Chapter Fifteen
The Daily Joys of Enslavement
Brad was a cuckold. And he…well, he was a c*m-eater, too. God, what a strange thing to think...And yet it was true, he knew, blushing fiercely—so, so true.
Yes, the calmly merciless Alyssa had trained her husband-slave well. Once he could not even have imagined such a life…but she knew, she knew. Simmering within, and aching with the needs that no one man ever could fulfill, no matter how loving and devoted he might be, the dark-eyed sable-haired beauty at last had maneuvered her shocked spouse step by step, unknowing, until he would give his wife’s tender white body to strangers, would wait patient as a child while they grappled with her shapely pale flesh…would thank her, flushing shamed and grateful all at once, for the mere opportunity t
