Page 104 of Shades of Ruin

“Just open the fucking door already,” she begs, her voice low and dripping with need.

“Yes, Mrs. Greyson.” I twist the handle and open the door.

My private room looks the same as it always has—red walls accented with a huge, floor to ceiling fireplace that sets the room ablaze with flickers of warm, burnished flames, racks of whips and other instruments of pain spanning across two walls, a cabinet of more specialized torture devices fixed in the corner, a St. Andrew’s cross in the other corner, and a black leather bed set in the center of the room.

It’s the same bed where I cut and fucked my angel for the first time that fateful Halloween. It’s the same bed where I fell under a spell as powerful as any magic or witchcraft as I tasted her lips and cunt for the first time, destined to crave nothing but her from that moment on. It’s the same bed that ruined me when I found it empty later that night after she ran from me. Tonight, there won’t be any running. And tonight, the bed isn’t empty.

Kara and Ashford are sprawled across the sheets, his cock pounding into her from behind with loud, wetslaps. He pulls on her blonde hair that’s been styled into tight curls, jerking her head in the direction of the door. She cries out as he thrusts intoher violently, his strong fingers digging into the soft, pale skin of her ass.

They’re both masked. Kara is in a simple ivory mask that matches her corset and ruffled dressing gown. Ashford wears a white half-mask that only covers one side of his face and something resembling a black tuxedo with a black opera coat discarded on the side of the bed.

Ashford spanks Kara’s ass with a couple harsh swats, turning her skin a nice pink. Angélica moans at the same time Kara does, and it’s obvious my little surprise is hitting the spot just like I knew it would. My filthy angel always likes to watch.

“Do you like seeing her take his cock in her greedy hole?” I whisper against Angélica’s ear, stroking my fingers across her full tits. I can caress her body softly now, and I will never take for granted the privilege that it is to touch my wife in tenderness without her flinching away. Her bravery and strength will never cease to amaze me.

“Yes,” she gasps breathlessly. Her pierced nipples pebble beneath my hands, and I pinch them with a cruel squeeze of my fingers. The pitiful whimper that slips from her lips is the sweetest music I’ve ever heard.

“I thought you would, naughty girl.” I slide my arm around her waist and press my hand between her thighs. “Do you want me to rub your pretty clit while he stuffs her pussy full of cum? Or do you want me to fill you up too?”

Angélica’s head lolls to the side as her eyelids grow heavy, but she keeps staring at the intimate scene in front of us, fixated on the sight of Ashford’s cock sliding in and out of Kara’s puffy, wet folds. “F-fill me up, please.”

Her answer has my thick cock straining in my pants “Why don’t we get a better view?” I purr against her ear before tugging her toward the bed.

Kara and Ashford are on the lower half of the bed,so I lift Angélica and lay her horizontally across the top. Her wings are so large that they knock into Kara as she struggles to take Ashford’s brutal thrusts on her hands and knees. He slaps her ass a few more times before twisting her onto her back beside my wife.

Both of them glance over at us, breaking the illusion they’re indulging in a private moment. They know we’ve been watching them fuck the whole time, and it’s obvious that they’ve enjoyed it just as much as we have. Ashford’s gaze is fixed on the way my fingers stroke Angélica’s bare cunt, his cock so thick and swollen I can’t imagine he’s ever been harder. Like my angel, he’s got a voyeur kink too.

Kara’s dark eyes are hooded and filled with lust in spite of a couple tears streaming down her pink cheeks. I know Ashford doesn’t go any easier on his wife than I do my own—but Kara likes to be hurt and ruined just as much as my angel.

Ashford thrusts his cock back into Kara, and she cries out as he stretches her in the new position. I catch Angélica staring at them, licking her lips as Kara’s cunt swallows Ashford’s large cock and gapes for more. While my wife is distracted by another girl’s pussy, I whip off my belt and fist the smooth leather in my hands. Angélica doesn’t notice the belt flying through the air until it lands against her tit with a sharpthwap.

“Ahhh,” she cries out, instinctively covering her chest with her hands. Ashford shoots me a look of pure wickedness as he eyes the belt in my hands. He’s a bit of a sadist, too.

“Get those hands down, angel,” I command. “You know how this works.”

Angélica bites down on her lip as she lowers her arms at her sides. I lash out and tear open her dress, leaving her bare and exposed for my belt. Her chest heaves in anticipation of the pain that she will always love just as much as pleasure—maybe even more. I hit her again, the leather cracking with a harshthwackas it kisses the naked skin of her belly.

My angel writhes on the bed, lost to the delicious torment as she whimpers and moans under the blows. Ashford fucks Kara with long, slow strokes, both of them entranced by the sight of me whipping my girl beside them. Angélica and Kara are so close on the bed that their thighs brush together. The next time the belt lashes out, it hits them both across the tits, and they whimper in unison. A matching red stripe is painted against their skin, and it’s such a pretty sight.

“Sorry, my aim was off,” I apologize to Ashford with a smirk.

“It’s alright. She’s always in need of a belting. Aren’t you, love?”

Kara glares at him before answering with an obligatory, “Yes, sir.” Her words are choked by a cry as he slams into her with brutal force. I think we both hear a mumbledfucking bastardslip from her lips, and I know he’ll have no problem punishing her for it with his cock.

Both girls flinch when I swing the belt again, this time hitting Angélica directly on her swollen, aching cunt. She grits her teeth to keep from crying out, and I love how hard she tries to keep her screams from me. She won’t last long, though.

I rain a few blows down on her belly and thighs as I finally free my cock from the confines of my pants. My slit is already dripping with pre-cum, and I rub the slickness over my throbbing shaft as I continue to whip Angélica’s thighs until they’re red and burning with heat. “Had enough, angel?” I rasp as I fist my cock so hard it hurts.

“Yes,” Angélica moans, bucking her hips as she begs to take my cock.

I slap the belt against her pussy again. “Yes,what?”

“Yes, Master Greyson.”

“Good girl,” I praise, tossing the belt to the side and reaching down to slot the head of my cock at the entrance of her dripping cunt. “Beg for my, cock, wife.”

“Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me.”

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