Marcus Begs as His Wife Takes the Bull

Mike knelt in the center of the master bedroom, wrists bound tightly behind his back with a silk tie from his own closet. His heart hammered so hard he could feel it in his throat. Kayla stood in front of him, already flushed and breathing fast, wearing nothing but a tiny black lace thong that barely contained the swell of her pussy lips. At twenty-eight, his wife had never looked more fertile or more dangerous: heavy, milky tits with fat pink nipples, wide breeding hips, and a soft, rounded belly that seemed made to carry strong seed.

“You’re really going to do this?” Mike whispered, voice cracking.

Kayla looked down at him, eyes glittering with a mix of love and cruel excitement. “You begged for months, baby. Now you get exactly what you asked for. Darius is on his way. You stay on your knees the entire time. Hands stay tied. And every single second you want to watch, you will beg out loud for permission. If you forget, he leaves and this never happens again. Understand?”

Mike’s cock twitched uselessly in his pants. “Yes… I understand.”

The doorbell rang.