Page 74 of Falling for the Wife

Before she could manage to respond, the dorei shifted her figure to a sitting position. “Follow me,” the dorei softly spoke, directing her, which her boggled mind slowly processed. It took a full minute before she planted her feet on the floor. Following the dorei, she was led onto a padded cushion bench, specifically designed with one thing in mind—spanking. Her ankles confined with a spreader bar, her sight blindfolded.

The dorei’s hand gripped my length, stroking it for another second while the other gripped the base of my shaft. The titillating sensation brought blood rushing into my cock, hardening it to its full capacity. Once satisfied, the dorei loosened her hold of my length before silently excusing herself with a swift nod. With both doreis gone from the room, I began to slide off the bed, instantly blessed with Gisele’s magnificent naked figure—back arched, plump firm arse protruding and legs parted, showcasing her gleaming beading cunt. If I thought I was hard as a rock before, I was proven wrong. My cock throbbed as I trod towards the nymph while I resisted the urge to jerk my length. Upon reaching her, I slowly circled her like a beast would its prey. Because it was what she was—my defenseless prey, my sustenance, my target, my very own cunt to slaughter.

“Jared?”

“I’m right here…” I rasped out, utterly riveted at the sight of her beautiful body restrained, bound, and entirely at my mercy—all for my selfish, gluttonous indulgence. Gripping the base of my manhood, I smacked her nipple with the tip of my dick before rubbing the tiny slit of my head to tease her pebbled bud, coating it with my precum. Simultaneously, my other hand pulled at her free tit, making her groan in protest.

“Open your mouth, Gisele.” Her mouth had teased, mocked, and spat at me defiantly for the past twenty-four hours. She’d know better than to defy me next time…because after I told her not to flirt with those men at dinner, she cheekily continued while peeking in my direction, hoping to get a rise out of me.

So here we are. She had definitely gotten a reaction all right.

Hesitant, she parted her lips but not wide enough to slip my mushroomed head into her facial orifice.“Wider, Gisele!”

She obliged.

With deft precision, I shoved my cock-head into her mouth. She let out a long, rapturous moan as she gobbled a quarter of my length. “Take more of me, kitten,” I grunted with difficulty, intoxicated by the heady rush of euphoria running through me as her throat began to relax, taking another inch of me. “Fuck, you look so bloody gorgeous with a cock in your mouth.” Thick saliva started to drip around her chin as she gurgled and gagged around my shaft, taking more in into her esophagus.

“Christ, Gisele!” My body vibrated, consumed by hedonistic lust before I mindlessly found my hand behind her head and roughly rammed her all the way down to the base until her nose hit my groin. My orgasm instantly blasted out of my dick, spraying down her throat. Thrusting a few more, my semen kept jetting out, draining down her esophagus as it constricted tightly around it, milking it to the last thick drop.

My climax was so intense I had to take a few breaths until I could let go of her head, fully dislodging out of her orifice. Gisele heaved as she snaked her tongue out and licked any traces of semen around her lips, far from satisfied.

And just then, the room lit aglow.

Steadily, I rounded towards the back, standing before her protruding arse while my eyes greedily looked at her tight holes, ready, waiting, aching to be fed. Leaning over, I let my cock-head graze her spine, rubbing the moisture seeping out of my tiny slit. My left hand grappled her bottom, squeezing it with gusto just as my mouth found her neck. Biting her sensitive area, I sunk my teeth into her skin, making her scream with delight.

“Fuck me. I beg you,” she gasped as her hips tried to maneuver, exerting great effort to nudge my cock below, to the crack of her arse, to no avail.

A devilish wicked grin broke across my lips, loving how enslaved she was by her cunt’s biddings. Gently, my fingers slipped her blindfold, freeing her sight. “Open your eyes, sweet wife.”

Her lids fluttered open. Her gaze adjusted. “What’s that?” she asked, staring past the one-way mirrored wall and into the spotlight—an exhibition of the famed Japanese art of binding.

“Kinbaku.”

“Tight binding,” she whispered chokingly, immediately grasping my intent. “Is she okay?”

My eyes took in the hanging petite figure. The beautiful binds intricately held her captive, holding her imprisoned, powerless to stop whatever was to come her way.

“The club buys a woman’s virginity for a million. The woman has to meet every aspect required. They only accept the very best. It’s merely a one night contract, and she gets the opportunity to choose which willing member to break her hymen.”

She tilted her head to the side, needing to connect her gaze to mine. “Have you done it? I mean, this isn’t your first time here…”

“No, I don’t like to participate in exhibitions, nor do I appreciate an audience. I prefer the background and just be an observer, nothing more.”

“You’ve brought a woman here, too?”

I shook my head before leaning into her ear. “No, you’re the first one…and the only one I’ll fuck, too.”

“Good,” she said. “I like knowing I’m sharing something special with you.”

“You have no idea, kitten.” My hand connected with her arse, whacking it hard. “You’ll know just how much soon enough.” Retreating away from her upper body, I glided my middle finger down her arse to her pussy and was welcomed by dripping slickness.

Gisele whimpered, frenziedly undulating her hips as she tried to press her cunt on my finger, earnestly begging for release. Prolonging her torture, I immediately withdrew, getting to my feet as she hissed out in frustration.

“Keep your eyes ahead. Watch everything. Don’t speak. Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

She responded with an agonized sob, loathing my delaying tactic. While the virgin began to thrash when a member pleasured her with his tongue, I took hold of the paddle, needing to deliver my promise.

And I did.