teach her where she belonged by raping her, not to hurt her, but to force pleasure into her body, even when doing what he had nearly done one month ago, still craving to hear her moan so he could teach her that she was not just a simple whore, but his private doll and a whore only in his bed, a filthy word he thought delightful to use when she'd be at the height of her own lust.

Grace's breasts bounced as he thrusted into her. The passion she had felt so clearly, just a few moments ago, had now vanished. For her this wasn't any different than when Paul took her. After many years of practice, she had learned to block out everything when he decided to hump her. His grunts, his smell, his hands on her body - Everything.

But she hadn't thought that this.. game with Jack would resolve in this. He had made her feel more alive than she ever had, now only to degrade her to the same useless person she had been most of her life. He didn't see more in her than Paul did. Which now resulted in her just letting him fuck her, but not doing anything. Neither encouraging or fighting him. She was just.. numb. He wanted a fuck doll.. and this was her, being a doll. Totally in his mercy, but if he wanted her to moan, this wouldn't be any fun at all.

" Moan.. slave ! I am going to make you my whore, and that sorry excuse of a husband, he's not going to get another shot into your tight cunt.. your mine now ! " Jack groaned at Grace, irritated with her lack of participation, he had expected her to struggle, or to scream and kick, or least show spite for him calling her such lowly things, though instead she just went passive, it ruined the pleasure for him, and he felt that, if she was going to play this game, he'd have to change his plan rather harshly, he wanted her to submit completely to him, not shut herself out, though whether she wanted to or not, he would keep her, though if she kept playing this game, he'd truly turn her into nothing but a personal whore, he was having to much fun with her, and eventually, that he was sure of, she'd learn to be his play thing and moan for him again.

Although she had shut out the noises he made, his words did reach her. But there was no reaction. She wanted to please him, but know that she thought she was just a mere fuckhole to him, she couldn't see the difference between him and Paul. Jack wanted only to use her like he did. Nothing more. The fact that he wanted to make her his, had seemed romantic in her twisted little head. But now she realized that he just wanted to own her, like she was a cow you bought on the marked.

Leaning against the wall, her arms hung carelessly down her sides, as he kept fucking her. Her head was slightly tilted to the side, as her eye had a far away look in them. The water that washed down over them, made it impossible to see if she was crying or not. She wasn't sure herself, but he had definitely hurt her deeply enough to make her cry.

For a while jack went on with his endeavor to Give Grace pleasure from being used, alternating between a slow and a fast pace to tickle her fancy as good as possible and even went there to caress her fine body to lure out her delight, yet she seemed so awfully adept in locking herself out, far to well it seemed for him to manage getting her out of her reserve.

He tried still, but after a few more moments, it would seem to kill his mood, the passive endurance she was bringing to light was hardly entertaining, it was far more delightful when he could hear her sing for him, and this, well, it was little more then a whore doing her job, only that even they knew to least pretend, so far of what he had desired doing to her.


Finally he simply would pull out as he accepted that he had done a mistake, though instead of letting her go, he would lean against the wall and keep her cornered still, waiting for Grace to show a reaction with the intention to correct his play and return things least slightly back into what they had been, and simply out of the urge to let her react, he would not even dare stroke across her cheek as so dearly he would have wanted to let her know that things where changing in some way, enough for her to hopefully dare look at him again.

Grace felt relieved when he finally pulled out. It was clear that he hadn't enjoyed it as much as he liked to, cause he hadn't unloaded himself into her, like he normally did. There was some satisfaction in knowing that she didn't give him pleasure, if she didn't partake. In that way he was different to Paul. Even if that was the only thing.

But he didn't let her go, even after he pulled out. Grace lifted her eyes to meet his. "Are you done?" She asked, and for the first time showed a bit of resistance towards him. The look in her eyes wasn't anything like the way she had looked at him before. It was cold, or at least numb. She couldn't wait to get out of there, and try to forget this had ever happened.

" I am sorry it turned out like this dear, I had no intention of hurting you, neither Physically, nor otherwise, I was playing a game, a foolish one it may seem, and I am sorry that I hurt you." he apologized, though it wasn't true in it's entirety, he had called her a whore on purpose to confuse her and hurt he emotions least a little to pave the way for the pleasure that was to come with her giving into him after resisting, though that had not happened, and truthfully, he had not intended to truly hurt her, which obviously he had.

Having said those words Jack would finally back away and head to leave the shower to Grace, it would be best to allow her some space right about now and show through actions rather then words that he had not meant her harm, allowing her the comfort of being alone was probably the best he could do, and then hope she'd be willing to work things out, it was certainly better then keeping her cornered and force her to assume the worst, the calm may help her open up at least.

Grace was surprised to hear him apologize, she had more expected him to either hit her, or just ignore her. So far he had just seemed like the kind of man who would never apologize for anything.

When he left her alone, she turned back to face the water. "I am no one's whore.." She spoke, loud enough for him to hear. "Whatever I did, I did because I wanted to. .. You .." She sighed. "I don't know.. But I'm not your whore.. or anyone's for that matter" When she had gotten rid of the last bits of cake and other things, she stepped out of the shower and found a towel to wrap around herself. Stepping up to him, she put her hands on his still naked back. She kissed it lightly and let her fingers stroke it. "Please don't treat me like a whore.. I could be so much more to you"

" I know dear. " Jack responded, for the first time since he left the shower after he had left her alone there, not answering her then as he felt the need to allow this pause to happen and the spirits to calm down.
" It was a game, a bad one, I meant not to hurt you, merely humiliate, and then get you drunk with pleasure .. " he explained truthfully, turning around to now place his right hand gently onto her left cheek.

" The only thing I wanted to convey, was that I like you being dirty, and that I desire to own you, it may have been a bad choice as to how I was going about it, though no harm was intended, merely the desire for you to utterly submit and be what I desire, not a whore as such, but the dirty beast in my bed I'll be hearing in pleasure when I leave her the task of serving me, I don't just want a woman, devotion of romance alone holds little charm to me, what I want is to own you, every little inch of you, and no other man will get to enjoy again what a precious woman you are. " he went on, speaking not merely as a lover, but as a Master to her, and purposely so, he was asking a lot, and her passive action in the shower had shown that he could not simply claim her, she had to give in herself, and she had to realize that she was to give herself completely so that, in bed, she'd have no other right then to be his and fulfill the chore of pleasing him, a chore, so he hoped, that would not be felt as one by her.

Grace's hazel eyes met his, as he placed his hand on her cheek. It was the first time he had touched her so gently, and without it being about satisfying his own desire, or hers. Whether it was foolish or naive, she believed and forgave him. His desire to own her, didn't scare her, as it maybe should have. Instead she just felt sad, because she knew he couldn't own her, like he wanted to.

"I do want to please you..But.." She didn't say anymore, as he would probably understand what she was about to say. Grace wasn't strong enough to keep Paul away. And once he had decided he wanted her, there was little she could do to fight him. If she tried to put up a fight, her would usually hit her. So no, she couldn't fulfill his wish to be the only one who got to lay with her. But she knew he didn't like to talk about him. So she didn't say his name. In stead she crawled into his arms, and started kissing his chest, as she made her way op his neck. When she reached his ear, she was standing on the tip of her toes. "Take me again.. before I have to go" she whispered, nibbling a bit at his earlobe.

Jack shivered as she started to tease him with her kisses, his hands reaching around her to take hold of those lovely buttocks, knowing full well what she was trying to say, even if she didn't speak it.

" You do know, I can't let you go so easily, right ? " Jack whispered at her while steering her back against the wall. " I'll make you mine, though you might not like how I'll be going about it.. " he hinted, lowering himself against her after her back his the wall, just to get his girt between her legs to slowly invade her tight love hole again.

" Just, be my slave, you don't get to deny me anything then, and you will obey me, no matter what.. " he urged her then right before he shoves himself a little rough into her heavenly tightness, finally to feel that lovely body responding to being used by him.
" Mm, Slave, always has to obey her Master, or.. she might be punished, terribly.. " he would insist, trying to do on a more direct way what previously had failed and resulted in her feeling hurt, he wanted her to submit and leave it all to him, to become his possession, so he could tear her marriage apart and make sure the only place she'd be staying in the future, was besides him.