Page 26 of Anorthic Anarchy

“Yes, sir,” she says a little enthusiastically. And I know it’s not from her eagerness for the act itself, only to degrade my wife. I gladly allow it.

“Master, please.” Sylvia’s dark red hair catches across her lips as she begs me while huffing warm breaths across the head of my leaking cock. It’s been a good while since I was inside of her. So I let her indulge in me.

“Yes, you may.”

She climbs on to ride me, swiveling her hips the way she needs while the other two continue to fuck my ass and suck on my balls, taking turns with their wet tongues. When Yasmina yells a little too loudly, I spank Nari on the ass. “Don’t make her come. She’ll get me next.”

Sylvia places her hand on my bare chest, and I gaze up at her green eyes. “Sylvia, hurry and get off so your sister can ride. Nari, suck my toes instead.”

“Yes, master.”

Sylvia doesn’t take long as she hasn’t had a hardened length inside her in a month, working in the kitchens mainly, but I take momentary pleasure in watching her explode on me. Smacking her thigh, I move her off, then point to Yasmina, who immediately takes her spot.

Her generous curves bounce seductively all over my hips. As she leans her soft body over my chest, I let her kiss me, but keep my eyes trained on my wife. She’s still refusing to look.

Maybe she needs something to hold her eyelids open so she has to gaze at me. The fury building inside me makes me want to punish her severely.

With a hard thrust inside Yasmina, she comes undone and rides like the pro she is. I slide her off me and kneel on the mattress. “Lydia, Chloe, Nari. Bend over in front of me.” The three quickly obey, and I shove inside one of their sopping cunts.

I glance up at my wife once again, and she’s staring at the ceiling as if she’s making imaginary patterns in the textured plaster. Snatching the flogger off the wall, I slap Chloe’s ass with it until it cracks loudly to try to gain her attention.

She won’t look.

“Astrid, you must watch and learn. Keep your eyes on me.”

When she doesn’t, I almost snap. Pushing Chloe out of the way, I’m thrusting into the next cunt as my temper flares to a riotous level. Lydia screams with her orgasm and my wife graces us with a glance. Just that small look into my eyes is enough to heat my balls until they want to bubble over with the inferno of furious lust I have brewing within me.

My hands shove the slaves out of my way, and I march straight to the girl on the cross. She gasps, the muscles of her neck tightening as she swallows audibly when I approach. The chill of her palms cools the flames contained within mine as I place them over the bindings holding her wrists.

Her plump bottom lip quivers with fear as I slot myself near her entrance. Grasping her chin, I force her face to gaze at mine. “Look at me.”

Instead of doing so, she squeezes her eyelids tight, and a tear escapes the side of one. My tongue scoops it up as I plunge inside her tight, ravaged hole and expel my seed deep inside her.

Chapter 12

Astrid

The tear isn’t one of sadness or fear. No.

I’m livid.

So much so, that as he slips out of me like I’m just his ejaculation station, I plot a calculated power move of my own. Relieved that he doesn’t linger and cause more pain, I gather spit and launch a ball into his face, the strings of my venom connecting his mouth and mine.

The girls behind him gasp and my heart stutters a beat as I wonder what he’ll do. I don’t care if he kills me. He can even make it painful. I just want to hurthimbefore he takes me out.

But instead of the fear of his wrath, a sadistic smile crosses his face as his gray eyes dazzle me with a knowing crinkle. “Mm, my angel will need to be punished.” His chest rises and falls rapidly, making his black tattoos dance unnaturally across his skin. The tip of his pink tongue licks up my saliva from his bottom lip, severing the tie between us. “I’ll thoroughly enjoy that.”

His spunk oozes from my burning hole, and I wish I could hurry to a bathroom to expel it all and clean my skin. Instead, he keeps his unnerving, jovial eyes on me as he pulls on his trouserswith a hop, then slots his belt into the buckle. The women carefully glide off the bed and dress in silence. One by one, they edge out of the bedroom. Before the door is closed, Chloe spins and flips me off, then slips out of the room.

My eyes flick to the master, but his sole focus stays on my body. “You can leave,” he tells the girl behind his bedroom door, and she nods, then scurries out, shutting it behind her.

Even though my chest tightens with anxiety, I huff out a breath and roll my eyes. Trying to convince him he’s not bothering me, I blurt out, “Just hurry and get it over with!”

His smile broadens. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? But angel, Iwantto take my time with you.”

Letting me relax, he breaks his gaze and wanders over to a large chifferobe angled in the far corner. All the furniture in the house looks ancient, and this is no exception. Black, with gold flecked trim, the dresser is piled with tall drawers and the master rummages through a few.

When he returns, he holds a leather strap that has big red silicone lips on the front of it. Pressing it to my face, he forces the gag inside my mouth, then binds it behind my head and neck. My mouth won’t close, and I whine in protest.

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