Stacey was beautiful, no denying that. Especially in her maid's uniform, she had this air about her, like she was trying to make the best of a bad situation. But that didn't change the fact that she was as dumb as a rock, no real skill beyond keeping up appearances. She couldn't clean to save her life, and her idea of "service" was a joke. But still, Sirius kept her around, and Jonas, the loyal dog, didn't seem to mind sharing her if it meant he kept his position secure.
He wondered what had changed or how it all began. Why had Stacey agreed to Jonas's offer in the first place? Dick shook his head, dismissing the thought. 'I don't really care. I considered fucking Stacey to cuckold Jonas, but would it really count when he's already sharing her? Would stopping her from lying under Sirius be enough?' The answer was clear—if there wasn't NP, it wasn't worth his time. Stacey might have been attractive, but she wasn't important.
Walking out of the mansion, Dick moved toward the gazebo where he'd previously fucked Lana in front of her boyfriend, Mike. He pulled out his phone and shot a quick text to her:
Dick: Gazebo. Now.
He pocketed the phone, the cool evening air brushing against his skin as he strolled across the yard. The gazebo stood quietly in the garden, shrouded in shadows, far enough from the house that no one would notice.
Lana would come running as soon as she saw his message. He had her wrapped around his finger now, and she knew it. After everything he'd done for her—saving her from her debt, giving her the graduation exam answers, humiliating Mike—there was no going back. She was his, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
By the time he reached the gazebo, he could already hear her hurried footsteps. Lana appeared moments later, slightly out of breath, her wide eyes searching for him in the dark. When she spotted him, she hesitated for a second, but that fleeting moment of resistance vanished as soon as she stepped closer.
"Dick," she greeted softly, her voice shaky.
He didn't say anything at first, just leaned against one of the wooden pillars, arms crossed as he watched her. Lana had changed since the last time they'd met here. She wasn't the same defiant girl anymore, not since that night with Mike. Now, there was a constant undercurrent of submission in her movements.
Lana stopped in front of him, biting her lip nervously, waiting for his next move. She was dressed casually, but he could see the way her hands fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, like she was unsure of what he wanted.
"You're late," Dick said flatly, his voice cold.
"I—I came as soon as I could," she stammered, her eyes darting to the ground.
Dick gave her a cold, dismissive look, "What do you want?" She asked to see him the other day, but he ignored it until now.
Lana fidgeted with her shirt, her fingers trembling slightly as she shifted from foot to foot. "I… I passed my finals," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wouldn't have made it without you. I wanted to thank you."
Dick snorted, unimpressed. He reached out suddenly, grabbing her by the chin, his fingers digging into her skin just hard enough to make her gasp. "Thank me?" he sneered, tilting her head up to meet his eyes. "Or is it that your slutty cunt can't go another second without my cock?"
Lana's breath hitched, her eyes wide as she struggled to find her voice. Her cheeks flushed, but not with embarrassment—with need. She bit her lip, her legs squeezing together unconsciously. "I—I just…"
Dick's grip tightened slightly, making her wince. "Spit it out, Lana. You think I don't know why you're here?" His voice was low, taunting, as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. "You're not here to thank me. You're here because you can't stand being without me."
Lana swallowed hard, her lips parting, but no words came out. She was trembling now, the weight of his gaze making her feel small, powerless. She knew he was right.
"I… You made me like this, I need it," she finally whispered, her voice breaking as the admission slipped from her lips. "Please, Dick, I need you."
A slow, satisfied smirk spread across his face. "That's more like it," he muttered, his thumb brushing over her trembling lips. "You'll always need me, Lana. Don't forget that."
Without another word, Dick pushed her back against the pillar, his hands rough as he lifted her shirt, exposing her smooth, pale skin. Lana didn't resist, her body already responding to his touch. She let out a soft whimper, her legs trembling as his fingers brushed over her stomach, trailing down toward the waistband of her skirt.
"You're soaking, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice dripping with contempt as his fingers slipped past the fabric, pressing against her soaked panties. Lana gasped, her back arching against the pillar, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts.
"I knew it," he growled, his fingers teasing her through the wet fabric. "Such a pathetic slut. Can't even keep it together without me."
Lana's head fell back, her eyes squeezed shut as she bit her lip to keep from crying out. She was completely at his mercy, every nerve in her body firing with the intensity of his touch. Dick's fingers toyed with her clit through the damp fabric, his smirk growing as her legs shook.
"How will you thank me, slut?" Dick's voice was cold. His breath was hot against her ear as his hand pressed harder between her legs. "If me fucking your brain out is your idea of thanks, then you've misunderstood."
Lana whimpered, her fingers gripping the pillar behind her as she struggled to hold herself upright. She tried to respond, but the words caught in her throat. Her body betrayed her, hips grinding into his hand as a desperate plea for more. Every part of her was on fire, and the heat between her legs was unbearable.
"I... I'll do anything," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, just... don't stop."
Dick chuckled, pulling back just enough to let his fingers slip out from under her skirt, making her whine in frustration. His eyes gleamed as he leaned back, crossing his arms. "Then strip."
Without hesitation, she reached down, pulling her shirt over her head, revealing her bare skin beneath. Her fingers trembled as they fumbled with the waistband of her skirt, sliding it down her legs followed by her panties, until she was left standing there, completely naked.
Dick watched her with a detached amusement, his eyes raking over her body as she stood before him, vulnerable and desperate. "Good slut," he muttered, his voice low and taunting. "Now, show me how grateful you are."
Lana dropped to her knees without a second thought, her breath hitching as her hands reached for his waistband. She fumbled with the zipper, her hands shaking with anticipation as she pulled his pants down, freeing his cock. Her eyes flickered up to meet his, and the intensity of his gaze made her pulse quicken.
She didn't wait for further instruction. Her lips parted as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste him. The heat of her breath against his cock sent a shiver up his spine. Lana's movements were slow, savoring every moment like she was tasting something forbidden, like the warmth of his cock like it was the one thing she'd been craving all along. Her tongue slid along the length of him, tracing every vein with a worshipful reverence.
Dick watched her, his hand resting casually on the back of her head. He didn't guide her movements, didn't need to. Lana was already lost in her own desperation, her need for him overriding everything else. She moaned softly, the sound vibrating through him as she took him deeper, her lips stretching around his thickness.
Her mouth was warm, wet, and eager. Each movement of her tongue, each bob of her head, was filled with a kind of devotion that only came from knowing what was coming next. Dick's fingers tangled in her hair, tightening just enough to make her whimper, the sound muffled by his cock filling her mouth.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide, pupils blown with lust as she hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, tears pricking the corners of her eyes, but she didn't stop. If anything, she pushed harder, desperate to please him.
The sight of her on her knees, worshipping him, sent a thrill through him. Her submission wasn't just about sex—it was total. She'd given him everything, her pride, her dignity, all reduced to this one moment, where nothing else mattered but the weight of his cock in her mouth.
"Faster," Dick growled, his grip tightening in her hair as he set the pace. Lana moaned around him, her mouth moving in sync with his thrusts, the wet sound of her sucking filling the air. Her eyes fluttered shut as she surrendered completely, her body responding to every command without question.
He pulled her hair, yanking his cock out of her warm mouth.
"No," she protested, lunging forward like a starving animal, but Dick's grip kept her in place, his hand firm on her head.
"Not so fast," he sneered, dragging her up by the hair as she whimpered. Without missing a beat, he jerked her toward the wooden table at the gazebo. "Lie on your back, bitch. You can't even suck properly."
Lana scrambled onto the table, her body trembling, her legs shaky, but she didn't hesitate. She positioned herself flat on her back, her eyes wide, breath shaky, as she watched him with desperate anticipation. Her need was palpable, her body responding to his every word, every touch, like she couldn't function without his approval.
Dick stepped up to the table, towering over her as he grabbed her head and angled her just right. His cock, still slick with her spit, hovered above her face, and without warning, he thrust it down into her open mouth, forcing her to take him deeper than before. His balls slapped against her nose, the rough rhythm setting the pace as his shaft plunged into her throat.
Lana gagged, her body tensing as she struggled to breathe, but Dick didn't relent. He pushed harder, watching as her throat stretched to accommodate him, her eyes watering from the sheer force of it. His asshole hovered just above her face, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body against her skin, every thrust sending shockwaves through her.
Her hands clutched at the edges of the table, fingers digging into the wood as her body tried to keep up with his relentless pace. Each motion was brutal, calculated, driving him deeper into her throat, and she took it all, her gags and moans muffled by the thick cock filling her mouth.
The slapping sound of his balls against her face echoed through the garden, loud and obscene, but it only spurred him on. He felt her throat tighten around him with each thrust, her gasps for air growing more desperate, her eyes rolling back slightly as she teetered on the edge of consciousness.
"Look at you," Dick grunted, his voice rough with arousal. "Can't even breathe, and yet you're still begging for more. Pathetic."
Lana's body jerked beneath him, her legs trembling as she struggled to keep up with the brutal rhythm, her face flushed red from lack of air. She gagged again, the sound wet and desperate, but she didn't pull away.
With a final, forceful thrust, Dick buried himself fully in her throat, holding her there for a moment as she choked around him. He groaned low in his throat, savoring the tightness, the way her body convulsed beneath him, utterly powerless. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut, her limbs twitching slightly from the overwhelming sensation.
Finally, he pulled out, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet, obscene sound. Lana gasped for air, her chest heaving as she tried to recover, her lips swollen and slick with saliva. Her eyes were wide, glazed over with lust and exhaustion, but even now, even after all that, she didn't stop.