I hear him chuckle. “It’s a bad day when I’m ordered about by slaves.”
Pierre loosens his belt, unzips his pants and after carefully opening my labia stuffs his erection into my body. This fullness completes me now…when coming from the very first thrust, I writhe against him joyfully. My skin is overloaded with the sensation of his clothes against my nakedness, his lips at the crook of my neck, his hands squeezing my sore ass cheeks as he rocks on inside me. My belly clenches again and again. I’m sure my moans must reach beyond the walls of this dungeon cell to the Coffee Bar above where Jeremiah will be methodically wiping his countertop and the last of his customers are finishing their brew. I’m surprised there isn’t someone hammering against the walls to turn down the volume.
I’m gl
