Chapter 169. Who's the Boss?

Proserpina

I felt him lifting me up, carrying me gently to the washroom; he held me as we stood under the shower, the warm water running over our bodies as we fused our mouths to each other, hungrily.

He grunted, his erection pressing into my belly again as he said against my mouth.

“I am always the Boss. Your Master. Remember that, my little slave.’

I whispered mindlessly, exhausted but happy,

‘If you say so, Master.’

With a snarl, he lifted my breast to his mouth and bit the nipple.

'The only man who will ride you, the only man whose c*ck you will service, my little wh*re.'

I nodded, gasping as he alternated each word with a nip on my full breasts, his hand straying to my legs. I parted them eagerly and he laughed cruelly.

"So, my little Woman, you want me in your pink pus*y again, eh?' I swallowed.

I whimpered.

'Please, Lucien..."

I was begging mindlessly, but there was no shame in the act.