Thread: Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana) - Completed Story

RE Farewell, My Lovely Quix Xana The thump of Lila landing on the carpet startled Tom momentarily and brought him back to reality. However, not fully. The character he'd inhabited on the journey home remained in control, but the noise and the look in the woman's eyes caused her name, and her relationship to him, to flash into his mind, and why he'd thrown her to the floor as he had. Because she wanted it, it was her fantasy, and he was here to provide it to her. In as realistic fashion as possible. Whether Tom lied to himself subconsciously, or intentionally, would never be certain, however he swiftly convinced his psyche that the expression of shock on her face, and pleading tone of her voice was fake. It was part of the act their combined performance and that recognition, whether true or not, caused him to move to release his erection from his pants as he fisted her tresses, and almost tore strands of Lila's hair free of her scalp. The sight of bare skin and the peach corset underneath her ripped robe only caused his throbbing erection to strain further against the fabric of his pants, and the man panted with exertion and arousal as his narrowed pupils stared into hers. You want me to stop, huh, bitch?, he hissed between clenched teeth, and momentarily released his grip to issue another slap to her face. The second was harder than the first, and left the imprint of his hand, with the outlines of his digits fading from red to white on her skin when, frustrated, Tom Ross ceased fumbling with his belt and zipper, and simply ripped his pants open. The bulbous purple head of his engorged manhood already glistened with precum as he then raised his whip arm in the air, and a second later, leather struck soft flesh. The harsh crack was enough to make even the man wince, and for his eyes to widen. For a moment his expression softened and contained a mixture of confusion and uncertainty. Then just say the word. Orange. It had entered his brain even as the veins in his meat continued to pulse only inches from his wife's face, and he gauged her reaction. Lila appeared truly scared, and that had ignited a deep-seated fear within him. Come on, say it. Tom waited for Lila to utter the one phrase that would ensure her safety, whilst at the same time silently praying that she wouldn't. For what seemed an eternity, his arm remained raised, and his eyes wide, however when it didn't slip from her lips, he regained full confidence in his actions, and reprised the role he'd taken on. At least that's what he'd tell himself the next morning, unwilling to admit a third character had entered their home. The Tom Ross hidden deep inside and revealed only occasionally to his comrades, and those he apprehended. The whip cracked again, and struck her ass with all the force he could muster as he planted the hand curled in her tresses, on the back of her head, and swung his hips so that his thick erection slapped her in the face. Look at you, you weak bitch. On your knees, where you fucking belong. Tom's laugh was a cold, merciless sound, absent of mirth, that matched the expression on his face as he tauntingly smacked his meat against her cheek again. You're so goddamn smart, know me so well, got me all figured out, he continued as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh faded, and he forced her head up, and for Lila's body to arch with the impetus with which he tore at her hair. Why don't you stop me? The Detective emitted another evil chuckle, so unlike the rare laugh of the loving husband she knew, then planted his feet either side of her shoulders and humourlessly peered down at the woman he towered over. Because you're incapable. All theory, can't handle the reality. It's pathetic, as are you. She'd had more than ample opportunity to utter the safe-word, Tom yhought as the cat-o-nine tails arced again, and the leather straps curled around her thigh. However, Doctor Ross, you are right about one thing. You'll do whatever I want. Simultaneously as he spat the words out, the man ripped at string of Lila's corset so that her breasts fell free, and grasped one in his palm. With his raging and throbbing hardon at eye-level with the woman, he harshly squeezed her tit, and pushed his hips towards her face. So open your mouth, whore, and beg for me to fuck it, like your husband wouldn't dare.