As Nathan spoke, he stroked Crystal's thigh. He started at her knees and slowly made his way to the hem of her panties. He had wanted to do this to her for a long time, but up until now, he had been at her mercy. But now that the table had turned, he was free to do to her what he wanted to. And now, after everything she had put him through, he felt like hanging her up and slapping her ass until she begged for his mercy.
Too much work - he thought, and without further delay, he pushed her panties aside and forced himself inside her. She was sopping wet, and he slid in easily, but the expression on her face suggested that she was in a great deal of pain. There was a measure of pleasure in her pain, though it vexed her to know that he knew that.
"Do you know what I want to do to you now?" Nathan whispered. "I'll give you a hint: Once I'm done, you won't be able to walk for three days."