Page 85 of Corruption
“Astrid,” I greeted. “I thought you’d have more pressing matters to attend to by now.”
“I’ve already tied him up and instructed him to behave and await my return,” she chuckled, crossing her arms. I couldn’t quite discern whether she was joking or serious. Astrid began to survey her surroundings, appearing intrigued.
“Are you all alone? Or playing hide and seek with your slave?” she inquired.
“It’s more of a hunt and fuck, and we’ve already taken care of the latter. Is there something you require?” I responded.
“This is my house. I can go wherever I please.”
“Unfortunately, it will soon be mine as well,” I murmured.
Astrid moved closer to me, her hand reaching out as if to touch me. I swiftly grabbed her wrist, shaking my head.
“Once we’re married, you can touch, but until then, keep your claws to yourself.”
She grinned, wiggling her fingers adorned with long white nails but ultimately withdrew them.
“Come,” she urged, gesturing for me to enter her father’s office. I peered inside from where I stood, puzzled as to why she wanted me to follow her.
“Are we going to have a meeting?”
“I believe you and I should discuss the terms of our marriage, shouldn’t we? After all, we’re the ones who are being joined together, not our fathers,” she reasoned.
“Vince isn’t...” Why did I bother to correct her? Vince had been more of a father to me than the man I shared blood with. I sighed and entered the office.
“Close the door.”
I did so without much thought, and as I turned to face Astrid, I noticed a sly smile on her lips.
“I closed it because I wanted to,” I informed her.
“Of course,” she replied, then hopped up onto her father’s desk, right where I had fucked Alison. Astrid crossed one leg over the other, her dress riding up slightly, though it didn’t have the same long slit as Alison’s, so she didn’t reveal much.
“So, about the terms?” I began.
“I’m willing to let you keep her,” Astrid informed me.
“Let?” I questioned.
“You seem to have a fondness for your pet. You pleasure her because you want to, not solely to discipline her,” Astrid pointed out.
“You don’t know the rules of our games.”
“Perhaps not, but you see, if we are to make this work, we must compromise, correct?” I didn’t appreciate the way she said it, as her gaze traveled down my body before meeting mine once more.
“I’ve heard that’s what married people do,” I agreed.
“Yes, so let’s say you get to keep your pet. Then you won’t have to remain solely loyal to me. You can have your fun with her, but of course, always ensure protection. Only you and I are supposed to create a child together.”
The way she laid it all out so plainly made it sound unappealing. “I see, so you’re being generous by allowing me to keep my pet, with whom I can have fun when I’m not surrendering to you. Oh, and by the way, it’s going to be very difficult to make a child if it’s my ass you keep using,” I retorted, pointing at the ground, but my words only elicited a laugh from Astrid.
“Maybe a miracle will happen,” she teased.
“I don’t think you paid attention in biology class.”
Astrid waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t worry, while I have you tied up on your back, I’ll make sure to extract every last drop of cum from you as I ride you and use you for my pleasure.”
The more she talked, the more uncomfortable I felt. I was starting to sound like I was being used as a breeding animal. She knew how to make one feel completely submissive. Was this marriage ever going to work?
