“Especially if the League is behind it.”
“They are. We’ve already discussed it.”
“So do you have any more surprises up your sleeves?”
Irene looked down at her housedress. “I don’t have sleeves.” She smiled at him. “Don’t be so suspicious of me.”
“You merit my suspicion. You’re always plotting something.”
“Me?” She looked at him with doe-eyed innocence. “Not me. I’m a slave on loan to you. Plotting behind your back would earn me a flogging. You’d have to drag me down to your kennels, strip off my dress, strap me across your whipping bench, and flog my ass until it shone like a freshly-polished apple. Then you’d have to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow. Right there on the whipping bench, then on the bed, then you’d have to make me get down on my knees and give you the best blowjob you ever had in your life.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“Tempt you? I’m begging you.”
He grabbed her hand and dragged her at a run all the way to his kennels.
The two pleasure slaves sitting at the table barely looked up as the husband and wife ran past. Lord Fortson’s pleasure slaves were the least used, most bored slaves in the city. About the only action they saw was when Lady Fortson treated her husband to a threesome two or three times a month. And even then, it was her, not them, who did most of the fucking.
She intended to enliven their lazy lives. She hadn’t yet told her husband that she was going to start taking contracts to organize entertainments for other aristocrats. A couple of lords had already offered her jobs. She wouldn’t be available for their sexual use, but she would lend Lord Fortson’s slaves as part of the package that she would sell.
She would put that income in addition to all the tuition that she was collecting into her trust. Her real estate investments were paying better than anyone could expect. Soon her trust would be worth a notable fortune.
She might be a slave but she was never going to be a drain on her husband’s wealth.
A few minutes later, her husband left no doubt about her status as slave. She howled in sincere pain when he laid into her naked ass with the multi-tailed flogger. That cat really stung when a man put his weight behind it. But the joy she felt when he fucked her royally afterward made all the pain worthwhile. As she knew it would.
It was three hours and two more fucks later when she made good on her promise to coax his cock back to life one more time so that she could give him the best blowjob that her talented lips and tongue could perform. As for it being the best of his life, he couldn’t say. When he was coming in her mouth after a full quarter hour of teasing, he had no will to debate the resolution.
* * *
“I’m going to table your second edict tomorrow,” James said. “By this time next week, babies born to slaves will be born free.”
“That’s good,” Irene replied, snuggling into her arms. “Real good. This is the best of the edicts that I want to pass.”
He rolled his eyes at the thought of more edicts to come, but didn’t want to know about them until he had to. “You certainly are keen on this one. You seem even more determined that this one pass than your first one.”
“You should be, too. This one is just as important to you as to me.”
He frowned down at the top of her head. “Why do you say that?”
She turned to look up at him. “Surely you’ve figured that out. Your wife is a slave. You’re going to want your children to be born free, aren’t you?”
“Children?”
“I stopped the contraceptive injections three months ago and went on daily pills. As soon as the edict passes, I’m going to stop taking the pills. Unless you don’t want a family.”
“There’s nothing that I want more.” He kissed her long and deep.
When he broke away, he said, “This is something that you’ve been plotting all along, haven’t you?”
“I’m so naughty. You really ought to put me over your knee and give me a good, sound, old-fashioned spanking.”
He reddened her ass but good with his bare hand.
She shrieked and yelled in delight.
Then she gave him a good, old-fashioned fucking and he howled in delight along with her.
Life is good for a wife when she’s the devoted slave of a loving husband.
THE END
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