Page 60 of Anorthic Anarchy

When you’re not sure of who the real enemy is, everyone looks like they’re out to get you.

She presses her lips to mine, then grips the back of my neck and forces her face into it. Heat from her breath moistens my skin as she mumbles, “I think we should make shepherd’s pie.”

My arms embrace her as I spoon some of the soup. “Here. Bite.” Slotting the utensil between her plush lips, I smile. “Is that what your mother made you?”

The tip of her pink tongue darts out to capture a wayward dribble, and she nods, wiping her mouth with her finger and licking it. With a dot of a cloth napkin, I clean her lips.

“Then that’s what we’ll have tomorrow. I’ll tell the cooks.” Slapping her thigh, I spoon more up for her. “Eat so we can waltz.” This week, I’ve spent time in the evenings after dinner teaching her some dances. She’s awkward and a bit clumsy, but nothing I can’t work with.

“What about our study session? You were going to show me where the city cameras are and how to operate them.”

A fervid idea generates in my mind. “Hmm, yes. Let’s do that first. Come on, angel.”

I toss the cloth on the table and grip her hand, pulling her toward the dungeon control rooms.

“What’s in there?” she asks as we pass one, heading for another.

“That’s something for another time. This is the one we want.”

My surveillance room used to be manned by a full staff. But they were either traitors or killed by Maximillian Freidenberg. It’s a full apartment set up for dirty brutes who lived mainly in the three rooms provided here. The main focus is a wall of monitors and large screens showcasing various destinations around Gnarled Pine Hollow.

“Oh my god. This is the city?” One of her fingers trails across the overview from a tall tower in Center City.

Shoving my hands in my pockets, my eyes lower to her plump backside. I adjust my thick dick as it fills with need. From her writhing across my lap to now, I think she doesn’t know what she’s doing to me.

Or maybe she does.

After I grab a remote, I choose the loveseat across from the pictures of people going about their daily lives and stretch my arms along the back of it. Flicking through the images, I choose one of the voyeur rooms at the Crimson Angel. Astrid straightens up as the image comes into view on the largest TV. My fingers dig into her hip to pull her backward, and she stumbles a step between my thighs.

Without removing her eyes from the happenings in front of us, she seems caught in a trance at the woman splaying herself for the crowd. My fingers work to unbutton her jeans, then slip them down her thighs as she stays enraptured by the scene playing out before her. She’s adjusted to me using her body now and doesn’t even flinch, just presses her ass against my cheek as I bend to slide her panties off along with her menstrual pad. It’s not soiled, so she must be almost finished.

The woman on screen is a frequent madam at the club. A bandit mask covers her eyes, as it always does. She holds up a large wand and waves it around as the guests lean forward, their chairs forming a semi-circle around the bed.

“Is-is she going to takeallthose men?”

Astrid slumps against my chest as I tuck her onto my lap. Brushing her blonde hair out of the way, I whisper as I bite her earlobe. “And the women, too.” A shiver runs down her body as goosebumps erupt across her bare shoulder where her T-shirt has slipped.

I get comfortable and lounge against the cushion, making sure her thighs are spread wide over mine. “Keep watching her.”

The air is sucked across her parted lips as my fingers find her clit and gently massage her there, but she obeys me. As the madam places the vibrator between her folds and moans, the sound peaks the speakers until they crackle like the ragged breaths escaping my love’s lungs.

“Those men are enjoying watching.”

Licking up the column of her exposed neck, I blow a cool mist across it and growl. “As are you, apparently. Do you like looking at her?”

“I’m curious about what they’ll all do to her.”

A feral grin quirks my mouth as I delve deeper inside her pussy. She writhes against the palm of my hand, her arousal soaking my skin. “Mm, does my precious angel want me to share her with those men? With others?”

She shakes her head rapidly and whips her face to mine, filled with fire. “No. I saw how you share. But I do want to watch it happen.”

Unbuckling my belt, I let the fly flop open after unzipping, and pull out my hard cock. Then I’m lifting her off my lap and settling her onto it with ease. “Sit here and get yourself off while you watch her take several lovers.” I peel her shirt off, tossing itaside. Clasping my hands behind my head, I watch Astrid’s back muscles work as she makes slow, rhythmic movements on top of me.

One of the men gets up and aids the woman on the bed by licking her pussy, and Astrid’s hips undulate deeper against me. A woman sits on the madam’s face as the man between her legs rises and plunges his dick inside.

As the women whimper on the footage, so does my angel while she works herself into a frenzy. Her passion over my cock sends it spiraling toward a quick finale, the familiar thudding in my balls begging me for an early release. Especially when her tight interior clenches me randomly as she nears her climax.

“You like that, angel? Do you want me to fuck you while you eat pussy?”

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