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Price of Betrayal 3: Tanya Makes a Decision

Date: 6/24/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Reluctance, Sado-Masochism, Author: gl0771, Rating: 82.4, Source: sexstories.com

The next morning, I woke to the smell of coffee. I looked at the clock next to my bed. It read 5:03. I reached over and shut it off before stretching, feeling a pleasant ache in my muscles. I got up, slipped on a pair of gym shorts, and went to the kitchen, where I smiled at the sight before my eyes. Tanya was standing at the bar separating the kitchen from the living room. She had a cup of coffee, and she was leaning on her elbows, chin in hand, reading the morning paper. She had on the same short robe from the day before, and I could clearly see that there was nothing underneath. I cleared my throat, and her head snapped up. She barely caught herself before her eyes caught mine, and they flashed toward my right shoulder. Damn! I could have used a little punishment before work. "Good morning," I said. "Good morning, Sir," she answered. "Would you like some coffee?" "Not right now, thank you," I said, running my eyes down her body. I could see that the aftercare I had taught her the night before had reduced the redness and swelling of most of her welts, but there was still significant bruising from the cane. "How do you feel?" She gave me a small smile. "Good, Sir. Better than I thought I would." I stepped up behind her and released the tie of her robe. I pulled it off one shoulder and ran my finger roughly over an inch-long bruise along her shoulder blade. "Do these still hurt?" She flinched, but her voice was steady. "They ache more than hurt, Sir." "Hmm." I moved my hand ... around to her front and trailed a single finger down the middle of her chest until I reached her clit. I pinched it between my thumb and finger. "How about this?" She sucked in a breath and stiffened. "It hurts a little more, Sir." "Is that so?" I dragged my finger over her slit, which was already starting to get wet. She tensed as I continued over her taint until I reached her hole, and she whimpered. Without warning, I thrust my finger in, causing her to cry out and buck her hips toward the bar. I wrapped my free hand around her and held her still. "You wouldn't be trying to get away from me, would you?" "No, Sir," she said with a gasp as I circled my finger. "It just hurts." "Did you do as I told you last night?" I continued stretching her out, and she whimpered again. "Yes, Sir. I used the ointment, but it still hurts." "Good girl." I pulled my finger out, and let her go. She slumped against the bar and tried to breathe normally, but I heard her catch her breath twice. "I'm going to work out. Do you have to work today?" I knew from our talk after our session that she was an architect at a major firm in Manhattan. "Yes, Sir. From seven until three." I grinned as I thought about how she was going to get through the day especially since she probably couldn't sit down yet. "Fine," I said. "We can take the train together if you'd like." She turned around and gave me a smile, her eyes on my mouth. "I'd like that, Sir, thank you." I turned and walked out without another word. I ...