Chapter 13

Strauss

H er full bosom fits nicely over my thigh as I brush the long strands of her stringy blonde hair off her neck. She squirms a little when my fingers slide the linen of her dress up to expose her bare pussy and ass. Every muscle in her body quivers when I do.

It's dangerous that at my age and experience level for my cock to be this raging hard around her. But it is. Somehow, my dick turned eighteen again.

Placing my warm palm on her round globe, I rub it softly for a moment, waiting for her to respond.

"Yes?"

With a harsh hit, I smack her ass as she surges forward with a yell of anguish. "Yes, what?"

Breaths and sobs leak from her chest as she sniffs out, "Yes, sir."

I shove my bottom lip under my teeth to keep from groaning, then swat her other cheek just as hard. The red handprints I've left on her glowing white skin make me leak a drop of pre-cum. Especially because it outlines my brand, the bull. My pants stretch until I stab her side with my hard-on.

With the next two swats, she holds her breath. But when she lets it out, a deep moan comes with it, and the sound makes me thrust into her ribs just to get some relief.

"Your skin looks breathtaking with my markings."

Despite her pain, Astrid takes the next two with only a whimper. She shifts her thighs together on my lap and I let a finger wander closer to her pussy lips. Just as I suspected…

"You're soaked, little girl."

With a gasp, she whips her head to me, her face flushing bright red.

Her modesty makes me smile. "No need to be embarrassed. You like pain and I appreciate that." My finger drags slowly through her wet folds as she lets out a choked wail and shivers. Parting her, I let the pad of my digit find her clit and graze it.

"Oh!"

"That feels good, huh?"

Biting her bottom lip, she nods. Her hips press back onto my palm to get more of me, but I pull back and swat her twice more as she screams. "Why did you do that?"

My head drops back as I let out a riotous laugh at her outrage. "Because this is your punishment. It's not meant to be pleasurable."

As I draw back my hand for her last, she's glaring at me, and her anger brings me joy. I mimic her face mockingly, shove my hardness into her side, then lightly spank each cheek. Ending with a massaging caress, I indulge in the flesh of her bottom. Her rage turns to confusion.

Gripping her waist, I stand her up and off me. "Now, you took your punishment. I'll deal with Nari and have another tray sent up for you." As I walk toward my bedroom door, I adjust myself, though I may need to visit Dilan to take care of the throbbing in my cock. She stares at me when I turn back to her and point to the large bookcase opposite the sofa. "I made sure one of the slaves stocked it with archaeology books for you. Your presence will be requested after dinner."

Once I close and lock the door behind me, I lean back against it and take some deep breaths. Pleasuring her or myself was not on the agenda. It's been years since I had the urge to masturbate, but it roars within me now, just to quell the heat in my loins.

I'll wait until this evening. Dilan is in her study painting by the window when I knock and enter. "Darling, what's wrong? You look flushed. Are you ill?"

"No, no." I ease her worries by massaging her shoulders as she resumes her stroke on the canvas. "Nari has an issue with my wife, it seems."

Her muscles stiffen under my grasp. "Yes. Well…I think we understood there would be an adjustment, especially if she's being treated differently ."

I take a step back and wander to the window. She says it as if she's scolding me. "I'm bored with torturing them. Lock her in a cell. She's only to receive dog food for a week. If I feel like it, I'll whip her in the stockade."

"Well, I think it's occupied with the man who approached the land yesterday."

Pushing the curtain back, I study the perimeter of the long driveway. Somewhere out there, Clavius's spies lurk in the woods, just waiting for me to make a wrong move. Always hoping I'll fail. Their lust for my demise spurs me toward the finish line.

"Ah, yes. I'll take care of that later."

Dilan swivels on her stool and raises her eyebrows. "But the girl…did she also receive a punishment?"

My belly tightens at her insinuation. Or maybe it's because I don't like that I'm uncomfortable with my mistress discussing my wife. Without another look, I turn and leave her room.

When I enter the kitchen, the old chefs stand at attention and stop their busy motions. "Mrs. Strauss requires a new breakfast tray. I'll send one of the door slaves to retrieve it in fifteen minutes."

I rush through the door to a cacophony of yes, sirs and find one of the girls starting the fire in the living room. "After that, take Mrs. Strauss's tray to her parlor. Then light a fire in there for her." Always looking at my feet as she has been trained, she nods with a small murmur of respect.

In my study, I find Falcon at the desk. She gives a stoic smile as I enter and pick up my cigarettes to light one. "Any news?" The first inhale calms my irritations from the morning.

"It's not Halcyon or Lark, or anyone else sent by the societies that we recognize. We're not sure who he is and he's not speaking. Figured we would wait him out for a bit, then let you take over."

Nodding, I offer her a drink with a wave of my hand, already knowing she'll shake it off. After I pour one for myself, she stands so I can sit in the leather chair and kick my feet up on the desk. "I'm not in the mood now. Perhaps tomorrow. Let him starve some more."

She holds her breath as if she has something else to tell me.

"Yes?"

"You didn't get to meet him, but Tuttle brought a new guard with her. A gift from Slyvious. She said they could only afford one at this time, but maybe next month would have more." Her tone says she's not happy.

"And how is the new guard?"

Her dark brown eyes narrow as she runs a hand through her short black curls. "Not good. His name is Owen. A combination of arrogance and incompetence. So I have Brandon bringing him out on the town for supplies and checking on the Crimson Angel."

I take another inhale of the smoke and blow it out with a shrug. "Stick him on the perimeter for watch duty at night so he doesn't annoy me, then."

"Yes, sir. And should I ask our representative from Slyvious for more lackeys again?"

The seat creaks as I sit up to dampen the butt out in the ashtray, clasping my fingers together. When I look up at my spy, her chest rises to hold her breath. She's not asking that question, the one she spoke aloud. She wants to know when to implement the plan. Or perhaps talk me out of it.

"In a month, it may not matter. So no." She clears her throat and nods once, then slips into the shadows of the hallway.

By the evening, my day's frustrations have not abated. Especially when I consider the highlight of my time was spent with the little girl I married. She needs to be taught her place in this harem.

But deep down in the recesses of my soul, I can't wait to see her again. Which is dangerous.

As I eat the dinner laid out for me on the side table, I watch the other girls on the bed as usual. Nari is absent, but the other four suckle on each other's nipples and cunts, giggling and moaning the way women do.

Ceylon is back to wooing Yasmina with her tongue tricks, but the girl keeps her eyes on me as she receives her pleasure. Giving her a wink, she smiles and writhes on Ceylon's face in response.

Lydia harnesses a strap-on for Chloe and spreads her legs wide. I know Chloe doesn't care who is between her thighs, but Lydia is doing this only to show me what a good slave she is. Probably trying to earn back some affection. It doesn't work.

"Master! Please, I need you. Please!" Yasmina pants out as she orgasms. Nothing happens under my belt, so I sigh and finish my steak. The slapping sounds of Lydia fucking Chloe catch my momentary attention.

"Lydia, make love to her. Show me how much she means to you," I instruct her, hoping she'll go farther for my approval. She does as she gives me a cursory glance, then leans forward to kiss her. Chloe giggles and pulls her closer until their breasts meld together. Still…I'm unamused.

Standing, my heart flutters with every step I take closer to the door of my wife's room. When I unlock it and stuff the keys back in my pocket, I spy her in a bizarre position.

She's upside down on the sofa, legs dangling over the back, head dropped over the front with her hair splayed erratically on the floor. Holding a book up to her nose, she snaps it shut and her eyes widen as she spots me. Her dinner dishes lay askew on the coffee table, as do the lunch ones and breakfast.

Books are strewn about in various positions, tilting piles the evidence of her manic studies. Her notebook lays open with more hand-drawn figures and lists. Instead of doing what I want and scanning them, I curl my finger up at her.

"It's time, angel."

She makes it obvious that coming to the bedroom is the last thing she wants by taking her time to stand, then smoothing her dress down to her knees. Carefully, she sets her book on the table and closes the others. She's dawdling, and I have to enjoy her rebelliousness. Her reluctance.

My dick is fucking hard again.

Finally, she saunters toward me, and I thread my fingers through hers. She glances at them, but lets me lead her to the cross. Without fanfare, she lifts her arms as I pull off her dress and toss it onto the chair. As if she's used to the position, she backs up against the wood and lets me attach her ankles and wrists without giving me any eye contact.

I'm a bit befuddled. Why do I feel the need to garner her attention in childish ways? With a grimace, I turn from her and undress, then walk to the bed.

Yasmina prepares my pillows for me as I did the previous night, with a shy smile on her face. "Yes, good girl," I tell her, but it comes out gruff.

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 is me ."

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