He decides to deal with Vanessa

After she left, Frank had coffee and thought about possibilities and options, a grin flickering over his face from time to time. Having made a decision he made a shopping trip to buy some essentials, dropping the items off at his warehouse before returning home.

He made a light lunch and texted Vanessa.

"Time for punishment. Meet me in the northwest corner of the mall parking lot. One hour."

The reply was almost instantaneous, as if she'd been waiting for it.

"Yes! I'm such a bad wife!"

An hour later Vanessa pulled her sports car into a parking space and got out, looking around anxiously. She was dressed in a tight white top and jean shorts, with high white socks, and looked utterly delicious. Frank flicked his lights and she smiled and waved, scampering over to his vehicle and climbing in.

"I'm so ready! I've been touching myself all the way here! What are you going to do?"

Frank didn't answer, just looked at her with cold disdain, making her shiver with anticipation. She bit her lip and squirmed in the seat as he looked at her, then gave a little squeak of surprise as he grabbed her and zip-tied her wrists together before pulling a hood over her head and forcing her into the back pushing her down on the floor.

She made whimpering noises as he drove to his warehouse, opening the bay door and driving inside, closing and locking it before dragging Vanessa out of the vehicle. He cut the straps off her wrists and pulled the bag off her head, wrenching her shorts down before forcing her to her knees. Her eyes flickered around the warehouse, widening with excitement.

"Wha...what are you going to...." her question was cut off by Frank thrusting his cock into her mouth, holding her hair and fucking her pretty face.

She looked up at him in utter submission, sucking desperately at him as she reached one hand into her panties, frantically fingering herself.