Page 45 of Tyrant

Chapter Nineteen

TYRANT

I needto get the first orgasm out of the way. The longer I wait the more of a chance I let in for any kind of feelings from myclaimed onetoward me.

Her body is shivering, pumping with desire and adrenaline. I needed to test her. Join her in the shower. I needed her to clean her entire body, including both holes. Head to toe she is now my property and my responsibility to break.And keep alive.

In my place, she’s completely safe. That gives us a chance to just focus on one thing.

Breaking her body, mind, and soul.

My clothes are stuck to my skin. I’m standing in the fucking shower, fully clothed, including socks and boots.

I watch as Serafina finishes washing herself. Her body is so womanly. Curves that are quiet yet scream for attention. Her ass is shapely and firm. Her hips not rounded, but they have thatjutted outshape, almost like a long diamond placed on its side. There’s a natural curve at her lower back.

“Turn the fuck around,claimed one,” I order her.

She listens without letting a second tick by.

Good. Girl.

Serafina stands with the shower water hitting her upper back. The front of her body is just as fine as from the back.

I look at the slit of her cunt. That perfectly straight line, hiding her sweet labia and her pulsing holes. The stubble on her mound. Her belly button is misshapen, but what the fuck does it matter… my eyes move up to her full tits. They’re bigger than you’d expect from their shape when she’s clothed. They’re heavier toward her nipples, pushing them down a little bit. Bubblegum pink nipples, knotted for attention, looking right at me.

Her upper chest and her throat… her chin and her lips… her nose and eyes… soaked hair…

I thrust my right hand at her chest and drive her back against the wall. My left hand moves forward and I nod at her.

“Take my mask,claimed one,” I say. “Put it on me.”

She sucks in a breath. She’s terrified to touch my mask. That’s okay. She’s supposed to be scared right now. I want her to be in a perpetual state of fear that leaves her aching for pills to calm her down.

Because what rich and powerful man doesn’t want a wife kept under wraps with the help of a pharmaceutical addiction?

Serafina takes my mask and she reaches up for my face. I lower my head an inch or two and she carefully places the mask on me.

My eyes are glued to her tits. Watching them move, shake, jiggle. Just natural movements but it makes me grit my teeth.

With my mask now on, I step back from Serafina and I grab the top of my shirt. I grunt and pull with all my force. The shirt rips with ease and I turn it into an open shirt. I peel it off my soaking wet body, leaving it on the shower floor in a torn up heap.

Serafina’s eyes go wide and her lips part.

I look down at my nipple piercing. She’s fascinated with it. I touch my nipple with my right middle finger, playing for a second. Then I move my hands down to my jeans.

I open my jeans, then bend forward and wrestle with the wet laces on my boots. I step out of my boots and then push my jeans down. When my cock springs free, long, wet, semi-hard, Serafina gasps.

I manage to step out of my soaked jeans with ease, closing back in on Serafina. I grab for her hair and push her toward the shower door. She has to hurry and open the door before crashing into it. She stumbles out of the shower to the thick, comfortable mat on the floor.

My left hand swings forward and up and I smack her left ass cheek. I grab hold.

“Down,claimed one,” I order as I kick the back of her right knee.

She lets out a whimper and drops to her knees. I hold her hair and I take a growling breath. I can rest my cock on the top of her head right now if I wanted to.

“Hands on the floor, ass in the air,” I tell her and push at her head.

She falls forward as told.

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