Punishment For Two 4 (Patreon)

Normandie stared at him, her mind swirling like the flames of a raging pyre. Whatever battle plans she’d drawn up were now in total disarray. Her control of her innermost desires had broken apart like bread in the mouth of a hungry dog. And now, being confronted by the shattering closeness of his masculinity utterly lanced through her usual reserve to fill her with both fear and desire.

Normandie was on the edge of meltdown—not sure if she should run screaming away from the unpleasant truths he had visited on her or throw herself at his feet and beg for him to once more make an attempt to breach her walls. She was sure they were weak enough now to let him through…

Pat was merciless: “I’ll fuck the Dragon Lady until hell freezes over if it stays one-tenth as good as it was while you were watching!” he snapped, and saw the wounded tears fill Normandie’s eyes before rolling down her cheeks.

Normandie tried to curtail her own crying, feeling it was adding insult to injury, but she felt too wretched for self-control. Pat was right about her. She’d used him… used him by not using him… and now, pathetically, she’d tried to wrench him away from the Dragon Lady merely to use him as a fantasy object.

Normandie was ashamed of herself, ashamed of her pettiness and her lust both—it seemed a fitting punishment to let the tears flow freely, pouring from her like a cleansing rain. A woman sobbing brokenly beside the man she had rejected and been rejected by.

Dimly she realized that Pat had settled onto his hands and knees, reaching out to touch her shoulder as he bent over her. He’d relented in his callous onslaught against her self-image and in the sudden vacuum, Normandie smelled the scent of his cleansed body and saw the fullness of his manhood within his shorts. She cried deeply for what she had lost and was now being taunted with.

***

Pat felt the heat coming off Normandie’s luscious flesh and he dared to sample it, pulling the woman up. He knelt there, hugging her, and she crumpled in his arms, her quivering body giving off an enticing heat. She was as good to the touch as she was to look at.

Pat wanted to laugh, remembering how he’d thought of this woman as an untouchable iceberg. The Dragon Lady would no doubt be pissed at him, assuming this wasn’t one of her byzantine plots… Normandie first graced with the sight of Lai indulging herself, then making time with her man! But Pat could not even try to resist this golden opportunity to finally settle his account with Normandie Drake and see what came of all the desire that had passed between them.

The blood of his erection throbbed like mad, doing far more than hardening his cock, while his balls ached with anticipation. He wouldn’t be able to go much longer without release, satisfied or not—he was either going to screw this woman or shoot his wad right in front of her.

“Hey,” he whispered in her ear. “Hey, Listen, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things. I like that we’re friends… good friends…”

His words were a long and cunningly arranged flow of honey, mesmerizingly dripping into Normandie’s ears. Working with his nearness and his undress and his undeniable lust to have an effect on Normandie that he had once thought she was immune too. Still holding her in his arms, he stroked the silky skin of her shoulders and arms, keeping up his soft intonations like a magician casting a spell.

“Don’t think about it, Normandie… don’t think about the way the Dragon Lady and I looked to you, the way I entered her, sliding in and out, the way she held me so tight, wanting more…”

Normandie’s warm breasts pressed to Pat’s body, her nipples hardening slightly against his chest, and Pat smiled lasciviously while he kept up his softly enthralling words. He knew that no matter what he said, he was making Normandie think of what she’d seen—the tormented woman thought hard about how he’d fucked Lai and that mental image made her want the same treatment. Her arousal might’ve been unwanted, but she damn sure seemed to enjoy it… Normandie was going nowhere, but pressing herself harder into Pat’s embrace, listening even more keenly to the hypnotic sound of his voice.

Pat kept stroking her shoulders, sliding his hands lightly and easily down her flanks, knowing it was generating the required electricity inside her. “Don’t think about it, Normandie… I was fucking Lai, but you can’t think about that… it’ll only overexcite you…”

***

Normandie sobbed against his chest, finding a comfort in being touched, which turned into an enjoyment of needing to be comforted. She whimpered softly, not just turned on but pleasured by his whispered words.

There was a twitch deep at her core, her treasonous sex growing damp, that moisture spreading to her soft inner thighs. She tried to will herself not to be wet, not to be tingling, but Pat’s speech kept the well-fucked Dragon Lady a constant in her mind. Normandie undeniably envied her and her lack of sexual repression. She couldn’t marshal her willpower when her body… and that sensual memory… were against her.

Pat brought his hand slowly up against the ripe swell of her breast, squeezing the pliant flesh through her light dress. There was a sharp intake of breath, a shudder of excitement transfixing Normandie’s body, and she stiffened as if to become even more an object for Pat to touch and manipulate as he saw fit. And Pat did, freely caressing her tit, running his thumb across her nipple. His cock swelled obscenely in his boxers, pounding with anticipation of the conquest he knew was almost his.

A last shrill siren in Normandie’s mind penetrated the languid surrender Pat had brought about in her. “My husband!” she gasped, trying to locate her body in the haze of sensations that were divorcing her from any possible action she could take.

“He doesn’t matter now. You might be his wife, but you’re mine… simply mine… you want it that way, don’t you? You want me to have you like I had Lai. That’s why you watched us together. That’s why you stared at me just now. Be honest with yourself, Normandie. You don’t just want me, you want to be mine.”

“Oh Lord…” Normandie moaned, still trying to fight her way back to her senses. She jackknifed against him, twisting her hips, turning away from him, trying to get clear of him and his hard, taunting erection which always seemed to be bearing down on her, an inevitable destination for her helplessly falling body…

But as she tried to get loose, her lips brushed against Pat’s mouth. He did not let the opportunity go. He kissed her brutally, grinding his mouth into hers, sliding his tongue forward to enticingly find hers.

No… this is mad… he did this with the Dragon Lady… I’m not like her…! Normandie thought in a crazed rush, but her mouth and lips and tongue already felt like Pat’s, to do with as he liked, to thrill with such pleasure that it felt like an assault on her senses.

He was young and strong and his urges were young and strong. Her needs were hungry, long denied. All the confines of society and common sense fell away in the face of something so primeval. She let Pat run his tongue mercilessly into her mouth, big hands cupping her proud breasts, drawing out the tiny, impassioned mewls that his kiss seemed to feast on.

Pat’s fingers pushed her dress up her body, uncovering her nylon panties and then reaching inside them, touching the soft, silken hair of her pubic thatch. He moved his hand even lower, touching with his middle finger the warm, damp entrance of her excited cunt.

Normandie closed her eyes, not sure if she was trying to block out the sudden, heated sensation or allow it to engulf her… it didn’t matter… either way, everything became a blur whirling around her… she couldn’t stop it now… she didn’t want to…

Unthinking, she spread her legs, opening the smoothness of her inner thighs to Pat’s softly sampling touch. She felt the heat of desire deep inside her belly, felt it mingle with the blistering heat coming off of Pat’s angry engorgement, all of it blending with the warm air of the fading day touching her now bared sex, drawing another ripple of wonderfully luscious feeling up from her flesh.

“God, how I want you,” Pat groaned.

Normandie felt like her entire body was on fire. Shame pulsed in her body, insistent but ineffectual, losing to the unaccustomed wantonness filling her loins. Pat touched her moistly throbbing cunt deeper and deeper, with a depraved certainty that she would allow it.

I’m a whore… a slut… an adulteress… Normandie told her as her capitulation grew more and more erotic. I can’t help myself… I can’t stop… he’s making me do this… it’s so sick… I want him to make me… so wrong… oh God, I’m gonna come!

She moaned out loud and struggled feebly, only able to roll with the shudders going through her luscious body as Pat continued to finger her hungrily clasped womanhood. “Oh! Ahh! OH!” Normandie keened helplessly, feeling more of his long fingers invading her body.

“You want my cock now, Normandie?” Pat asked, his solicitude lorded over her far more domineeringly than any sneer. This was not her husband, not any man doing this to her, but Pat Ryan, her best friend, the one she loved. He’d always been so good to her… and now he was taking just as good care of her cunt.

“No… don’t ask me that… don’t let me… give in…!”

But Pat had to, he simply had to. This confrontation had pushed their bond to the brink. He sensed that he had to either demand a response from her now or lose her forever. And the animal instincts that had made her his rejoiced at Normandie’s humbled surrender. He moved his fingers even more luridly inside her tender, sucking sex.

“You’ve already given in, Normandie. Tell me you want my cock. Say it like the Dragon Lady said it!”

Normandie moaned once more, her whole body roiling around his burning fingers. “Oh God, GOD!”

“Tell me you want to be fucked! Tell me you want my big dick inside you!”

His carnal words brought her need to the forefront, left no room for anything else when the lust he’d instilled in her mastered Normandie’s mind. “Oh yes, fuck me, Pat, yes!” she cried hysterically. “Fuck me like you fucked that bitch while I watched!”

Pat scooped Normandie up in his powerful arms. Before she knew what was happening, he’d carried her a short distance to the reeds growing along the shoals of the pond. He dropped her unceremoniously there, where the tall reeds would provide a measure of privacy, even intimacy, and gazed down at her with rapturous intent.

She was sprawled there, her dress still huddled up at her slim waist, her panties already down her thighs. Pat could see her vulnerable pussy, displayed so openly it was practically an offering again.

“Tell me again!” Pat grunted, dropping his boxers to let out his thick endowment and then peeling off his shirt. “Tell me again what that little pussy of yours wants!”

Pure, salacious need ripped through the final layer of Normandie’s defenses like they were tissue. She looked up through teary eyes at Pat—at his giant maleness jutting up above her—at the oozing drop of precum signaling its hardened readiness to take her—and her mind was lost in willing servitude to the overt sexuality Pat wielded.

Without consideration, without any sign of a will of her own, Normandie heard herself say: “Yes, Pat! I want you! I want you to fuck me, come inside me, make me come too! Fuck me hard, just like you fucked the Dragon Lady! Make me your woman, just like she is!”