Chapter 31 Venting
Jennifer slept well, but Eugene couldn't fall asleep. He called Layla and told her to come to the apartment right away. Even though she was woken up in the middle of the night, Layla was happy to get up, get dressed, and come over, because Eugene could give her thrills and excitement that ordinary men couldn't.
Layla saw the mess in the room and asked in a sweet voice, "What made you so angry?"
Eugene looked up at her with a gloomy expression. "Don't bullshit. Get over here."
Layla obediently knelt at his feet, took off her trench coat to reveal the lingerie underneath - a black and red bunny girl outfit. Her body was smoking hot, the tiny fabric on her chest stretched so tight it looked ready to burst. Black fishnet stockings with garters and red-bottomed high heels were enough to tempt any man.
Sure enough, desire appeared in Eugene's eyes. He grabbed Layla's chin and smeared her red lipstick. "You slutty woman, can't wait, can you?"
Layla looked at him seductively, leaning against his knee. "I think about you every day, my master, wanting you to take care of me."
She and Eugene had met in a BDSM community and maintained a dom-sub relationship for two years. Every time Eugene got frustrated with clients, he would play domination games with Layla to let off steam. The angrier he was, the harder he hit, and the more satisfied Layla became.
At first, she approached Eugene to steal Jennifer's boyfriend, but gradually, she found she couldn't leave him. Through one domination game after another, she truly became dependent on Eugene. Both her physical and mental thresholds had been raised - ordinary sex couldn't satisfy her anymore. She had become a slave to desire.
Eugene put his finger in her mouth, and she immediately licked and sucked enthusiastically, as if it were a delicious lollipop, though Eugene's finger only had a faint tobacco and salty taste.
After a bit of tongue play, he put a collar on her and led her to the bedroom. Layla crawled after him, careful to avoid the glass, and gave soft dog-like sounds whenever he looked back.
Eugene's anger cooled a bit. He stroked her head and said, "Good girl, what reward do you want?"
"I want to taste it." Layla's eyes were hooked on his erect cock, licking her lips. Aria had been clinging to him lately, and she hadn't been in Eugene's bed for a long time.
What Eugene loved most was her beast-like gaze, with undisguised desire in it. Her ambition was somewhat like his.
Of course, Layla came from poverty, her vision and mind couldn't compare to his at all, which was exactly why he could completely control her.
Although Aria loved him, she often acted spoiled in front of him, sometimes annoying him. But for the support of Vitality Pharmaceuticals Group, he could only humor her.
Aria could bring him money and power, Layla could satisfy his physical desires - every woman around him had her function.
As for Jennifer, he didn't love her. But with her, he could experience the illusion of "love," just like the wedding vows said. "For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow." She used to be like that, but now she didn't love him anymore!
Eugene whipped Layla hard on the back. It was a special soft whip that quickly left red marks on her body.
Layla threw her head back and cried out in pleasure and pain. "I want more."
Eugene mercilessly left several red marks on her back and buttocks. Layla moaned repeatedly, making him burn with desire.
Finally, he sat on the edge of the bed and unzipped his pants. Layla immediately crawled over, took his cock in her mouth like she was starving, and worked it hard. He pressed her head down, thrusting deep into her throat. The pain and smell made Layla shed tears of excitement.
Eugene released once in her mouth, then tied her to the bed, dripping wax and whipping her body.
Layla writhed and moaned on the bed, her clothes still on but exposing sensitive areas. Her nipples were red and swollen, covered with wax. The artistic rope knots made her soft flesh bulge out, full of sexual desire.
Eugene patted her buttocks, and Layla immediately knelt on the bed, raising her red-marked rear high and shaking it in front of his face. Eugene sneered, slapped and roughly squeezed a few times, forcing Layla to make unsatisfied begging sounds, then he thrust hard into her vagina from behind.
What followed was crazy pounding, Eugene's roars and Layla's moans blending together. The long-unused iron bed made rhythmic sounds.
The neighbor who was woken up banged on the wall, but the couple didn't hold back at all. He could only curse angrily, put on headphones, and try to fall asleep.
The next morning, woken by the alarm clock, Jennifer groggily hummed a few times.
Francis, who was reaching to turn off the alarm, cupped her face and kissed her, asking with a smile. "Want to sleep a bit more?" Jennifer's forehead wasn't hot anymore, but she had just recovered from a cold and should rest more.
But her stomach growled. She hadn't eaten dinner last night and was starving now. She sat up awkwardly. "I should get up." After a night's sleep, two buttons on her shirt had come undone. The loose collar slipped from her shoulder, revealing her shoulder and collarbone, still marked with his kiss marks.
Francis smiled and reached out to hold her delicate shoulder, rubbing it twice. "I think you don't want me to get up, teasing me first thing in the morning."
Jennifer blushed. She had heard that men's desire was strongest in the morning, and didn't know if Francis was serious or joking.
Last night he had been considerate of her illness and didn't make love to her, but if he wanted to now, she couldn't refuse. It was just that making love in broad daylight - she had never tried that before.
When she was with Eugene, she would only undress after the lights were off. But now with Francis, they didn't have an equal relationship as a couple.
Francis pulled her collar back in place and tapped her nose. "What are you thinking? I have to go to work. I'll deal with you properly when I get back tonight."
After saying this, he got out of bed without hesitation and sent a message asking the butler to bring two breakfasts over. The luxury apartment he lived in provided a butler for each owner to handle various daily matters.
Jennifer followed him into the walk-in closet and very obediently selected a matching tie for him. Francis looked at her approvingly and asked, "Can you tie a tie?"
Jennifer softly said yes, so Francis lowered his head to let her help. She stood on her tiptoes and tied a half-Windsor knot for him.
Francis looked in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction. "Nice work." Jennifer had learned how to tie various knots for Eugene before. With her good taste and nimble fingers, following the same steps, the tie knot she made was just more full and refined than when Francis tied it himself.