Bondage Mansion (Ferard)

Chapter 42: About Last Night

***Time Stamp: Yesterday-Nighttime***

***Jamia***

"Oh fuck yeah, so tight, just like I like you my little whore!"

Jamia felt her face pushed into the mattress of the playroom. Michael was fucking her hard and she was loving it. He had started out with her up on her hands and knees, but as they progressed she found it more difficult to hold herself up. When she lost her balance and slipped down he popped out of her and when he pushed back in, he was in her ass. She was used to this intrusion now and learned to bare down as if she was in labor. It helped to relax her muscles and make the intrusion easier on her. She knew that Michael didn't care either way. He took the moment to push on her and drape his body over her back. Thankfully he had the good graces to not enter her properly again once he had used her ass. He was a gentleman after all. Jamia had no chance to think anything else as Michael cried out and thrust into her one last time as he came. He slumped over her panting into her ear.

"So good, God so good."

He bit her neck as the aftershock took over him and then he pulled out. She collapsed onto her stomach fully as he stood and closed his pants up. Of course she had to find all of her clothing. Michael had arrived not too long after Frank had taken his walk into the garden. He stated that something was nagging him about the night and that he told his wife he had to be there. Jamia could see the tension in his face and body and immediately dropped to her knees in front of him and begged to let her help him in anyway she could. That was how they ended up in the playroom. During their session, they heard Frank return to his room and from the sounds of it without Gerard. This bothered Michael and he spoke to Jamia at length how disappointed he was in his brother right now. Jamia had suggested that he may be able to help Frank out. It was Jamia's accepted idea to leave the playroom open for Gerard to see when he came to Frank this evening. Jamia knew that the want to go into the room would be too great for Gerard to resist. What she did not expect was the speech that Gerard had the nerve to give to the back of Michael when he thought he was Frank. It horrified her that he could speak like that. Frank had given him everything! He rescued him from a rapist not once, but twice and that was worth nothing to Gerard because Robert had finally seen what he was missing. So Gerard was being fucked well now and he didn't need Frank anymore. Jamia was disgusted!

All these thoughts came to her as she watched Gerard whimpering in the corner of the playroom. He was chained to the wall on his knees recovering from his brother's punishment. Jamia watched and listened to Michael brow beat Gerard while he whipped him. It was nowhere near the level that Frank did, but it was sufficient enough to show Gerard how angry his brother was.

"Whore, I am going to the kitchen to find some sustenance."

"Are you sure I cannot bring anything to you Master?"

"No, I will manage on my own, I need time alone anyway."

With that Michael planted a kiss on her still naked breast and left the room. Jamia finished getting dressed and then made her way over to Gerard. Gerard was limp-wristed against the wall. He had no will to fight left in him. Jamia lifted his head and looked at him. Gerard looked broken, but she knew he was not. She raised her hand and slapped him hard.

"How could you!? You ungrateful wretch! After everything he has done for us! You make me sick Gerard!"

She slapped him again trying to get a sound out of him, but nothing was noted. The playroom stayed with the echo of the slap to his flesh.

"I would whip you myself if you were not above my station!"

"But hitting me is perfectly fine?"