bedroom

As I lay in my marital bed that night, I couldn't stop thinking about Brad. I tried to push his image out of my mind, but his face kept appearing before me, taunting me with his hunger and dominance. I felt guilty and ashamed for what had happened earlier, but at the same time, I couldn't deny the intense pleasure I had felt with him.

Suddenly, I heard the bedroom door open and close, and I felt a strong hand grab my waist. It was Brad. He had followed me home, and I knew I was in trouble again.

"Did you miss me, Sarah?" he whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

I tried to push him away, but his grip was too strong. "Please, Brad, leave me alone. I can't do this."

"Can't do what?" he growled, pushing me onto my stomach and grabbing my ass.

I gasped as he pulled down my panties, exposing my bare flesh to his gaze. He started to spank me hard, making me squeal in pain and pleasure. I felt my body responding to his touch, and I knew I was lost.

Brad continued to spank me, each blow making me squeal louder and louder. He loved the sound of my feminine squeals, as it reminded him that he had conquered the commanding officer’s hot wife. He made me submit to him, and I couldn't resist his dominance.

"Who's in charge here, Sarah?" he demanded, as he continued to spank me.

"You are, Brad," I gasped, my voice thick with desire.

"That's right. You belong to me now, Sarah. You're mine to do with as I please."

I couldn't deny the truth of his words. I was his now, completely and utterly. He had taken me and made me his own, and I couldn't resist his dark allure any longer.

Brad pushed me onto my hands and knees, and I knew what was coming next. He entered me from behind, taking me in doggy style and spanking me hard to make me squeal. I could feel his powerful thrusts, each one sending me closer and closer to the edge.

"You like that, Sarah? You like being my little slut?" he grunted, as he continued to pound me relentlessly.

"Yes, Brad, I do," I moaned, my voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies slapping together.

"Good girl. You're so wet and tight. You love my big cock, don't you?"

I couldn't deny it. I loved the way he filled me up, the way he made me feel like a dirty little whore. I wanted him to keep going, to take me harder and rougher, until I couldn't take it anymore.

Brad pulled my hair back and spanked me harder, making me scream in pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew I was about to come.

"Please, Brad, I'm going to come," I gasped, my body shaking with pleasure.

"Come for me, Sarah. Let me hear you scream."

I let out a loud scream as I felt my orgasm wash over me, my juices flowing over Brad's cock. He continued to thrust into me, taking me higher and higher until he finally came, filling me with his hot seed.

As we lay there, panting and sweating, I knew that I had crossed a line I could never come back from. I had given myself over to Brad completely, and I knew that there was no going back. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the intense pleasure and excitement I felt whenever I was with him.