Chapter 3 Gaston St Claire

Delicately, I stepped out of them, obeying him.

He parted his strong legs, and I stood between them, my hands at my sides, waiting. I would be turning forty in a few years, but I knew, with a lack of pride, that my body had aged well. My breasts were large, firm, and the nipples were still thick and stiff. True, my belly was softer, but I had borne this man before me, eight children. And yes, I was still as crazy about him as I had been when we first met each other...

Gaston's cold eyes flicker as they travel over my tight a*s, my smooth calves, and my strong thighs. They move back to my lush, full breasts with the peaked nipples, awaiting his attention and he makes a sound, low and rumbling but the heat in his eyes gives him away. He wants me just as much as I do...

I blushed as the hot grey eyes drank me in. My thighs were wet, the creaminess pooling between my legs was trickling down, and I was aware that he could smell my arousal. and I was already waiting to be taken by my man.

Suddenly, he reached out and tugged at the soft curls at the juncture of my thighs, and I gasped at the slight pain. Then he thrust two thick fingers into me and I whimpered, moving to hold his shoulders, panting.

This was another of his diktats. I was not permitted to wax or shave my secret area.

I felt my face flame as he withdrew his fingers, wet with my juices.

He wiped his fingers on my pub*c hair as I stood, stock still, my large heavy breasts almost in his face, the nipples hard as bullets.

'Wh*re, get your fat a*s on my lap and stick my c*ck in your dripping wet c*nt,' he growled but his voice was thick with desire.

I sighed. He knew that I hated the way he spoke, dirty and vulgar. I knew that he was deliberately riling me.

I also knew that, in some way, it added to the excitement of our coupling.

I rolled my eyes and knelt before him, noting slyly, the way he stilled.

My hands went to his waistband, and I began to take his member out as he sat regally, his legs splayed to allow me access.

I shot him a quick mischievous look and met the cold eyes, unblinking in intensity as he watched me.

The thick, erect staff sprang out, and I mewled involuntarily. Leaning forward, I licked the bead of pre cum at the tip of his heavily veined, large manhood greedily, but my lover was swift.

Tugging at my hair, he stopped me from taking his erect staff into my mouth.

"Get on my lap, Woman."

He growled, placing the glass beside his elbow. Mutely, my breath coming faster, I obeyed him.

Carefully, taking his time, he watched as I made myself comfortable, my legs on either side of his thick thighs. A large hand went to my a*s and squeezed hard, and I gasped.

"Take it off," he said hoarsely, his eyes on my lacy bra, "I want to punish your big tits."

As I unhooked my bra, he made a low sound and moved, his head coming down hungrily on my thick, erect nipples. I moaned as I slid my hands into his hair while he held me with his one good arm, around my waist.

He gave a low laugh as he growled.

"Why did you come, Woman?'

I panted as I looked down at his harsh, uncompromising face, with a network of harsh lines and, in every way, an older version of the man I had married. But still, he was the only man I loved.

"For you,' I whispered simply," I knew that you were angry."

He gave a short bark of laughter.

" So you decided to offer your delicious body to me, eh, my little wh*re?'

I nodded shamelessly, leaning forward, running my mouth across his jaw, peppering his stubbled cheeks with soft kisses.

"Yes, my Master.' I sighed.

He grunted, and then a hand gripped my nape.

"I have a small toy, my little sl*t," he growled, his eyes glinting cruelly and I stiffened and sighed; " I want to try it on my toys here.' And he indicated my full breasts with his chin.

One of the Arab dealers whom Lucien had been meeting the past month, Sheik Abdullah was into the gun-running business, and Lucien had struck gold once he had partnered with the man.

The Sheikh was also into the distribution of sex toys.

He had presented my husband with some samples, and Lucien had laughed as he and I had lain in bed one night, while I studied them in horror. My shock and disgust had amused him and he had rolled onto me, taking me roughly as was his wont, turned on highly by my obvious innocence as he explained the use of some of the fancy objects littered on the bed.

Needless to say, Gaston St. Claire knew about all the sex toys.

Now he indicated that I should open the little drawer at his elbow, where he kept one of his guns. His member was like a thick, stiff rod, and I deliberately rubbed myself against him, knowing that the action was making him grow harder.

Dimpling mischievously, I took out the small green velvet box he indicated with his chin.

Opening it curiously, I tilted my head to the side, as I stared at what lay inside.

Diamond studded nipple clamps.

"Little sl*t, they are going on your thick teats,' he grunted in a rough voice, vibrating with satisfied amusement as he saw the look on my face, and I shook my head, pleading.

"No...."

"Abdu was particular that I should have them," he growled, his lips twisting in the way they did when he was going to make me do something I did not like.

I turned hot with embarrassment. The dealer had visited our house on one occasion last summer. Sheikh Abdullah had behaved like a besotted man, taken in by the exotic Middle Eastern delicacies I had prepared and unwilling to look away from me; in fact, he had kept staring at me, rather, my chest.

Until, of course, Gaston had grimly pulled me to sit beside him, and I stayed there, my head downcast, till the odious man had left.

'She belongs to me,' he had growled in a low voice, and the man had licked his lips nervously and continued with the meal.

Later, my son Piers told me that they had been executing a very crucial deal with the fellow, or he would have been thrown out.

Pappa had been this close to punching him senseless, he had added.

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