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She smiled seductively. “Then give me something to believe in, Zeno.”
Gathering her in my arms, I rose up and walked to one of the thrones by the fireplace. I sat her down and she automatically reclined back, draping her legs on either side of the armrests.
Splaying her pretty pussy open in invitation.
With her flawless body on display and her drying hair tumbling down her breasts, she looked ripe andmine. The twisted part of me wanted to destroy her birth control pills and fuck her until I impregnated her. The image of Darla’s belly swollen with my seed and her tits heavy with milk made me primal.
I never thought I’d want children, but now?
I wanted to breed this woman and give her as many as she’d like.
Towering over her, I plucked her hand and sucked two fingers into my mouth.
Her breath hitched.
Those slick digits were guided down to her pussy. “Close your eyes and touch yourself,” I demanded. “Imagine it’s me fingering this tight cunt. I want you soaking wet for what’s to come.”
Darla heeded my warning. Lashes fluttering, she rubbed her clit with anmmmnoise.
“Good girl,” I whispered in her ear. “Keep your eyes closed and don’t you dare come without my permission.”
She panted, eyebrows scrunching, but she did not stop playing.
There was a drawer in our shared dresser where we kept all the toys I had custom designed for my wife. I pulled out a black leather paddle and ropes for bondage. Shibari was an art that spiked my intrigue when I entered the BDSM scene and I practiced it often in my twenties.
My cock strained painfully when I imagined my lusty wife tied in various positions like a perfect sub, willing and eager for her exoneration.
I returned to stand behind the throne. Darla was fingering herself and plucking her nipples. Sensing me, she asked, “Can I come now, Master?”
“No.” I yanked her fingers out of her squelching pussy before she actually came.
“W-What are you doing?”
“Giving you a god to believe in,mon trésor,” I rasped in her ear. “Time for your lesson.”
My wife loved when I robbed her of breath and I was all too happy to oblige.
Darla’s inhale was decorated with a hissing flair when my hand shot out to seize her throat. I hauled her off the throne and her fingers scored my forearm, her heartbeat fluttering wildly. A promise of her devious nature coming to the surface.
I forced her to stand before me, facing the fireplace.
When I snapped open the long rope, Darla twitched with excitement. The same way she had when I flogged her on the altar. I draped her hair over one shoulder. “Tell me your safe word.”
“Bold.”
“What did I say about pretty little whores who disobey their masters?” I warned in the curve of her neck, my nose skimming over her pulse point.
“They get punished.” She craned her neck against my shoulder, giving me better access to that slender column.
“You’ve got two choices, pet.” I thrust a finger into her wet pussy and she moaned. “I can put you on your knees and have you deliver ten orisons in between deep-throating my cock, or I can tie you up and paddle your flesh until you’re sanctified.”
There was no hesitation. “I want to be tied.”
My diabolical grin plumed over her jaw. I sensually dragged the rope over her skin, letting her get accustomed to the sensation before bringing her arms behind her back in a lock. Curiosity sketched in Darla’s posture and I pressed a kiss to the back of her head. She may be a cognoscente of my darkness, but this was unchartered territory for my wife.
I needed her to feel at ease.
She remained silent as my fingers bound her wrists and upper chest in a box-tie pattern. I created a harness that would display Darla’s supple body like an arresting composition and treated this moment like a ritualistic act of worship.
