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Price of Betrayal 1

Date: 5/11/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, BDSM, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Fisting, Male/Female, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 92.7, Source: sexstories.com

to hide the blood stains on her shirt and protect my car's upholstery than for any desire to protect her from the chill of the night. Then I carried her out to my car and put her in the front seat. She slumped against me, and I buckled her in tightly. When I climbed in behind the wheel, I watched her for a moment. I had deliberately avoided marking her face, and now, she just looked like she was sleeping, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. I drove to her apartment, which, incidentally, I was paying for while she was with me, and when we arrived, I broke another vial of smelling salts under her nose, the sharp stench quickly filling the car. She jolted awake and immediately groaned as she looked around her. "Where are we, Sir?" "Your home," I said, my frigid tone betraying the fact that I was still fucking pissed. Her eyes went wide. "But, I thought..." I glared at her. "You thought what? That after I beat you, I'd fucking forgive you? What you did was past forgiveness." "Then why did you beat me, Sir? Why didn't you just kick me out?" I laughed then, and she cringed at the sound. "Why do you think? I beat you because I was fucking furious and because I liked it and because you needed to understand that I am not someone you can fuck over and get away with it! Now get the fuck out of my car!" She stared at me wide-eyed and then started crying as she opened the door. Just before she got out, she looked over her shoulder, wincing as the movement caused her clothing to ... rub against her wounds. "I'll miss you, Andrew," she whispered. It was the first time she had ever used my name, but it didn't matter. "I'm sure you will, Terri, but I won't miss you. Maybe you can get your little fuck toy to give you what you need, but I doubt it. Now get the fuck out. I never want to see you again." She sobbed once and left, shutting the door quietly behind her. I drove away without another look back. I knew she wouldn't tell anyone what had happened to her. I had too much on her for that. I drove aimlessly around Queens for about twenty minutes, trying to calm the restlessness in me, but it wasn't doing any good, and I finally pulled into a dark driveway in a residential area near the East River and took a deep breath. Normally when I came here, I was looking for a new partner, but this time, I just wanted to fuck someone for a long time. I walked to the door and knocked twice. When it opened, a very large, very muscular man stood in the doorway, his bulging arms crossed over his massive chest. I barely came to his chin. Most people would have run at that point, but when I raised my eyes to his, a grin crossed his face. "Master Andrew! Long time, no see! Come on in!" "Thank you, Thomas," I said stepping through the door. "Is she in the basement?" "Yes, sir. You remember the way?" "Yes," I said tightly, shucking off my trench coat and handing it to him. "Sir, is something wrong?" Thomas asked as he hung it up. "You seem a little upset." I laughed shortly. "I ...