The sun was shining on a chilly February morning. Outside Mona's window, there was evidence of the previous night's snow. All was peaceful and quiet in the world... except for Eric, who was balls deep in Mona and begging to cum.
"Please please please," he whimpered. He could still feel the bruises from yesterday as her weight pushed him into the bed. He wasn't about to cum without her permission.
"No," Mona laughed, and kissed him, probing his mouth with her tongue. She stopped riding him for a moment and looked deeply into his eyes. She ran her fingers through his hair and started gyrating slowly.
"Please oh god please I can't," was the immediate reply. When Eric bucked his hips to try to get away she reached back and slapped his balls.
"Strike two."
Mona gave him another breather before starting again, flexing her velvety walls against his shaft. Even this was enough to get him to whine and eventually he squirmed, just a little.
"...and three," she said as she got up. Eric cried out as the cool air hit his shaft.
Eric happily made breakfast again. I wonder if she'd let me wear an apron, he thought as he fried up the bacon, again trying to avoid splatter in inconvenient places. He didn't complain when Sarah smacked his ass and mocked him, and he didn't complain when he wasn't allowed to eat with the girls. Instead, he rubbed their feet while they ate and chatted. Sarah, ever the horndog, had him lick her feet and suck her toes as she ate, having him kiss her asscheeks to thank her when she got up. I really do love kissing that big ass, he thought as he watched her walk away.
Eric was, as far as he was concerned, playing the part of the perfect boyfriend. The soreness in his ass was an ever-present reminder of his place and what happened when he let Mona down. He was, he had to admit, pretty content. The only problem was how distracting his cock was. The smallest touch or suggestive look would get him hard. It seemed to amuse the girls, at least.
The shower was hot, steamy, and crowded, but Eric did his best to wash Mona. She seemed to enjoy how much he had to maneuver to wash her body. He was just happy to get to touch her all over, spending extra time on her tits and ass. He didn't get to see her naked that often and he relished every moment. When she was clean, she pulled him in for a kiss and the two made out, their soapy bodies sliding over each other. Suddenly, the water hitting Eric's foot was slightly warmer and had a distinctive odor.
"Someday," she whispered in his ear as the stream continued, "I'm going to mark you as my bitch. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Eric stood there dumbly as the water dripped down his face. Mona's grabbed his sack and dug her fingernails in, "wouldn't you?"
Something changed in Eric's mindset and he melted into her. "I... oh yeah I would," Oh shit she's right, he thought. He kissed her desperately as she stroked his now-hard cock and finished pissing on his feet. Mona left Eric in the shower, deep in thought at what he was turning into.
Eric waited at Mona's feet as she finished her homework. He had been there a while. Long enough for the novelty to wear off, long enough to get impatient, and now long enough to settle in and let his mind wander. He was too distracted to hear her door open and was startled to hear Sarah's voice.
"...it'll only be a few minutes. You're not using him anyway."
"Yeah, fine. I didn't think you'd be so horny for him, you big slut. Just make sure he does a good job."
Eric started to stand, but Sarah had him crawl to her on all fours. Maybe it's just easier, he thought as circulation started returning to his legs. I'm not sure I could walk right now anyway. The floor was hard as he made his way to the living room, but he didn't complain.