Rank and its privileges

‘Fuck….I miss him’ I gasped, holding David’s head, my nails dug into his scalp. I ground against my husband’s face.

‘I know you do’ he said. He was crying too. He was crying and licking at the same time. The defeat in his head was the defeat of his soul as well. David was second best, he would always be second best.

‘Lucien’s got a new job in our area…he is going to live with us if you behave’ I breathed.

it should have caused an eruption in my husband. He should have rebelled, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself ever again to believe that I was other than Lucien’s at beck and call. The earlier pleading, well that was all that could be managed.

‘Yes M’am’ he answered.

M’am, that was how he addressed me back then, it was what Lucien had required. David wasn’t to suppose that he was my equal. Lucien had told him, I was a Major’s bitch now and he was but a captain. He was to treat me as his superior, a lady, a sexual bitch that he knelt in thrall before and a woman who had power because so many admired her when they saw her with Lucien. So much style, so much attitude, so much presence.

‘I thought we’d go shopping’ I moaned softly watching David lick me, ‘for some nice things for me to wear for Lucien. Would you like that?’ I stroked David’s hair. The old compulsion, the old submission, it was a capitulation that rolled over and over. Some place back in David’s childhood women had dominated him. Some place long ago he learned that women were better than men, at least, his sort of man. ‘I want stockings and a new suspender belt. I want that Rolex that we always admire in the jewellers window’ I whispered. David licked like a dog. He licked like a dirty dog that smelled a woman on heat and sidled up to her as she seated herself in a pavement cafe. ‘You will buy the things for me, take some pictures of me wearing them, and then email them to Lucien’ I instructed softly.

David is such a dirty little supplicant. He is such a weak male. I told him to slip up onto the bed and to lie face up so I could straddled his face. Of course he did it. He did it remembering Lucien and the way his stiff stalk filled me. He did it remembering how Lucien made me groan. When a woman cleaves to a man that she worships, there is an animal lust about that. She devours his cock, gripping and holding it so that she gets all the semen that he has to give. The image, the image terrified David. He had never seen me like that!

I held my sex just above David’s mouth. His spittle, my arousal elixir dripped from my swollen sex lips and down onto his face.

‘You know where this is heading….if you submit like the weak little fagot that you are’ I taunted.

‘Yes M’am’ he murmured. He was terrified and yet now he needed to lick again. He needed to bury his mouth against my sex to hate himself that way. That was what he did, loathing the very weakness that posed little resistance when I said that Lucien was coming to stay.

‘You’ll beg me to come off the pill, in front of Lucien, you will do that’.

Please wait…

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