Tessa knelt on the rug in front of Quinn's big bed, her hands locked behind her and attached by a short chain that ran up to her collar. Her feet were forced wide by a spreader bar which exposed her pussy to him. He was walking around her in tight circles, his wrist flicking out every once in a while to land a stinging blow across her skin with a riding crop. Tessa stiffened and cried out each time, but she was not fooling him. Not when her cries were high and filled with pleasure, not pain.
It had been six months since that day at the bar where the man had grabbed her, and this had been every weekend of her life ever since. They still fucked in secret every time they got together with their friends for their monthly dinners. It was like a secret game they played between them. Yet it had become such a small part of her life now because every Friday night to Sunday evening, she belonged to him. They had even gone on a two week vacation together in the fall where they had rented a tiki hut over the ocean in the middle of no where and had fucked endlessly for fourteen days straight. And no matter how often her took her or in how many different ways, Tessa could not get enough of his cock.
"Do you like this?" He asked from above her as the crop flicked out and fell across one exposed nipple.
"Yes!" She gasped as the blow sent pleasure arcing through her like lightning.
"What do you want?" He asked her.
"I want you to bend me over and fuck me from behind." She replied without thought.
Despite all of the wild things that he did to her body, doggy style was always her favorite. Maybe because it opened her up wide to him and he could go deep and fill her to the very core.
"And what will I get in return if I do?" He asked her in amusement.
"Anything you want!" She panted the words passed the haze of her own need.
