I wanted to fuck Five like nothing else before.

My calloused hands slid down her arms which were held fast above her head. The metallic Binds holding her wrists suspended in mid-air. She struggled but could not force her arms down. Her whole body shook with effort to free herself as my hands slid down her ribs.

The beaded dress did nothing to grant modesty, parting easily as my hands slid along showing plenty of skin. Worse still the Binds had also been set to increase her sensitivity to every sensation. While she struggled against being immobilized she couldn’t help but moan feeling the heat of my hands crawling along her skin.

Marleana watching from my work desk slid a hand up along her chest to her throat. I watched over Five’s shoulder as my wife’s soft fingers wrapped delicately around her own neck. Marleana watched my hands explore the domestic, but she seemed lost in her own world.

“Please,” Five whispered, “I don’t want this… Sir.”

And that does something to me. Domestics are so eager to please, so willing to do anything for credits, that this one resists and begs not to please her owners makes me hunger for her all the more.

Embracing her from behind my arms engulf her, my hands greedily grope her as they moved up from her ribs to capture a breast in each palm. I squeezed both relishing their fullness, letting her feel me looming behind her. My arms crushing her into me, my chest to her bare back, nose buried in her hair. The poor thing makes a tortured groan.

Inhaling I draw her scent into my lungs. Musky, earthy, real. Not antiseptic like the air in Skye, it has a quality that involves wild forests. There is a hint of perfume, one of my favorites, subtly driving my desire to further heights.

“Are you sure you don’t?” I whisper back in her ear.

Lovely ear. Just above gentle curve of neck. My lips right there. All mine. How could I resist? I taste her neck as she whimpers. Lips, and teeth, and tongue and skin all becoming one as I start to lose myself in her. Her scent, taste, heat, shudders, I consume it all. I lose track of my own body as I lose myself in her. Her scent is inside me, deep in my lungs, a part of me. Smell of forest. I want to howl.

Hungry hands maul her breasts, forcing squeaks and sighs out of her. A musical instrument. My instrument. My toy. Fingers move on their own accord. Seeking out skin untouched. Grabbing, gripping, kneeding, taking. The heat of her on my palms drives them onward. Down down down through beads, to the spot that’s liquid fire. Slick and molten her essence slickens devouring fingers.

I’m barely aware of her gasping, struggling, writhing. She caught not only in the embrace of the Binds, but also the crushing grip of my bear hug. I’m trying to force her into me, grinding myself against her ass. Blazing hot skin I can feel through my slacks. Rock hard I press to her, grind against her. I want her right now. Growling at the unfairness of being constrained. My cock wants free, want to be buried in her.

Hot breath against me cheek. She turned her head back to mine. Lips quivering against the buring stubble. “Please sir…”

I crush her cunt in my palm. A musical squeal. More begging. My teeth nip burning skin. Finger slick and eager slip into her. A gasp. Gushing, molten, she grips my digits. I lift her by her sex, straining against the Binds on her ankles. She swears loudly.

“Are you sure you don’t,” I manage to breathe out.

Five replies with a tortured groan. Our bodies writing, dancing entwined.

Far away there is laughter, my wife. I see Marleana now, hand buried in herself watching the show. Wand pointed at the bound girl.

“Not yet,” I growl.

Marleana smiles between her own panting. She’s a million miles away. A ghost of another life. All I can think about right now is Five, her ass both beaded and bare pressed against a cock hard enough to split atoms. I groan.

“Look at me dirt.” Marleana calls out, her voice husky and low. I can’t be bothered to look at my wife. My focus is on Five. Demure little Five. Defiant domestic Five. Five wrapped in my arms, my hand buried in her. The domestic forces her eyes open, unfocused, but doing as told, looking to Marleana. Five shudders and makes a pathetic moan. She might be trying to speak but nothing coherent comes out.

My teeth find her earlobe. Fangs sink in. Five whimpers. “Please… please… sir…”

Please what? It makes no sense. I’m lost in her heat and scent and feel and sounds and taste. I can’t possibly respond.

“Please what you filthy tramp? Beg him for it.” A voice from far away.

Her back arches, she presses against me. My cock aches. Yearns to be inside how. My own clothes are in the way.

A low throaty moan, “Please, fuck me.”

Fuck her. Yes. I growl in her ear. “Fuck yes.”

“Louder dirt.” Marleana across the room.

“Fuck me, sir!”

I bite her neck. Feeling her body jerk against me. More moans. Hungry hands all over her.

“Keep begging trash. You don’t cum until I am pleased.” Wicked evil Marleana says.

“Fuck me, please.” Five pleads. “Please, I need to feel you…”

“Release her!” I bark.

And suddenly Five is in my arms. I lift her easily, lust an all consuming fire in my soul. Five twists in my arms her mouth finding mine. We bite each other, two wolves in the throes.

A couple of strides and Five is slammed down to the work desk, right beside the other woman. Five's arms splay out over her head. I shove her legs up into her as she arches her back again. The beads parting in all the right ways. The domestic is splayed out lewdly before me. Mine. All mine.

From far away I can hear Marleana, slick wet noises as her hands moves frantically against her skin, “Fuck her, hurt her, make her scream…”

It’s a wonder I can open my trousers at all. Rational thought is difficult. Through the heat and want I can only focus on the slick wet cunt splayed open before me. My whole world is nothing but that sopping hole. I grab Five's hips as she gasps and slam myself to her.