Her plea was imbued with immorality.
My heathen wife clearly had a religion.
Me.
Addressing me as her lord incited more blood to rush south. I had no choice but to wrap my fist around my erection and jack off to the littleuhnoises she gasped while smothering my face in the most divine pussy on Earth.
My nose bumped her clit as I lapped her essence. Feeling her seconds away from kingdom come. “Now swear you’ll never keep yourself away from me again.”
I wedged my tongue into her pussy and urged her to ride it. She did with swiveling hips and the kind of moans that deserved to be recorded for the afterhours. The next time I flew to France for business, I’d make sure to record her coming so I could replay it on a loop while I fucked myself.
“You like sitting on Master’s face?” I crooned, slapping her ass while tonguing her tight hole. “You like being his dirty fucktoy?”
“Oh, God. Yes. Yes. I love it.”
“Tell me who owns this pussy.”
“You, Master Zeno!” Darla’s movements grew jerkier and I knew she was right there. “Can I please come? Please. Please. Please.”
“Give me the words first,dolcezza.”
“I’ll never keep myself away. I’m yours. Forever. I promise.” Darla choked on her mixture of moan-scream and ground one final time on my mouth before letting go. “Zeno!”
Her cum flooded my mouth like a potent elixir. I grunted and slurped every drop like it was the only sustenance I’d ever need.
Darla was chanting incoherent words as I kissed her spasming flesh, a silent apology for how hard I was about to destroy it with my cock.
“You’re not forgiven, pet,” I stated, taking one final lick of her wet slit.
She whined endearingly, but it was all a game. My wife didn’t want to be forgiven so soon. Not until she’d been ridden through another round of angry sex to balance out the saccharine lovemaking in the maze.
Sliding my head out from the seat, I stood up to full height, licking my lips to catch every remnant of her cum. I lowered my pants and unfastened the ropes keeping her arms and upper chest caged.
Darla’s sated expression said she enjoyed being tied at my mercy.
“You look thoroughly debauched.” I bit her earlobe and she emitted a needy sound. “Like an innocent virgin who just broke her chastity vow for the first time, baby.”
“Please, fuck me. I need you so bad.”
Prolonging the inevitable was only torturing us both. Coming behind her, I banded a forearm around her waist and canted her hips, rubbing my crowned tip over her prepped pussy.
“Take me. Make me yours, Zed.”
I plunged deep in one smooth stroke.
My wife screamed and arched her back.
“Darla,” I groaned, her walls gloving me like a noose.
My spine tingled with the telltale signs of my impending release, but I held back, not ready to come yet.
My other hand travelled up the elegant line of her back, over the nape of her neck, where I buried all five fingers into her hair and tugged. Leaning forward, I asked in her ear, “Who do you serve, now and forever?”
She tilted her head to graze her mouth with mine. “Mon seigneur, I serve you.”
Those enchanting brown eyes toyed with my soul. “Good girl. Now grab the throne and fuck me for your salvation.”
Her shaky hands clenched the backrest of the throne.