I was ready for redemption.
And my wife, for her goddamn salvation.
I rewarded her with a hot kiss on her abused lips and walked towards the end of the altar, sweeping my fist down my hard length.
“Please, fuck me,” Darla murmured in the deafening silence, her thighs split open to reveal my favourite heaven. “I’m yours. All yours.”
I grabbed her waist, dragging her down so her ass dangled on the edge of the altar and her arms were pulled tautly behind her by the chains.
“Now you’re forgiven,mon ange.” I impaled her with one vicious drive of my cock, conquering every inch of her dripping pussy.
She screamed with gratification.
I withdrew until my tip kissed her opening and slammed deep again, molding her insides to my shape. She released another cry that rang in my skull like a fucking choir, teasing the side of me that loved seeing her ravaged under my servitude.
“Zeno.” She snapped her hips like she wanted to push out my cock. She only succeeded in driving me deeper. “It’s too much!”
“Ma petite salope,” I growled. She fit like a hot, silky dream, her tightness wringing me. “J’ai toujours envie de toi.Je suis obsédépar toi.”
Darla’s body thrashed in the restraints. “Embrasse-moi. J’aime quand tu m’embrasse.”
Groaning, I dived down to kiss her, holding back from marauding her cunt. “What else do you like?”
“I like when you fuck me like you’re trying to break me,” she panted, twining her tongue with mine in a filthy kiss. “I like when you say mean things and treat me like I’m your…toy.”
I wrenched my mouth from hers and she protested.
A depraved grin curled my lips.
I grabbed her jaw in a rough squeeze to kill any complaints and pulled out inch by inch, watching her face transform into an erotic portrait of pain, surprise, and desire.
“I’m going to despoil you all night long, Darla. It’s going to hurt in the best way possible. And I will not stop until you’ve come multiple times on my cock like the pretty little whore you are,” I warned, my grate fanning over her damp cheek. “I want you screaming and crying and telling me how good it feels to be your Master’s plaything. Now part your thighs wide like you’re ready for your penance, wife.”
“Oh, God. Oh, God.” She spread her thighs as much as she could in her shackles. “Please.”
“Not God.” I thrust inside her with an unholy drive. “Zeno.”
My wife screamed louder than ever, jerking in the chains, vocalizing her pleasure as always.
Grabbing hold of that sensuous body, I started pounding hard, fucking her with all the savage might of a man who’d been kept from his sanctuary for far too long.
Back arched, mouth falling open with sweet cries, body shaking, Darla looked like a spoiled queen fulfilling her marital duties as I pistoned inside of her like a king coming home from war. Her slick pussy pulsed like it was trying to milk the cum out of me. The way she responded to my fervour by rocking her hips was evidence enough that my wife missed and needed me as much as I missed and needed her.
“It’s blasphemous how your cunt looks stuffed full of my cock, pet,” I snarled, my cross swinging between us with each feral thrust. “How your body is bathed in my wrath and your mouth red from being defiled. But you’re a sinner like me, aren’t you? This is your heaven, little angel.”
Darla was helpless, taking the brunt of my fucking and enjoying every minute of it. “S-Slow down,” she whined teasingly. “Be gentle, Master.”
“But you’re taking me so fucking good. I can’t help but fuck it hard,” I taunted, licking the tears escaping the confinements of her mask, while brutalizing her near-virgin pussy.
“Zeno!”Head thrown back, Darla moaned like a courtesan getting railed by her favourite cock.
“My wife is so tight and wet, and she loves it rough, doesn’t she?” I kissed her with everything I was worth. “My good girl loves to tease me with what I want so fucking bad.” I groaned into her mouth. “Playing chess with me in tiny dresses that barely cover your tits, knowing I’m dying for a taste. Crossing your legs extra tight every time you make a move because you know one flash of that sweet pussy and I’ll drop down to my knees like a beggar.” I slapped her tit and clutched her neck, giving her a series of fast thrusts. “You like playing games with me?”Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. “You like getting me worked up, you pretty little whore?”Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. “Now you have to pay the price. Now you have to take it hard and so deep, you never forget what it feels like to have me inside of you.” I growled, bouncing her body on my lap with jarring pumps. “Every time you sit down tomorrow, all sore and satisfied, I want you to remember that the only absolution for naughty girls is a long, disciplinary ride on Master Zeno’s big fucking cock.”
My hips punched my shaft inside her softness in a ravenous rhythm as I alternated between rubbing and pinching her clit. Darla’s voice was a mixture of strangled cries and feminine moans. The obscene noise of her squelching arousal and the slapping sounds of our bodies fueled the tempest.
“Yes!” Her breasts bobbed. I licked and sucked a nipple into my mouth. “Make it hurt. I want it. I need it.”
“That’s my girl. You’re getting ready to let go, aren’t you?”