You wake up the next day

Consciousness comes to you slowly as you open your eyes. The distinct amber light of the morning sun streams unimpeded into the room you now occupy. You feel a weight on top of you and you open your eyes fully to find a mess of red hair splayed across your chest.

That’s right, you’d taken ownership of Kelly O’Brien the previous day and she’d pledged to serve your every whim without hesitation or regret. The two of you had fucked like animals the previous night in front of her son; your best friend and the boy had paid you for the privilege of witnessing it. The sheer wrongness of what you’d done is arousing to the **** and you feel your cock stiffen, stretching the delicate grip of the smooth feminine hand that had migrated down there during the night.

This is everything you’ve ever wanted. Even now you can feel Kelly’s massive breasts squished outward beneath her across your bare chest. She’s yours absolutely; you are the only man that matters in her life now. Not her husband, not her son, or anyone else. The thought of so severely reshaping a person’s loyalties stirs something within you and you hunger to witness its results again. To see other women taken away from their men and made to serve you just like Kelly.

You grin as you recall the extended rutting the two of you had gotten up to in Kelly’s wedding bed, trying out whatever position struck your fancy. You had no idea sex would feel that good.

“Andrew, Kelly, I’m home!” a stern, masculine voice calls out from downstairs and you subconsciously tense up when you recognize the voice as belonging to Andrew's father, Samuel O’Brien, former Marine and resident hardass who would totally **** you if he saw you with Kelly if not for your newfound ability.

“Mrrp,” Kelly blinks her pretty green eyes awake and smiles at you. “Hm… You’re a really comfortable pillow. So warm and protective. A woman could get used to this.”

“Your husband just got home and you’re more concerned with using me as a body pillow. Such a bad girl,” you tease as you cup the side of her face with your hand. She nuzzles into your touch lovingly.

“But I’m your bad girl,” she whispers. Her grip tightens around your burgeoning erection.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, Kelly. I had a crush on you for the longest time, did you know that?”

“No,” she replies, her voice sounding a touch regretful. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize that you owned me before. If I did, maybe that crush would have become something more much earlier. I’m sorry about that, Ryan. I hope you can forgive me.”

You grin at her. “Hey, I don’t mind. That just means you’ll have to try extra hard to please me to make up for lost time.”

She arches her back, very deliberately causing her enormous tits to rise close to your face for your viewing pleasure. She gives them a small shake and your eyes follow their jiggling movements hungrily.

“Tsk. Tsk. Whatever can I do to prove I’m trying to make my owner extra happy?”

It’s at that moment that the door to the master bedroom opens revealing a formally dressed Samuel O’Brien. Even in his black suit and tie, the man cuts an intimidating combination of height and dense musculature, standing well above six feet tall. He actually has to duck his head slightly to make it through the doorframe.

“Kelly, I’m-” he pauses when his ice-blue eyes meet yours. He glances back at his wife. “Kelly, what the hell is going on here? Why… why are you in bed with our son’s friend!?”

He clenches his fists and stomps over to the bed, a dark rage thundering in his eyes like a hurricane.

“Sam, please calm down. You’re disturbing my master,” Kelly says nonchalantly, as if there were nothing strange with lying naked with her son’s best friend in her marital bed. She raises her right arm for her husband to see. “I’m Ryan’s property, so he can do whatever he wants to me.”

“What?” the man croaks stupidly. He seizes his wife’s arm to get a better look at the writing, causing her to wince slightly in pain. A sharp feeling of possessiveness grips you and you narrow your eyes at the man for daring to touch your woman that way.

“Oh, I see,” Mr. O’Brien says, releasing Kelly’s arm. He addresses you. “I’m so sorry about the way I acted earlier, Ryan. I should have realized that my wife belonged to you.”

“Yes, you really should have. Don’t touch her again without my permission,” you say flatly.

“Um, sorry about that,” the red-haired man pauses, seemingly unsure of what to say.

“That’s fine, Mr. O’Brien,” you say. “Just understand that she’s mine to use in any way I want.”

You demonstrate your point by groping Kelly’s big, soft breasts openly for her husband to see. Kelly arches her back further, allowing you easier access. She lets out a whimper of “Yes, Ryan. More.”

“I-I see,” he furrows his brows angrily at you for having your way with his wife and at her seemingly eager response, but he does nothing beyond glaring at the two of you. “Kelly, how did this happen? When?”

Kelly groans throatily when you tweak one of her hard pink nipples. “Ahn… I only realized yesterday, but it feels like I’ve always belonged to him. Like I was born to serve Ryan as his fuckslave, full-time assistant, and servant. He fucked me so hard last night, you should have seen it! He stretched me so much.”

She bites her lip as she reminisces about how you blew her world away sexually.

“Did he really?” Samuel asks, his voice taking on a more resigned tone, most likely aware of what the answer to his question would be.

“Oh, yes he did. His cock is much bigger than yours, so he reached parts of me I didn’t even know existed. My pussy has become nothing but a sheathe to hold his cock when he wants it; that’s what he’s done to me. Ah… I hope he does the same thing to my other hole soon.”

“Uh, that’s nice,” Sam mutters back. The grimace on his face tells you that he doesn’t believe that in the least. “I wish you’d have let me know you were into anal before Ryan stopped letting me touch you.”

“I’m glad I didn’t,” Kelly says, smiling as her hand gives your erect cock a brief tug. “It means I still have a virgin hole to give to my owner and my owner alone.”

“Wonderful,” he deadpans. “Look, I’ve had a long flight. Can you two at least move off the bed so I can sleep?”

Kelly looks as if she’s about to deny him when you silence her with a look.

“It’s okay, Kelly. The whole world is our oyster, now. What’s one bed in the scheme of things?” you grin at the almost worshipful smile the gorgeous older woman gives you and you slip out from under her and step out of the bed. She follows you, breasts swaying and jiggling. You pull her to you, mashing those huge tits against your chest as you reach around to grope her thick rear. She moans and gazes up at you through half-lidded eyes, ready for anything you might do to her.

“Come on, let’s go get breakfast and see what sort of trouble we can get into this Sunday.”