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“Push it out, Goddess. Let the doggy clean up Daddy’s cum.”

I fuck Mia’s mouth like it’s her pussy while she pushes back, and my cum lands under her ass. The slave extends his tongue, begging for my cum as he eagerly laps it off the floor.

I hold her down on my dick, letting her gagging sounds wash over me before I pull out. “So pretty, baby.”

“Can I touch your cock? I’ve always wanted to play with a pierced one,” a girl beside me asks.

I laugh. “Not if you want to live.”

I stare down at Mia. Her teeth clench, and her eyes narrow. My girl is looking for a fight, but she doesn’t have to worry about shit. I’d let no one touch me. The idea is so disgusting that it makes me want to hurl. The only woman for me is the pretty one kneeling at my feet.

I gather the trails of salvia falling from her mouth and rub it on her pretty face. “You are the perfect whore for Daddy, aren’t you, pretty girl? You’re the only slut I’ll ever need or want.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Mia hisses, her eyes locked on the woman who dared to ask to touch her man. “I’m your whore. Only yours. And you’re mine, and only mine. "

“Only yours, Goddess. Daddy belongs to you, and so does his cum.”

Mia turns to me, her mouth open as my cum lands on her face, neck, and tongue. “You look like a work of art, slut.”

I tuck my cock back into my pants and tug at the leash, moving past the crowd. The place is full of debauchery. A den of depravity. “You having fun, love?”

“Yes, baby. Thank you for doing this.”

“It’s my pleasure, Goddess. Maybe this isn’t so bad. They seem to abide by the rules.”

We stop at a door, and I fling it open. Inside is a gigantic bed. In the corners are three sofas where various people are fucking, sucking, or self-gratifying. A coat of arms hangs on the wall, with large medieval swords.

“Be a good girl and crawl onto the bed for Daddy.”

Mia shakes her luscious ass for me as she makes her way to the bed, her sexy stomach hanging down and making my damn mouth water. All men have something they’re attracted to. For me, it’s my woman’s supple, full stomach. My cock thickens as I imagine how she’d look with a baby in that perfect round belly.

She crawls onto the bed, presenting her thick ass to me. I walk over to her and smack it, loving how it jiggles for me.

“Ready for another load in that wet, hot cunt?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I discard my suit jacket on the nightstand and roll up my white dress shirt. I turn to see a skinny blond guy hovering over Mia.

At first, I say nothing. I stare, wondering what he’ll do. The rules of the club are that people can watch up close. But then the fucker touches her. His grubby little hands are on my wife’s lower back, right above her ass.

The guy goes to speak, but all that comes out is his scream of agony as I use the medieval sword on the wall to sever his hand.

The entire room shuffles, and people rush out the door. I’m not worried about anyone opening their mouths. This place isn’t exactly on the up and up, and most of the patrons have dark secrets they would kill to keep hidden.

I move the tip of the sword to his jugular. Shoving until he’s seated on a large velvet chair. I grab my belt and bind his wrists, ensuring it’s extra tight to compensate for his severed hand. “Don’t cry, motherfucker. You touch what’s mine, and I take what’s yours.”

Walking over to Mia, I bend and pick up his hand. Tendons surrounded by crimson.

“Was the plan to touch my girl’s ass or her sweet cunt?” I take the severed hand and place it on Mia’s back. “Doesn’t matter. It is Christmas, after all, and I’m in a giving mood.”

With one hand, I pull Mia’s ass cheek open and spit on her asshole. “The only thing going in her hot cunt tonight is my cock.” I work his index finger slowly in her anus, causing her to moan. “It looks like my slut is enjoying your finger up her ass. Is this what you had in mind when you touched what was mine?”

Mia moans as I shove my cock into her pussy, pounding into her without mercy. I’m not fucking her just for her pleasure right now. It’s based on pure ownership and a desire to show her and the motherfucker watching that she’s mine. My queen, my slut, my wife. Fucking mine.

“Who’s your Daddy, slut?”

“You, Daddy. Fuck. Daddy, harder, please. Fuck me harder.”


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