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Hannah’s vision cleared, and she stared into Jarrett’s face as he reclined above her on the bed. He was quite sexually appealing, even in his clothes. As he stripped off his shirt, she watched his muscled torso come into view. All but forgotten was the same alluring picture of her husband stripping down for sex. She thought now that Jarrett’s body was too beautiful for a man of such a vile nature. He should be as loathsome as a horrible beast, but he was not.

“Come here,” he spoke softly in a velvety voice, motioning her to him. Without hesitation, and with excitement building within, she crawled up closer, feeling the sensual warmth of his body ooze right into hers. Until then, she hadn’t realized how hers had cooled, or how a rash of chilling goosebumps were scattered across her skin.

She kissed him on the mouth as she thought he might expect, and he responded hotly. Moving downward, she kissed the tanned throat and down his equally tanned belly. Her tongue swirled about him tasting the texture of his skin and lapping up his fragrant sweat. She began to tug at his pants, but Jarrett curled his fingers inside her hair and drew her back up to his chest. As their bare flesh met, her crotch was stung with a flame of want. And yet, her mind was not as inebriated as it had been an hour ago.

Two desires burned in her now and the truth played out on her face so plainly that Jarrett could read her clearly. He grabbed a handful of her soft tit and rolled it about in his palm. For all her raunchy sexual indulgence that night, she still smelled sweet. Such a heady brew this one was. More gently than usual his nails nipped the ends of her nipples and she thrilled at the sensation. He took a happy bu

d in his mouth and sucked for a time, and she felt again her lower fires react. Her response and his groping aroused him to a lecherous heat and he went at her breasts avidly. In the same way as previous, he lifted the second breast in his hand feeling both its firmness and soft texture. After tweaking the nipple hard enough to smart, he suckled that breast too until there was no doubt of her encouraging response. He then backed off and stared her in the eye. Yes, she was coming out of her drunken daze.

“Sometimes you have to face the truth sober, Mrs. Crowe,” he said. “Tonight, you’re still mine and you’ll do and be everything I want as if you were drunk on me.”

His eyes communicated with a depth of passion she was afraid of, but she was at the same time inspired. He poured out on her such erotic vigor that she could want him with as much desire as he clearly wanted her.

She slithered down his body and grabbed for his pants again and began to feed on the rising flesh that she pulled free. Pulling his trousers even further down until he finally kicked them off, she then dove into his crotch with her mouth and hands both working at a frenzied pace. She needed his feral heat to fuel her own. While suckling Jarrett’s growing organ, she used her hand to jerk the shaft and her tongue moved to the tight package beneath. The air between his thighs was a sour, masculine brew of piss and sweat and pheromones that seemed to make her drunk again and rapacious with her own lust. Her tongue worked its way about the sack, then pulled back and rolled its contents across her palm. She then dove in again with mouth and tongue, pulling the package forward and lapping behind it in the crease.

His groans of satisfaction came from deep in his belly. She knew he was greatly pleasured by these acts and was determined to give more. She found his anus with her tongue and teased the sensitive barrier until he was shrieking and nearly mad for relief.

“That’s it, you whore,” he seethed under his breath.

She was his whore.

“Work that tongue!”

She came up for air several times then dove back again with the persistent desire to have him begging her for more. Her hands, her mouth, her vigorous tongue held him in a rapturous state of near climax for longer than he had the will to bear. Suddenly mad with passion, he grabbed her hair and pulled up, then rolled her over, prying her legs apart with his knees. He planted himself in the warm, clenching center and with just a few swift thrusts found himself coming. The woman was bearing down in a wild spasm that set her body flailing beneath him. Her cries were as vivid as any woman’s he’d heard.

What a find this bitch was! he thought to himself when he collapsed back on the bed to catch his breath.

“You randy little whore,” he purred, then he pulled off the bed to take a piss.

Hannah said nothing. Remnants of her climax came in tiny shock waves. She bit her lip as the shame hit her once more. But no! Was it fair to reproach herself for what was so obvious about her nature? Her mind sought an answer, however, her next torment prevented her from finding it.

She stared up at Jarrett as he finished dressing.

“You’re going to work out just fine,” he said, sounding pleased.

“What do you mean, work out fine?”

He shook his head. “Ah no, Mrs. Crowe, you needn’t worry about anything else just yet.” He turned to the table beside him and opened up a linen napkin. “A little reminder for you while you wait for my return.” He pulled out two long green peppers that were liberally greased with oil.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“You’ll see.” He laid the peppers down while he fastened her wrist and ankle cuffs to the bedposts so she couldn’t escape. Then leaning in, he started to push one of the peppers into her ass. “These will slide right in,” he said, as he then took the second and pushed it into her sloppy cunt. “To start, you’ll feel very little. But once your body absorbs the oil, the pepper oil will slowly leach into your flesh and for a time drive you mad from the burning sting. It’s only temporary, no permanent impairment. If you were at all inclined to defy me or deny the character of the woman you’ve shown yourself to be, Hannah Crowe, then this will punish you and again remind you of what a gloriously sinful harlot you are.”

He left the room cackling with delight, while Hannah waited fretfully for the peppers to do their work.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

One might have thought Hannah would have finally succumbed to Jarrett Cain and his scheme for her. After the last night, he plainly wanted her. But he wouldn’t have her unless she freely gave up the husband she was sworn to. He didn’t need an angry farmer after him, wreaking revenge. He was hoping that by that time, she might have resigned herself to the truth he’d laid out so plainly for her. She’d give up her husband and those silly ideas of virtuousness, finally giving in to what was obviously true about her tainted character. But the man’s illusions were as much pipe dreams as Hannah’s hopes that the nightmare was just that, a terrible dream.

In the morning, completely sober, Hannah gave way to another pang of remorse and guilt. She was crying when Jarrett entered her room.

“What’s this?” he asked.

She stared up at him bewildered, searching her thoughts and feelings, trying to understand how she felt about the man who held her captive. “What is it you see?” she returned.

“Tears.”

“My tears don’t help, but come to me naturally.”

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