Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
“Stand, Pet,” Remy unexpectedly demands.
Rising to my feet isn’t an easy feat and not because of the drenched floor. Every muscle in my body continues to tighten, threatening to snap my bones as if they’re severely brittle, as if they’re no better than those popsicle sticks that contain the terrible jokes my oldest adores.
Finding stability in a standing position only becomes exponentially harder when she lifts her chest out of the water at the same time she instructs, “Strip.”
I’m not sure which is the bigger battle.
Getting my boxer briefs off or not slipping during the process.
The need to decide that answer isn’t one felt courtesy of Remy turning towards me and squeezing her tits together like the most sacred oblation, one I don’t need words to understand.
Or accept.
“Beg.” She slowly wets her lips at the same time her hooded stare locks onto mine. “Beg to fuck them.”
More pre-cum dribbles the length of my shaft alongside my first attempted plead. “Please let me fuck them, master.”
Her fingers lightly graze her own nipples. “In Finnish.”
“Ole hyvä ja anna itsesi minulle, Minun Herrani.”
Fulfilling her request receives me the sight of Remy teasing the area with a strong pinch. “Now in Russian.”
The imploring is gritty. Grunted. “Pozhaluysta, day mne tebya, moy khozyain.”
“French.”
I know what she’s doing.
And I know why she’s doing it.
And most importantly, the reward for proving myself will be worth it.
More than fucking worth it.
Even if it only lasts thirty seconds.
“S'il vous plaît, donnez-moi mon maître.”
This time she leans forward so the harden nubs can tease my sticky head. “Italiano.”
It’s impossible for the words not to squeeze past my teeth in a fumbling fashion, “P-p-per favore, dammi te, m-m-mio p-p-padrone.”
“Sì.”
Gliding my shaft between the small, slick opening instantly buckles my knees.
Bangs them against the hard edge.
Makes a fruitless effort to distract me from the way my balls bounce into her boobs while I beastly propel my cum-soaked tip towards her face. She maintains her hard hold, mimicking the place I can’t wait to be invited into next, and uses them to savagely stroke me from base to tip. Filthy sounds of flesh slapping flesh flood the bathroom beside growls so primitive and primal you’d believe we were rapidly fucking in a cave instead of engaging in a bit of makeup foreplay in our bathroom. My dick doesn’t bother entertaining the idea of holding out for anything other than this one moment. It throws itself into every thrust. Crashes into her throat to momentary cut off her air. Forces her to relinquish a bit of her power each time my cock ruins her ability to collect oxygen for her lungs. I don’t rock my hips so much as drive them through the dripping wet space faster and faster and faster, ignoring the new soreness developing in my knees and the twinges of discomfort in my lower back to indulge in my wife’s panting. The droplets of drool trickling past the corner of her lips onto my feverishly heaving lower half.
I barbarically fuck the tiny region I’ve been granted, growling and grumbling louder.
Needier.
Becoming more impatient.
Insatiable.
Swearing in English, Finnish, Russian, and every language I’ve ever learned.
Inventing a new one to get my point across.
Gripping Remy by the nape of her neck is risky yet covering her in cum is worth whatever new punishment she could possibly craft. I warn her of the inevitable with a mere animalistic grunt before long, white ropes paint themselves across the top of her tits. She moans over the first splash and whimpers during the next while using my own sticky sensation to coat my still thrumming cock. Being so lost in my own blistering bliss leaves me to be taken off guard by the cruel yank of my leash, and the instant my knees hit the ground on an unforgiving thud, another pull is delivered, forcing my face into the area I just covered.
“Bathe me, Pet,” my wife pruriently purrs. “With your fucking tongue.”
There’s no hesitation in the powerful muscle darting out of my mouth for the lecherous task or reluctance to drag it down to suck the proof of my forgiveness off her dark nipple. I happily devour every last drop, gorging in appreciation and gratitude alike.
And I am grateful.
That she saved my life.
Risked hers for mine.
Gave me friends, family, and a life better than anything I could’ve ever dreamed.
For all of that and so much more, I will always be in debt to my soulmate.
If licking her clean while making her come again is the compensation she’s requesting tonight, then so be it.
There are much less pleasing ways to show devotion.
At least this one will have her screaming my name for the next few hours…
Chapter 5
Remy
Katarina flops her face into her open arms on a heavy pout and an even heavier sigh.
Forfuckssake, I swear it’s like looking into an old white haired woman’s crystal ball to the past.