The hot water felt good as it washed over Sandra's body. It had been a long and eventful day for her. It had started out with her in complete control of her life, and ended with her having no control of her life. She just wanted to shower and go to bed. She kept thinking maybe she'd wake up in the morning and this would have just been a bad dream. Her emotions vacillated between revulsion at what Tyler had forced her to do, and a curious excitement, wondering what it was going to be like being his bitch. She was both scared and aroused at the same time. She could see the anger in his eyes towards her for what she had done to his younger brother. As she looked back she realized now how stupid she had been. But she also thought she saw a glimpse of tenderness in his eyes towards her. It was that flash of tenderness that got her so aroused and curious at the same time. How was he going to use her? What was he going to demand of her? The more she thought about it, the more turned on she became.
She quickly dismissed the thought as she stepped out of the shower. She wasn't going to allow this young man to affect her this way. After drying off and putting on her favorite nightie she slipped her robe on and decided to get a night-cap before going to bed. A nice stiff shot of Jack Daniels should help her sleep quite nicely. As she walked down stairs she heard a soft knocking on the back door. She walked to the back door and looked out.
She opened the door. "It's late!" She said curtly. "What do you want?"
Tyler smirked. "You need to work on your attitude bitch! Is this how you treated my brother every time he came over to service you, you dirty slut?"
Sandra knew she was walking an emotional tightrope with Tyler. "I said I was sorry for what I did to him. I know it was wrong. I don't know what got into me. It was just that . . . ." Tyler cut her off.
"That's over! Don't think of me coming over here to get revenge on you. Think of it as me getting what I want now. You got what you wanted. Now I'm going to get what I want." Tyler walked past her and into the house. He made his way to the living room and sat down.
Sandra followed him into her living room holding her robe clutched to her throat. "And what is it that you want?"
Tyler shook his head. "I thought that was pretty obvious bitch! I want you!" He let his words sink in. "Ever since I was a kid I've fantasized about you. Those big tits of yours. That body. I know I'm young enough to be your son. But I don't give a shit. I've wanted you for a long time. And now I've got you."
Sandra felt her cunt begin to twitch as Tyler expressed his lust and desire for her. She couldn't remember the last time a man had expressed his desire for her like that.
Without saying a word Tyler got up and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.
"Where do you think you're going?" The irritation in Sandra's voice was evident.
Tyler looked over his shoulder and smirked at her. "I thought I'd spend the night since hubby won't be home till late tomorrow."
Sandra shot up from her chair. "The hell you are!" she screamed as she moved towards the stairs.
Tyler ignored her as he almost ran up the stairs. Sandra was right behind him as she continued shouting her objections. "You're not spending the night you little bastard! No fucking way!" Her anger grew with each step she took.
Tyler walked into her bedroom and looked around at the spaciousness of it. Then his eyes focused on the king-size bed between the two windows. He walked over and sat down on it, turning to face Sandra. He could see the rage in her eyes.
Sandra shook and was on the verge of tears as she watched her tormentor sit down on her bed as though he owned it. This young man was pushing every button she'd worked so hard to maintain control of for most of her adult life. She'd swore many years before that she'd never let another man control her. Yet here she was waiting for his next move. His next demand. She wasn't sure what enraged her more. Tyler's taking control of her life, or her own stupidity for putting herself in this situation.
"Get over here!" Tyler ordered her.
The forcefulness of his voice was almost overpowering for Sandra. As she moved towards the bed her mind was screaming for her to turn and walk out. Yet the closer she got to the bed, the more her cunt began to twitch. 'Damn my sex drive!' she thought. She hated that side of her that craved to be taken and used by a man for his pleasure. It had always been there, since she was a teenager. Right after her and Sam had been married they had played with the BDSM lifestyle. Sandra took to it like a moth to light. She had never known such intense sexual pleasure and fulfillment prior to that, nor had she experienced it since then. Sam on the other hand didn't care for it. Making money was all he was about. Sandra was left feeling frustrated and abandoned. After so many years of trying to reignite that with Sam, she finally just gave up and suppressed that need till it was almost gone. Tyler was reawakening something in her that both excited her and scared her at the same time. She stood in front of Tyler trembling from both rage and excitement, her arms crossed in defiance.
Tyler looked up with pure lust in his eyes. "Strip bitch!"
"Fuck off you little bastard!" Sandra sneared defiantly. She was doing her best to hang onto what little control she still had.
Tyler reached up from his sitting position and grabbed both sides of her robe above her crossed arms and ripped it open. Sandra felt the strength within his arms as her arms were pushed aside as though they were two limp appendages. She squealed as her robe was opened. "From now on bitch, when I tell you to do something, you do it!" He then reached for her nightie between her jutting tits and ripped it apart from top to bottom. Her tits came into full view of his lecherous gaze. "Now that's a sweet pair of tits!"
Sandra gasped then almost started crying as Tyler did as he pleased with her. She had fantasized about something like this many times before. Now that it was happening to her, she was overcome with a mixture of fear and excitement. She stood there frozen to the floor as Tyler inspected her body. HIs hands started with her tits, feeing and squeezing them. He then worked his way down her body till he got to her pussy. He looked up at her with irritation. "I told you to shave your pussy! Didn't I?"
Sandra didn't say anything as she stood there. She was doing her best to hang to what little dignity and control she had left.
Tyler smirked. Two can play at this game he thought to himself. "I asked you a question bitch! I expect an answer!"
Sandra remained silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of any response from her.
Tyler smiled, then began looking around the room. There was a cushioned chair in the corner with wooden armrests. 'Perfect!' he thought. He walked over to it and pulled it to the middle of the room. He walked back to Sandra and ripped what was left of her robe and nightie off her body, leaving her standing before him naked. He then grabbed Sandra by her hair and pulled her over to the chair, bending her over the back of it. "Now grab the armrests!" Sandra tried to resist, but her attempts were no match for Tyler's strength. She grabbed the armrests as she was told, whimpering as she did so. Tyler held her head down till it was almost touching the seat cushion, her ass facing the ceiling. Tyler chuckled as he raised his right hand. "It's time my rich bitch learn her new role in life!"
HIs hand came down on her ass with all the force he could deliver. Sandra screamed in pain as the sting of his hand shot through her body like and an electrical shock. "AAAAHHHH!! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Sandra tried to push herself up and off the chair to escape her abuse. Tyler held her securely bent over the chair, completely at his mercy. His hand came down on her other cheek with the same amount of force. "AAAAAHHHHH!! YOU FUCKING LITTLE BASTARD!! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!!"
"Like hell you will rich bitch! My little rich bitch has always gotten things her way!" His swipes continued at a steady pace. Each blow turning her ass more red with each strike. Sandra's screams slowly died to a grunt then a whimper as the punishment on her ass continued unabated. "You used my brother, and didn't think anything of it! Now I'm going to use you!"
Sandra looked over her shoulder at him as best she could, tears streaming down her face. "I told you I was sorry!" she sobbed. "What more do you want!"