As soon as her husband hung up, Mrs. Harper dropped the phone onto the floor, her whole body sagging in excitement, but Dick wasn't done with her yet. He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back slightly, forcing her to meet his gaze in the mirror.
"You liked that, didn't you?" His voice was low, dangerous, sending a shiver down her spine.
She gasped, her breath coming in shallow bursts, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "Yes..." she whispered, her voice trembling with shame and excitement.
Dick smirked, his grip tightening as he thrust into her harder, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. "You're a bad slut, Mrs. Harper," he growled, his voice rough in her ear. "You do exactly what I say, when I say it, even if I ask to fuck you in front of your pathetic husband, you wouldn't say no, would you?"
She nodded weakly, her body trembling under his dominance, the realization that she had completely submitted to him sinking in. She wasn't the powerful, cold woman she'd pretended to be. Not anymore. With Dick, she was nothing more than a willing plaything.
Her moans grew louder, filling the room as Dick took her relentlessly, her body responding to him in ways her husband could never dream of. She was his now, completely and utterly. And as she cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure, Dick knew he had her exactly where he wanted.
And just like that, she was broken. Her body trembled, pinned against the cold glass of the mirror, breathless from the relentless force Dick had unleashed on her. She'd never been taken like this—never reduced to something so raw, so desperate. But Dick wasn't finished. Pulling out, Dick's eyes fixed on the one place she hadn't offered yet. He didn't have to say anything—his intent was clear in the way he stared at her in the mirror, her eyes widened as she realized where his attention had shifted. He wasn't done with her. He was looking at her other hole.
"No..." she whimpered, her voice shaky, a mix of fear and pleading. "Please. I never let anyone touch there."
Dick didn't respond. Instead, his hand came down hard on her ass, the sharp sound of the slap echoing in the small room. She flinched, a startled gasp escaping her lips.
"I didn't ask," he growled, his voice cold, commanding.
Mrs. Harper's breath hitched, her body stiffening as she felt his fingers teasing her, testing her resistance. Panic and desire clashed inside her, her mind screaming to stop, to pull away, but her body—her traitorous, desperate body—was betraying her again.
Dick's hand slid lower, his touch rough, uncompromising. She whimpered again, her eyes squeezed shut, but she didn't stop him. She couldn't.
Without warning, Dick pushed his fingers inside, testing her tightness, preparing her. She gasped, her body jerking against the mirror, her hands scrabbling for something to hold onto. He didn't give her time to adjust, didn't offer her any mercy. His other hand gripped her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to look at herself in the mirror.
"Watch," he commanded, his voice a low snarl in her ear.
She opened her eyes reluctantly, her reflection a shattered version of the composed woman she usually saw. Her makeup was smeared, her hair disheveled, her lips swollen from where she'd bitten down to keep from screaming. She looked like a different person—someone weak, needy, broken.
Dick's fingers pushed deeper, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. Mrs. Harper moaned, the sound a blend of pain and reluctant pleasure. She could feel the pressure building, the tension coiling in her stomach, and despite the shame, despite the humiliation, her body was responding to him again.
"You're my bitch," Dick whispered, his breath hot against her neck, his grip tightening on her hair. "Say it."
Her lips trembled, the words caught in her throat. She didn't want to say it, didn't want to give him that power, but she knew there was no choice. She'd already surrendered. "I'm... yours, I-I am your bitch," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Dick's smirk widened, his fingers sliding out of her with a slick, wet sound. He positioned himself behind her, pressing the head of his cock against her tight, unyielding entrance. Mrs. Harper tensed, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her knuckles white as they gripped the edge of the mirror.
Without another word, Dick pushed into her, slow at first, testing her limits. She let out a strangled cry, her body stiffening as he stretched her farther than she'd ever been stretched before. The pain was sharp, intense, but her screams were stopped by his hand, forcefully stuffed to her open mouth. She tasted herself on his fingers.
He didn't stop. Inch by inch, he forced himself deeper, his hand gripping her hips, pulling her back onto him. Mrs. Harper's eyes watered, her breath hitching as she tried to adjust, her mind reeling from the sheer force of what was happening.
Dick leaned in, his lips brushing the back of her neck, his voice soft, almost mocking. "You'll never forget this, will you?"
She couldn't respond, her throat too tight, her breath too ragged, her tongue busy sucking her ass from his fingers.
Once he was fully inside, he didn't wait. He pulled out just enough to thrust back in. Mrs. Harper moaned, the sound muffled as she bit down on her fingers, trying to keep from crying out.
"Take it," Dick growled, his voice low, commanding. "Take all of it."
She had no choice. Her body had already given up, surrendering to him completely. Each thrust sent a jolt of pain and pleasure shooting through her, the cocktail of sensations leaving her dizzy, overwhelmed. She could feel herself unraveling, the last remnants of her control slipping away.
Dick's pace quickened, each thrust harder, deeper, more brutal than the last. Her moans turned into gasps, her face pressing flat against the mirror as she tried to brace herself. She was close—too close. The pleasure building, threatening to spill over.
With one final thrust, Dick buried himself deep inside her, his grip on her hips bruising. Mrs. Harper let out a choked cry, her body convulsing around him, the orgasm tearing through her with brutal force. She bucked against him, her legs trembling, her entire body shaking as she came, helpless to stop it.
Dick didn't pull out immediately. He stayed inside her, letting her ride out the waves of pleasure, her body sagging against the mirror, completely spent. When he finally did pull out, she collapsed to the floor, her legs too weak to hold her up.
She lay there, panting, her body trembling, her mind reeling from what had just happened. She was a mess—sweaty, disheveled, utterly broken. And she knew, without a doubt, that nothing would ever be the same again.
Dick stood over her, his gaze cold, detached. Mrs. Harper was crumpled on the floor, barely catching her breath, her body still shaking from the force of what just happened. But Dick wasn't done. He wasn't satisfied with just breaking her spirit. He wanted complete control.
"Get up," he ordered, his voice cutting through the thick, humid air of the private room.
Mrs. Harper looked up at him, her eyes wide, glistening with fear and residual lust. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly pushed herself up to her knees, her body trembling with the effort. Dick's cock hung heavy in front of her, still slick with her essence. Her face flushed as she realized what he wanted.
"You know what to do," Dick growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair, pulling her face closer. She winced, but didn't resist. She knew she couldn't. Nor did she want to.
"Clean me off," he demanded, his tone low, dangerous.
Mrs. Harper's lips closed around him, her tongue timidly swirling over his length, tasting herself as she did. She gagged slightly as he pushed deeper into her mouth, but she didn't pull back.
"That's it," he muttered, watching her through half-lidded eyes. "Make yourself useful."
Her eyes watered as she worked, her hands and mouth moving in rhythm, desperately trying to please him. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body still trembling, but she didn't stop. She knew better than to stop.
Dick groaned softly, pushing her down further, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Mrs. Harper gagged again, choking slightly, but he didn't let up. He watched her struggle, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to focus on the task, her throat tightening around him as she fought to keep her composure.
"Faster," he ordered, pulling her hair harder, forcing her to pick up the pace.
She obeyed, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. Her hands gripped his thighs for balance as she took him deeper, her gagging noises filling the room as she struggled to keep up with his pace. Dick's breathing grew heavier, his body tensing as he pushed closer to the edge.
Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he pulled her off him, her mouth releasing his cock with a wet, sloppy sound. Mrs. Harper gasped for air, her face red, her lips swollen, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his length. She looked up at him, her chest heaving, eyes glazed with a mix of humiliation and desire.
"Finish me off," he commanded, his voice rough, impatient.
Without hesitation, Mrs. Harper leaned back in, her hands wrapping around his length again as she stroked him, her mouth working furiously to bring him to the edge. Dick's muscles tensed, his breath coming in sharp bursts as he watched her, the power dynamic clear, absolute.
A few more strokes, and he was there. His grip on her hair tightened as he groaned low in his throat, releasing into her mouth. She choked slightly, but swallowed quickly, her eyes fluttering closed as she took everything he gave her.
When he finally let go of her hair, she slumped forward, her forehead resting against his thigh, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She stayed like that for a moment, too exhausted to move, too broken to protest.
Dick stepped back, looking down at her, his expression cold, detached once again.
"Get dressed," he said flatly, turning away. "And don't ever try to pull that power move on me again."
Mrs. Harper didn't respond. She didn't have the energy. She slowly pushed herself to her feet, her legs shaky as she grabbed her leggings from the floor, her hands trembling as she dressed in silence. Dick didn't watch her. He didn't need to. He knew she'd do what he said without question from now on. She was his. And she knew it too.
As she finished dressing, her eyes darted to the mirror, catching a glimpse of her reflection. She looked wrecked—her hair disheveled, her makeup smeared, her clothes clinging to her sweaty, trembling body. She barely recognized herself.
She swallowed hard, her throat tight as she turned towards him. "C-can I see you again?"
"Maybe," he said, his voice cool. "Depends if you're going to behave."
Mrs. Harper bit her lip, still shaken, but the need in her eyes was unmistakable. Her desperation was palpable now, every bit of her composed, icy demeanor from earlier shattered on the gym floor. She wasn't used to this—to wanting someone like this. She nodded quickly, like a chastened student. "I will. I'll do whatever you want."
Dick zipped up his pants and pulled his shirt over his head, watching her without saying a word. She stood there awkwardly, waiting, almost trembling, unsure of her place in the aftermath of what had just transpired. The hunger for validation and attention burned in her eyes, a fire he'd set but had no intention of putting out just yet.
"Good girl," he said finally, his tone condescending, but she soaked it up like it was the highest praise.
As he turned to leave, the system's familiar notification pinged in his head, not that it distracted him. The words flashed in his mind, signaling the completion of the task with Mrs. Harper. His ability, Emotional Rejuvenation, was already starting to take root in her, subtly making her more dependent on him for the kind of validation she craved. She wouldn't be able to stay away—not now. Not ever.
He paused by the door, glancing back at her one last time. "Don't call me. I'll call you."
Mrs. Harper's face flushed, her eyes wide as she nodded quickly, scrambling to gather the rest of her things. Dick didn't wait for her response. He pushed the door open, stepping out into the gym, the cool air hitting his face as he left her behind.
[Quest Complete: "Breaking the Cougar"
Objective: Dominate Mrs. Harper completely.
Reward: 10 Netori Points.]