Lead up to next week.

We left shortly after that. Mark made sure that Mistress and Master John bot had my contact details so we could keep in touch and planned another adventure on Friday. The drive home was quiet, but partway there I noticed Mark had another erection I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, gently stroking it as he drove.

When we got home he didn’t bother zipping up, just parked in the driveway and more or less dragged me inside. Before long he had his cock buried in my soppy cunt, his cock pushing John’s cum around as he pounded me hard. As he fucked me we had a panting conversation, “You know he is going to hurt you more?” He asked between thrusts.

“Yes,” I gasped back, “he plans to cut me open and fuck my guts,” Mark groaned. “That wasn’t what made you cum all over the rug?”

He shook his head, and slowed, “Sam said that John wanted to do some fucked up shit to you, but didn’t give me the details. But she did tell me that if you said yes then there is something she would like to do with me.”

I rolled him over and started to ride him still only wearing my trench coat and heels. “Yes?” I urged him.

He reached up and started playing with my tits none too gently, it hurt in such a good way. “She has a **** fetish,” he began. “She wants me to be brutal, she wants me to hurt her bad.” I could feel his cock throb and realised that he wanted to do this with me but had never asked. “She’s got some equipment to keep track of vitals.” I leant forward and started to slide up the length of his body like he likes.” Oh yes. As long as her vitals are outside of the safe area, and not in the critical area, she will let me do whatever I want.”

I moaned, I knew some of Mark’s proclivities, that could be a lot. “She wants to try the first time with me, to slit her wrists in the bathtub, and fuck her however I like until the alarm sounds.”

I leant into his ear, “But you want her on top and to slit her throat.” That was it for Mark, he came in my cunt screaming as his eyes rolled back.

It took several minutes before he seemed able to talk again, “She says she can do that, but will need to teach me, how, to slit her throat so she bleeds a lot but can be saved.”

I kissed him on the lips, “So all those horribly kinky things she want’s you to do,” he nodded. “You looking forward to stabbing her?” I asked, he nodded again. “Burning her?”

“While John defiles you, I get to play snuff film with Sam.”

I sighed, “Well, maybe in the future, you can do that with me too,” I told him.

He groaned and I felt him cum again and I smiled, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said before he fell asleep. I didn’t bother moving, I just stayed there and fell asleep on top of him, his cock twitching every once in a while with his dreams.

(I have been asked to add a disclosure. This is fiction, don't try this)