Dick met her gaze, his expression hardened. "I'm not a dick for purchase, Mrs. Harper. I'm Dick with a capital D. If you're looking for something else, you can find it elsewhere."
For a moment, she just stood there, her mouth slightly open. Then, slowly, her lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes narrowing. "You think you're clever, don't you?"
"I think I'm done here," Dick replied, turning on his heel and walking away without waiting for her response.
She almost spat in rage, "Come back here when I tell you to!" The sharpness in her voice sliced through the air, but Dick kept walking, ignoring her like she was nothing but noise in the background.
The next thing he felt was her hand grabbing his arm, trying to yank him back. In a split second, before she could react, Dick twisted, catching her wrist and flipping her around. He shoved her arm behind her back, her body pressed against his chest. Her face was inches from the mirror, her back arched, and her ass ground right against his crotch. The shift in power was immediate.
"Let go of me!" she hissed, but there was something else in her voice now—an edge of excitement, a spark of surprise.
Dick leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "I don't care how many people grovel before you, Mrs. Harper," he said, his voice low, rough, "but don't think everyone will do the same."
She struggled for a second, her movements jerky, like she wasn't used to being manhandled like this. But Dick tightened his grip just enough to remind her who was in control, his hand firm against the small of her back. Her body responded without permission—he felt it in the way she subtly shifted, her hips pressing back into him, the friction unmistakable.
"I'll let this go," he continued, his tone softer now, but the warning was clear. "Just this once. But if you want my service again, it'll be under my terms. Not the other way around."
She didn't move at first, but then her body betrayed her. Slowly, deliberately, she pressed back against him, her hips grinding into his crotch. Dick could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her breath hitched, the subtle quiver in her legs. She wasn't fighting anymore—she was giving in.
Her voice came out in a low, breathy whisper, full of frustration and need. "If only my husband was half the man you are..." She trailed off, her words melting into the air between them.
Dick kept her arm pinned, his grip firm but not painful. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "He's not here, though, is he?"
Her body tensed, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she shifted her weight, her ass pressing more insistently into his crotch. "No," she whispered, almost breathless. "And even if he was, he would just grovel and watch, stroking his pathetic little dick."
Dick's free hand slid down her side, his fingers skimming over the curve of her waist, his touch light, teasing. He could feel her pulse quicken, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "You like this, don't you?" His voice was calm but there was an edge to it.
Mrs. Harper didn't answer with words, but the way she pushed back into him, the way her body responded, told him everything he needed to know. She was craving this—craving to be handled, the roughness, the way he didn't bend to her demands. Her hand moved to the mirror, steadying herself as she arched her back more, offering herself up in a way that made it clear she wanted him to take it further.
Dick's hand trailed lower, his fingers grazing the waistband of her leggings. He could feel the heat between her legs, the unspoken plea in the way her body moved against his. "Tell me," he murmured, his lips barely touching her neck. "Tell me what you want."
She swallowed hard, her voice shaking, barely above a whisper. "I want... I want you to fuck me."
Dick smirked, loosening his grip on her arm just enough to let her move, but he didn't give in completely. Not yet. "Is that how you ask?" His tone was low, teasing, as his hand slid further down, brushing over the swell of her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh.
Mrs. Harper bit her lip, her eyes locking onto his in the mirror, her pupils blown wide with desire. "Please," she whispered, the arrogance gone from her voice, replaced by something raw, something vulnerable. "Please fuck me."
Satisfied, Dick pushed her forward, pressing her harder against the mirror. Her palms flattened against the glass, her breath fogging the surface as she waited, her body trembling in anticipation. He took his time, savoring the time, the way she was completely at his mercy. She wanted this—needed this—and he was going to make sure she never forgot who was in charge.
Without another word, he yanked down her leggings, exposing her. She gasped, but didn't resist, her hips pressing back against him in silent desperation. Dick undid his belt, letting the buckle clink softly against the floor as he freed himself, his cock hard and ready. He didn't waste any more time. Grabbing her by the hips, he thrust into her, hard and fast.
Mrs. Harper moaned, her body jerking forward from the force of it, her nails scraping against the mirror as she braced herself. "Fuck," she gasped, her voice shaky, but full of need. "Oh my god, yes..."
Dick didn't slow down. He kept his pace steady, rough, each thrust eliciting a desperate whimper from her lips. She was dripping wet, her body responding to him with a kind of desperation that only fueled his intensity. Her hips rocked back against him, matching his rhythm, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to keep up.
"You like this, don't you?" Dick growled, his hands gripping her hips tighter, pulling her back onto his cock with each thrust. "You like being fucked like this, like a cock hungry slut."
She moaned in response, her head tilting back, her body trembling under his control. "Yes... oh god, yes..."
The mirror fogged from her breath as she pressed her forehead against it, her body arching with every thrust. Dick could feel her tightening around him, her muscles contracting, her body begging for release. He didn't let up, his pace relentless, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice low, rough, filled with dominance.
Mrs. Harper's body tensed, her legs trembling as she let out a strangled moan, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She bucked against him, her body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure tore through her. Dick kept thrusting, riding her through it, not stopping even when she was completely spent, her body limp.
Leaning closer, Dick's breath was hot against Mrs. Harper's ear, still ragged from her climax. He didn't loosen his grip on her hips, didn't let her catch her breath. "Call your husband," he ordered.
Mrs. Harper froze, her eyes wide as they locked onto his in the mirror, her face flushed, still pressed against the glass. "What?" she breathed, her body trembling beneath him.
"You heard me," Dick growled, his lips brushing her ear, his cock still hard inside her. "Call him. Let him hear how good I'm fucking you."
She hesitated, the weight of his command sinking in. There was hesitation in her eyes, but something else, too—excitement. The power shift was complete, and now he had her in his grip, figuratively and literally. She didn't protest, didn't try to stop him. Instead, her shaking hand reached for her phone, which was still sitting on the nearby bench.
With a trembling hand, she unlocked it, her breath hitching as she scrolled through her contacts. "Do it," Dick whispered, his grip tightening on her hips as he thrust into her again, slow and deep.
Mrs. Harper moaned, her body jerking forward. With a shaky breath, she pressed the call button. The line rang, each tone drawing out the tension in the room, until a voice answered on the other end.
"Hey, honey, do you need anything, I can get it right now," her husband's voice came through, eager to help.
Mrs. Harper's voice was calm. "Gregory..." She said, trying not to moan. Her body betrayed her, every inch of her trembling as Dick thrust into her again, harder this time. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips, barely muffled.
"Is everything okay, honey? Are you sick, are you in trouble?" her husband asked, his voice suddenly more alert, sensing something off.
Dick smirked against her ear, moving inside her deliberately, forcing her to bite her lip to keep from making more noise. He leaned forward, whispering just loud enough for her to hear, "Tell him you're fine."
Mrs. Harper swallowed her moans, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I'm fine. Just... a little tired." Her hand gripped the phone tightly.
But her husband wasn't buying it. "Are you sure? You sound... different. Where are you right now? I can come and get you to the hospital."
Dick's smirk widened as he watched her struggle to keep control of her moans. He thrust into her again, slow, agonizing, feeling her body clench around him as she fought to hold back her moans. "Tell him," he whispered, his voice dripping with amusement.
"I—I'm at the gym," Mrs. Harper said confidently, half of her wanting to cut the pretense, not like the wimp could say anything but hiding felt more exciting, more alive. She shot a look at Dick in the mirror, silently pleading for him to fuck faster. But he didn't. He kept moving slowly, kept pushing her to the edge, making sure she couldn't cum just yet.
There was silence on the other end of the line, her husband processing her words. "The gym? Oh, that makes sense, honey. But don't overdo it. You are beautiful no matter what."
Dick bit down on the edge of her neck, hard enough to leave a mark, and she gasped, the sound echoing in the room. Her body jerked, her hand tightening on the phone, but she didn't hang up. She couldn't. Dick wouldn't let her. Not that she wanted to.
"I—yes, just... finishing a workout," she said, mixing a moan in between to tease her husband, the lie making her insides tingling.
Her husband hesitated, still not fully convinced. "You sure everything's okay?"
She swallowed her moan. "It's a difficult move... I'm bent over... leaves me breathless. Really hits my glutes."
Dick chuckled softly at her choice of words, his breath hot against her ear. Her husband hesitated on the other end, clearly uncertain but knowing better than question her. "Uh... okay," he replied.
"Tell him why you called," Dick murmured in Mrs. Harper's ear, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his cock still deep inside her. "Keep him on the line."
Mrs. Harper's hand trembled as she held the phone, but she didn't dare disobey. She held the reins in her marriage, after all—she was the one in control, always had been. Her husband was a submissive man, content to let her call the shots. She'd married him for his family connections, the money, but now she was realizing just how hollow that life had become. Dick was giving her something her husband never could.
"I just wanted to check in," she said, her voice soft but strained, each word a battle to keep from moaning. "I'll be at the office late... got some extra training today."
Her husband, oblivious as ever, bought into the lie. "Okay honey... just let me know when you're on your way."
Mrs. Harper barely managed to choke out a response, her body quivering as Dick thrust into her again, harder this time, making her bite down on her lip to muffle her whimper. "Of course," she breathed, her eyes wide in the mirror, her reflection a picture of taboo and lust.