A very long night (Melody's POV)

Melody was in a daze as she pulled into Greg's driveway. He had a two car garage and had instructed her as they left the tattoo parlor to park inside so her car would be safe for the night. She let him park first and then pulled into the open spot. As she got out of her car, the doors of the garage began to close shut behind her. This was it. She was now in the lion's den. From the outside, she had been able to see that Greg's house was two stories like the one she shared with Griffin, but appeared to be larger. The garage was attached to the house and a door on the right wall led into a rather spacious laundry room. to her right were the washer and dryer, but left was a large ironing board and bench for folding cloths. He had a basket sitting on the counter with what looked like some dirty cloths he hadn't gotten around to washing yet.

Greg came up behind her and gave her a slight swat on the ass and growled in her ear to keep going. She moaned softly and proceeded through the laundry room and into what looked to be a den or living room. On the wall by the door leading from the laundry room was a 70 inch tv, facing a couch with a pullout bed. The left wall had a door that opened into a fenced in back yard, but to her right there was an open space leading to a dining room. She could see a door on the left wall of the dining room that she assumed went to a kitchen. On the wall opposite of her was a door leading into a hallway, where she could see a few more doors and a stairway. Then she noticed the cameras. There were four in total in the den area, all attached to the ceiling in what could e called the corners of the room and pointed towards the couch. Then there was another pointed towards the dining room table.

"Why so many cameras," she asked, already suspecting the answer.

"I have them linked to a computer in the basement where I can edit and put together videos of my time with the subs I bring here. They are the best cameras that money can buy and have built in mics with amazing sound quality."

"O-oh... I didn't expect that."

"You are mine now, and I want to enjoy showing off on Fetlife." This statement, the clear ownership of her even as a woman in a relationship, caused her to shiver with excitement. Her body needed this.

Greg seemed to pick up on this need, wrapping his arms around her from behind and pulling her to him. He brought his lips to the side of her neck and kissed his way up to her ear. She felt herself melting in his arms as he took her earlobe into his mouth and began to tease it with his tongue. He was playing her body like a pro and hadn't even gotten her naked yet.

"Sit on the couch. I will need a few minutes."

"Yes Sir," she moaned as he released his hold on her. She moved to the couch and watched as he disappeared into the hall. She heard a door open, followed by footsteps heading downwards. She sat looking around the room, wondering what he plans he had made for her that night. She happened to glance up at the cameras again, when she noticed a red light blink on. Then on another. Within moments, the four cameras that she could see were all on and recording. She bet that if he had cameras in other rooms, they would be on as well. less than a minute later, she heard the footsteps and door open and close again, then Greg was once more in the room.

She was going to stand, maybe say something, but he didn't give her an opportunity. As he reached her, his hand went to hear hair and grabbed. He jerked her head up to look at him and she could see the lust burning in his eyes. He barked an order and she complied, not even wanting to disobey. Her hands fumbled with his belt and quickly had his pants falling to the floor. His cock was already hard and ready, and whether she was or not no longer mattered. He gripped her face with both hands and shoved his cock between her willing lips, fucking her mouth hard and deep. The rooms filled with the sounds of Melody gagging and moaning on his big cock as he used her for his pleasure. Ten minutes into the roughest face fuck of her life, he jerked her off of him just as roughly and threw her onto her back. She squealed as he began pulling the cloths from her body until she was completely naked before him.

He admired her naked form as he slowly stripped off his shirt and kicked off his socks and shoes, joining in the naked glory of the night to come. She was his completely, looking up at him with adoring eyes as he ran his right hand up and down her shaved pussy. She didn't expect the slap, but it came none the less. She cried out and he slapped her pussy a second time before ramming two fingers into her. She was so wet that there was no resistance. Instead there was a wet squelch as he fucked her fast and hard with his fingers.

"Who does this pussy belong to," he asked in that commanding voice that made her turn into a sloppy mess every time she heard it.

"Y-yours Sir!"

"You want me to fuck you slut? To use you as my little fuck toy?"

"Oooh fuuuuuck yes Sir!!!"

He withdrew his fingers and hiked her legs up over his shoulders. Melody's eyes went wide as he pressed at her entrance. She barely heard her own whispered "Please" before he slammed balls deep into her. Melody threw her head back and cried out in passionate surrender as her Bull began to fuck her with long hard strokes that shook her whole body each time he slammed into her. Her climax built up quickly and crashed over her like a tidal wave. It seemed to last forever, but she soon realized it was actually just that he was making her cum in quick succession over and over. Three, then four in a row as he fucked her with the stamina of a beast. Then his hands were on her, flipping her onto her belly with her legs spread as much as the couch would allow.

He thrust back into her again, but this time it was accompanied by his right hand raining hard smacks down on her ass. First on the left cheek, then on the right. Her moans had become nearly incoherent babbling about how good his cock felt inside of her. He grabbed her hips and pressed his weight down on her as he jack hammered his full length into her before bellowing his orgasm at the top of his lungs. Warm seed filled her womb and she had one last shuddering climax on his cock before blacking out.

She awoke in a large shower with hot water pouring onto her from the faucet. Greg had her in his lap and was pressing his cock into her pussy again. She barely registered that this shower was massive and had a large bench that was allowing them to sit and enjoy the water as she began slowly fucking him. Her lips found his and her tongue danced with his to the slow rhythm of her grinding hips. This truly felt like heaven. It was slow and almost loving as they eventually came together, but the rocking of her hips didn't stop for quite some time after.

How many times had she cum? She hadn't kept track after the couch. Now she was on her back on the dining room table. They had stopped to make dinner. Well, he had stopped. She had sucked his cock while he cooked. He had cum down her throat mid way and she had licked him clean. Dinner was hastily eaten before the plates were swept off the table and he was fucking her again. She hoped he didn't mind how much of her juices were now smeared across the well polished top as she came once more.

They were supposed to be in his bed, but had gotten distracted making out in the hall after climbing the stairs. Now her back was against the wall and her legs around his waist as he slammed into her roughly. Her voice had gotten hoarse from screaming in pleasure and her pussy was sore. She had never been used so thoroughly. How did he have this much stamina? Had he popped a pill or something in that damn basement. Then there were the cameras. The bathroom, the kitchen, and even here in the hall. She was being filmed at every turn as he filled her pussy over and over with cum.

It was 3 A.M. and he was fucking her from behind. They had made it to the bedroom a few hours ago and had not stopped longer than half an hour to rest. She was covered in a sheen of sweat and felt like her legs were going to give out at any moment. Even still, she begged him to fuck her harder. She never wanted this pleasure to stop....

5 A.M. Her head finally hit the pillow and he ordered her to sleep. He really didn't have to make in an order. That made her want to fuck more. But... She was tired. Everything around her was fading. She felt him lay behind her and his arms wrap around her. His broad chest against her back and that now soft but magnificent cock against her ass. She tried to grind against it but had no strength. It was then that sleep took hold and she lost consciousness.