It gets darker the further we go, the light at the top of the stairs fading.
But after a few more steps, I notice a new glow, one coming from below.
“Last two steps,” King tells me over his shoulder as he hits the bottom.
There’s a small landing, maybe four feet long, at the bottom of the steps. Beyond that is an open door and another dimly lit room.
King turns to face me, his bulk blocking the room beyond.
His fingers lift and he starts to undo the buttons. “Have I ever told you how sexy you are?”
King’s voice is husky and my nipples practically spring to life.
I shake my head. “I don’t think you have.”
“Then shame on me.” He pushes the shirt off my shoulders. “Because you, little wife, are what wet dreams are made of.” King reaches behind him and drapes the shirt over the door handle.
I want to touch him. Want to undo his shirt like he just did mine, but a muffled sound from the creepy basement room reminds me where we are.
“What was that?” I don’t know if I’m breathless from fear or lust. My brain, my body, has no idea what to focus on.
King leans in close. “A fantasy I didn’t know I had until I met you.”
His lips brush mine. Once. Twice. And on the third time, he presses his to mine. Hard.
And I cave. Opening my mouth to kiss him back.
King groans at my submission, and his hands slide down from my shoulders to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them through the thin fabric of my dress.
My hands go back to their original goal, and start working on King’s shirt, until it’s unbuttoned all the way.
I press my palms against King’s stomach, feeling the muscles beneath his skin flexing at my touch.
“Grab my dick, Baby.” King rolls his hips forward and I drop my hands to comply, palming him over the material of his pants.
He’s so thick. So hard.
King releases his grip on my chest to rip off his belt and shove a hand down the front of his pants. He leaves them on but adjusts himself so that his cock is pointing up, the tip sticking out of the waistband, a bead of precum glistening in the faint light.
He swipes his thumb across the tip, gathering his essence, and brings the drop up to my mouth.
“You’re gonna come twice tonight.” He drags his thumb across my lips. “Once before I get inside of you. And once while I’m pumping you full of my seed.”
Sweet mother of god, I’m about to come now.
I lick my lips, tasting him. Flooding my panties.
“Can you do that for me, Savannah? Can you be my good girl and come twice?”
I nod.
“I want your words.”
“Yes, My King.”
King’s grin slithers across my skin.
“Fucking perfect.” King dips down, gripping me by my ass, and lifting me into his arms. “You are fucking perfect.”
His mouth fuses to mine and warmth swamps me when he hugs me tight against his body, and I can feel his length against my core.
I’m soaked. And the pressure on my clit pushes a moan out of my throat.
With his big hands spread across my ass, his fingers work their way under the edges of my underwear, until his hands are against my bare skin.
His tongue is still invading my mouth and the constant rumble in his chest feels like heaven against my nipples.
Gripping my ass, his fingertips spread me, making me squirm in his grip, as the fabric of my underwear rubs against my back entrance.
Through all of this, King keeps rocking me against his length and I’m embarrassingly close to coming already.
“King!” I pull my mouth from his to gasp for breath.
Up here, at his height, I can see over King’s shoulder into the room behind him. And the man within.
My body tries to stiffen, but I’m still wrapped around King, and he just hugs me closer. Still rocking me on his length.
The man is sitting in the middle of the room, tied up and gagged, with a taut chain wrapped around his neck and suspended from the ceiling.
“Trust me,” King whispers against my ear.
But there’s a man. Tied up in a basement.
King keeps hold of me as he backs into the room.
My lungs are struggling to pull in breath as my eyes hurry to take in the rest of the details.
The room is a concrete block, not much bigger than a standard bedroom, with a few bare bulbs suspended from the ceiling.
It’s clean, and might look plain, if not for the captive and giant tool chest along the side wall.
Once we’re inside the room, King turns so he’s facing the man, and I’m facing the wall. But the way I’m wrapped around King, and the way he’s gripping my ass, means that my dress is riding up and giving the other man a view of King’s hands as they fondle me.
One of King’s fingers strokes over my back entrance and my vision blurs.
King nuzzles his cheek against mine. “He’s a horrible man. And he’s going to die tonight. But I’m going to fuck you in front of him first.”
Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck.
He rocks his hips forward, the pressure of his hard cock almost painful against my clit. “I wasn’t lying about killing anyone who sees you like this. So, this is the only way.”
This is so fucked up.
King slides me down his body until my feet hit the floor, then he spins me, so my back is to his front, and we’re both facing the prisoner.
One strong arm wraps around my body, holding me in place. “He doesn’t deserve to see you.” King’s other hand starts to bunch up my dress. “He doesn’t deserve this piece of heaven before I send him to Hell.” He doesn’t stop until my underwear is exposed. Until I’m exposed to this stranger.
So incredibly fucked up.
King slides his hand down my belly into my panties, and instantly groans, dropping his mouth to my shoulder. “Christ, you’re fucking dripping.”
I am. And I can’t stop my body from arching into his touch, even as I want to shout at him that my body was primed before he showed me what was waiting for us.
But you’re getting wetter by the second.
He rubs against my slit, making his fingers slick. “This is how you come the first time.”
“King…” My hands reach up to clutch at the arm holding me in place. “We can’t…”
“We can.” He curls his fingers, sliding them inside of me. “And we will.” He drags his fingers out, slips them over my clit. “But I need you to come quick, because I need to be inside this sweet pussy.”
“I don’t…”
I was going to say I don’t think I can. But then King fucking vibrates his fingers against my clit. Vibrates. And I can’t do anything other than cling to him.
“That’s it, Honey.” King presses the side of his mouth to my ear. So we’re nearly cheek to cheek. Both facing forward. Both looking at the man who’s staring wide-eyed back at us. “He can look all he wants. Because when we’re done, I’m going to cut the eyeballs out of his head.”
I start to whimper. Crying incoherently, because god help me, I’m enjoying this.
His fingers press harder and I can’t tear my eyes away. Watching the man as he watches King’s hand inside my panties.
“Come on, Baby.” The hand pressed between my breasts shifts, and I feel him tugging down the front of my dress.
I pull on his arm, but I don’t know if I’m trying to make him stop, or go faster.
But my confusion is beaten out by need, because as my tits spill free, and I can feel the man’s attention in my core.
Knowing he likes what he sees.
Knowing he can’t touch me.
Knowing King won’t ever let him touch me.
Knowing I belong to King and no one else.
King pinches my nipple, his fingers between my thighs never stopping, and I moan. Loudly.
Everything clenches as I try to stave it off for just another moment.
“Yeah, Wife, that’s it. Soak my fucking fingers. Make him watch as you come all over my hand.”
The man’s eyes drop from my chest, back to where King’s hand is playing with my pussy, blocked only by a thin layer of lace. And that’s the final straw.
King’s heavy breathing fills my ears as I explode. “Keep going.” His fingers keep flying over my clit. “Make that pussy ready for me.”
My fingers start to claw at his arm. “I am,” I pant. “I’m ready.”
King’s arms wrap around me, and he lifts, until he’s carrying me a few strides across the room.
He sets me down a couple feet in front of the tool chest.
“Bend over. Hands on the counter.”
I do as he says, stretching my arms out in front of me to reach the surface.
A large hand slides from the base of my neck, down to my lower back. “Arch for me, Wife.”
I do.
King flips up the back of my dress, so it’s bunched around my waist.
I turn my head to the side, so I can see the man in the chair. He’s a little behind us now. But just as I think it, King grips my hips and angles us, so the man gets more of a profile view.
“Got to make sure he can see those tits.” King shakes my hips and I can feel my tits sway with the movement. “And,” he starts to pull my panties down my legs, “gotta make sure he can see me sliding in and out of your hot little slit.” King lets them drop around my ankles, and I watch over my shoulder as he stands behind me.
There’s the sound of a zipper, followed by the slap of King letting his cock smack against the top of my ass.
King bends his knees, aligning our heights, and I slide up onto my tippy toes.
“My greedy Baby.” King groans, his cock sliding easily against my drenched lips.
His tip starts to press against my entrance and the man in the chair makes a groaning sound.
“He can watch.” King pushes forward, slowly filling me. Steadily filling me. “He can dream about sucking those tits.” He bottoms out, and we both moan. Then he starts to pull back out. “He can see how much my dick glistens when I pull out of you.” King gives a few shallow thrusts, just the head of his cock moving in and out of me, as he grips my ass, spreading me so he can look straight down at what he’s doing. “But no one sees your holes.” A finger slick with my own release rubs over my back entrance.
My back arches further, of its own volition, and King lets out a chuckle.
“Who would’ve guessed my wife would be so fucking filthy.” He circles his thumb around the tight ring of muscle. “Down for fucking anything.” He starts pushing his cock all the way back in. “Ready to take me any way I can give it to her.”
I can’t stop myself from looking over at the man.
He’s watching where King is entering me. Looking at my husband’s length, and… I bite back a moan. He’s hard. There’s a bulge in the front of his pants, and I know he’s smaller than King, but something about seeing another man physically turned on from watching us sends a shudder through my body.
The watching. The slow thrusts. The way King is making me feel back there. It has me right back on the edge.
“Please,” I beg.
King’s hips meet mine, his hands moving back to my waist, gripping me tight.
“Please, what?”
I swear his cock pulses inside of me.
“Please, My King. I need you to fuck me!”
His rumble sounds like a purr, “Anything for my Queen.”
