The Politician's Wife

She stands in the doorway wearing nothing but the look in her eyes. Audrey Hollander. Wife of the man on the news. Tonight she’s somewhere she shouldn’t be, with a man who knows exactly why. James Deen. Blackmail has a way of stripping people down. She drops to her knees because she has to, opens her mouth because he tells her to. He pushes in deep, holds her head, fucks her throat until spit runs down her chin. He bends her over, works a finger, then two, stretching her ass. She takes it because she has to, because she wants it, because he’s not asking. He ties her wrists, spreads her, makes sure she can’t move. Every thrust after that lands hard, claiming ground that used to be off-limits. He takes what he wants and leaves her wrecked—cum leaking out, marks blooming, body still twitching. She came for the deal. She stayed for the damage.