CHAPTER SIX
Invitation to Plunder
Lorene’s Perspective
Blinking my eyes against the flicker of the candlelight I noticed how pitch dark it was outside. Rearing up off the bed, I looked about, but he wasn’t there.
My eyes saw the note and then with a gasp the sparkle of a green gemstone. Reaching forward I picked both up.
Reading the note I felt a swell of emotion rise up deeply within me. “Thank you for making my house a home. It means a lot to me. The necklace is in no way payment for the work you’ve done. I just saw it today and the bright, vivid color of it reminded me of you somehow.
P.S. The food was terrible. I will be more than glad to help you learn how to cook in the morning if you would care to allow me to.”
A soft smile curled at my lips. He could cook.
That was a good thing as otherwise we might starve. But as his note said, he was willing to help me.
What a difference had occurred in him. Getting up I went to a bedroom drawer and pulled out my mother’s Bible.
This was where the difference in me had come from and with intense appreciation I hugged the Words of God to my chest. The morning after that night he had spanked me, I had opened my mother’s Bible and started reading.
I hadn’t stopped it seemed until one day I was told to put it away and go up to the deck and apologize to my man. I had been surprised to see the shoreline of America so close.
Now it was hard to believe that I was still living in the same day that so much had already occurred in.
I loved his house, the town, simply everything. The air was so clear and the eyes of the people were so bright with life.
I hadn’t been here, even one day yet, but to me America was already a home in a way that the house and city that I had grown up in had never been to me after my mother died and left me alone in life.
One thing led to another and I opened the Bible intent to start reading again and gain more encouragement, along with wisdom. The desire to read the Words of God was great, but I hesitated as I felt the call of my God’s voice to me once more in my soul.
I closed the Bible and looked toward the doorway of the bedroom. As if on cue I heard a shuffle of papers from down stairs and my hand came to my lips as I made a soft exclamation.
He was cleaning up his desk area!
Oh, I was so grateful for that! It had taken everything within me to leave that area alone today.
It had been hard, really hard, but doing the right thing as I had done was most definitely the best thing. Leaning forward I set the Bible on the bedside table.
Taking the necklace that he had left for me, I put it on. I had in my life had much finer jewels, but this necklace was special.
Standing up I slowly began taking off my clothes until only my chemise remained. Taking a deep breath I stared at the doorway again.
It was time to go please my husband and welcome him home. As much as he now felt welcome within his own home so did he need to know that he was very clearly welcome within my body.
Barefoot I made my way down the stairs, not making a sound in my passage. The green gem twinkled beckoningly as it lay nestled in the valley between my breasts.
I stopped at the study door. It was hard to face this moment, because well - the last time had been so awful.
It really hadn’t been him that had been so awful. It had been me.
I had deserved every spank that I’d gotten from his hand upon my bottom. Just the same I never wanted to be that person that I had been that night ever again.
Laying there and acting like the wonderful feel of his shaft in me had been the opposite in order to try to punish him in some way was a behavior I never intended to repeat in life again God so help me. I wanted to be his fantasy and every time we were together in the future, I wanted to be as lost in the moment as I felt him to be that night on the ship.
In order to reach that future, though it had to start now and I was willing to do whatever it took to start the ball rolling. Squaring my shoulders, I took a deep breath and then let it out fully knowing that the intensity of the man I had been paired up with by God would soon once again be in me deeply, but this time would be different.
This time it would be because I welcomed him in. The reality of that though meant that I also had to open my heart to him and this too, I accepted as I raised my hand and gently pushed the door of his study open and stepped into the room.
Adam’s Perspective
I heard a noise and looked up and saw Lorene. Blinking then I really saw her come into perspective.
Mouth suddenly dry I stood up as she approached wearing my necklace and little else. She had a shaky looking smile on her lips, but the closer she got the more sure of herself she seemed to become.
She looked me in the eye and something seemed to pulse within her gaze and I read it for what it was, desire. She wanted me.
Speechless, I saw her stop at the desk now clean of all papers. Her smile only got richer and with one hand, she reached up and slid a strap of her chemise down.
The little minx was seducing me. She still didn’t speak.
Slowly then she came around the desk. Raising her hands, she placed them on my shoulders and pulled.
I sat down. Still smiling, she then straddled my one leg and sat on it facing me.
I groaned as I felt the hot center of her womanhood riding the top of my thigh.
For the first time, then she spoke, “I’m your wife Honey. You don’t need permission to touch.”
I didn’t know where this woman had come from, but I wanted her to stay. Reaching out a hand, I speared it into the back of her hair and brought her face closer.
Staring into her hazel eyes I kissed her and as I did she parted her lips with an open invitation to plunder and I did. My other hand rose up between us and with desire I lifted the weight of her breast with it.
Our lips broke apart and looking into my eyes, I then saw her start raising her hands. This undergarment was different.
It had front closures. One by one she was undoing them from the bottom up until with the last snap undone her breasts spilled free.
They weren’t free for long. Holding them, I relished the feel of her leaning forward as she embraced my touch upon them. Her breasts were perfect, as a whole so was all of her, more than that though it was something inside of her that I cherished the most in this moment.
Speaking of inside that was where I wanted to be badly. My eyes rose to hers and in them I saw only open invitation to conquer and plunder her as I wished to.
Leaning in close she groaned deeply as my thumbs rubbed over her nipples possessively. Her lips came around to my ear even as I felt my thigh become soaked with the essence of her own desire.
Her words were fuel to make flames go higher as she whispered into my ear after kissing it, “Do I please you?”
Her answer was a groan from me, even as my hands tightened on her breasts. She gasped sharply caught in her own trap of passion and I deepened it by then squeezing her nipples.
Her gasp became a series of moans as she buried her face against my neck as an orgasm swept through her.
Chuckling into her ear I said, “Very much so.”
She straightened up with shock still blazed across her face and I leaned forward to taste her lips all over again. She moaned into my mouth and pulling back, I once more saw the temptress rise in her.
I had never expected anything like this from her. Her teeth showed and leaning forward she bit my shoulder softly.
In response I let one full breast fall and reaching back, I gave her a light spank. She chuckled and licked the spot on my shoulder even as both of my hands swept around to fill themselves with the fullness of an ass created to be adored by a man.
I knew the bruises were long gone, but still…. “Lorene, I….”
Leaning back, she shook her head will breasts swaying as she stilled my words with a finger to my lips. Speaking with a throaty husk of desire to her voice that had an almost enslaving quality to it, she said, “I deserved it. You are my man and I choose to respect you from this day forward as such and I won’t ever act like that again.”
Her eyes drifted down and with a coy smile she asked, “Now where would you like to put your cock Master?”
Her liquid gaze of hazel tinged fire met mine again and with utter sincerity she breathed out, “My body belongs to Adam. Do with it whatever pleases you.”
I needed deepness. I needed to be deep into the sudden dream come true that sat drenching my leg with desire for none other but me.
The beast within me rose and for a moment I resisted, but she shook her head no with excitement, “I want it! I want you! Adam, I need you to be you. Honey, please, take me!”
I snapped. I stood up abruptly even as I sat her back against the desk.
She didn’t know what she’d done. My hands gripped a hold of my shirt and shredded it off of me in a cascade of buttons.
Her eyes were wide now and I saw the hitch in her breathing as I freed myself of my pants almost as swiftly as I had of my shirt. Seizing a hold of her I drug her off the desk and up against me harshly.
Her breasts smashed into my chest even as I savagely kissed her with all the passion I felt for her. Her eyes sparkled and then I abruptly turned her and instead of it being my chest, her breasts were smashed against it was the surface of my desk. I’d had her once before like this only I hadn’t done what I had wanted to.
This time was different. Groaning, I took in the sight of her perfect bottom and glistening womanhood and finding my way forward I drove deeply into her all the way to the gates of her womb and I roared with the exultation that I felt as a master of both my home and my woman.
Lorene’s Perspective
I gasped hard and shuddered. The size of him!
Oh God, the sheer size of him!
There was nowhere to go as the front of my thighs were smashed into the desk by each deep thrusting surge from what I knew to be a man, but what felt like a stallion having his way with me from behind. The violence of his possession was titillating as it spelled out the reality of what it meant to be both dominated and highly desired at the same moment.
Groaning, I ground my breasts into the top of his desk getting immediate electric thrills from doing so even as my man literally ravaged me. I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow this I knew.
Groaning intensely then as something was repeatedly struck hard within me, I admitted savagely that I didn’t care. The shaft he was plunging my insides repeatedly full of kept rubbing so hard upon something and then on one thrust he hit it directly!
I couldn’t help it - I screamed as I felt the whole of me clamp down on the invading possessor of me, but still with a savage cry, he pulled free, only to force me open down to my deepest depths again and again. Crying and sobbing, I clutched at the edge of the desk loudly begging for more.
What had this man done to me!
A massive amount of fluid let loose and crying, I banged my fist against the desktop, even as I felt a deeper jet of hotness bath me from within. Powerful hands about my waist only clutched tighter and I heard a man, my man roar out in the utter completion of having claimed me, even as I was now pumped full of his seed.
I felt my whole body seize up all over again and deliciously lock down over every blessed inch of his shaft now at rest as it was buried to the very hilt within my womanhood. Breathing hard I gasped with pleasure and rested euphorically in the bliss of knowing how deeply I had pleased my man, even as I got to remain impaled upon him like it was a heaven sent gift from God to be as I was right now.
Adam’s Perspective
Breathing hard I rested on my elbows. I’d already been so rough I didn’t need to crush her now with my weight.
Groaning, I shifted on my feet. I was still lusciously buried to the hilt in her.
I didn’t want to leave, but as it was I had the poor girl up on tiptoe. I’d been so rough, but oh the fury of the pleasure I’d seen her experience.
To see her melt apart at the seams had almost been as pleasurable as feeling my own orgasm. Groaning, I pulled out.
Standing back, I viewed her with desire all over again. Still bent over the desk her feet came down to be planted on the floor once more.
Her face had been to the side, but now she put it face down as with heavy embarrassment that I hated to hear she whispered out, “Did I pee all over you?”
Truly, she was standing in a veritable puddle, but it wasn’t what she thought. Quickly I leaned forward to kiss her sweaty back, “Goodness no Honey. No you’re just a really blessed woman. You had an orgasm that not that many women have and when you do you release a lot of fluid, but I promise you that it’s not pee. I promise you that and Honey?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t you ever dare hold back from having that kind of orgasm when you feel it coming!”
“Okay.” Then, even more quietly she whispered, “No one ever told me that sex was like this.”
“It’s not like this for everyone. We are very fortunate. And now I have to say that I am very hungry.”
Immediately she started to rise upward, “I’m sorry! I’ll try to make something edible. I……”
Turning her I sat her on the desk and to her surprise, I gently pushed her down till her head was lying on the desk. In surprise, she watched me as I brought both of her legs up into the air.
Smiling at her I said, “Not at all what I meant Darling. I’m hungry for you.”
“Oh.” She whispered, even as she watched me sit down.
My hands warmly rubbing up and down on the back of her full thighs, I then held them parted away from her sex. I gazed down with desire upon all that lay before me.
“Honey, there’s just really no words to describe you other than to say you're beautiful.”
She gasped, then as my lips first kissed and then suckled, only to lick and then do it all over again and again.
She writhed and twisted about upon my desk crying out in ecstasy. Sometimes, begging for more and at other times begging for me to stop.
I didn’t listen to her, but I did as I wished with her. She was mine and so was her pleasure and I wanted to give her more than any other woman had ever experienced before.
As the sun came up behind me, I stood up. Pressing her shaking knees towards her chest I went deep into her all over again.
I filled her again with the hot essence of me even as by continued pleasure I completely wore her out to the point where she was barely even conscious.
Carrying her upstairs, I laid her under the covers. My little temptress was out for the count.
For myself, I couldn’t be more pleased. Because of her I felt twice the man today as I had yesterday.
Who needed sleep, when she’d given me the energy that life was made of.