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Saturday night - Jack meets Bryson's wife

Jack was enjoying the conversation with a group of friends when one of the wait staff, informed him that Bryson Harper and his wife had arrived. Looking over to the couple, he saw Bryson and his wife drinking champagne. He chuckled at some comment from a woman in the group but he didn't hear it. His attention was on Bryson and the woman he was sharing a drink with. Her back was to him and the satin dress caught his eye. Her ass was well defined by the tight confines of the dress and if her front looked half as good as her backside, all the well better.

He had already talked to some of the investors and they agreed to meet with Bryson and see what he had to offer. His plan was to have Bryson work for them at a minimum scale to pay off his debt. When he told them of his plan and he was a gambler, they all laughed. They knew the kind. Someone who always thinks the next big score is coming. And while they win big sometimes, they can never give up the addiction. If they win once, why not again and again. It is a vicious cycle.

Excusing himself, Jack started to make his way to the couple. Every few feet he was stopped by some well meaning guest and he made it a point to shake their hand and thank them for coming. As he approached Bryson and his wife, he saw her turn her head as Bryson snapped to attention. 'WHAT THE FUCK,' screamed in his brain. 'It's the woman from Thursday night.'

The surprise of seeing the gorgeous woman from Mulligan's put a halt in his advance for a half-second. What it really her? Was Bryson married to the woman he fucked a couple nights back? He could see her halting expression too. She was taking in his physique just as he was doing to her. Her ruby lips parted in surprise. It was those lips that captivated him two nights back when they wrapped around his cock and sucked him into her throat. A million thoughts scrambled around in his brain within that milli-second.

Catching himself, he smiled and walked toward the couple. What a surprise …… what an absolute fucking surprise, he repeated as he closed the distance between them. He thought he would never see her again, putting their tryst down as a one-night stand. But here she was in the flesh and what a sight. The dress accentuated all the right curves and he couldn't take his eyes off her bulging breasts.

Bryson's words barely registered in his brain. His thoughts were consumed by the woman he bedded. He put on a bright smile, ready to meet Lynn Harper. When Bryson introduced her as Brie, he was taken back a moment. Did she have a twin sister? He was sure this was the woman just from the way her eyes canvassed his body. No there was no mistaking her.

And then she spoke. It was that lovely melodic voice that moaned his name the other night. The tone was matter of fact and he could tell she was trying hard not to expose herself.

Ripping his eyes from Lynn or Brie, whoever the hell she was calling herself, he turned to Bryson. "Thank you Bryson." He ignored the comment about his place being grand. "I'm so glad you and your lovely wife were able to make it." He made an obvious wink to Bryson. "You definitely got the pick of the litter," he said motioning to Brie or Lynn. Bryson blushed at the comment and smiled at his wife.

Jack turned his total attention to the brunette, taking her small hand in his large one. Her handshake was polite enough but Jack held tighter when she tried to pull it back. He put his other hand on top of hers, giving her a bright toothy smile. She knew that he knew and he could see the fear in her eyes that he was going to expose her.

Patting her hand lightly, he stared into her deep brown eyes and responded, "Bryson you never told me you had such a beautiful wife. It's a shame you keep her under lock and key. In the future we should see more of her." She was uncomfortable and when her hand again tried to pull away, his grip tightened.

"Brie. What a pretty name. I would have pegged you to have a name like Lynn or something like that." He was baiting her, playing with fire but he had a pretty good idea she was not going to say anything about the other night. At least not in public.

"Yes Brie (emphasizing her name). I'm so happy with the work your husband is doing. He is an exceptional architect and I have some business associates who would like to meet him." He patted her hand again. "And I'm sorry to hear he has been working hard and probably neglecting you." The expression on her face told him she was uncomfortable with this kind of talk.

Jack was enjoy throwing little zingers at Brie or Lynn. She was in no position to argue with him and he was sure Bryson didn't know about her late night activities just as she probably didn't know about his. He was in the driver seat with these two people and he planned to exhort them.

Releasing her hand, Jack leaned forward, taking her in his arms as a welcoming gesture. He kissed her cheek and whispered, "I'm so glad you're here." To anyone standing nearby, it was just a friendly gesture on the part of the host. But Jack felt her body tense up and he smiled. With this turn of events, he had to rethink his strategy for Bryson and now for his wife. She was not going to get up and leave him ever again.

"Brie. I'm afraid I have to steal your husband for a little while. I have some business associates that are anxious to meet him. This could be his lucky day."

Turning to two pretty wait staff that looked like they stepped out of a modeling magazine. "Trisha and Jasmine, this is Brie Harper. Would you escort her to Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Goldstein and introduce her." Turning to Brie, he gave her a cocky smile. "They are married to some very rich investors and I need to have your husband talk shop for a little bit. I hope you don't mind."

It didn't matte what she thought, Jack was already formulating a new plan for them. His original idea was to have Bryson give free architectural services but now he was rethinking his strategy. Bryson was deeply in debt and he was sure his lovely wife didn't know how much. Why not put him into business and he could control their assets and profits, making sure Bryson never fully paid off his debt. One thing was for sure, Bryson was a habitual gambler and would never give it up. He was a womanizer and he would never give it up. As for his pretty wife, Brie or Lynn, she would be his to do with as he wished and he had a feeling she would enjoy it.

Turning to Bryson, he grabbed his arm. "let's not keep your new business partners waiting." Jack was going to make sure Bryson was so fucking busy, he would have time for his wife. But he would and it would start tonight.
 
Brie was sweating bullets.

Jack remembered her. His comments were sharp and pointed. The way he made light of her name or put emphasis on the burner she’d given him Thursday night was uncomfortable. Bryson reacted in surprise but knew that there was no way Jack Muldoon had ever met his wife. He must just have a big enough knack for people that he had a good grasp on that strange quality where he could determine who somebody looked like.

And then when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her cheek, pressing his body against her, Brie was forcefully thrown back to that night where his body wreaked havoc on hers and drove her to new heights of pleasure. She wasn’t able to forget that.

While Bryson was chatting with potential investors, Brie was forced to mingle with a few of their wives. She found that they were all stuffy, prim and proper and Brie was bored out of her mind. She endured for a while, more than long enough to be considered polite, wowing the women with jokes and tales woven from books she’d read on high society before she excused herself to find a washroom. Brie had no intent on doing so, more looking to escape onto the balcony for some air with her fourth glass of bubbly tonight.

She heaved a sigh of relief once she was out of the grip of those harpies and leaned against the heavy marble railing dividing the deck from the gardens and pool.

It was quiet out here. Brie could finally breathe and have a moment to herself. She stayed there for another ten minutes or so until the call of her bladder really did draw her farther into the house. She wandered about long hallways looking for the washroom but became distracted once she stumbled into what must have been Jack’s office. The trophies and plaques, accolades and hunting trophies decorated much of the darkened interior, lit only by moonlight shining in through the large bay windows. In the centre of the room was a heavy wooden desk that was big enough for Brie to lay down on it’s surface with her arms extended above her head and still not be able to touch either edge.

For one traitorous moment, Brie’s mind wandered back to Thursday night again. She wondered what it would be like for Jack to flip her dress up over her ass and discover that Brie wore no panties underneath. She wondered what it would be like for him to punch his cock into her once more over the solid surface of this desk.

And it turned out that this office had an attached bathroom! How convenient. Brie was just finishing up when she heard the door click shut in the main room. She dried her hands and stepped back out into the now lit up office and spied Jack standing in front of the massive window in the back of the room behind the desk with his hands in his pockets. His back was to her.

Brie froze.

This encounter amped up her anxiety even further. She was hoping to avoid it, but it seemed as though Jack was going to become a staple in their lives so this conversation was going to happen whether she liked it or not.

She swallowed her nerves.

“I’m sorry - I couldn’t find the washroom. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy, Jack. I’ll get out of your hair now, don’t worry. Hopefully your night has been well so far. I know Bryson can be hard on the head at times,” she said, turning towards the door. Jack’s back was still to her so she hoped that she could make her escape without too much fuss.

“Thanks for having us, Jack. Goodnight.”

It was definitive. It told him that Brie expected no nonsense and did not want to dredge up the past. Her heels clicked over the hardwood as she made her way towards the hallway.
 
Saturday night - Jack catches Brie in his private study

Jack took Bryson into a large room where a number of men and women standing around talking and drinking. He introduced Bryson to each person telling him who they were and how important they were to their business and the community. After all the introductions were made, he told Bryson to show them his drawings for the Kane Casino Additions. Bryson was surprised to find his drawings since he had left them at the front door with the doorman.

As Bryson droned on about the addition and highlighted the architectural features that were sure to wow the public, Jack thought about Brie or Lynn. Was she just out for a night on the town? He knew where Bryson was and the woman he was fucking was one of the wait staff. 'Maybe I should get them together with his wife,' he thought.

The men and women were impressed with Bryson's work and began to ask him questions about his theory's on different types of structures. It was clear, from the tone, this meeting would last for another hour or so. Bryson was in his element, talking to potential clients, excited to discuss any and all questions. This was working out just the way he hoped. Bryson clearly was impressive.

Excusing himself, Jack told them he would be back in a while. Leaving the crowd room, he walked to the patio area looking for Brie. She was no where to be found and one of the women, told him she needed a restroom. Jack checked the house and didn't find Brie so he decided to go to his study. Walking into to the darkened room, he saw a light on under the restroom door and smiled. That light was off earlier in the evening and he guessed Brie was in there. Not only did she leave him without so much as a good-bye or note, she was now invading her private space.

Jack was patient. She had to come out that door and then they would be face to face again. Standing at the window, looking at the activity on the patio, he waited patiently for whatever her name was to enter. When she did, he didn't bother to turn around as she tried to make excuses as to why she was in his private domain.

Smirking at the window pane, he knew what he had to do and he was going to enjoy it. Whether she liked it or not, didn't matter. She was making her excuse sound mundane as if nothing had happened between them. But it had and he was not about to just let her walk out the door. Hearing the sound of her heels on the hardwood floor, he gaged her location and before she got to the door, he called out in a rough demanding voice, "STOP."

Turning, he smiled seeing her stop dead in her tracks. He gazed at her cute ass in the tight dress as he walked across the room. Grabbing her shoulders, he squeezed them. "You're not leaving this room until I tell you." Her body tightened at the sound of his tone and a small gasp escaped her mouth. Reaching around her neck, his large hand grasped her neck and squeezed as his lips nestled near her ear.

"So you think you can just waltz into my private room, use my private restroom, and then walk out as if nothing happened the other night." His eyes cast downward, seeing her breasts heaving and seemingly ready to break out of the satin dress. "You're not going anywhere for awhile. Your hubby is selling his ideas to my friends and from the tone of the conversations, it will be at least another hour."

He released her neck, spinning her around to face him. The fear in her eyes was real but he didn't care. "What's wrong Lynn or Brie or whatever the fuck your name is? The other night you came onto me like a bitch in heat. Do you like tease men in a bar, fuck them and then run away? Didn't you like the taste and feel of my cock the other night? What were you afraid of that made you run away without so much as a good-bye? Maybe you need a refresher course bitch," he said sarcastically. Each word he spoke only increased his anger.

Jack grabbed her hair, whipping her head back and then he kissed her hard. Her red ruby lips felt so good and as she tried to move away, he held her tightly. She was no match for his strength and even though she was resisting her body felt so good squirming against him. The more she resisted, trying to separate his lips from his, and the more she fought, the harder he pressed against her.

When he broke the kiss, his hand clamped over her mouth to stop any attempt to scream. "Let's get one thing straight. I own your husband and he is deeply in debt. I figure that if he owes me, you can be part of the deal. But here is our deal. If you tell your husband of our affair or question him about his debt, he will dead. As long as he is indebted to me, you belong to me too." His cock was growing thicker thinking of the sex they would have. He was sure she liked it rougher than her husband gave her but that remained to be tested.

He took a deep breath. "And if you scream when I remove my hand, you and your husband are done and I mean like dead done." He let his words sink in, letting her know that he was in control and she may never leave this place alive.

"Now bitch we need to resume what we started the other night. Now get on your fucking knees and fish out your toy. He missed youor sweet fucking cunt of a mouth. I know you liked it so much the other night before you ran away like a scared rabbit."

Jack removed his hand from her mouth and waited to see what Brie would do. Would she scream or would she drop to her knees?
 
Brie struggled against him but she was no match. Whimpering and squirming, Brie finally had to admit defeat. That point was only hammered home when he threatened to kill both her and Bryson. She froze in his grip, eyes widening and sound halting in her throat due to the pure horror she felt.

She wouldn’t put it past him. She didn’t know Jack Muldoon, but their sex the other night revealed he had a taste for things a bit... rougher. She didn’t doubt for one moment that he would do anything to silence her.

But to have an affair with him? That was never the deal. They were only supposed to have that one night and then never see each other again. Brie had the worst luck.

Maybe if she appeased him for now she could get them out of this mess. She didn’t know how much she believed that, either, but she couldn’t lose hope.

Now, looking into his eyes as he kissed her forecefully and dug large fingertips into her scalp, Brie knew she wasn’t going anywhere regardless. She flickered big brown eyes up to meet his and read the pure intensity there. Jack was fixated on her face watching for any signs of her trying to bolt, most likely, but Brie slowly knelt, bending one knee and then the other until they rested on the cold hardwood. She was directly at eye level with the tent in Jack’s pants at this angle.

Even though she knew she had no choice but to suck him off, Brie was going to let her discomfort be known.

“Brie. My name is Brie. We had sex. So what if it was good? I’m also in love with my husband. We had a tiny disagreement but life moves on. I owe you nothing, Jack. I never planned on anything more than a one-night stand. I didn’t lead you on or make you believe it was more than it was. Actually, even then I was pretty clearly attached. I’ll blow you but you don’t get to threaten Bryson like you’re king shit; no project is worth that,” she declared haughtily, picking at his belt buckle and undoing his slacks just enough that she could get a hand around his already engorged cock.

This sicko probably got off on hurting people after all.

The faster she got this done the better.

Brie fought her sour expression as she revealed his penis and took it in. It was swollen and angry purple, veins pulsating and cock bouncing with excitement. There was even precum already beading at the tip.

Brie touched her tongue to that translucent pearl and lapped it up.

Now, she worked.
 
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Saturday Night - Jack loves Brie's sucking and then forces her over his desk

Jack smirked when Brie knelt in front of him, telling him her real name and how their sex was good. At least she admitted she liked it on the rough side. Did her husband treat like Jack did? He doubted it.

And when she mentioned she and Bryson had a tiny disagreement, his smirk turned to a laugh. Couple's don't go out looking for sex if they have a "tiny" disagreement. No, there is something deeper happening in her and Bryson's relationship and he thought of her comment about spending all his time on the Kane Project. There is a wider rift going on between them.

And yes she didn't lead him on about continuing anything other than a one-night stand. And it was true she didn't owe Jack anything but her husband did and as far as Jack was concerned she was now. And now she was telling him she would blow him as his fingers gripped her hair while she fished his cock from his trousers. He thought it was comical for her to tell him he couldn't threaten Bryson.

He let out a groan of appreciation when her lips enclosed around the purplish head. "I'll threaten Bryson anytime I want and that includes you Ms. smarty pants." Shoving his cock into her mouth, he remembered her talent for sucking and closed his eyes for a moment. The feel of her lips tightened and retracting caused his cock to throb. Oh she was good.

When he opened his eyes, she was sucking hard, her eyes trained straight up his torso with a defiant look smattered in them. Who was she to say what he could do in his house? Grabbing her hair tightly in his fist, he began to rock back and forth, enjoying the feel of her mouth getting him rock hard.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about your hubby but I'm sure you'll find out soon enough. Ummm that's the way to suck baby. Get me all nice and hard." His voice trailed off but he kept a steady gaze into her deep brown eyes. What would she do when she found out just how far in debt Bryson was to Jack? It didn't matter to Jack. He planned to exploit her physically and sexually.

"And as for no project being worth it, you are fucking wrong. It has everything to do with your husband." Her eyes were attentive even while her lips slid up and down his pole, her salvia mixing with his precum. The way her hands moved up and down in unison, squeezing and milking his shaft caused another shock to course through his body.

But beside the defiant glare, he saw something that he saw the other night. She had a hunger for this kind of sex even if she didn't know it or would admit it. She had a chance to respond to him, but she went about the task of giving him another great blow job. Pulling his cock from her mouth, he grinned at her, grabbing his cock. "You love this don't you slut? You love to suck cock, especially this cock." He rubbed the tip of it over her greedy lips seeing them open, wanting to feel it's hardness in her mouth.

Instead he teased her lips and then slapped the hard shaft against her cheek. "Well to tell you the truth cunt, my cock loves your mouth and pussy." He slapped one side a few more times and then slapped the opposite cheek before returning to her mouth. "A few more sucks should be good," he laughed seeing her eyes widened. She was not sure what he planned and he loved seeing her confusion.

A few more deep penetrations into her throat satisfied Jack. Pulling his cock out again, he watched a long string of salvia hang precariously from the tip and then fall to the floor. Pulling her hair, he announced in a gruff voice. "Get up slut we aren't done playing yet."

She let out a soft yelp and her facial crunched up into a wince as he pulled her hair hard. "Did you really think you were going to get off with just a blow job?" His loud chuckle seem to stun her for a moment. "I'll tell you when we're done and you can go back to your precious Bryson." Then as an afterthought he added, "Maybe he's having fun fucking one of my staff."

Her look told him she already suspected his infidelity. Her eyes roved over his face, trying to figure out if what he said was true. But Jack didn't press the issue. He wanted her think about her husband cheating just as she had the other night in the bar.

Brie grabbed his arms, trying to escape as he pulled her to the large oak desk and then shoving her over the edge. "Hmmm nice package," he murmured rubbing her buttocks with a free hand. The other hand held her down on the table and even though she struggled, he had a firm hold on her.

Lifting her dress, he let a laugh when he saw she wasn't wearing any panties. "My god woman. Have you no shame. Were you and Bryson planning to knock off a quickie in my house?" His large hand roamed over the curves of her ass, and then he slapped each cheek hard." Her body jerked and she let out a yelp but he ignored her surprise and hit each cheek a few more times. "We'll take care of this side some other time."

Positioning himself behind her, he ordered her to spread her legs. When she didn't do it, he slapped her ass hard, causing her grunt loudly. "You're not leaving her until we are done," he shouted, pushing his cock between her closed thighs. Then they spread and he smiled at her as she tried to look back at him. "That's the way my pretty slut," he said shoving his cock deep into her pussy with one well timed thrust. "I remember you baby," he moaned feeling her pussy swallow his cock.
 
Jack was being cruel tonight. He spoke of Bryson’s infidelity as though he was deciding which bistro sandwich to order - like it really didn’t matter at all. He was trying to get a rise out of her and it worked. Jack wanted Brie to abandon Bryson by the sounds of it.

And then he discovered she had no underwear on. Brie wanted to kick herself for thinking she would be fine without. In her defence, she hadn’t expected Jack Muldoon. But she also felt more comfortable without that fabric confining her. And the thought of a quickie with Bryson? Every single time they made love nowadays was a quickie. Brie didn’t even have time to really get into it before he was exploding inside her and rolling off, snoring loudly next to her ear.

Jack already knew their marriage wasn’t as happy as she let on: she’d cheated on her husband for fucks sakes! But she would still defend him if she had to (even if she was curious about this debt that Jack kept bringing up).

“Well, maybe he is fucking one of your whores but who am I to complain? I’m apparently just as much a conniving bitch as you’re making him out to be, fuck— ohhhhhh,” she moaned before continuining, “letting you fuck me just down the hall from my husband.”

Each thrust was powerful with one thought in mind: fucking her silly and filling her with cum. There was something about when a man wanted a woman so much that he couldn’t even be bothered to shed the rest of his clothes; just enough to get his dick out. Or maybe that was the risk of being caught...

Either way, her fingers curled around the far edge of the desk has they danced their own version of a quickie. Jack was relentless, one hand coiled into her hair and the other holding her by the hips to control her body a bit better, but he didn’t need to. Brie was pliant underneath him, body surrendering to the skilled way he used her and remembering the good times they’d had Thursday night.

Though she still had enough venom to mumble, “I’m not your anything, Jack Muldoon!”
 
Saturday night - Jack fills Brie's pussy in his study

The room was filling with the sweet fragrance of sex. Once Jack sent his weapon deep into Brie's cunt, he grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard. "You are a conniving cunt bitch and for that you should be punished." Slapping her ass hard brought a cry and he hit her again. "Cheating on your husband while he is in a room not very far away, trying to make a living." He slapped her ass hard again and instead of a cry he was sure he heard a moan while her ass wiggled against his hips.

Jack had to laugh at that thought of Bryson making this deal on his own. Yeah he would sell himself but Bryson Harper wouldn't be in that room if he hadn't seen some value in keeping him alive. With his debt sure to mount higher than the $175,000 because of his gambling addiction, Jack held all the cards even if his wife didn't know it. At least, not yet.

Each hard thrust brought more erotic sounds from Brie and it thrilled Jack to conquer her body. This was only the first step to conquer her mind as well and he was sure she was holding back her inner feelings. Maybe she was afraid of what might happen if she let her true feelings take control. When she grabbed the edge of his massive desk, he smiled seeing her resolve ebb just a little.

With one hand holding her hips and the other gripping her hair, Jack felt his orgasm coming on. Jack was trying to make this quickie last as long as he could, alternating hard vicious thrusts with short almost loving thrusts. It worked for a while and he sensed they had been fucking for about ten minutes. The thrill and excitement of taking Brie was overwhelming his senses. Normally he would pull out and change positions but not tonight. He wanted to make a statement that he was in control whether she liked it or not.

His voice was raspy and raw as his orgasm continued to build. “You may not be my anything now Brie Harper but you will be. I promise and I always keep my promises." With a large intake of air, his hips jackknifed against her luscious backside. Whether she wanted to resist or not, her pussy was all in for his thick piece of meat. He felt her vaginal muscles working overtime to milk his cock and it was working.

Suddenly, he pushed himself deep into cunt, his fingers digging into her hip and his hand pulling her head off the desk. "I'm going to fill your nasty cunt with so much cum, it will be leaking out when you're laying in bed with your husband." The first blast rocked him and he gasped, "You're mine now bitch whether you like it or not."

Jack pumped her pussy with a large amount of cum as his hips continued to rock against her ass. When the last explosion emptied his balls, he leaned over her body and kissed her neck. "Remember what I said." Then abruptly he stood and wiped his cock on the crack of her ass. He smiled at the tight anal opening, 'someday that will be mine too,' he thought but he didn't verbalize it.

Stuffing his cock back into his trousers, he looked at the woman he wanted to make his own. "Get yourself cleaned up and meet me and your hubby on the patio. And be quick about it." To make his point he slapped her ass hard, hearing her grunt.

Jack left her laying over the side of his desk and walked out of the room. He would check in on Bryson and then meet Brie on the patio. He had a smug smile as he walked toward the room where Bryson was lecturing the group on architectural features, etc. Would she tell her husband that Jack had his way with her?
 
Just as Brie had left him after their sex the other night, Jack finished filling her with sperm and did himself up again like nothing had ever happened.

But it had. He’d rocked her to her core with terrible promises and truths. Even though she didn’t really want to have a quick fuck in his office the sex had still been great. Jack made it sound like there would be lots more to come; as a matter of fact, Brie felt like he was wrapping a hand around her heart and squeezing tightly until she couldn’t help but acknowledge this man owned her.

Certainly her husband owed him lots of money. Certainly Jack planned to call in that debt however he chose. He just happened to choose her as his repayment.

Brie felt a sense of hopelessness. Maybe it really was time to divorce Bryson and remove herself from this situation for good. She thought about not meeting them on the patio but couldn’t help but fear what Jack might do to Bryson if she didn’t follow his demands.

Her rear stung and her pussy was absolutely dripping cum. It ran down her legs and she could feel the stickiness of it covering the swollen lips of her labia. With no panties, Brie couldn’t even contain it. She would have to clean herself very well in the attached washroom but she didn’t think Jack would appreciate that very much.

As she dabbed carefully at her tender twat with tissue, Brie frowned in consideration. She couldn’t say anything to Bryson. That would only hurt him even more and even potentially cause his hot temper to spurt off. With a man like Jack that would be signing his own death certificate.

No. Brie had to keep her mouth shut.

She righted her dress and huffed a sigh in the mirror. She could no longer dally, so she made her way to the large stone patio where both men were waiting. When she spotted Jack and Bryson standing together, Brie hurried over to her husband and pressed herself against his side, kissing his cheek in greeting. She ignored Jack.

“Hey baby. How did your proposals go?”
 
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Saturday night - Bryson and Jack meet Brie on the patio

The meeting between Bryson and the businessmen and businesswomen was a success. Jack talked to a few of them and they were all impressed with Bryson's knowledge and expertise. They assured Jack that it was a sure bet, Bryson would get a lot of new work from them. He walked with Bryson to the patio, not mentioning his dalliance with his wife. It would be interesting to see her interaction when she came face to face with him and her husband.

Jack and Bryson were sipping drinks on the patio when Brie approached them. They were casually discussing the projects Jack was pushing his way and but both men paused to watch her walk. Each man had different ideas and claims on the sexy brunette. Bryson had the wedding ring to show and he had a history with Brie. Jack on the other hand, had their finances in his hands and while he didn't have a history with Brie, he planned on starting one.

Bryson was excited when his wife sidled up to him and Jack noticed she avoided his gaze. Would she spill the beans and tell Bryson that Jack had just fucked her good? Probably better than she had in a long while.

After kissing his wife's cheek, he said excitedly, "Baby it was great. The group seemed to love my ideas and they talked about meeting to discuss how I can help them."

"From what I heard, he knocked it out of the ballpark," Jack interjected with a grin finding Brie trying to avoid his glances but found it impossible. He turned his attention to Brie. "A couple of the men are really interested in backing Bryson to start his own company. You should be really proud of your man. He is very special."

Bryson took Jack's comments as a great compliment but Jack saw the concern on Brie's face. He had predicted Bryson's success to her in his study. He barely heard her response that she was proud of him. It was clear to Jack, she had other things tearing at her mind and he was probably the main topic.

"Thank you so much Jack. I couldn't have done this without your help. I'm indebted to you for this opportunity.". Bryson stopped suddenly understanding the ominous tone of his words. He was already in debt to him but if this new venture worked out and with some luck at the gaming tables, he and Brie could be on easy street.

Turning his attention to Brie, he explained in excited tones how the meeting went and some of the ideas he was throwing out to the business leaders. Jack was amused at the animation Bryson was displaying. He was like a kid who got a new toy and couldn't wait to start playing with it. If he only knew Jack had a new toy and he too was excited to start playing more kinky game with her.

"I'm proud of you Bryson. I know your lovely wife Brie would concur," he said smiling sweetly at Brie. "Those people are not easy to please. They want you to meet with them at the Kane Casino tomorrow for lunch and talk to you about some of your ideas for the alterations."

Bryson hesitated and Jack saw Brie's eyes scan him and then turn to her husband. "I'll be there," he said before looking at his wife and remembering their deal to spend the entire day at home.

Jack smiled. "Hey I know it's Sunday but these men and women are very busy during the week. Hey I have an idea. Why don't you bring Brie along and I can entertain her while you meet with the investors?"

Jack saw the surprised look on Brie's face when Bryson blurted out, "That's a great idea Jack. We'll be there at noon."

"I'll take my leave now and let you two enjoy the rest of the evening," Jack said just as two men came up and asked Bryson if he had a moment. Bryson didn't hesitate turning to talk to the men. Jack snickered and sidled up to Brie. "You have a fun night and I hope you sleep well tonight and I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow." Then as an afterthought, he added, "And don't disappoint me by now showing up tomorrow. Your husband has a lot riding on these deals."

Jack looked at Bryson, immersed in conversations with two men. He leaned close to her ear, whispering, "God you smell so fucking good. I can't wait to see you tomorrow." And then he left her standing alone waiting for her husband to stop talking. Jack had a feeling they would have words when they got home.
 
Brie fought the urge to clench her fists. Jack had them, hook line and sinker. There was nothing she could do to say anything against him. Even though she had expected to spend a quiet day with Bryson tomorrow she now knew that Jack was rewriting those plans to occupy himself with Brie’s body while Bryson talked business.

He leaned close and breathed her in, commenting on her perfume. Before he left her, Brie got the feeling he wanted to kiss her. Bryson was a good deterrent, distracted though he was. Then he was gone.


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Brie collapsed back onto the mattress of her marital bed and waited for her husband to finish up in the washroom.

She had so many things she needed to say and some things that she needed to but couldn’t.

She decided she’d start with the debt because that was the most important issue on the table.

“Bryson Jameson Harper — when the fuck did you plan to tell me that you’re in debt to Jack Muldoon??!! Or did you spend that cash on upfront expenses again? I know damn well you never planned on telling me but you better have a damn good excuse! Now we’re stuck playing puppet for him!”
 
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Saturday night - Bryson is grilled by Brie

Bryson felt on top of the world. He was finally going to make things right with Jack and Brie would be none the wiser. The meeting went exceptionally well with the investors. Soon he hoped he would be able to quit his job and start his own company. Yeah he owed a lot to Jack Muldoon but with his own company, he could easily pay him back with interest. All he needed now was to convince the investors when they met tomorrow.

He was happy and he was thinking that tonight might be a good night to get to know his wife again. It had been awhile since they made love but he was in such a good mood. She seemed to be on edge a little at the party but he put it down to her meeting new people. She seemed to get along with Jack alright. He noticed Jack had given her a kiss on the cheek before he left them.

They were lost in thought on the way home and Bryson was anxious to get home and have some quiet time with Brie. How long had it been? He took his time in the washroom, letting her get situated in bed before he entered the bedroom.

She had a strange look on her face when came to bed and before he could talk, she blurted out an accusation he didn't want to hear. How in the hell did she know about his debt? She was accusing him of being in debt to Jack for $200,000 but it wasn't that much. But no matter, how did she know?

He was stunned into a stupor, unable to think for a moment. He thought of lying to her but the look on her face told him she knew. Goddam she knew!

Climbing into bed, he tried to pull her into a hug but she wanted nothing to do with him. "Honey ….. I …… was going to tell you ….. honest I was …… it's just ….." he was at a lost for words. All his planning and hoping to get back on his feet without her knowing was out the window.

"I think you're wrong about Jack Muldoon Brie. We're not a puppet to him." Bryson felt his palms sweating, lying on his side trying to figure what the fuck was happening. He knew he had to tell her something to ease her anger.

"Listen sweetheart. Jack has been nothing but good to me concerning my debt. I admit I was into gambling and I thought I could win my way out but I got deeper into debt and Jack helped me out. He let me try by myself to win at the gaming tables but my streak of luck had run out."

He watched her eyes closely but there was something strange about them when he mentioned Jack's name. What was it? Didn't she have a good time tonight at his estate?

He reached out but she pulled away as if she had been touched by fire. He tried to appease her with reason. "Brie honey, Jack put me in touch with some investors that could be the answer to all our prayers. I can make this go …… I know I can with my own business and his connections. If he was really a bad person, he would have called my debt long ago. But instead he is trying to help me and by helping me he is helping us."

Bryson stopped talking. He knew there was more to the discussion than just his confession he gambled stupidly. But now it was his turn. "How did you know I was in debt to Jack? Did he tell you tonight? And why when I mention his name do you have a strange look in your eyes?" Did he say something that bothers you? Two could play this game.
 
Only after she said it did Brie think of Jack’s warning; not to mention their debt to Bryson or tell him about her escapades with Jack. She had no idea what “deeply” meant, but she figured that eventually Jack would spill the beans. Brie was regretful that her hotheaded self had mentioned the money they owed at all because Jack had threatened to kill them if they discussed it.

The fight went out of Brie and she turned away from Bryson, suddenly closed lipped.

“You know what? Never mind. I don’t really want to talk about it anymore. Just know that I know. Please. Continue to keep your secrets and do what you have to but leave me out of it. We won’t speak of it again; not to me, not to anyone, but especially not to Jack. He mentioned it briefly when I ran into him during your chat with the investors but asked me not to bring it up with you since he knew it caused you shame. He’d be upset if he found out that he caused an argument between us.”

Of course Jack wouldn’t be upset - he’d probably be pleased, actually, that they fought, but not that she had opposed his wishes after he’d specifically told her not to say a word. It was a dangerous game that they were playing now. Brie would have to continue building on her lies in or to keep them both safe.

Bryson wanted to be handsy, that much was obvious. Even after she’d pushed him away he kept trying to cuddle closer and kissing her neck. Brie was lucky that she’d showered before climbing into bed because she had no viable excuse to deny her husband sex because he wanted it from her so little.

Now that she didn’t want to fight anymore, Brie just wanted sleep. She didn’t want sex since she’d just had a really great quick fuck not that long ago with a man not her husband. At least she had showered and there was no sign of Jack on her body. The redness of her bum from where he had spanked her had faded since he hadn’t really hit her that hard. She’d cleaned out her insides as well as she could and if there was any cum still buried in her pussy it was likely too deep for Bryson to find with his tiny cock.

She turned her head and locked eyes with him. Leaning in to kiss him softly, Brie’s expression softened.

“I do love you, Bryson. I do. I’m just not pleased with you right now. Hopefully these new investments will keep you too busy to get into trouble but for now... I don’t want to talk work. How about you make love to your wife and put that out of your mind for now? Sounds like we’re going to have a busy day tomorrow. Jack will take care of me (even though that was the last thing she wanted) while you talk business for hours, I’m sure.”
 
Saturday Night - Bryson and Brie make love.

After Bryson told Brie his thoughts on the huge debt, he waited for her admonition. But he wasn't surprised when she told him to forget it and she didn't want to talk about it anymore. That wasn't like Brie to bring up a subject and then not want to talk about it. Normally she was feisty, wanting to get to the bottom of the argument. But for some reason she was clamming up. But then she mentioned Jack and he was surprised to hear Jack told her about his debt. That was the one thing he hoped would remain a secret between them. Did Jack have an ulterior motive telling Brie? Was there something he was missing? Why did he want her to keep it a secret from him? Bryson had conflicting thoughts running around in his head about Jack telling Brie.

But he smiled when she said she loved him and understood when she told him she was not happy with him. He would feel the same way with her if she were hiding some dark secret. She wanted to make love and he did too but there was something more he wanted to discuss. "I promise I won't keep secrets from you baby," he whispered while thoughts of the sexy casino babes rattled in his head. He would not bring up that subject now that Brie calmed down and wanted him to make love to her.

Kissing her forehead, he thought of Jack, surmising that he wanted Brie to know what their financial status was so she didn't expect them to be rolling in dough as soon as he opened his own company. He kissed her cheek and looked deep into her eyes. "Well I'm glad he told you sweetheart? I have been waning to tell you for a long time but I thought I could make myself …. I mean us whole again. But I couldn't. Maybe he was doing us a favor. This is a great opportunity for us baby." Bryson kissed her deeply, pulling her against him.

Their hands searched for the familiar spots that married couples fall prey to after a few years of marriage. His thoughts changed to Brie and he realized she didn't answer his question about her strange expressions when she met Jack. He had noticed a strange look in her eyes and wondered if she found him more attractive than him. Did he excite her? Did she think him handsome? Bryson knew Jack was a ladies man but was he also prone to chasing married women? Bryson dismissed his worries. Brie wanted him and he wanted her.

Their touches were almost robotic, touching areas of the body that in the past had drawn expected moans. His fingers slid up under her silk night gown, finding her pussy while her hand dove into his boxer shorts. Their kisses were short and long, tongues searching familiar territory and before long Bryson's cock was hard.

They quickly threw off their night clothes just as they had done a hundred times in the past. When he rolled over on top her, Brie's legs opened dutifully, wrapping around his hips. "I love you Brie. Everything will be alright baby ….. I promise you," he moaned as their lips met once more. Bryson reached between them, clutching his cock and pointing it at Brie's cunt. She was ready and wet, moaning when he swiped it up and down her furrow. He loved to hear her soft moans of encouragement and he wasn't disappointed as he slipped his cock between the soft folds and into her pussy.

He thought his cock was harder than normal tonight. Maybe it was the excitemen to his wife or maybe starting a new business. Whatever it was, his lips closed on hers again, hoping he could last longer than the last time. But the feel of her heat, excited him even more than usual and he started to fight the urge to cum. Slowly he moved inside her, trying to take his mind off exploding too soon. Her pussy was contracting around his tool and he was breathing hard as he expressed his love to her again, trying desperately to hold off the inevitable climax.
 
She worried for a moment that Bryson suspected something off in her interaction with Jack Muldoon but she was relieved when he didn’t bring it up or push her to answer the question she had purposefully ignored as though he hadn’t asked it at all.

She excused herself with the distraction of sex, wondering now if she was clean enough that Bryson wouldn’t find evidence of her tryst with Jack. She was — Bryson noticed nothing as he began to pump away inside her, clearly working hard to stave off his orgasm. Bryson had trouble making his wife cum lately; he was always done so quickly. It had gotten to the point that she always faked her orgasms with him.

Brie hadn’t came even with her phenomenal fucking in Jack’s office earlier. The last time had been nights ago with said man in his penthouse, his strong body cooled overtop her as he pounded into her pliable body. Brie needed no dramaticism or faking with Jack.

And as terrible as it was, Brie was almost glad that Bryson was satisfying himself elsewhere (because she was almost certain of it). Jack had implied it in a fairly direct manner. Brie was almost glad that her husband expended all his energy with other women or at the blackjack table because his lovemaking was well below par.

He didn’t satisfy her.

Brie wasn’t always willing to lay there in the dark and stroke one out after Bryson had rolled off her and left her lowers a mess without returning the favour. Sex with Bryson was mostly just a chore lately. Robotic. Automatic. Habitual.

It wasn’t exciting.

But what was exciting? Remembering the rough gravelly tone in her ear tonight as Jack pummelled his dick into her. Remembering the easy way he’d flipped up her dress and taken what he believed was his asset. Remembering the way her husband was just down the hall as she gave herself to another man. And mostly, remembering the way Jack’s cock filled her to the brim and stretched her wider than ever before just before he sent her home with a party favour specifically for her.

The thought was like a sucker punch in the belly and arousal ignited in a giant burst of heat in her body, Brie’s quim coming alive and quivering with excitement around Bryson’s stiffened penis. She tugged him in to kiss her, tongues wrestling sloppily, body feeling like she might actually have an orgasm with her husband for the first time in over seven months.

That was not to be.

Just before she reached the summit, Bryson groaned loudly above her and froze, pumping his cream into her. It was only a few shots before he was pulling out and rolling into his back, panting and gasping for air. The sweat pooled on his forehead and Brie turned one indignant eye onto him, pussy burning up but cooling rapidly at the bodily fluids leaking from inside her.

Brie sighed, turning away from him onto her left side definitely. Bryson tried to pull her close and nuzzle into her neck and Brie didn’t fight him but she was tense against his body, peering straight ahead in silence, waiting for Bryson to break the ice.

He didn’t. All was quiet for a moments before the first exhalation of a snore sounded in her ear.

“Goodnight Bryson,” she started spitefully, quietly. “You give a man one job and he fucks that up, too... I guess Jack will get it done for me tomorrow.”

Slowly, Brie fell into a restless sleep. She was too. It’s inagining what Jack had in store for them to actually recharge her batteries. Bryson slept like a baby, not at all perturbed by the obvious set-up. He could be so naive sometimes.

Oh well.

It wasn’t her problem. Every day that they ended up in more trouble because of Bryson was one step closer to Brie requesting divorce papers
 
Saturday night and Sunday - Bryson and Brie meet Jack at the Casino

Bryson tried hard, very hard but the intense heat, her pussy contracting hard on his cock, and her constant moaning drove him over the edge. Afterwards he collapsed on his back, panting and glad that they had sex.

He wanted to ask how it was for her but he remained silent on that issue. He was pretty sure she faked some of her orgasms and he felt that if he asked, she might tell him and he would be disappointed. It was better to just hold his wife against him, each lost in their own thoughts.

The image of him owning an office pushed any thoughts of sex out of his head. He was excited to meet Jack and a some of the investors at the casino tomorrow. If all went well he was sure that, with Jack's backing, he could collar a few of the investors to have him design their projects. Soon he was fast asleep, content that he and Brie had sex and the prospect of a life changing meeting tomorrow.

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Jack had watched the couple leave without saying goodbye and that was ok. He accomplished what he wanted this evening. The feel of Brie's pussy squeezing his cock and the smell of her sex, lingered in his brain.

Normally after a party, he would bed some woman who attended, but tonight was different. His thoughts were consumed with visions of Brie and how he fucked her over his desk. With all these erotic thoughts he was content to spend the night alone, knowing tomorrow she would be in his lair, the Kane Casino.

Sunday morning was bright and sunny and that matched his disposition. Dressing in casual tan slacks and a black golf shirt, he drove to the casino early. He spent the morning checking the slot machines and talking with some of the staff. Sunday morning was not busy until about noon. Then the after church crowd started to arrive. He always laughed at how the good people went to church and then after getting a fire and brimstone sermon, they gambled. If they wanted to spend their hard earned dollars, that was always ok with him.

He was talking to the investors who wanted a more birds-eye view of Bryson Harper's work near the front entrance. He smiled, seeing Bryson and Brie drive up to the valet parking attendant.

When she stepped out of the car, their eyes locked on each other and he wondered how her night with Bryson went. It didn't matter because today he might let her gamble a little while the investors talked to Bryson and then he planned to take to his plush office for some recreational activities. She would leave the casino more than satisfied than when she arrived.
 
In the morning, Bryson only wanted to babble at Brie about his new “business success”. He didn’t say anything about either their fight last night or their abrupt spurt of sexual activity. Brie fought off her disappointment - she kind of felt like they had to discuss what had happened but she was also somewhat glad that he didn’t because Jack had threatened them.

Speaking of, he was waiting for them just outside the doors of the casino. Brie stepped out of the car into the curb and raised her sunglasses to look out at him, perching them on the top of her head. She straightened her plum blouse and assured herself that her white pencil skirt was sitting in place. She had wanted to wear pants but Brie knew that Jack would only give her a growling and things would be worse for her. At least she was smart enough to wear underwear this time.

Rounding the car before the valet parked it, Bryson tugged Brie along with him to greet Jack.

Brie smiled sweetly even if being here with him made her uncomfortable, especially thinking about being along with him as Bryson talked business. Brie accepted Jack’s kiss on the cheek gracefully, dropping her eyes submissively and watching as Bryson and Jack clapped hands together and exchanged fake pleasantries - Brie knew that both men didn’t really mean it. They were both a means to an end to each other.

“Hello Jack,” Brie said. “I’m excited to see the casino for the first time. I’m not much of a gambler but it’s also nice to see where Bryson is investing all his time lately.”
 
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Sunday Afternoon - Jack shows Brie some games in the casino

Jack wore a bright smile, taking in her plum blouse and white pencil skirt. Was she wearing underwear? One part of him said yes and the other part said no. If she was wearing a pair of sexy underwear, what color would they be? White to match the skirt, plum to match her blouse, or some other color that matched the bra that concealed those gorgeous breasts. Watching her walk toward him, it was going to be fun finding out and soon.

He saw her eyes drop after he greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. There was something in that look. Something that she didn't want him to know about. Ignoring the downcast look for now, he greeted Bryson as if he were an old friend which was not the case. Bryson probably would never fit into his circle of friends. But Brie, that was another story. She would fit in just fine and he planned to introduce her to some of his more kinky friends in time.

The four investors, three men and one woman, along with Bryson began talking, leaving him and Brie to themselves. Sliding his hand around her waist, he smiled, "I'm glad you're excited to see my casino Brie. I'm looking forward to showing it all to you and don't worry about being a novice gambler, I'll help you. "With that, he pulled her tighter against his side and then looked at Bryson and the group that would make his dreams come true.

"Bryson, please show the group your ideas and take all the time you want. I'll entertain Brie while you're gone. I promise I'll keep her out of trouble." Bryson and the group looked at Jack and Brie.

Bryson and Brie exchanged looks and each expressed their approval of the plan. Bryson turned to the group and acting like a school teacher, began talking about his ideas and what they were going to see. Jack chuckled. If he only knew what his dear wife would be doing and seeing while he was giving the investors a tour.

Jack's hand slipped from her waist to the small of her back, guiding her into the casino and the constant noise of bells counting out money patrons won. The sound was constant 24/7 ringing out the players rang out success, but in the end, the odds were with the house. Most of the patrons would leave some of their hard earned cash at the casino vowing to come back and score big.

Guiding her one of the video games, he inserted his card and instructed Brie to sit. "We'll start with something easy." Jack instructed Brie on how to play and while her gaze was intent on the game. He was content to stand behind her and take in her perfume. He also had the added advantage of looking over her shoulder, watching her breasts move slowly up and down. Brie played for awhile, winning some and losing more. In the end all her credits were eaten by the machine. "Don't worry about losing, I know the owner," he laughed.

Next he guided her to the craps table and found a space where she could watch the game. Jack called out to the pit boss and the dealer shoved a large quantity of chips toward them. "It's two thousand dollars and it's for you to play with." She gave him a hesitant look but he brushed it off. "Don't worry, I'll show you how."

Jack instructed Brie where to place the money as each person around the table threw the dice in hopes of winning. Eventually they crapped out and the dice moved to the next person. When it was Brie's turn, Jack whispered instructions and watched as she threw the dice five times before she crapped out. Jack leaned into her side, his hand sliding down from the small of her back down to her ass.

"I was betting you would wear panties today," he whispered in her ear, his hand rubbing circles on her bum. "Time to try something else," he smirked.

Guiding her to the cashier, her eyes grew large when the man handed her five thousand dollars. When she tried to give the money to Jack, he laughed and told her to keep it.

"You smell absolutely great Brie and I think you'll like the next part of the casino." Her questioning look was magical. She had to know that he would cook up something. "Are you ready? Oh and don't worry about Bryson, he'll be busy for a few hours or more."

He kissed her cheek, seeing her gaze follow his to a neon lighted sign. Entrance to the Kane Hotel Lobby and Suites.
 
Jack’s hand felt hot against her lower back as they played games and he directed her around the casino. He was even so bold as to grasp her bum at the craps table, uncaring as to whether or not anyone saw him do it. He leaned in close to her and whispered about her underwear. Apparently things were different when you owned the casino: people would probably keep their mouths shut for risk of irritating Jack even though she wore a large diamond ring. The fact that she was a cheating harlot meant nothing to them.

Brie took the money but tried to argue against it, insisting that it was Jack’s - not only did she insist on working hard for what she earned, Jack would probably hold it against her and add that to Bryson’s accumulating debt.

Maybe he won’t her brain screamed. He probably wouldn’t be concerned with money if you fucked him for it - maybe he’s paying you off like a hooker!

That thought was even more alarming. But something told her that it was more about showing her what a kept woman could be and not what Bryson Harper’s minuscule bank account could ever do for her; it was more about making her want to come back to him and to drop her husband. It wasn’t just about the sex - Jack could have whichever woman he wanted if he tried. There must be some attraction there that kept him coming back to her. The sex was just an added benefit.

After leaving the craps table, Jack escorted her into the lobby of the hotel. He kissed her cheek as though she was his girlfriend, taking liberties with her in public. He did not shy away from making it clear to anyone that he had some claim on her and Brie spent her morning worried that Bryson might see the affectionate way Jack held her. He never did, so wrapped up in work.

Jack was attentive, talkative and fun as he showed her only one of the buildings he owned. But he was also a tease. He touched her bum and kissed her cheek and the intoxicating scent of his cologne wreaked havoc on her senses. The way that he played her body so skillfully was on her mind and Brie began to feel a spark of arousal as she thought about the quick fuck they’d had in his office last night.

Now Bryson was entertained for hours with his investors. They did not need to be quick if Jack decided he wanted her. By the intense look he levelled her in the elevator, Brie was certain he would take advantage. The door was still wide open as Jack Muldoon pulled Brie against his chest and fit his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply and passionately. Brie clutched onto his shoulders, body relaxing despite her worry about her husband catching them.
 
Sunday Afternoon - Brie and Jack in his casino hotel room

It was working just as he hoped. Bryson was busy expounding on architectural designs in the hopes of getting more work. Jack chuckled at the idea because little did Bryson know, he already had the jobs. With Bryson submersed in conversations, he would never miss his wife for a few hours. Hours that Jack planned to use and satisfy his lovely wife. It was just one more nail in her coffin to make her submit to him. He could do it by intimidation but he preferred to do it sexually.

He had a feeling she liked rough sex from the other night in his condo. There was a fire in her eyes, flickering with lust. Last night, that same animalistic glaze in her eyes portrayed a deeper desire than Bryson was providing. If Bryson was filling all her sexual needs, she wouldn't have gone to the bar, slept with him, or given him the time without screaming bloody murder. The last two encounters and now today reinforced his thoughts of her starved sexual desires and appetite.

She didn't resist his touching hands and soft cheek kisses even though she could have pushed his hand or lips away. It was one more sign that she was either afraid of him and what he might do or she, deep down inside wanted the attention. He preferred to think it the latter. And when he directed her the elevator, she didn't resist in any way. Now in his room, he kept for himself, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately.

Feeling her relax, he kicked the door shut to the outside world. They were in his private lair and as far as he was concerned, she came of her own free will. Pushing her against the wall like he did in condo brought the same results, her arms circling his neck and her hungry lips kissing him in short fervent bursts. Whatever she was seeking, Jack planned on satisfying every one of her kinky desires.

While their lips continued to dance, his fingers found the buttons of her plum blouse, unhooking them from the slots in the material. Her fingers too worked quickly, grabbing his polo shirt, pulling it from his t rousers and over his head. Jack smiled when her bra was revealed. The silky prison holding her breasts was different shades of purple to match her blouse. The twin cups had a flower centered on them with here hard nipple poking out in the center. "Mmmm nice touch," he murmured as his hands covered the silky material, taking his time, squeezing and fondling each mound

Jack kissed her neck, sucking on the skin, and enjoying her moans. Slowly his lips trailed down her body, kissing and flicking his tongue over the smooth skin. On his knees, he smiled up at her while his fingers worked to undo the skirt clasp on her waist. His smile broadened when she shimmied her hips, helping him slip the white pencil skirt over her hips and then letting it fall to the floor.

Her panties matched her bra. "Love this too," he said seeing a damp spot at the triangle of her thighs. She might fight or claim disinterest but the body doesn't lie. Her hands rested in his hair when his lips touched the silky material. Jack inhaled her womanly musk, rubbing his nose and flicking his tongue over the wet material.

Looking up he saw her large mounds, still imprisoned by her colorful bra and her eyes watching him carefully. Standing, he pushed himself against her for another heated exchange. As they kissed he felt her fingers sliding between them, caressing his cock. It was getting hard and wanting but there was something he needed to take care of.

Grabbing her hands, he pulled them over her head, easily holding them with one hand. The other hand grabbed her chin and he stared directly into her eyes. His whole demeanor changed and he could see fear in her eyes. Calmly he questioned her. "You told him didn't you. Don't lie to me cunt. You told your fucking husband about what I told you last night. I saw it in your eyes when we met outside. The way they avoided me told me something was amiss. It wasn't have to figure out."

He squeezed her cheeks together, his lips mere inches from her face. "You have to be punished for your deceit." Grabbing her hair he pulled her to a chair in the living area. "Before I fuck that pretty cunt and mouth, you need to be taught a lesson. You can tell me all about it as you get punished."

She looked at him and he could tell she didn't expect this kind of treatment. He ignored her stare and commanded, "Grab the arms of the chair and bend over." Pulling his belt from its loops, he saw her cheeks turn ashen. She knew what was about to happen.
 
Brie hesitated, clothes on the floor.

This was a bit more than she asked for. It appeared that she was getting in over her head and she was rapidly sinking, unable to get her head above water. Jack was more intense than she had even expected, leaving a lasting impression. He tasted and smelled so good...

But his voice was forceful as he demanded for her to bend over the chair. She didn’t know if that was the best idea or not, and she didn’t want to admit to her accidental confession last night. Regardless, Brie knew it would be worse for her if she didn’t.

Slowly, Brie reached down and grasped the arms of the chair he directed her to, swallowing her nerves at the sound of his belt coming out of the loops. It seemed much louder than it actually was, amplified by her anxiety. She had never taken well to being spanked but the swats he’d given her over the last few days had felt good. A belt certainly wouldn’t. She wanted to cry but felt as though she didn’t have a choice; Jack was a big, strong man who was in his own element here.

“I didn’t say much, I promise. I lost my temper but I didn’t say a thing Jack, I swear it. Please, you have to believe me. That look was because I was ashamed of myself. Last night Bryson and I had sex and I only thought of you. I was ashamed that I’d cheated on my husband. I haven’t stepped out of line.”
 
Sunday afternoon - Brie's first spanking

Jack smirked seeing Brie bend over the chair clad only in her bra and panties. What a beautiful sight she made and so willing to do as he asked. He expected her to balk and try to talk her way out of trouble, but she didn't and he knew he had her. If she was innocent, surely she would have strongly objected.

Admiring her backside, he smiled when she tried to tell him it wasn't much First she said she didn't say much and then she didn't say a thing about Bryson's debt to Jack. He had her right where he wanted her. "Oh I believe you Brie. I believe you told him what I told you not to tell him and I'm guessing he confessed about his gambling habit." Jack didn't mention the women he bedded in this very hotel. No that would be a card to be played another day. For now Brie had to be taught a lesson.

"Put your head down and don't look at me bitch," he smirked doubling the belt and then swatting her on the ass. The way her body jerked and her guttural moan escaped her mouth pleased him. "I'm glad you were thinking of me baby while another man fucked you." He swung again a little harder with the same anguish results spilling from her lips.

Jack walked behind her and when he touched her bottom with his hand, he felt her body jerk. He stifled a laugh at the way she jerked, thinking her was going to hit her again. Grabbing the flimsy silk panties, he yanked hard, the loud ripping sound of fabric filling the space between them. "Your wet your panties," he said feeling the wet spot where her pussy leaked fluid. "Now I have a another pair of your soaked panties for my collection," he grinned, throwing them to the floor.

Rubbing his trousers against her ass cheeks, he slid the leather belt over her back a few times. "You're getting my cock all hard thinking of your wet pussy." After a quick push against her backside to let her feel his hardness, he stepped back.

"It's better if you don't lie and take your punishment like a good slut." He swung the belt harder, striking her bare bottom, seeing her body jerk. By the way you did step out of line and for that you get to feel the belt. He swung his arm a few more times, each hit landing squarely and with more force. "I'm going to be good to you baby and show you some things you only dreamed about when you lie in your bed frustrated with your dear Bryson."

A few more hits and her bottom was turning a rosy red and her moans were growing louder. He stopped for a moment, running his hand over the warmness of her skin. There was so much to explore with her and he was anxious to start but she needed to know who was boss. Jack stepped back and hit her a few more times and he was sure she had tears in her eyes. She was dutifully keeping her head down and after a hard hit, he heard the sound of her crying.

Pushing his fingers between her legs, they were met with warm liquid. He was right, she liked it rough and it turned her on. Rubbing her pussy lips and then her clit, her ass began to sway. "Did you learn your lesson or do you want more? You will need a safe word here on out and I want you to think of a good word."

He raised the belt and hit her back a few times and then her ass again, seeing the welts begin to rise. She would have trouble sitting later. "But right now you have some work to do unless you want some more spanking." He saw her red puffy eyes when she turned her head to look at him and then her eyes darted to his trousers. His meaning was unmistakable.
 
He hit her until she was crying. It hurt! It hurt a lot as he practically whipped her with his belt, each hit more forceful and causing her knees to shake. There was a part of her that liked it, though. As Brie bent over the chair with a white-knuckled grip, clenching her teeth and hissing in pain as he hit her back, bottom and thighs, Brie couldn’t help but notice the growing heat between her legs.

She was turned on by this. A man beating her with his belt after threatening and blackmailing her was a terrible thing but her body was a traitor, giving into his advances until her cunt leaked hot sticky honey like a faucet. Jack’s fingers found that out and Brie couldn’t help but feel shame, head bowing and body tensing.

She would never admit to Jack that she liked the rough sex he was introducing her to. She still didn’t know how she felt about the beating with the belt, but she certainly didn’t identify any feelings that made her want to spout out a safeword like he encouraged.

She wouldn’t have the first idea about something like that anyway, but maybe it was best to keep it simple: she was cheating on her husband. Maybe if the safe word was “infidelity” it would be easy to remember.

As the tears stung at her eyes, Brie felt his hardened shaft rubbing against her rear. She knew she would have to satisfy him soon, but it seemed the longer he struck her with his leather belt the harder he got. Jack Muldoon really did have a thing for violence - he got off on hurting her.

Brie whimpered.

Her back was welted and sore and her bum was on fire when he clasped a fistful of hair in his hand and yanked her upright, forcing her onto her knees in front of him, cock tenting his slacks. Brie reached up and flicked open the button, reaching inside for his penis.

Every time she saw it, the organ seemed larger and larger. Jack’s cock was so much larger than Bryson and filled her more than she’d ever been before. Her cunt throbbed at the thought of having it inside her soon. For now, her mouth opened and suckled the head inside, stroking the remainder of the veiny shaft with her hand. His precum was salty but copious and it coated the inside of her mouth. Unlike Bryson, Brie actually enjoyed the flavour on her palate.

Of course she would deny that if anyone asked her.

She eyed him, saying, “don’t talk about my husband like you know anything about us,” but continued on her task after she had admonished him. She was silent after that with the exception of the loud slurping, sucking and just generally wet sounds as she sucked him off.
 
Sunday afternoon - Brie interrupts sucking Jack's cock

Jack watched with interest as Brie dutifully knelt before him and released his aching cock. He was so turned on by Brie taking her punishment for lying and his order to release his cock. She didn't admit to telling Bryson about the debt issue but he would bring that up later.

He didn't have to tell her what was expected, she seemed to have an inner sense of what to do. And she did easily and without complaint.

His fingers twirled strands of brown hair between them while she lovingly sucked the head of his cock. He loved the way her eyes grew large when she looked at and then up at his eyes. His eyes conveyed his acceptance of her mouth and she didn't disappoint him. Her lips sucked while her tongue flicked across his opening swiping any fluid that leaked from within.

She surprised him when she pulled her lips off his shaft and announced that he shouldn't talk about her husband like he knew anything about them. She returned to her task of sucking him but this time more vigorously. He watched her mouth devour his cock, getting it wet and ready for her pussy. Suddenly Jack gripped her hair, yanking her head off his cock, holding it steady as his eyes stared ominously into her brown orbs.

He slapped her cheek hard, seeing the surprised look on her face. She wasn't expecting him to hit her. He glared down at her. "I know a lot more than you think I do bitch," he hissed, yanking her head back quickly. The sudden yank brought out a tiny yelp.

"Don't ever underestimate me Brie. I have resources you can't imagine but I know a few things that are important. The mundane things in your life don't matter to me right now." Her eyes were searching his face and when she tried to move her head, he pulled seeing her wince.

"Take for example your husband's gambling and desire to open a business." He left out the womanizing for now. "He is so wrapped up in his own life he has forgotten about your sexual needs." Her eyes cast down to gaze on his waving cock inches from her lips. "Or maybe he can't satisfy your needs." Another expression from her eyes and he knew he hit a nerve.

"And you my lovely Brie. I know you want more and I'm just the man who can give you all you want to satisfy every desire. Some of those desires are still bottled up inside you, yearning to escape. And once you let them out, you'll discover a world of sensual pleasures you never knew existed."

Jack held her head back, glaring into her eyes for a moment, letting her take in his words. "Now get back to the task at hand and get my cock ready for your juicy pussy. And when you think you have it ready for your hot cunt, you will kneel with your hands behind your back and ask my permission to shove it into your cunt. Do you understand?"
 
She was reeling from his powerful slap, head listing to the side and cheek on fire. It took her a moment to even recognize what had happened, but when she did she was stunned! Brie turned shocked eyes up at him just as he yanked on her hair painfully. She yelped, tears beading.

Jack’s tone was strong when he began to talk about Brie’s relationship with her husband. He was completely correct about it all but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of admitting that to him, even if she couldn’t hide the sad expression on her face when he mentioned it.

But Brie didn’t want to continue this encounter anymore. Jack was a violent man and she feared what he would do to her if she encouraged his antics, but she wondered if it might be worse for her to reject him now. In fact, as long as Bryson was under Jack’s thumb, so was Brie. She really had no choice. Of course she’d thought about that before but the realization was almost as strong as the slap in the face she’d just received: Brie couldn’t do anything but do what she was told.

Her lip shook as she fought the urge to cry. Jack would probably like that too much.

Reaching for his cock slowly, Brie stroked him a few times but found that he didn’t need any help - hard as he was even after the brief intermission, Jack was ready to fuck her whenever he chose. Brie sniffled, hooking her wrists together behind her back and dropping her watery gaze to the floor.

“Pl-please fuck me. Please... My pussy is ready for you, Jack. Please just take your pleasure from me.”
 
Sunday Afternoon - Jack changes tactics

The resignation on her face was very plain. She was trapped in his hotel room and in his casino. There was no where to run or hide. Her hubby was busy talking to investors and would be tied up for most of the afternoon.

When she sat back, hands properly in back of her, and then her soft plea to fuck her, reinforced his control. She may want to get away from him and hide but Jack knew something inside her wanted this. Wanted to be submissive to him. Only she didn't know it yet.

He reached down and lifted her chin, seeing the streaks of mascara on her cheeks. She had done good today and she didn't know it. She saw the bad side of him, now it was time to show her a different more caring side of Jack Muldoon.

"Take off your bra and then replace your hands behind your back." She moved quickly to unwrap her generous breasts to his view and when she returned to the former position, he smiled. She was a quick learner and there was so much more she needed to learn about herself.

Reaching down, he rubbed her nipples and then caressed each soft globe. They were ripe and he could spend more time examining them but he had other plans. "Get up and follow me Brie," he said in a soft almost melodic tone.

He didn't look back but knew she was following him, most likely watching his naked ass cheeks as he entered the bedroom. He turned to see her take in the large king-sized bed. Her eyes quickly scanning the room, looking at the expensive art on the walls. When he touched her back she jumped a little and then looked at him. "Listen to me Brie. I'm not the monster you think I am and I'm going to show you."

Helping her onto the bed, he lay her on her back and then crawled above her. His eyes took in her beauty and nakedness. The other night in the condo, he wanted to make love to her pussy until she came hard. But she disappeared. And last night was all about lust. This afternoon was different. He was going to show her a side of him that would be so different.

"Put your arms above your head Brie." She did as he asked, watching him carefully. "You are very lovely Brie. I can see why men turn their heads when you walk by." He leaned down, his weight on his arms, kissing her gently as his hips met hers. Reaching down between them, he took hold of his cock and placed it at her opening. With a gentle shove and movement of his hips, his cock had no trouble sliding into her.

"This is not only about my pleasure but your pleasure too." he said feeling her vaginal muscle contracting around his cock. He didn't attempt to move inside her but let his shaft lie inside her as if it was meant to be there.

Reaching up to capture her hands, he rested on his elbows, his lips mere inches from hers. "I want you to feel what it's like to be make love slowly." He was pretty sure Bryson was not up for long fuck sessions. "Relax and let's make love together," he whispered kissing her softly, almost reverently. As they kissed, Jack began to move his hips slowly, his cock barely moving inside her.

He was sure she was confused by his actions and probably wondered how he could have a softer side. But Jack knew what Brie needed right now. She needed to know he was cognizant of her needs. He had used the belt on her and slapped her but now he was going to take his time and fuck her slowly.

From the way her soft moans caressed his lips, she was relaxing, enjoying the softness of his mood. He released her hands and they embraced him, her fingernails digging into his skin. His hands found each side of her head, smoothing her hair away from her face and then he kissed her passionately. When he broke the kiss, he saw something different in her eyes. Was she loving this side of him? Her moans betrayed her pleasure and though she she liked rough sex, even if she didn't know it, yet, soft sensual sex had its place.

They rocked together in a sweet loving embrace, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him to move faster. But he didn't. He wanted this to last and after about five minutes of slow fucking, he rolled over seeing her staring down at him. There were questions and doubts in her gaze but there was something else. Would she take over and fuck hard or would she continue to slowly bring each other to a roaring climax?
 
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