Jennifer couldn't take it anymore. "Jack…" she purred, her voice thick with desire. She stepped closer, her hand already raised, her eyes dark with anticipation.
"Please… can I do it… once?" There was a hint of mischief in her voice, but also something darker—need, maybe, or the lingering sting of Kate's earlier slap. "She just slapped me… I also want to try it."
I didn't answer. Instead, I nodded, my hand still resting possessively on Kate's hip. Jennifer didn't need any more encouragement. She stepped forward, her palm already raised, and then—
SMACK!
Her hand connected with Kate's left cheek, the sound even sharper than mine had been. Kate cried out, her body jerking forward, her fingers clawing at the fabric beneath her.
"Aaah—! I… am sorry… I won't do it again…" Her voice was a broken moan, her words trembling with submission. But there was no anger in her voice—only the raw, unfiltered need to be ours.
