The two weeks that followed Arnold’s punishment were as if nothing had happened at all. His friends hadn’t mentioned their participation, and Arnold hadn’t even broached the subject matter once. I hadn’t felt shame for the act or disgust. In fact, I loved the feeling of each one of them inside me.

I caught myself thinking back on the moment each one of them came as I idly washed the dishes in the sink. Had Arnold been waiting for me to cheat on him for this to happen? He seemed rather prepared. My thoughts wandered. As I carefully cleaned each dish, I chewed my lower lip, feeling my lower lips moisten at the thought of Niko’s grunts when he came in my ass. I hadn’t expected to enjoy it as I did – being used by his friends. Part of me craved more while the other part of me paused to think of what R would say. Surely, nothing positive. Ah, well, at least they didn’t breed me, I shrugged.

With a sigh, I finished my dishes and my musings. It had been over a month since I’d seen R, and he was coming to meet me again. Very soon, I would be leaving to go meet him for the second time. This time, I felt nervous. I couldn’t quite place why. My heart fluttered and my stomach twirled. Anxiety? This man bred me, and I feel... anxiety? Perhaps my feelings for R ran deeper than I thought. We’d chatted many nights away while Arnold slept beside me. Or, during the day, when Arnold was at work. The truth was that R was barely around, aside from a conversation or two a week. This is why I thought I’d never let myself develop feelings for him. Why do I lust after him so? I questioned myself, melodramatically hanging my head.

I grabbed my cardigan and headed towards the door. On the table next to the exit of our room was my bag. I grabbed my purse from it and headed out the door, locking it behind me. Waiting for me was a taxi. Hopping in the sedan, I gave the driver the address of the hotel we were meeting at. It wouldn’t take more than twenty minutes to arrive. That’s how long I had to conquer this nagging pit in my stomach.

The car ride was silent, aside from a radio station that had a channel in a language I couldn’t quite understand. When the car squealed to a stop, I thanked the driver and tapped my card to pay him. Though I did not feel prepared, it was time to finally tell R what had happened with Arnold and his friends. As the car rolled away, I sighed and headed. Room 203. I found my way to the stairs easily, quickly climbing them to the second floor. My hands started to tremble slightly as I reached the top. I scanned the room numbers as I walked along the hall, shaking my head over the tacky carpet always found in hotels.

There it was. Taking a deep breath, I scanned the card reader at the handle and knocked twice. My hands felt heavy, and my knees felt like they might buckle on me. I heard the handle turn, and the lock click open.

“There you are!” R greeted me with a smile.

“Here I am!” I replied, slightly uncomfortable.

Where was all this sudden emotion coming from? I followed him inside, looking into the bathroom on my way over to bed, where he led me. His strong, muscular back was outlined through the basic red t-shirt he wore. His jeans were just as simple, and he wore no shoes.  Through the curtains, the daylight peeked through. It would be hours before Arnold was home, so I had plenty of time to stay with R this time, unlike last time. I set my bag on the dresser that also served as a television stand.

“Have you been well?” I asked.

"Much better now,” he turned to me, flashing a bright smile.

I sat on the king bed that filled most of the room. The air smelled faintly of bleach, a remnant from when the sheets were washed. My eyes followed him as he came to sit next to me in the center of the bed.

“I have to tell you something,” I confessed.

“Oh?” He quirked his eyebrow.

“Arnold found out about us,” came the words in quick succession.

He paused for a second, resting his elbow on his knee and his head on his hand, looking at me.

“Has he bred you since?” he pondered.

“Uh –” I stammered.

“Tell me!” his voice rose slightly.

"No but –”

“Excellent. Your pussy belongs to me.”

“He did punish me, though.” My admission came.

“Tell me. What did he do? Details!” asked R.

“His two friends visited. He had them fuck me. One came in my ass, the other on my face, and then Arnold down my throat.”

“Very good,” he responded.

“Good!?” I scoffed in disbelief.

“Yes. He didn’t breed you. Aside from the sloppy seconds I gave him. That is good.” He smiled, pulling me into him.

Before I could react, his strong hands had me, holding me close to his body. He shrugged my grey cardigan off and began kissing down my neck. Much more sensual than last time. I thought to myself, almost chuckling as his stubble tickled my sensitive skin. I felt his lips move back up and press against my ear.

“By the way…” he whispered. “I already knew.”

My eyes shot open, and the shame I’d not felt earlier washed over me like a wave of hot ice. From the bathroom came a naked blonde girl. She couldn’t have been more than twenty-two. Her petite frame was bony, but her face was full and youthful. Her green eyes shone as she walked over to me. Without a warning, R pulled a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and clasped them around my wrists.

“You will watch,” he commanded, leading me by the hands to the chair that sat by the window.

My mind spun in circles as I went over every possibility of how he could have found out. Was he friends with Nikos or Ravi? He must have been. There is no other way that R would have found out about Arnold’s punishment.

“I won’t,” I defied.

“You will!”

His voice went from soft to aggressive so quickly that it startled me. I nodded and watched as the girl got into the bed and lay atop the sheets. R undressed quickly and mounted her missionary, wasting no time to enter her. She cried out, wrapping her legs around him to pull him in deeper. I felt my nose twitch in jealousy and turned my head away, aware that he was unable to see me with his back turned to me.

After several moments of moaning and grunts, I finally heard her stop.

“I said, look, Gabryelle!”

The sudden boom in voice startled me again, causing me to jump. I watched as he continued for the next several minutes, doing to her what I wanted done to me. My nails dug into my palms as I watched.

Over the course of what I presumed was fifteen minutes or so, I saw him slow to a crawl and turn to me.

“Here. Now. And take your clothes off.”

I stared at him blankly for a moment. How? How was I supposed to remove these clothes with these cuffs on?

“The cuffs stay on,” he said, as if to answer my own internal question.

Groaning, I carefully pulled my shirt over my head, weaving it through the cuffs until it slid free and onto the ground. With a thankful sigh, I slid down my knee-length shorts, stepping out of them. I stumbled slightly as I made my way to bed. I sat on the corner and slipped off my panties, listening as he began to fuck her once more.

Fully naked, I climbed onto the bed. He stopped and shooed her away. I was a little thrown off by this, but continued to take her place.

“No, on all fours,” he directed.

Again, I was confused about how that was possible. The best I could do was prop myself up on my elbows and wait for him. This time, I felt dirty. Jealous.

Slap.

I felt my ass reverberate with such a force that I fell forward.

Slap.

The other cheek began to burn. He began to spank me in a rhythmic motion. I’d never felt such sensations before. It was pleasant and painful. After every five smacks or so, he would stop to rub, which felt nice. And then, spank me again. This almost lulled me into a hypnotic dream.

“Fifty,” said the blonde girl with a giggle.

I turned to her.

“That’s how many spanks you got!” She smiled.

With an eye roll, I turned back to face the grey headboard of the large bed. The nameless young lady came to lie next to me, a grin on her face. Without warning, I’d felt R enter me. My damp folds unexpectedly grew slick at his touch. He began to thrust in and out of me hard, causing my tits to jiggle with each movement. A warm hand gripped my breast, giving my small nipple a rub. The sensitive flesh reacted to her touch, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body as he fucked me harder.

“Eliza, get the plug,” he grunted.

She rose from the bed and returned with a medium sized metal plug intended for anuses. It was like the one that I had at home that R used last time, only one size bigger. Eliza returned to where she lay next to me, the sound of skin hitting skin reverberating throughout the quiet room. Before I knew it, I felt R erupt into me once more, his hot semen coating the walls of my cunt.

“That’s better,” R said with a happy sigh.

R pulled out of me. I felt the cold metal of the plug tease my loosened entrance for just a second before it was stuffed inside my happy pussy.