Chapter 160 - 159: Pamela 8

Chapter 160: Chapter 159: Pamela 8

"Keep doing that, Auntie. I love the view," Owen said, leaning back slightly to take in every detail of her movements.

"Ah... this is so embarrassing," Pamela complained, her cheeks flushing bright red as her body shivered under his gaze. "You’re watching me from behind while I do this ridiculous dance..." Despite her hesitation, she continued swaying her hips rhythmically, unable to disobey his demand.

"It’s all for the sake of earning your reward, Auntie," Owen replied with a quiet smirk. "Don’t worry about a thing and keep it up. I’m glad to see you performing so well for me."

"Ah... please," Pamela whimpered, her movements growing more urgent and unrestrained. "Fuck me... I need to feel you inside me right now."

"Let me enjoy the view a little longer, Auntie," Owen said coolly. "Besides, before we get to that, it’s time for our Q&A session to officially begin."

He leaned down and spat a mouthful of saliva onto her tight opening, using his hand to spread the slick moisture evenly to prepare her.

"W—what?" Pamela gasped, her voice trembling. "I... I don’t know if I can answer all your questions right now..."

"Of course you can, Auntie. Now, are you ready for the first one?"

"Ah... yes! Just ask whatever is on your mind..." Pamela held onto the frame of the chair with every remaining bit of her strength, her knees shaking so badly she felt on the verge of collapsing. "And please... spank me. I need to feel your touch."

"Heh, so eager to be disciplined," Owen chuckled. "I’ll gladly reward you once I’m satisfied with your answers."

"Please..." she pleaded, her breathing short and shallow.

"For the first question: Have you ever performed a dance like this in front of your husband?" Owen asked, sliding two fingers along her passage. Her natural responsiveness never failed to amaze him.

"Ah! What kind of question is that?" she gasped out, squirming against his touch.

"Just answer me directly. Don’t stall."

"Ah... of course not!" Pamela confessed breathlessly. "This is... this is the very first time I’ve ever done anything like this."

"That’s good to hear," Owen purred, satisfied with her honesty. "Now, how about making this dance exclusive to me from now on? I’m possessive, Auntie—I have no intention of sharing what’s mine with anyone else."

Owen was uncompromising when it came to the women in his life. In his mind, once he claimed someone, they belonged entirely to him, regardless of any past relationships.

"Ah... okay," Pamela surrendered, her resistance crumbling under the weight of her arousal. "This dance... it belongs only to you."

"Good answer. That’s worth a proper reward—two spanks, to be precise."

Owen raised his palm high, aiming for the fullest part of her rear, and brought it down firmly.

Pah! Pah!

"Ah! I... I can’t think straight!" Pamela cried out, the sharp sting sending a rush of intense heat through her entire body.

"That’s a normal reaction for a shameless woman like you," Owen teased, squeezing her soft flesh tightly in his grip, letting it bulge through his fingers.

What an incredible body, Owen thought silently. How could that pathetic fool neglect someone like her? His loss is my gain—she’s entirely mine now.

"Tell me, Auntie," Owen continued, leaning close to her ear. "Can you live without my discipline now? Tell the whole world how addicted you’ve become to my touch."

"I can’t... I can’t live without it, Owen!" Pamela whimpered, her pride completely shattered. "I want you to spank me every single day... I need your palm on my skin."

"Now for the second question," Owen said, his tone shifting into something more serious and commanding. "Promise me that I am the only man permitted to touch your body or use your pussy from this day forward." He wanted to cut off her husband entirely, ensuring that his property remained exclusively his.

"Ah... I... I can’t promise that, Owen," Pamela stammered, panic lacing her voice. "I’m still married to your uncle... it’s only natural that he... you know... every once in a while..."

Even though it rarely happened, she struggled with the societal expectation of being a faithful wife.

"That is a very disappointing answer, Auntie," Owen said coldly. His hands left her body as he slowly stepped back, turning as if he were completely losing interest in her. "Do you want me to walk away right now?"

"No! Don’t go!" Pamela cried out, turning around frantically as pure desperation took over. "Please don’t leave me like this... I’ll do it! I’ll promise!"

"You can’t just take back your words whenever it suits you, Auntie," Owen said casually, keeping his distance to teach her a lesson. "I’m not so desperate that I’ll settle for second place. Don’t ever assume you’re the only woman available to me."

He made his stance blatantly clear. While he cared for her, he refused to play the role of a passive admirer. He expected total devotion, and he knew exactly how to make her surrender her final reservations.

"I... I didn’t mean it like that! Please forgive me!" Pamela begged, tears of frustration and overwhelming arousal welling in her eyes. "I won’t let him touch me ever again! I promise! Just please... don’t walk away from me."

"Hmm... that sounds much better," Owen replied, stepping back in. "I don’t like repeating myself, so you know exactly what you need to do, right?"

"Yes..." Pamela whimpered, leaning against him eagerly. "I’ll tell him I’m exhausted every single night... I won’t let him look at me, and I won’t let him near my body ever again."

Without waiting for his prompt, Pamela shifted her hips and carefully aligned her entrance with his heavy length, trying to guide him back inside her.

"Very good," Owen purred, holding her waist and giving a slow, shallow thrust to test her tightness. "Now, how about we move this session somewhere more meaningful? Let’s take this to the bed you share with your husband."

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ah! Please..." Pamela gasped, her mind reeling as he began a deep, steady rhythm inside her. "Let me... let me think about that one..."

"I’m not a monster, Auntie," Owen chuckled softly, driving deep into her warmth until she couldn’t hold back her moans. "I’ll give you time to adjust to the idea. But don’t ever think you can escape from me... especially not after you’ve tasted what real satisfaction feels like."