Tameable (Warrior Masters) Read Free

material to the side and viewed his naked wife lustily.  Only her grey and silver high-heeled party shoes remained on her feet.  I jumped when she slapped his face hard.
    “You will pay for that dress.  It was one of my favourites.”
    He whipped his jaw back sharply and rubbed it.  He grinned.  God he was handsome.  His features were refined, aristocratic and he wielded power easily.
    “I will buy you a hundred dresses like it, baby.  Just do as I tell you.  I want you in my arms forever, not dead.  Now come to papa and let me satisfy that ache between your thighs.  I know you are wet.  Yo u always are after a punishment, little girl.”
    I watched Haydn unzip his trousers and lift out his cock.  It was long, thick and crushingly hard more than adequate enough to satisfy any woman’s pleasure including my own I thought with lament.  Then he lifted Katrina up as though her weight was a mere nothing and lowered her down on to it.  With a grunt he moved up deep inside her.
    “You are so wet, Katrina.  I love it when you are wet.  I want you wet all the time, baby.”
    He nuzzled his face against her breasts, sipping at one taut nipple as he helped move her up and down on top of him.  It was freezing cold yet Katrina and Haydn did not seem the slightest bit bothered by the snowy weather.  They looked gorgeous together.
    I shifted uneasily feeling the wet discomfort and ache between my thighs making me wish I was in Katrina’s place.  It had been so long since I had been taken by a man.  It was unfair.  Tears gathered in my eyes.  I was alone without a husband without anyone.
    Katrina leaned back thrusting more of her breast in to his mouth.  Haydn reached one hand up to her hair and pulled at the pins that restrained it.  They tumbled out to the ground freeing her dark brown hair from its prison.  It fell in curls around her shoulders giving her a goddess like appearance.  Sadness, dismay and jealousy seared through me.  She was beautiful.  No wonder she possessed such a handsome husband who loved her so strongly.
    She panted.  He grunted lifting himself up in the chair to penetrate her deeply as she hotly moved down on him.  I jumped again when his hand reached out to give her breasts a sudden slap.  I had never seen a woman breast slapped before and I found myself intrigued.  He repeated the action when she moaned loudly and received another enticing response.
    “I want you to come, Katrina.  Come on my command.  Be a good girl and come for papa,” he grinned.  I watched him nuzzle her neck.  He opened hi s mouth and grazed his teeth along the sensitive skin of her throat.  She moaned heavily.  Then to my shock he sank his teeth in to her skin.  My mind dismissed it as a love bite because I saw no blood drawn but somewhere deep inside my mind I knew better.  It was some sort of a bite.  I was disturbed that along with Katrina I was highly aroused by the action.
    Katrina groaned loudly in between delivering a series of purrs and helpless cries of pleasure.  Haydn continued to nibble at her skin and reached down to her bottom.  With firm strikes he spanked her buttocks again.  She cried with pain and gripped his shoulders tight for support.  Her movements became frantic as she pumped down on top of his hard dominating length.  Another two slaps and a cry from Haydn of,  “Come for papa, now” in a loud commanding voice, and Katrina was panting and coming like a wild woman.  She writhed against him pushing down hard on his cock.  He pushed up in hard staccato thrusts and came with her, inserting a probing middle digit between the enticing crease of her buttocks and up inside her anal entrance.  I drew my breath when he pushed it in and out in rhythm with his thrusts in to her vagina every time she pushed down on him hard.
    The urge to slip my hand down my trousers and masturbate and satisfy my aching vagina was potent but I refrained for the sake of propriety and fear of