Previously on She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother...
Lydia is left in a state of shock after Alex's intense encounter, while Heena witnesses the aftermath. Alex then turns his attention to Heena, pulling her into a passionate embrace and carrying her towards the balcony. He reveals his intention to show Heena's husband that he now owns her, just as they hear sounds from the adjacent suite where Heena's husband is with another woman.
"Moan for me, Professor," Alex's voice, husky and dominant, brushed against her ear. "Make it loud enough for your husband to hear precisely who you belong to now." Without allowing her a moment to brace herself, Alex drove forward in a singular, potent thrust, burying himself deep within her. "Ahhhh—!! Hmph!!" Heena's intense, broken cry ripped through the night before her hand instinctively flew to her mouth, stifling the remainder of her sound. Her eyes shot wide with apprehension, glancing nervously towards the partition that separated their suite from Howard's. Alex looked down at her, a darkly amused smile playing on his lips, his body still nestled deeply within her heated core. "Look at that," he murmured, his hips moving with a slow rhythm that elicited a whimper from her. "You're still fearful of him hearing, aren't you?" "I–I..." Heena rapidly shook her head, her gaze pleading with Alex. Deep down, she longed to cry out loudly enough for that wretch to hear. She desired Howard to comprehend exactly how his inadequate wife was being claimed and thoroughly possessed by a true man. But she lacked the courage. 'Look at me,' she thought with self-disappointment. 'Still far too frightened.' Her hand remained clamped over her mouth, muffling every desperate sound as shame and years of ingrained self-restraint warred against the overwhelming sensations Alex was forcing into her body. "I understand completely," Alex said gently, his voice a low, sympathetic rumble. He carefully cupped her chin with his fingers, tilting her face upward to meet his gaze. "How can a woman as esteemed as you engage in such actions... in merely one night?" Heena's eyes glistened with internal turmoil. "But..." Alex’s smile turned wickedly playful, brimming with dark, audacious confidence. "How can I claim to be a man if I cannot make my woman forget her past... let alone still be terrified of it, hmm?" Heena searched his face, trying to decipher his next move. A dangerous certainty in his eyes sent a flutter of nervous anticipation through her. "What if I told you..." he whispered, his voice a smooth caress against her ear, "that I can ensure your husband won't mind you being intimate with me at all?" Alex’s smirk widened, exuding a dark, roguish confidence. "In fact... he might even urge you to take this cock of mine as deeply as possible." Heena's eyes widened in sheer astonishment. She shook her head again, nearly laughing at the utter preposterousness of his declaration. She knew Howard intimately. He was pathologically jealous. While he freely flirted with other women before her eyes, the slightest hint of her speaking with another man would ignite his fury, accusing her of inappropriate familiarity. How could such a man ever condone her being intimate with another? Alex observed her reaction and offered a slow, knowing smile. "Don't believe me?" Alex shifted his hips, driving his thick cock deeper inside her with a slow, deliberate motion that made her gasp sharply. "Then witness it." "Watch as I make you cry out to be my little plaything while he eagerly cheers you on." Heena's breath hitched, her mind reeling from his audacious words. The sheer conviction in his voice ignited a dark, illicit thrill within her. A part of her still resisted believing him... Howard would never permit this. Yet, another, far more desperate part of her yearned for it to be true. Alex didn’t allow her time for excessive contemplation. He took her hand, interlocking their fingers possessively, and led her towards the edge of the balcony... directly to the frosted glass partition separating them from Howard's suite. Heena’s legs trembled with each step, her heart hammering so forcefully she could feel it in her throat. The escalating thrill of the impending moment made her feel lightheaded... shame, fear, and an overwhelming, dark excitement intertwined within her. Alex brought her to a halt precisely at the glass, pressing her front against the cool surface. He positioned himself behind her, his firm cock resting hot and heavy against her slick entrance. He leaned in close to her ear, his breath a warm whisper against her skin. "Now, let's make our grand entrance, shall we?" he murmured, his voice low and wicked. Heena shivered uncontrollably, her breath creating a misty cloud on the glass. Through it, she could discern his silhouette on the other side, clearly visible against the frosted barrier, standing intimately with Siobhan. Faint moans and wet sounds occasionally drifted through the partition, confirming their proximity. Her knees threatened to buckle, but Alex's firm hands gripped her hips, holding her steady. *** On the adjacent balcony, Howard and Siobhan stood near the frosted glass partition, the cool night air failing to quell their rising tide of curiosity. Siobhan knelt before Howard, her head bobbing enthusiastically as she pleasured him orally.
Her lips worked around his cock with a determined effort, attempting to mirror the intensity audible from the adjacent room throughout the night. Howard’s hand gently guided her head, pressing her deeper, while his other hand twisted and pinched her sensitive nipples with considerable force, eliciting sharp, yearning moans that escaped her throat.
Both of them strained to listen, yearning for any further sound or glimpse from the mysterious couple residing next door.
Suddenly, a distinct, loud feminine cry pierced through the night.
"Ahhhh—!!"
It was undeniable. Raw. Utterly shameless. Overflowing with pleasure.
Siobhan halted, his erection still within her mouth. Their gazes instantly met—eyes wide with shock, tinged with a dark, thrilling excitement.
A slow, knowing smile gradually bloomed on both their faces.
Howard’s grip firmed in Siobhan’s hair as another cry, even more potent this time, echoed from beyond the wall.
Siobhan withdrew from his cock with a distinct, wet sound, her breathing heavy, lips glistening and slightly swollen.
"They're here," she breathed, her voice thick with a heady mix of arousal and burgeoning jealousy. "He's pushing her against the railing... I can almost make out their silhouettes."
Howard's eyes flashed with an unusual blend of envy and a twisted, compelling fascination.
"Now it's your turn to capture their attention," Howard murmured, intensifying his grip on Siobhan’s nipple, his voice resonating with a dark, palpable excitement. "Let's see how loud you truly can be."
"Anhhhh... Fuck... So good...!"
Siobhan cried out loudly, her vocalizations intentionally amplified as she looked up at Howard, her eyes conveying a complex mixture of carnal desire and simmering resentment.
Abruptly, they perceived movement—distinct shadows shifting behind the translucent partition.
Siobhan retracted from Howard’s cock with a wet pop, her eyes widening in surprise.
"They're approaching..." she whispered, her voice heavy with shock and a developing thrill.
Siobhan slowly rose to her feet, her legs trembling, her breath catching in her throat as the shadowy figure on the other side of the frosted glass drew nearer, becoming more defined.
Her heart hammered erratically, a wild symphony of anticipation and apprehension. She quickly glanced at Howard, who appeared equally electrified and on edge, his erection still firm and twitching in the cool night air.
"Settle down," Howard whispered, his voice a low growl. He drew her into a close embrace, claiming her lips in a deep, ravenous kiss, an attempt to steady their racing nerves.
At that precise moment, a calm, resonant, authoritative voice carried clearly across the partition.
"How is my neighbor faring?"
Howard and Siobhan froze mid-embrace. They broke apart, eyes wide, fixed on the glass partition.
Without a doubt, they knew—the voice was directed at them.
Howard cleared his throat, striving for an air of composure.
"We're doing exceptionally well, sir," he responded, his voice betraying a slight strain. "I trust we aren't causing any disturbance..."
"Not at all," Alex replied with casual ease, his voice easily penetrating the barrier. "And no need for formalities between us. We are neighbors, after all. It's only sensible we get acquainted properly."
Howard registered the words but understood the underlying weight. The man's tone was relaxed, almost cordial, yet an undeniable aura of power underscored his every syllable.
He sounded young, self-assured, and utterly in command. Howard knew better than to dismiss someone with such an imposing presence.
He swallowed hard, attempting to maintain a steady tone.
Before he could formulate a reply, Alex shifted his hips forward in a slow, deliberate thrust. Heena’s eyes widened, and a sharp, suppressed whimper escaped her lips, despite her hand pressed firmly over her mouth.
"Ah—!"
The sound was faint, yet unmistakably clear.
Howard stiffened. Siobhan, still kneeling with his erection in her mouth, also became rigid, her gaze darting towards the partition.
Alex let out a low chuckle, as if entirely unfazed.
"So, what was your name once more?" Alex inquired conversationally, tightening his grip on Heena’s hips as he initiated a steady, unhurried rhythm, his thick cock sliding in and out of her with measured cadence.
Heena bit down hard on her lip, desperately trying to stifle any sound, yet a soft, broken whimper still managed to escape her.
Howard perceived the faint sounds and grasped the situation completely. A flush crept up his neck, a tangle of embarrassment and peculiar fascination.
"Sir, my name is Howard Sterling," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of tension. "I hold a professorship at Blackwood Academy... and I engage in part-time trading."
"Ohh, Blackwood... Impressive," Alex commented smoothly, his rhythm utterly unbroken. He delivered a deep thrust to Heena, causing her to gasp sharply against the glass. "And the lady accompanying you? Is she your wife?"
