Proserpina
I rose to my feet shakily, with Lucien gripping my arms to support me, holding me to his sweat-dampened chest. I smiled up at him, licking my lips lasciviously and dimpled widely as I saw the lust in his glazed grey eyes which narrowed dangerously. My lips, I knew, were plump and swollen from my frantic sucking of his large member, but I wanted to tease him further and I received the response I was looking for. Holding me to him, he lowered his head.
“Witch,’ he grunted hoarsely,’ If you do not behave yourself, I swear I shall f*ck you again.’
I laughed openly and he pushed me against the wall, holding me there as he kissed me again.
“Ah, Woman,’ he breathed,” you make me the happiest man in the world… I can taste myself in your mouth… you f*cking give the beast …”
”Hmmm…let me think, is it because I gave you a blow job?’ I grinned and he scowled.
For all the filth and vulgar words he used during our frenzied coupling, he did not like it if I used any such words. I snuggled into his deep chest as he stood, leaning into me, his forehead on mine.
“I have got you a gift,’ he said huskily and I looked into his eyes, startled.
He shifted and hefting me over his shoulder despite my squeals, he carried me to the bed.
Then he laid me down with infinite tenderness, kneeling over me, completely naked. The sight of his powerful member, flaccid but slowly hardening under my loving gaze, made me want to hold him in me forever.
‘A Gift?’ I whispered in bemusement as the weight of his words settled into me. When I met his eyes, I was taken aback by the look on his face, worshipful and tender.
“This is for you.’ he said and taking out a ring, he slipped it onto my finger. I gasped. A simple gold band with a tiny heart, twinkling with diamonds.
‘It’s beautiful…’, I whispered in wonder, turning it this way and that, admiring the way it glowed.
‘And this,’ he growled, and tugging me forward, he slipped a chain, similar to the one he had given me earlier, the one that I had flung at his face when I first heard about Cole. But this one was longer, the key prominent as it fell onto my breasts.
I looked up at him, laughing and he was watching me, a serious expression on his harsh lined face.
‘I would have preferred a collar, a gold one , to show the world who you belonged to…” he said hoarsely and I blushed as he went on, “But I have children…”
I dimpled up at him wonderingly, loving this harsh, cruel man I owned. For it worked both ways.
“But…why…’I began but he was holding my hands above my head as he turned his attention to my erect nipples and I shuddered in desire as he bent to suckle at my breast.
“Lucien,’ I cried as his practised tongue twirled around my tender bud and then bit me hard, making me dance to his ministrations deftly. My hips were bucking and I was aware of my wetness pooling between my legs, slowly leaking down my thighs, and then, sobbing his name, I eagerly parted my legs as he entered me, the thick mushroom head of his c*ck, which I had sucked so lovingly, ramming into me mercilessly as I screamed his name, spiralling into a white, blinding mist of sensations.
*
Later, he scooped me up and carried me to the bath after a long-drawn assault on my body and my senses. As we lay in the bathtub, the soft music playing in the background we soaked in the hot tub. the soft lights in the large bathroom, surrounding the tub, added to the magic of the moment and I sighed languorously. Lucien was sipping a drink and every once in a while, he would take a sip, his eyes narrowed in plesure as he touched me. I felt thoroughly drained and so very satisfied, I smiled dreamily and pressed myself back into him.
I sighed, leaning back in my lover’s arms as he gently soaped my body, tenderly stroking my round belly and then, slipped a hand within my sore sex. I moaned, whimpering,
“Lucien…’
My amorous lover just laughed, lowering his head to my hair and we lay for a while, lost in each other’s arms.
His hand shifted, sliding to my other entrance and I stiffened.
‘No,’ I protested.
He growled, in my ear, nibbling my ear lobe,
“Some day, woman, when you agree to it, I want to f*ck your round a*s. But only when you are prepared for it. ‘
His voice grew hoarse with desire as he went on,
“When I watch that big ar*e of yours as you walk, I want to thrust into you, make you bend and receive me in that tight little hole.’ Behind me, I could feel his c*ck hardening in anticipation. Slowly, I turned to face him, turning around in the water carefully so that the warm water was lapping around my full breasts as I pushed against him.
My hands traced the hard lines of his face, the grey eyes narrowed as they watched me.
‘For you,’ I said softly,’ I will…my Master.’
He grunted in desire and raised my body a little so that my entrance was against his large, thick member that lay now stiff and ready to invade my womanhood, between his powerful legs.
Shifting me slightly, he pushed his manhood into me and I slumped against his shoulders, my breath quickening as I felt the desire flood me.
Raising my head, I went on, meeting his eyes, panting as I murmured,
‘But I need time. I….’
He stopped me with a fierce kiss. When he raised his head, he began to move me, for I was impaled on his member. A finger gently probed my puckered back entrance and I squealed in surprise as he inserted his finger into me.
He smiled tightly at my reaction, his shaft swelling but he continued to push himself into me and I felt an erotic pain and pleasure as he fingered me while I rode him, and he growled,
‘When you say so, woman. Not before that, never before that.’ I nodded weakly, throwing my head back, whimpering as he latched onto a tender nipple and I was lost in the throes of another wild orgasm as my lover carried me to the heights of pleasure, my sex desperately milking his thick shaft as he thrust into me mercilessly.
It was the first time since that disastrous night when he had forcefully had anal intercourse with me; to give him his due, he had refrained from the act all these years.
But this was gentle, teasing and arousing, all at once and I was carried away with the sensation.
*
Melissa had once discussed the topic with me. She had brought along a butt plug, a small bejewelled thingie, and in my innocence, I had stared at it in puzzlement.
“Proserpina, you are such a dinosaur!’ she had cried when she had seen that I was baffled..
And then, she had elaborated as I turned pink in embarrassment, down to my toes.
“It’s fun, it is!’ she had declared, ‘Tristan got me this,’ she went on and she waved the package below my nose and I recoiled in shock.
‘Oh, come on, Proserpina!” she exclaimed, hands on hips, ‘For a mother of seven and being the wife of such a hunk of a Mafia Don, you really are a silly goose! I have three already, and we simply love to lay with them, Tristan and I!”
I had blushed, not really ready to hear about my best friend’s sexual adventures!
She had a habit of using quaint abuses, and I giggled.
But I had felt curious after she left. Touching the brand new butt plug she had left behind for me, I had speculated about it. Now as I curled up beside my husband, tucked into his big body, I smiled.
Maybe, just once?
‘*
“What are you smiling about, Woman?’ he asked, his lips tilting in amusement. I shook my head, too weary and happily drained to respond. But his next words made my lids fly open in shock.
“Is Ria back?’ he asked as he moved to kiss my shoulder..
I shook my head sleepily.
‘She’s at Melissa’s ,’I mumbled and then the phrasing of the question dawned on me. Lucien had not asked me where she was and where she had gone.
Because he already knew.
*
I turned to look at him fully awake.
“Wait, you know where she went?’
He grunted and pulled me into his arms on top of him as he nudged my unbuttoned night shirt open with his jaw. The stubble ground into my soft breasts as I squirmed as he growled,
“To the Town house. With the Capo.’
I lay still, absorbing this information as he moved his head to bite my earlobe, one hand toying with my sore nipple.
“Why did she go there?’ I demanded, trying to sit up. I was dressed in one of his large shirts since my night shirt was a crumpled mess and the shirt had come open..
His grey eyes slid over me lazily, probing my breast with the red bite marks and I felt flustered as always, my nipples automatically hardening to the demand in his eyes. .
‘She wanted to do something important…’
I sat up in agitation but he followed me, tugging me down, his mouth greedily fastening on to my nipple. I pushed at his big, muscular shoulders him but to no avail. Rolling onto me, his shaft already enlarged and ready to enter me, he growled,
‘Later.’
And easily pinned me down, his hands holding my wrists above my head as he pounded into me.
After he had done what he wanted to with my willing body, I panted breathlessly.
“Tell me, Lucien, please.’
He grunted.
“She took the Capo and went to throw out Britney from the Town House.’