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Malin
She's my property. I own her.I repeat it too many times to count. It's what Gustave told me to do to get through what I can't avoid.
I don't know if I've shifted enough. I've tried with everything in me, but the pitching of my stomach never stops.
She said she hated me. I didn't need her to tell me. I saw it in her eyes, along with her desire and fear.
I want to yell for every man to get away from her. They sniff her like a dog would, trying to find its mate. Other women do lewd things in front of her. Evil eyes watch every part of her as I manipulate her body, praying she doesn't go over the edge.
She's doing so well. But it doesn't stop my guilt or worry. Once this night is over, I have to put her back together again. I fear I won't be able to. That any trust she had in me will be gone, and the reasons we had to do this won't be strong enough to forgive me for what I'm doing and still have yet to unleash upon her.
The President makes the blonde woman get on her back. He orders the black woman to give her oral sex, while he fucks her, slapping her ass and yelling at Emilia to make herself come.
I step behind ma belle, put my hands over her shoulders and onto her breasts, trying to cover her up in front of him. Her hot tears hit my hands, and I cringe.
The bylaws state I can't get her away from him until he finishes with his vulgarity.
"Only I order her to come," I growl. She tilts her head up. Her eyes are full of fear, and it takes everything I have not to pick her up and run out of the room with her. "You will not come. You will only pleasure me."
Confusion moves into her expression.
The blonde woman moans, and the black lady screams when the President slaps her so hard, the sound ricochets in the room.
I step in front of Emilia and drop my pants. I fist her hair. Her lips are quivering. I can barely look at her eyes. "You will take all of me. Now, submit." I push her toward my dick, and she slides it into her mouth.
I hate myself more at this moment. It's the only thing I can do to shield her from the President's actions. And it's on the list of tasks I must make her do tonight. The orders were another man or me.
And no one will ever touch her.
But it doesn't stop the guilt. I don't know if Emilia has ever done this before. When we were together, I couldn't keep my hands off her. I got off more on giving her pleasure than anything, so my focus was always on her.
Her mouth is so sinfully delicious, I loathe myself further. It's better than I imagined it would be. And as I'm expected, I guide her momentum on me, never letting go of her hair. And the temptation is too much. I strum my other hand on her breast, playing with her nipple until she's moaning and drowning out the sounds behind me.
The room is getting louder. I don't need to look behind me. Every sexual act possible is happening.
I talk to her in French, hoping to show her I haven't forgotten who we are. But I only make it dirty since others can hear me.
The smell and sounds of fornication and heat of her touch make my blood boil. The President groans behind me.
Goodbye. Get away from my woman.
I need to finish this so I can check the box.
I close my eyes, unable to stop enjoying what ma belle is doing to me.
"Your mouth will be on my cock soon," the President growls.
I open my eyes and look down. He's kneeling next to her, his mouth near her ear, and she shudders.
"Look at me. I am your Master, not him," I bark.
Emilia obeys, with more tears dripping down her cheeks.
I increase her speed and speak in French. "My cock is the only cock you will ever have in your mouth. I own you. You are my property. No other man or woman will ever lay a finger on you."
Determination enters her eyes. Her throat opens more. With one hand, she digs her fingernails into my ass, then grabs my balls and massages them while never taking her eyes off mine.
