Proserpina
I felt him lifting me up, carrying me gently to the washroom; he held me as we stood under the shower, the warm water running over our bodies as we fused our mouths to each other, hungrily.
He grunted, his erection pressing into my belly again as he said against my mouth.
“I am always the Boss. Your Master. Remember that, my little slave.’
I whispered mindlessly, exhausted but happy,
‘If you say so, Master.’
With a snarl, he lifted my breast to his mouth and bit the nipple.
‘The only man who will ride you, the only man whose c*ck you will service, my little wh*re.’
I nodded, gasping as he alternated each word with a nip on my full breasts, his hand straying to my legs. I parted them eagerly and he laughed cruelly.
“So, my little Woman, you want me in your pink pus*y again, eh?’ I swallowed.
I whimpered.
‘Please, Lucien…”
I was begging mindlessly, but there was no shame in the act.
This man with the powerful body and the strong thighs, this man could drive me crazy with just a look, a flick of his thick fingers and he knew it.
He revelled in his power over me. A hand moved, gently stroking my slightly rounded belly and he smiled,
“You will bear me more children, my little bi*ch,”
I shook my head but he captured my mouth and I buried my hands in his hair, raising my hips blindly, rocking them, pleading silently for him to take charge of my body.
He raised his head and surveyed my body, my face before giving a grunt.
“I will punish you, my sweet.’ He whispered against my cheek.
“But not now.’ He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and we kissed mindlessly again.
‘ You are too tired.’
And he rolled onto me in one swift move, plunging his member into me and I could have wept for joy…
Later, as I lay breathing heavily, I sighed and let him wash me, touching my thighs and my sex with infinite gentleness.
***
Lucien
He held her as she slept, a small figure, her soft curves making him aware of how precious she was to him. Her cheek rested on her hand and she was smiling slightly.
Although she had tied him up with all her strength, he had known he could break the bonds easily enough. But he had enjoyed the feeling of having her tease him.
He had allowed her to have the luxury of imagining she was in control.
Until the moment when she had daintily lowered her hips and impaled herself on his c*ck. She had avoided his hot gaze and he had seen the blush creeping up her face.
It had turned him on further. Unbearably so.
After five years of having been f*cked in every way possible by him, she still looked innocent and felt shy before him.
F*ck. She was precious. His Woman.
Then, when she had given him an involuntary gasp as her wet pussy was stretched helplessly to accommodate him, he had felt a hot rush of lust. Of power. He enjoyed breaking into this woman’s tiny c*nt, wet and pink as it was.
He had been helpless with desire and had easily freed himself to f*ck her the way he wanted.
And she had succumbed to him.
Smiling now, he gently ran his large hand over her full hips and rounded ass.
Ah, yes, he was going to enjoy punishing her.
He squeezed her ass cheeks gently and slapped one soft cheek hard; she moaned sleepily,
“Don’t, Lucien, please… I am sorry …’
That did it.
Unable to help himself, he bent to kiss her soft hair, nibbling her earlobe, crazed with passion. He watched greedily, narrow-eyed as her thick, rose-coloured nipples hardened involuntarily.
Turning her over roughly, he kissed her awake.
“Lucien…’ she murmured in mild protest.
‘No, little slave,’ he rumbled, his eager mouth fastening on her taut nipples.
“Time to service the Master.’
She opened her eyes, heavy with sleep and smiled unaware of the seductiveness of her posture, a smile that made him want to have her wrap her mouth around his erection.
He snarled, and clasping her neck, he lowered his head to take her mouth in a punishing kiss.
“Get up and suck me off, my slave.’ He growled.
Her small hands obediently went to his shaft and began to stroke him.
Moving his hands down to her throat, his large hand captured a full breast and he felt his c*ck rear as she whimpered. His balls were heavy with need and he grimaced.
‘I should let her rest, she should sleep,’ he thought but his body was on fire for the woman who was offering herself to him so eagerly, so lovingly.
“Lucien…’ she sighed.
He slipped a hand into her sex and she panted as he began to play with her clit, knowing how she liked it, knowing how far he could go to bring her to the edge.
‘You are my little b*tch.’ He growled, ‘My horny little b*tch.’
‘Yes,’ she breathed, helpless under his clever fingers, barely aware of what he was saying, ‘Yes…’
Her hips bucked as he slipped two fingers into her wet womanhood and when he curled his fingers inside her touching her G spot, she gulped.
He laughed harshly, taking a ripe teat between his teeth, as he grunted.
“Now you need to apologise, my little s*ut, for teasing me.’
He went on, his voice thick with lust,” And then, as punishment, you need to take me in your sweet mouth and drain my c*ck dry.’
He bit a thick taut nipple hard and she sobbed helplessly,
“I’m sorry…I… ‘
He smiled. He was enjoying this, playing with her.
Bringing his mouth to her ear, he bit the lobe and snarled.
‘You have to beg me to forgive you…’
Her body undulating, the large breasts jiggling as she was brought to the edge, she cried,
‘Forgive… me…Master…’
And then she was tumbling over the edge, sobbing his name, clutching his shoulders, sinking her teeth into his arm.
The wildness, the abandoned way she was reacting, evoked an answering response from him. Without hesitating, he swung his strong legs across her and penetrated her wet sex with no foreplay, relishing the sound of her helpless gasp as he stretched her and rode her, his heavy balls slapping her ass as he grunted in pleasure.