her nipples, hard and taut, pressed painfully against her dress. On her sixth strike, the ache in her vulva was pulsing despite her anguish. She resolved to submit to Raoul and accept his authority as her protector. She voiced her reluctant resolve softly, gently, meekly.
Slowly he straightened her and turned her around. She desperately wanted him to satisfy her need. She no longer cared who watched. She wanted him strong and hard inside her. She wanted to feel his strength, feel his cock dominating and hard, riding her into submission. The satisfied curl of his lips told her he would not disappoint. Pierre walked away as Raoul sat her on the bonnet of the car. She cried out, feeling the pain on her bottom sting reminding her sharply of the lesson she had just learned.
Raoul watched her wetness streak the sleek black metallic paint with approval. The heat of the car engine stirred her need. She moved restlessly, feeling her clit scrape the metallic surface, coaxing her pleasure. For the first time in a long time, Sabrina felt wanton and ready for passionate sex. Throwing caution to the wind in a sexual encounter had never happened in the last ten years. Yet this man was provoking feelings and reactions in her she had never dreamt possible of giving her such pleasure.
No words were spoken. Raoul simply unzipped his trousers and splayed his hands around her buttocks cooling in the winter air. He thrust strongly into her to the hilt. She leaned back and gave a satisfied sigh. He stood for a moment, silently, patiently waiting inside of her, allowing her to feel his cock’s dominance and mastery just like before, then rammed inside her fast and strong, unable to contain himself any further. She placed her tied hands around his neck and held on as he firmly fucked her into submission, making Sabrina feel truly conquered by her husband.
“I’ve invited some people for the weekend and they will arrive this evening,” Raoul told Sabrina in the car as they travelled home. Her hands were now untied. Although her bottom was sore, her cheeks bore a healthy glow of satisfaction. Raoul was holding her hand, smoothing the pad of his thumb over her knuckles in a loving protective gesture. Sabrina felt more relaxed than she had ever done. A growing need to be close to Raoul had taken root and was breaking down the wall of the defences she had erected to stop him getting inside. He was winning her back and she could do nothing but surrender willingly.
“Don’t worry, these people are very close to you,” Raoul continued. “Your best friend Maxine is dying to see you. That’s who I was on the phone to this morning. She didn’t believe you were back. You are both like sisters. I didn’t want to tell you straightaway, especially this morning when you seemed so distressed.”
Sabrina felt uneasy at the prospect of meeting more people who she called strangers. But she looked up at Raoul.
“I’m ok. I will deal with it,” she reluctantly assured him.
She turned away and pretended to preoccupied with watching the French countryside. She didn’t want to talk anymore. She felt tired, satiated. It seemed to creep up on her like it had done the night before. She closed her eyes and allowed the motion of the car to lull her into a gentle sleep as she wondered what her guests would be like.
* * *
Sabrina woke just before the car made its descent along the narrow road that led to the chateau. She found a blanket tucked around her body.
“Did you have a good sleep?” Raoul asked gently.
“Yes, broken with dreams or memories. I can’t seem to tell the difference these days.”
She glanced out of the window.
“The chateau is so beautiful in the snow. Why do we live there?” she asked sleepily. “I would have thought we would have lived in the centre of Paris for work.”
“We do, correction, did, during the week. Since you left I have spent more and more time in the chateau. I always felt close to you in the
Slowly he straightened her and turned her around. She desperately wanted him to satisfy her need. She no longer cared who watched. She wanted him strong and hard inside her. She wanted to feel his strength, feel his cock dominating and hard, riding her into submission. The satisfied curl of his lips told her he would not disappoint. Pierre walked away as Raoul sat her on the bonnet of the car. She cried out, feeling the pain on her bottom sting reminding her sharply of the lesson she had just learned.
Raoul watched her wetness streak the sleek black metallic paint with approval. The heat of the car engine stirred her need. She moved restlessly, feeling her clit scrape the metallic surface, coaxing her pleasure. For the first time in a long time, Sabrina felt wanton and ready for passionate sex. Throwing caution to the wind in a sexual encounter had never happened in the last ten years. Yet this man was provoking feelings and reactions in her she had never dreamt possible of giving her such pleasure.
No words were spoken. Raoul simply unzipped his trousers and splayed his hands around her buttocks cooling in the winter air. He thrust strongly into her to the hilt. She leaned back and gave a satisfied sigh. He stood for a moment, silently, patiently waiting inside of her, allowing her to feel his cock’s dominance and mastery just like before, then rammed inside her fast and strong, unable to contain himself any further. She placed her tied hands around his neck and held on as he firmly fucked her into submission, making Sabrina feel truly conquered by her husband.
“I’ve invited some people for the weekend and they will arrive this evening,” Raoul told Sabrina in the car as they travelled home. Her hands were now untied. Although her bottom was sore, her cheeks bore a healthy glow of satisfaction. Raoul was holding her hand, smoothing the pad of his thumb over her knuckles in a loving protective gesture. Sabrina felt more relaxed than she had ever done. A growing need to be close to Raoul had taken root and was breaking down the wall of the defences she had erected to stop him getting inside. He was winning her back and she could do nothing but surrender willingly.
“Don’t worry, these people are very close to you,” Raoul continued. “Your best friend Maxine is dying to see you. That’s who I was on the phone to this morning. She didn’t believe you were back. You are both like sisters. I didn’t want to tell you straightaway, especially this morning when you seemed so distressed.”
Sabrina felt uneasy at the prospect of meeting more people who she called strangers. But she looked up at Raoul.
“I’m ok. I will deal with it,” she reluctantly assured him.
She turned away and pretended to preoccupied with watching the French countryside. She didn’t want to talk anymore. She felt tired, satiated. It seemed to creep up on her like it had done the night before. She closed her eyes and allowed the motion of the car to lull her into a gentle sleep as she wondered what her guests would be like.
* * *
Sabrina woke just before the car made its descent along the narrow road that led to the chateau. She found a blanket tucked around her body.
“Did you have a good sleep?” Raoul asked gently.
“Yes, broken with dreams or memories. I can’t seem to tell the difference these days.”
She glanced out of the window.
“The chateau is so beautiful in the snow. Why do we live there?” she asked sleepily. “I would have thought we would have lived in the centre of Paris for work.”
“We do, correction, did, during the week. Since you left I have spent more and more time in the chateau. I always felt close to you in the
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