Page 25 of Anorthic Anarchy

“What’s the something different?” Her high alto voice reverberates off the glass, and as I let the sound wave over my ears, I consider her. The snake isn’t my type, but I don’t need her to be.

“Astrid.”

Turning her head, she cocks it to the side as if I’ve just called her something strange and ridiculous.

My phone rings in my pocket, and I answer. “Sev?”

“It’s clear. It appears to have been either a scout of some sort or just a drunk wandering here. But we’ll keep investigating. I’ll get a new set of explosives in this spot in case it was a ploy of diversion. I’ll put him in the dungeons.”

I end the call.

Peeking up to my bride, I smile broadly. “The something different is our plan, yours and mine. That’s to put a baby in you. And we need to go do that now.”

I lift up my palm, and she eyes it for a moment, hesitating.

Shrugging my shoulders, I wiggle my fingers. “Either willingly or not.”

She places her hand in mine, and I grab the gun from her to help her off the chair.

“Sir?” The title pops out of her mouth with trepidation.

As I unlock the door, I think about ignoring her, but ask, “What is it?”

“You said your name was Vincente Strauss, but I thought it was Vladimir. Th-that’s what the minister said.”

Swallowing, I shake my head. “No, angel. Vladimir was my father. But, for you, I am master or sir. Let’s go.”

This time, she proceeds directly behind me as we make our way back to the bedrooms. My women are already inside, waiting for me. After I put the guns back in the cabinet, I guide Astrid to the cross with my palm on her waist.

She glances up at the shackles, and I practically see her heart rise out of her chest.

“Girls, get to work.” There are five women on my bed who drop their dresses and cuddle with one another, preparing each other for the evening’s events.

Returning to Astrid, I lift her dress over her head. Then I place her on the cross while her innocent eyes follow my face. First, I shackle her ankles, then her wrists. “What’s this for?” She breathes down my neck once I shirk off my shirt. The sensation tickles my skin as the hairs stand as erect as her pink nipples.

“To hold you in place while I do unholy things to these women. You get to watch me work them.” She shifts her gaze behind me, and I tuck a finger under her jaw, then brush mylips against her little mouth. “Watch and learn how to please me. And then one day you’ll get to join in.”

Jutting out her chin, there’s fire behind her eyes as she stares at me. “I don’t want to join in.”

Smiling, I give her a formidable kiss on her forehead. “Angel…look at me.” She does and my heart rate accelerates. “Try not to fall in love.”

Her upper lip snarls as I turn toward the bed. Slipping off my pants, they fall to the ground, then I pile pillows up so I can watch my wife while she studies my harem fucking me.

Some of the women eye Astrid with haughtiness, and I let them. A flood of jealousy streaks across Yasmina’s face. Girls long for what they can’t have.

And she can’t have me.

Chloe lets her eyes drag over her the longest before crawling between my bare legs. “What do you want tonight, master?”

“All of you to suck me. Share my cock.”

“Our pleasure,” Lydia says, her role as a lesbian happily forgotten. I’ll indulge her with my dick tonight, only for Astrid’s sake.

Each of the women attempts to find a spot on my shaft or the bulbous tip of my dick. And as I lift my thighs, my exposed hole. “Lydia, fuck my asshole with your tongue. Get in there.”

Only three can fit, but two sit on either side of me and rub their fingers over my chest and through my hair, suck on my earlobes and kiss my neck. Astrid’s large eyes scan the ceiling, the floor, the furniture, but refuse to take in the scene before her.

“Angel…watch how these women satisfy me. You’ll figure it out, after you learn to please them first.” Shoving Nari away from me, I tell her, “Lick Yasmina’s cunt. Show our latest addition how a pussy should be eaten.” Astrid scans the bed briefly before darting her eyes away, her cheeks flaming red as they do.