I don’t want you to walk around half-naked down there.”
She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, dumbfounded.
William stood and held out his hand.
She peered at his palm, then up at him, and back at his offered hand.
Eventually, she clasped her soft palm in his, and they went to the kitchen to eat dinner in silence – she consumed an entire steak.
***
Ivy walked in front of William, and he was fixated on her scrumptious ass in the tight-fitting red dress with thin straps that crossed at her shoulders. The fabric wasn’t sheer, but she was even more appetizing in it than in the previous dress, and the color accentuated her auburn curls. He also made her wear a black Venetian mask this time, and her attire matched his. He was wearing his black pants and dress shirt with red suspenders, sleeves rolled up to the elbows.
To try to force a shift in their relationship, he didn’t tie her to him this time, yet he had the rope in his pocket in case of emergency.
They stopped at the familiar entrance of Sins, and William hooked his arm around her waist before entering.
The smell of sex permeated the air as he and Ivy were welcomed by the hostess next to the fountain of champagne glasses.
The lights of only five of the dozen chandeliers were turned on, so the room was darkened. As they walked around, Ivy was once again engrossed in the many sexual activities. Two men were fucking each other on the first bed they passed. William recognized one as Jeremy Dechamps, his rival fighter, who had apparently been granted a membership by Charles. William grinned maliciously because owning Sins also meant that William and Charles had much important information to bribe upper class citizens with if they ever gave them problems, or if William needed to strong-arm them into doing his bidding. Jeremy’s father wouldn’t be pleased to know that his prodigal son liked to suck dick. Not while his father was arranging a political marriage for Jeremy with a tedious, ugly senator’s daughter.
Ivy made a face. Evidently, she recognized him too, but she kept quiet.
William doubted his decision to not bind her, because it was obvious that she paid close attention to everyone and everything around her. Ivy was conniving – he already knew that. But he had to take the risk of not tying her to him in order to show her goodwill.
In front of one of the mahogany beds, there was a woman strapped to a St. Andrew’s Cross with her hands tied high above her head and a slave girl kneeling, sitting on her haunches. The bound woman’s master was flogging her, then he leaned down to finger the slave and had the other woman lap his finger.
“You deserved a reward,” the man spoke and removed a butt plug from the woman on the cross. Then he placed her foot on the girl’s shoulder and pressed the slave’s face into her glistening pussy.
“Suck every drop of her pussy, and don’t you dare stop until she comes,” he ordered, and she eagerly complied.
The bound woman arched and tugged at her restraints while moaning and gawking at William. Her master whispered into her ear and bit her earlobe, then kissed her, but she kept concentrating on William.
Ivy’s breath caught, and she narrowed her eyes at the woman, then hurriedly checked to see if William was paying attention to his fan. It seemed that Ivy was the very jealous type. He’d observed that the previous night as well.
William didn’t find the woman attractive in the least and simply met Ivy’s eyes, brazenly rubbing her hip and ass. His cock was becoming hard though, and he’d bet Ivy was dripping wet.
He murmured against her temple as he surveyed the bodies writhing in the room, “Are you wet, Ivy? So many people here to fuck, but all I want is to eat your pussy.”
He grabbed her hand and rubbed it over his stiffening cock. “I fantasize about riding you, of ruining your sweet pussy and luscious ass so that you can’t walk for days.”
She didn’t flinch or
She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, dumbfounded.
William stood and held out his hand.
She peered at his palm, then up at him, and back at his offered hand.
Eventually, she clasped her soft palm in his, and they went to the kitchen to eat dinner in silence – she consumed an entire steak.
***
Ivy walked in front of William, and he was fixated on her scrumptious ass in the tight-fitting red dress with thin straps that crossed at her shoulders. The fabric wasn’t sheer, but she was even more appetizing in it than in the previous dress, and the color accentuated her auburn curls. He also made her wear a black Venetian mask this time, and her attire matched his. He was wearing his black pants and dress shirt with red suspenders, sleeves rolled up to the elbows.
To try to force a shift in their relationship, he didn’t tie her to him this time, yet he had the rope in his pocket in case of emergency.
They stopped at the familiar entrance of Sins, and William hooked his arm around her waist before entering.
The smell of sex permeated the air as he and Ivy were welcomed by the hostess next to the fountain of champagne glasses.
The lights of only five of the dozen chandeliers were turned on, so the room was darkened. As they walked around, Ivy was once again engrossed in the many sexual activities. Two men were fucking each other on the first bed they passed. William recognized one as Jeremy Dechamps, his rival fighter, who had apparently been granted a membership by Charles. William grinned maliciously because owning Sins also meant that William and Charles had much important information to bribe upper class citizens with if they ever gave them problems, or if William needed to strong-arm them into doing his bidding. Jeremy’s father wouldn’t be pleased to know that his prodigal son liked to suck dick. Not while his father was arranging a political marriage for Jeremy with a tedious, ugly senator’s daughter.
Ivy made a face. Evidently, she recognized him too, but she kept quiet.
William doubted his decision to not bind her, because it was obvious that she paid close attention to everyone and everything around her. Ivy was conniving – he already knew that. But he had to take the risk of not tying her to him in order to show her goodwill.
In front of one of the mahogany beds, there was a woman strapped to a St. Andrew’s Cross with her hands tied high above her head and a slave girl kneeling, sitting on her haunches. The bound woman’s master was flogging her, then he leaned down to finger the slave and had the other woman lap his finger.
“You deserved a reward,” the man spoke and removed a butt plug from the woman on the cross. Then he placed her foot on the girl’s shoulder and pressed the slave’s face into her glistening pussy.
“Suck every drop of her pussy, and don’t you dare stop until she comes,” he ordered, and she eagerly complied.
The bound woman arched and tugged at her restraints while moaning and gawking at William. Her master whispered into her ear and bit her earlobe, then kissed her, but she kept concentrating on William.
Ivy’s breath caught, and she narrowed her eyes at the woman, then hurriedly checked to see if William was paying attention to his fan. It seemed that Ivy was the very jealous type. He’d observed that the previous night as well.
William didn’t find the woman attractive in the least and simply met Ivy’s eyes, brazenly rubbing her hip and ass. His cock was becoming hard though, and he’d bet Ivy was dripping wet.
He murmured against her temple as he surveyed the bodies writhing in the room, “Are you wet, Ivy? So many people here to fuck, but all I want is to eat your pussy.”
He grabbed her hand and rubbed it over his stiffening cock. “I fantasize about riding you, of ruining your sweet pussy and luscious ass so that you can’t walk for days.”
She didn’t flinch or
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