Proserpina
We had lain in each other's arms after all the torrid lovemaking of that night.
The food had been heated, and we had eaten slowly, feeding each other until somehow I ended up in my lover's lap again.
Cuddling into his hirsute chest, I murmured,
'Lucien Delano, I cannot live without you...'
He said nothing for a long time and then, in a hoarse growl, said,
'Don't leave me again, woman.'
In response, I pulled his head down and kissed him fiercely.
I melted in his arms as he took possession of me once again.
***
Sometime in the early hours of the morning, I awakened to a pleasurable sensation that had me moaning. Lucien was sucking on my clit, his large hands holding my legs apart firmly as I tried to thrash.
In bewilderment, I realized he had tied my wrists with a silken tie to the bedpost, and I was helpless as I writhed under his clever tongue, powerless to stop him, my legs spread wide open for his pleasure.
And his.
Raising his head, he growled,
"Stay still, woman. I need to eat your pussy."
The vulgar order made me clench my muscles in anticipation, and I felt the juices from my innermost core flow freely as I raised my hips, bucking mindlessly.
"Ah, so my little bi*ch can squirt, eh?" he grunted.
"You need to be punished for disobedience, my little slave," he said gruffly, and his tongue slipped into my wetness. I was now in a space where I could barely think, tossing my head, crying to be released from this torture.
"Please," I begged breathlessly, "Please, Lucien."
In response, he blew gently into my core, and I lost my mind completely.
And I felt myself shattering again as I had another out-of-this-world orgasm.
I sobbed as he latched his mouth on my clit, teasing, playing with me as I came again and again, helpless to resist my experienced lover.
He loomed over me, a look of desire on his face. His body was magnificent, I thought dreamily as I slid my eyes over him, longing to be taken by him again.
The fact was that I felt I was back where I belonged. For Lucien was my world; our children made it complete. I lay breathing heavily, barely able to keep my eyes open after that earth-shaking orgasm.
He slapped my large breasts lightly, and my eyes flew open, nipples firming to his flippant act of ownership.
"Not yet, little one. You can't sleep right away," he murmured, lowering his mouth to feast on my tender buds that he had suckled upon almost all night. I whimpered, writhing as the feelings in me began to crest.
"Yes, Sir," I whispered, knowing that the words would make him even more aroused.
"You belong to me, remember that," he growled, his stubbly jaw rubbing against my breasts, the roughness leaving a tingling on my skin.
"Yes," I moaned, "Yes, yes, a million times, yes. Only yours."
With a hoarse cry, he mounted me, parting my legs and thrusting into my wetness forcefully yet taking care to ensure he was never hurting me.
He was breathing heavily as he lowered his head to bite my neck while I cried out, exploding again. The thought of being at his mercy and servicing him made me crazy with lust. My breasts bounced as he rode me, and then he was coming, shouting hoarsely as I panted and whimpered, my own orgasm flooding me, sending me into a place where I felt I was floating above the ground.
***
It was almost dawn when I sat up, preparing to use the washroom. Lucien had fallen asleep, his leg draped proprietorially over my thigh, a muscled arm across my heavy breasts. He had assured me that Beatrice, Sandy, and his trusted men were bringing the twins and the baby to the lake house for a change. So we could spend time exclusively with each other until then.
Gently, so as not to disturb him, I padded across to the bathroom. Standing under the hot spray, I turned my face up, smiling softly as I recollected how we had spent the night. I arched my body, thinking of how concerned my lover had been.
I smiled and then almost jumped as a swarthy arm slid across my large breasts, pinching my nipple as he pulled me to his chest.
Lucien lowered his head and nipped my throat as he growled, rubbing his erection against my ass,
'No stealing out of bed without asking for my permission, my little slave. Or I shall have to punish you some more.'
Leaning against him, the warm water flowing over our bodies, I giggled at his words.
'Are you laughing at me, woman?' he growled in mock anger, his hands lightly squeezing my breasts.
I turned around, and he locked his lips on mine hungrily as I wound my hands in his hair.
'Then punish me, please,' I whispered against his stubbled jaw.
We made love in the shower—gentle, tender love—and tears flowed down my cheeks as I cried in happiness.
"What the f*ck are you weeping for, woman?" growled Lucien.
All I could do was shake my head. How could I explain?
Could it get any better than this? I asked myself.
***
We sat sipping coffee later, still in our bathrobes. I felt a languid peacefulness within me. My womanhood felt sore and stretched, but I knew I never wanted to leave the man I loved.
He stretched his arm across the small breakfast table and stroked his thumb across my lower lip. When he spoke, the regret in his voice was palpable.
"I have made many mistakes, woman," he said gruffly, "But I... I cannot bear to live without you."
I stood up and crossed over to him, standing beside him. He pulled me onto his lap, engulfing me in his arms, holding me as though he would never let me go as we kissed.
***
Lucien
Lucien felt a sense of completeness and was smiling as he stood in the doorway, waiting for his children to arrive. His wife was humming as she prepared sandwiches for the children, and he turned, not wanting to leave her even for a minute.
Suddenly, the phone pinged.
He pulled it out of his trouser pocket, frowning at the unknown number on his screen.
This was his private number. Few people had it.
He stopped as the attachment opened on his phone.
The photograph had been taken from a distance, but it was captured on a high-resolution camera.
His blood ran cold as he saw the content.
A series of photographs of Proserpina and him.
They had been naked on the couch the previous night.
Making wild love.
She was on her back, her head thrown back in abandon while he lay on her, his head on her breasts, his mouth fastened on her nipple.
A jolt of fear raced through him as he bellowed at the guards, and Proserpina came rushing to throw her arms around him in alarm.
The cryptic message at the bottom made his blood run cold.
'YOU ARE ALSO VULNERABLE.'