"See, Samantha? This is where you belong," Dick muttered. "On your knees, with my cock down your throat."
She whimpered, nodding slightly, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused on the task, her tongue swirling around his length, eager to please. Every sound she made, every desperate movement, only brought her further in her deprivation, closer to another peak.
Rebecca watched from the side, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her skirt. The sight before her was both shocking and impossible to look away from. She could feel the heat rising in her, desire coiling in the pit of her stomach— with Adam and Samantha there, watching Dick dominate so effortlessly. Her gaze flickered between the scene and Dick, her lips parting as her mind wandered, already planning how she'd show her appreciation later. The hunger in her eyes was undeniable, even if she kept her composure.
Dick chuckled again, brushing a strand of Samantha's hair behind her ear. "Good whore," he muttered. "Keep going. Show him what he'll never have."
Samantha moaned in response, the sound muffled by the weight of him on her tongue. She was close now, her body trembling with the effort, her hands gripping him tighter as she worked harder, faster. Her breath hitched, her body moving with an almost frenzied need.
Finally, with a low grunt, Dick yanked Samantha's head back, pulling her off him. She gasped for air, her lips slick and swollen, eyes dazed with lust. Her body trembled, knees weak, as she looked up at him, waiting for his next command.
"You've earned your reward," Dick muttered, his voice low and dangerous. He stepped back, watching as Samantha's eyes widened in anticipation.
Dick held his cock, guiding it to the ground just in front of Rebecca's feet. A wicked smirk played on his lips as he let loose, ropes of cum splattering across the hardwood. The slick, wet sound filled the room, and Samantha's eyes were glued to the mess he left behind.
"Get your reward, whore," he growled.
Without hesitation, Samantha dropped to her knees, crawling toward the sticky pool, her breathing ragged. The shame and degradation painted her face, but she didn't stop, her body moving almost on instinct. Her fingers trembled as she reached the ground, dipping them into the warm mess. Her tongue flicked out hesitantly, tasting the salty bitterness of his cum as she licked the floor clean.
Rebecca watched, her lips slightly parted, the shock of seeing her daughter like this—so submissive, so low—etched into her expression. But she didn't say a word. Her eyes flickered to Dick, her chest rising and falling, as though waiting for her own command.
Dick's eyes stayed locked on Samantha, the satisfaction in his gaze growing darker as she continued to lap up every drop. The pathetic sounds she made as she cleaned the floor only fueled him more.
"Don't leave a spot. I want it spotless."
She nodded frantically, dropping her head to the floor again, licking the last remnants of his cum. Her tongue traced over the wood, desperate to satisfy him, her body quivering with the effort. By the time she finished, her breathing was shallow, her face flushed.
"Good girl," Dick muttered. His praise was laced with mockery, but Samantha clung to it like it was the only thing keeping her afloat. She slowly rose to her knees, her eyes downcast, waiting for what he would say next.
Dick called out to Samantha. "Come here, I need to piss, but I don't want to dirty Rebecca's house. If even a drop falls, you'll regret it."
Samantha's eyes widened, but she scrambled to her feet, her body still trembling. She approached him cautiously, head down. His cock already half-hard from the earlier humiliation. He gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
"Kneel," he ordered.
Samantha dropped to her knees in front of him, her lips parting slightly, her breath shallow as she waited for what came next.
"You know what to do," Dick muttered.
Without a word, Samantha leaned forward, her mouth open, ready to catch every drop. She closed her eyes, the shame rolling over her. Her whole body was tense, bracing for the humiliation she knew was coming.
Dick let out a soft breath, his cock twitching as he aimed down at her. The warm stream hit her tongue, her lips parting further to take it all in. Samantha tried to swallow as quickly as she could, the taste bitter and salty, but she made no sound. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the humiliation almost unbearable, but she didn't dare move or let any spill.
"Not a drop," Dick reminded her, his voice barely above a whisper.
Samantha nodded slightly, keeping her mouth open, letting the last few drops fall onto her tongue before she swallowed hard. Her whole body shuddered, but she stayed kneeling, eyes cast down.
When he was finished, Dick stepped back, watching Samantha on her knees, her lips still trembling. "Good slave," he muttered, patting her head like she was nothing more than a pet. "Do you deserve a reward?"
Samantha turned, her body shifting into a humiliating position on all fours, her slick thighs glistening in the dim light. Her breath came out in short, desperate gasps. "Please, Master! Please, bestow me a reward!" she begged. Her hips quivered, juices dripping down her thighs like a leaky faucet. She couldn't even meet his eyes, completely lost in the degradation.
Dick laughed, dragging Samantha by her hair, her body jerking as he yanked her toward Adam. He bent her over, positioning her right in front of her boyfriend, her ass raised in the air, exposed and slick from everything she'd been through. Adam, still bound and helpless, stared at the scene in front of him, disbelief and rage flickering across his face.
"Take a good look, Adam," Dick muttered, his voice cold and sharp. "This is where your little girlfriend belongs. Bent over, used, begging for more." He kicked Adam's leg, forcing him to sit up straighter. "You're going to watch me destroy her."
Samantha whimpered, her face pressed against the couch cushion, but there was no protest left in her. Her thighs quivered, anticipation and shame battling for dominance as her body trembled under his grip.
"Look at her," Dick growled, his fingers digging into Samantha's hips as he positioned himself behind her. "Look at the way she's dripping, Adam. She wants this more than she ever wanted you."
Adam's face contorted with fury, veins bulging on his neck as he strained against the ropes, but the bindings held tight. "You sick fuck! I'll fucking kill you!"
Dick smirked, his hand coming down hard on Samantha's ass with a loud slap that echoed through the room. She moaned, the sound muffled against the couch. Her body jerked from the impact, but instead of pulling away, her hips pushed back, desperate for more.
"You hear that?" Dick mocked, leaning forward slightly, his breath hot against Samantha's ear. "She's not begging me to stop. She's begging for more."
Samantha let out a choked whimper, her hands clutching the cushion as her body trembled. Every part of her was betraying her, responding to Dick's dominance in ways she couldn't control.
Adam's eyes were wide, his face twisted in disgust as he watched his girlfriend's body respond so eagerly to another man. He struggled against the ropes, his breath coming out in shallow gasps, but Dick wasn't interested in his weak protests. Adam's small erection bulged in his pants, he was enjoying this more than he'd admit.
"Don't act all high and mighty," Dick muttered, his voice dripping with venom. He drove his fist into Adam's face with a sickening thud, the force sending his head snapping back. "You're hard, aren't you? Watching her beg for me. You love being cucked, don't you?"
Adam's head lolled to the side, blood trickling from his nose, but his mouth stayed shut. The defiance that had clung to him earlier was gone, replaced by something darker—fear and, worse, excitement. Dick smirked, wiping his bloody knuckles on Adam's shirt.
"You're pathetic," Dick sneered, turning his attention back to Samantha. Her body trembled beneath him, her arousal slick against his fingers as he teased her folds, pushing her closer to the edge. She was mindless now, hips wriggling against his hand, desperate for more.
Dick didn't wait any longer. He slammed into her, hard, making her cry out in pleasure and pain. Samantha's fingers dug into the cushions, her back arching as she took every inch of him. Adam could only watch, his body trembling with rage and twisted desire.
"See that, Adam?" Dick growled between rough thrusts. "This is what real fucking looks like. She's dripping, begging for it. More than she ever did with you."
Samantha moaned, her breath hitching as her body shook beneath him. Her eyes fluttered closed, completely lost in the sensation, in the overwhelming pleasure she had never known before. Dick slapped her ass hard enough to make her jolt forward, her nails clawing into the couch cushions.
"Tell him, whore," he growled, his voice low, vibrating with authority. "Tell him how much you enjoy this. If you don't tell him how I fuck you, I'll stop."
Her lips parted, but the words caught in her throat, barely a whisper escaping. "I—I…"
Another slap, sharper this time, forced a gasp from her lips. "Say it," Dick demanded, his pace unrelenting. "Or I'll leave you here, soaking wet and unsatisfied."
Her eyes flew open, panic flashing across her face. She couldn't bear that. The pleasure, the intensity—she needed it, craved it like air. Her breath hitched again, the words spilling out before she could stop them. "Y-you fuck me better than he ever did!"
Adam, still tied helplessly to the couch, flinched, his face twisting horror. "Samantha, don't—"
"Shut up," she snapped, her voice trembling. Her eyes glazed over with lust as she glanced back at Dick. "I need this. I need him."
Dick's hand gripped her hair, yanking her head back roughly, making her arch beneath him. "That's right," he murmured darkly, his breath hot against her ear. "You're mine now. Say it."
"I'm yours," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, completely giving in to him. "All yours."
Her words sent a fresh wave of satisfaction through Dick, his pace increasing. "Good girl," he muttered, his hand sliding down her back, fingers digging into her hips as he pounded into her harder. "Now beg me for more."
Samantha's moans filled the room, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. She arched her back, her hips pressing back against him, desperate for every inch. "Please, Dick," she whimpered, her voice trembling. "Don't stop. Please… I need more."
Adam, still watching in helpless disbelief, struggled against the ropes, his breath coming in ragged bursts. "You're fucking sick!" he spat, his face red with rage. "She's just—"
"She's just what?" Dick cut him off, his voice dripping with contempt. "She's exactly where she wants to be. Under me. Begging." He slapped Samantha's ass again, watching her writhe beneath him, her moans turning into desperate gasps. "You could never make her feel like this."
Samantha whimpered, her body trembling as her climax built, the pressure inside her becoming unbearable. She was close, so close, but she needed permission. Her mind was a haze of lust and shame, but she knew better than to come without his approval.
"Please," she begged, her voice broken. "Let me cum. I-I can't hold it… please."
Dick smirked, his hand gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her, hard and fast. "Not yet," he growled. "You don't come until I say so."
Samantha's body tensed, the frustration and pleasure mixing into something unbearable. She bit her lip hard, trying to hold back, her entire body shaking with the effort. "Please, please…" she whimpered, her voice cracking.
"Beg harder," Dick ordered, his pace unrelenting. "Show me how much you need this."
Tears welled in Samantha's eyes, the shame burning deep inside her as the words spilled out. "Please, I'll do anything," she gasped, her voice hoarse with desperation. "I need you. I need to cum. Please, Dick… please!"
Dick's smirk deepened, satisfied with her pathetic display. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Now," he murmured darkly, giving her the permission she so desperately craved.
Samantha screamed as the orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing beneath him, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She came hard, her walls tightening around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She was lost, completely undone, her mind blank with the intensity of it.
Dick didn't slow down. He rode her through the climax, each thrust pulling another moan from her lips. He slapped her ass again, harder this time, his voice cold. "You're a bad whore, coming before I did."
Samantha gasped, her body still trembling, the sting of his hand making her arch her back in response. Her legs shook, barely able to hold her up, but Dick didn't care. His grip tightened on her hips, pulling her closer, his cock driving deeper, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
"You think that's it?" he growled, the mocking edge in his voice sharper now. "I haven't even begun to use you."
She whimpered, her mind too foggy to respond, her body still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm. Dick didn't give her a moment to recover. His fingers dug into her hips as he drove into her even harder, his own release building.
His pace grew relentless, each thrust rougher than the last, her moans mixing with desperate gasps as she clung to the cushions. The pleasure was overwhelming, threatening to drown her again, but she fought to hold back another orgasm.
Dick's breath quickened. His focus narrowed, the sounds of her ragged breathing, the slap of skin, and her soft whimpers driving him closer to the edge. His cock twitched inside her, and his grip tightened, holding her in place as he pushed deeper.
"Don't stop," she gasped, barely able to get the words out. Her voice cracked, betraying her. "Please… keep going."
He grunted, slamming into her one final time, filling her completely before his release hit, hot and thick inside her. She moaned at the sensation, her body trembling as she felt him spill into her, each pulse sending a wave of warmth through her core. Dick held her there, grinding against her, making sure she felt every bit of it.