Slipway of Secrets: Chapter 6

The Owner Chapter 6: The Slipway

A few days after the classroom video, the silence returned. Mark didn't text. Still no black car in the car park. No new rules. Just the echo of his last message - "Good slut, you'll never get any work out of me." Sara told herself she was relieved. She wasn't begging anymore. She wasn't checking her phone every five minutes. She was being a good wife, a good mother, a good teacher but the ache never left. She masturbated every night, with her fingers or the handle of her hairbrush, coming hard and fast while picturing his hand cracking across her arse, his cock stretching her. The orgasms were sharp but empty. She needed more. Needed him. Then her period arrived, early, heavy, cramps twisting her insides. She stared at the box of pads in the bathroom cupboard, knickers already on as she? "My period came. Heavy. Need to wear knickers and a pad. Permission?" She hit send before she could overthink it. His reply came twenty minutes later - "Granted. This time only. Knickers off the second it stops. Don't test me again." The next few days were hormone hell. Mood swings, tender breasts, constant bloating. Her cunt felt swollen and oversensitive even with the pad and knickers. She taught through it, voice steady, smile fixed, while her body screamed for something rougher than her own fingers. Friday afternoon she walked out of school exhausted, bag heavy, mind numb. She scanned the car park automatically. He was there. Same spot. Same black car. Mark leaning against the driver's door, arms crossed, watching her. Sara felt a spark of desire that quickly grew into a full-blown orgasm, sweat dripping from her skin as she rode out the pain with every thrust.

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