Previously on She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother...
Ruby revealed that the couple's suite upgrade was arranged by their mysterious neighbor in the presidential suite. She hinted that this powerful man has specific tastes and enjoys watching and listening to his neighbors, rewarding those who catch his interest. Howard and Siobhan realized the sounds they heard earlier were an invitation, and Ruby warned them not to displease their dangerous new acquaintance.
The presidential suite's bedroom was heavy with the lingering aroma of passion—sweat, seminal fluid, and the subtle hint of fine wine.
Alex rested against the headboard, his chest heaving with heavy breaths in the aftermath of intense pleasure. His body, slick with perspiration, still bore the tension from the sheer power he had expended.
Beside him, Heena sat in a state of stunned silence, her gaze fixed on the scene before her.
Lydia was sprawled across the vast bed, utterly spent. She lay almost unconscious, her form limp, occasionally trembling with residual aftershocks.
Thick strands of Alex’s ejaculate marked her flushed skin, adorning her breasts, her stomach, and pooling around her swollen, thoroughly used yoni. Her eyes were rolled back, revealing only the whites, and her mouth hung agape in a dazed, almost vacant smile, her tongue peeking out slightly as she drew shallow, ragged breaths.
Heena observed the younger woman, a stark realization dawning upon her.
‘She’s completely broken…’
Lydia had craved the beast, and Alex had delivered it with unsparing force. The girl who had exuded such eagerness and confidence earlier was now a quivering, cum-drenched wreck… utterly ruined.
Heena slowly lifted her gaze to Alex.
He regarded her with a placid, satisfied expression, his eyes dark and laced with possessiveness, as if he had already singled out his next target.
Heena shivered at the thought.
"What… what are you looking at?" she inquired, attempting a stern tone but failing as a nervous smile touched her lips.
Alex released a low, resonant chuckle, his chest still rising and falling rhythmically.
"Nothing," he answered with feigned innocence, though the knowing smirk on his face betrayed him.
Heena followed his gaze downward, her eyes narrowing at his still-erect member, thick and glistening, showing no signs of subsiding.
"When does this thing ever rest?" she complained, reaching out to give it a firm, teasing slap. The heavy shaft sprung back against his abdomen.
"Look what you did to her," she chided, addressing his arousal as if it were culpable.
"You completely shattered the poor girl."
"I sent her to paradise," Alex retorted, a wicked grin spreading across his features.
Before Heena could reply, Alex abruptly rose from the bed, his towering presence casting a shadow over her. His powerful frame loomed above her.
Heena’s eyes widened. She playfully attempted to scoot away, a nervous yet excited laugh escaping her lips.
Alex was quicker. He seized her wrist, drawing her towards him with effortless might.
"Now it’s your turn," he stated, his voice a dark promise.
Heena squirmed within his grasp, her resistance a mix of playful struggle and genuine yielding as she tried to pull free.
"I don’t want to go to paradise," she protested with a breathless laugh, her cheeks still flushed with color.
Alex’s grin morphed into something predatory. He yanked her closer until her bare breasts were pressed firmly against his chest.
"But you want to be fucked exactly like that," he murmured near her ear, his voice low and raspy. "Don’t you, Professor?"
Heena shuddered, her playful defiance dissolving under the heat of his words and the unmistakable hunger in his gaze.
Alex slid from the bed and effortlessly gathered her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. Heena gasped, instinctively entwining her arms around his neck as her legs dangled freely.
"What do you desire, Professor?" he inquired, his voice teasingly dark as he carried her. "Tell me… are you envious that she was fucked so thoroughly?"
Heena offered no verbal response. Her eyes conveyed everything… wide, glistening, burning with a blend of envy and desperate longing.
Alex smiled with knowing amusement. "I have something incredibly special prepared for you, my wicked little professor."
He began to walk, his steps carrying her naked form towards the balcony doors. The cool night air caressed her flushed skin as he nudged the glass door open with his shoulder.
"Where… where are you taking me?" Heena whispered, her voice trembling with burgeoning anticipation.
"Where your husband is," he answered with chilling calmness, his tone low and dangerous. "I need him to witness… that this woman is no longer his."
He leaned in, his lips grazing her ear as he added with a low growl of possession,
"She is my slut now."
Heena’s breath hitched sharply. A thrill coursed directly between her legs.
Alex pulled back just enough to meet her gaze directly, his eyes intense and commanding.
"Tell me," he demanded softly. "What are you?"
Heena flinched, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm. Shame, arousal, and surrender churned within her. Her voice emerged small and trembling, yet clear.
"I’m your slut," she breathed.
Alex’s eyes darkened with profound satisfaction. He pressed his forehead against hers, his thick member nudging insistently against her moist core.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his gaze locked onto hers. "Are you ready to tell your pathetic husband who truly owns you?"
Heena’s heart began to race with an intense rhythm. The chaste wife she once was had vanished completely. What remained was a raw, consuming lust and the profound longing to be utterly claimed by him.
"Yes, Sir," she responded, her breath catching and her body trembling with desperate desire. "I am ready."
As Alex emerged onto the balcony, still cradling her in his arms, the cool night air caressed Heena’s flushed skin. Her legs were entwined around his waist, her bare breasts pressed firmly against his chest.
They had taken no more than a few steps when sounds began to drift from the adjoining suite, carried over the partition.
Soft, pleading moans. A woman’s gasping voice. The unmistakable sounds of passion.
"Ahh... yes... just like that..."
Heena stiffened in Alex’s embrace, her eyes widening in sudden, sharp recognition. That was Siobhan’s voice… the woman her husband had brought with him. And if Siobhan was making such sounds…
Howard was mere meters away.
A smirk played on Alex’s lips, a dark, triumphant expression washing over his face as he sensed her tension.
"Sounds like your husband is giving it his all," he murmured close to her ear, his voice a low, teasing rumble. "But we both know how those attempts typically conclude."
Heena’s breath hitched. A fresh surge of heat rushed between her thighs at the stark realization… her husband was right there, occupied with another woman, while she lay naked in the arms of her young lover, on the verge of being intimately possessed where he might hear every moment.
Alex guided her back against the cool balcony railing, her delicate skirt offering little coverage as he widened her stance around his hips. His substantial, erect member nudged insistently against her slick heat, hot and demanding.
"Are you prepared to let him hear what a true man sounds like?" he whispered, his eyes alight with a wicked gleam.
A violent shiver coursed through Heena, her heart pounding with a chaotic mix of shame, thrill, and a sensation dangerously close to pure ecstasy.
Alex leaned closer, his lips grazing her ear as he slowly began to move his hips, allowing the thick head of his cock to tease her damp folds.
"Then moan for me, Professor," he commanded softly, his voice a deep growl. "Make it loud enough for your husband to understand precisely who you belong to now."
