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When Dreads fell on the floor Raniero stood to his full height and turned to face me. He was breathing heavily and he was covered from head to toe in blood. A surge of pride ran through me, both that he could take on that many people, and the fact that he did it to protect me. To keep me from having to do something I didn’t want to do. He really would do whatever it took to protect me.
He sauntered over to me and kissed me, touching my chin with his blood-covered hand. It was gentle and sweet, everything one wouldn’t expect after a spectacle like that.
“I told you you could trust me.” He said and I grinned. I couldn’t help it. I was probably fucked up for doing so after he had killed three men and was kissing me with blood all over his hands and face, but I didn’t care. He had done what he said and had gone above and beyond what I had expected he would do.
“You did.” I kissed him again. “Thank you.”
He gave me a look full of something heavy, something important, and then stepped behind me. I heard the knife clatter on the floor and then seconds later his hard cock was pushing into me from behind. I gasped and his hand wrapped itself around my neck squeezing just enough to lessen my airflow. He pulled out of me and then slammed back in, using the hand thatwasn’t on my neck to pull my hips back to him. His fingers dug into my skin and I knew they would bruise, but I didn’t care. He fucked me harder than he ever had. He slapped my ass, he used the ropes to pull me back onto his hard length. He choked me until I almost passed out and I loved every second of it.
I came twice before he slipped out of me and picked up the knife. Then he began cutting the ropes from me, but slowly, and as he did so he left little scratches, marks that barely even hurt with how sharp the knife was. He had cleaned the knife on his boxers before he did so, but I could still see the smudges of dark red on the blade.
When he finally cut my hands free, I fell forward and he gently guided me to the floor, laying me on my back. I looked up at him as he entered me again, parting my legs wide enough so that he could see himself pump in and out of me. I arched my back on the concrete and gasped. It felt like he was filling every part of me like had could fuck himself right through me.
“You are mine.” He growled and I nodded.
“I am yours.” I agreed and felt a third orgasm coming on.
“You are my property.” He continued and I nodded again, sounding breathier to my ears by the second.
“I am your property.”
“You are my wife.”
“I am your wife.”
“Now tell me what you said earlier.” He ordered and his movements sharpened, his rhythm changing. He was nearing his climax too and I wanted to meet him there, but I didn’t understand what he was asking for. I looked up at him, confused.
“What?”
“What did you tell me before all this started? When I was done… tying you to the chain?” He grunted. He was so close and I was too, moving my hips up to meet his every thrust so that hiscock kept stroking over that one little spot that drove me wild. Finally, I understood.
“I love you.”
“Again!” He shouted and drove inside me harder. I yelped as he pulled me completely off the floor and into his lap, changing the position so that I could ride him. He was giving me more control. I bounced up and down, using his shoulders for leverage as I drove myself onto him over and over.
“I love you Raniero. I love you. I love you..” It became my chant and as I came for the third time, he came too, bucking inside me, spilling his cum inside me. I stayed in his lap, my legs wrapped around him, my arms wrapped around his neck, my head on his shoulder while we both regained breath. After a few moments, a roar erupted around us and suddenly I was aware of where we were again.
We were in a basement with about 200 or more people watching us have sex on the floor where three dead men were laying because my husband killed them for trying to fuck me. Right. We were now both covered in blood and dirt and other things, we were naked and we had just put on one hell of a show.
Raniero tapped my back and I stood up so that he could get up as well. That was when Zane came rushing towards us, grinning from ear to ear.
“Well done Raniero! I must say, I was a little worried that it was going to be a bit tame at first, what with you tying her up the way she was, but man, you pulled out a show stopper!” Zane exclaimed and slapped Raniero on the shoulder.
“Thank you, I really appreciate that.” Raniero offered then gestured to the bodies on the floor. “Sorry about the mess.”
“Nonsense! Totally worth it. Wish I had recorded it! The way the Asian kid ran out of here! Seriously, hotdamndude! Way to go. And the end? The way Anita comes undone when you makeher cum is a thing of beauty. I must have you both for a private party sometime!”
“Thank you for the invitation Zane, really, but I think I am the only man allowed to touch her from now on. I tend to get…. Murdery when I see other men’s hands on her.” Raniero explained then tilted his head to Drake, who happened to be the closest body. Zane chuckled and nodded.
“Yes, I can see that. Well… maybe another time. I’ll take care of the mess. You two go home and take a shower! You’ve earned it!” Zane insisted and laughed, heading towards the elevator. People filed out of the room behind him, getting in the elevator. Reniero moved across the room to collect our clothes and he handed my dress to me. We quickly got dressed and left the place as soon as we could. We got a few looks as we left, but that wasn’t surprising. We were both covered in blood and probably looked like we had been fucking on a concrete floor.
Yes… We needed to shower.
Raniero
Irolled over and studied Anita’s face, searching for doubt uncertainty, or even regret.
“Are you sure you are okay?” I asked, possibly for the hundredth time. She rolled her eyes at me and smiled like she had done the last dozen times I asked.
