Hours passed as he had his way with my love over and over again. There were periods of calm, but they were abruptly broken by his incredible appetite and ability to project his seed seemingly without tiring.
I knew that Jenna was fit, but after this it sounded like she would need and deserved a very long rest.
To me the sounds eventually became almost calming. Him grunting and her repeatedly building then climaxing became the background music to my beta trance.
As long as she was being satisfied, I was in a good place. I may be cocktied and forced to listen, but it was comfortable. It was home.
Because I was still essentially in punishment, I was not invited to watch or to clean her. That pained me, but that would be a privilege I would have to earn.
Instead, I listened until my fatigue took over. I was in a fetal position at the foot of the bed as I drifted off to sleep to the sounds of superiors fucking like I could only dream.
At the sound of the wolf, I opened my eyes. I blinked twice and was immediately wide-awake. I also felt totally rested. It was a good feeling.
I must have had the best sleep of my life. I don't remember dreaming exactly, but I do know that my body and mind were finally on the same level and knew that I was deserving of the deepest sleep of my life.
"Rise and shine cucky," came the call from a few feet away next to the bed.
I looked up to see Mrs. Anderson sitting cross legged on a chair staring down at me.
She was in her almost-standard attire, but this time she was wearing one-piece bathing suit. Her sandals were also off already.
Her foot dangled tantalizing right in front of me and the message was clear.
I sat up on my knees and faced her. I took a quick look around the room and saw that it was just us. Without speaking I immediately put her beautiful foot right into my mouth and began worshiping it as she intended.
"Fantastic," she said with a smile. "It looks like a rough pegging, thorough emasculation, and a good night's sleep is just what the doctor ordered." She looked down at me with a combination of derision, superiority and a healthy amount of pride from a job well done.
"I knew you had it in you dear," she continued. "I can tell just by the look of you that you are in a better place. Why just look at that glow about you!"
I somewhat nodded still with her precious foot in my mouth.
"When you first got here, you were so damn tense one could practically feel it all over you." she continued with her self-satisfied smile, "You were wound up tighter than a beta's virgin asshole."
She looked down at me with my near blank beta-stare looking back at her, "But now, you are right down where you belong. Resigned and humbled." She leaned forward the slightest bit, "Wouldn't you agree?"
Again I nodded as I licked the side of her foot.
She leaned back in her chair. "I will admit it," she said almost lost in thought, "You were fun. Mr. Johnson thought that you would get here sooner. I told him that you would take some work." She looked down at me and smirked, "Looks like I won the bet."
She placed her free bare foot right onto my locked nub. It was completely inert. "That key fiasco really spiced things up," she said mainly to herself. "I can't imagine the stress that must have put on you. Should you? Shouldn't you tell the truth?"
She was really enjoying this, "You must have played so much out in your mind. Tell me," she started to ask, "Did you actually fantasize about actually beating Jake?"
I lowered my eyes for a bit and nodded.
