Page 31 of Anorthic Anarchy

When I flop on my back, my cock pointing straight to the sky, I snap my fingers. “All of you, suck me off, except Lydia. She can eat my ass.” I snatch her by the hair and spread my thighs wide, pushing her underneath me while she protests slightly.

The girls take their positions as best they can, sucking my cock and getting it wet. Yasmina devours me deep down her throat the way I like, but she blocks my view of the cross leaning against the opposite wall. As I peek over her thick waist, I spot my angel, who’s looking bored and rolling her eyes.

It enrages me.

I grip Yasmina and toss her off my stiff dick and onto the mattress. Sitting up, I wave my hands rapidly. “Everyone out.”

The girls scramble to gather their dresses, tripping over each other to leave while I grab the flogger from the wall, my fist tightening around the leather handle. My firm length bobs between my legs as I stalk toward my wife, and she finally grants me some consideration with wide blue eyes.

Once I’m standing in front of her, I finally see the signs of her fear. It relaxes me. “You didn’t seem to enjoy the show.”

“On the contrary. I was hoping you’d get off on those women and not me.”

Flipping the leather strips back, I swat her thigh as she screams. “Well…now my focus is completely on you.” Another swat makes her knees tremble as she tries to pull them out of her binds.

“I don’t want your focus.”

“Then you should have paid attention in class.” This hit lands on her stomach as she releases a wail. “Have you learned your lesson?”

Tucking her bottom lip under her teeth, she shakes her head as tears fall down her cheeks. “No.”

“Hmm…” One last strike hits her inner thigh and pussy. She hasn’t addressed me properly. Not yet. But I’ll make her do so.

I kneel before her, dropping the flogger and glancing up at her face as she inhales sharply. “What are you doing?”

With a small smile, I stick out my tongue and glide it over her pink pussy lips, which are, as I suspected, soaking wet. Her peach fuzz tickles my cheeks, and she tastes like juniper and lime.

“N-no! Don’t!” she screams.

“Angel, you liked the pain too much. Either I go harder or…give you what you want least. Which isme.”

Then I press my nose onto her clit and eat my young wife.

Chapter 14

Astrid

It’s such a strange and ticklish feeling, having this man’s face between my legs. “D-don’t!” Huffing out breaths, the more I struggle, the stronger his grip on my thighs gets until his fingers sear heat into my skin that spreads to my core.

The sounds he makes against my folds are obscene. Between his slurps, I protest, but the more I do, the more my hips jerk across his mouth. Which makes something odd happen inside me. An uncomfortable pulsing or longing develops until I find myself riding him like a horse. Somewhat bouncing off him to try to get away, but also rubbing my pussy all over his face.

When the demands turn to desperate whimpers, he pauses his strokes. With his tongue still pressing on the delicate flesh, his gray eyes pierce mine. He licks in time with my writhing as we lock gazes. “Something’s happening…”

A tightness develops in my belly, and he expertly seems to know how to make it worse until it’s tighter, tighter. “Stop, wait! Help me! Please!” I beg him. I don’t know what to do and my body scares me.

Warm, wet breaths hit my inflamed flesh as he murmurs, “Let go, angel. Give yourself to your master.”

At that moment, my nipples peak, and all I want is to be his if he’ll make the ache go away. And with a gnaw on my sensitive organ, he does. “Oh my god!”

Explosions deep within my brain and spine travel across all of my limbs until everything stiffens and I’m locked in ecstasy. I exist only in a pure state of bliss that I’ve never experienced before and the monster beneath me made me feel it. My pussy flutters and clenches in erratic motions as he dips a finger inside and quells my need with his kisses between my burning thighs.

Once it’s done, I slump against the wrist restraints, unable to fight anymore. As wound up as I had been moments before, I’m now like water, head fallen onto my shoulder with my senses puddled at his feet.

I want to do it all over again.

Master rises and lifts my chin with his finger that smells odd…like me.

His hands lace through my hair as he captures my vision and makes sure I steady my gaze on his face. Then he kisses my lips, and I taste myself all over him. Musky and wet; it’s something I shouldn’t want. He breaks away long enough to rest his forehead to mine and pants out, “Taste yourself on me. I’m the one who gives you pleasure. Do you understand?”

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