Chapter 16

Governor Christine Locke

After dinner, I tied Zach up.

The strong, young man looked so delicious as he submitted to me. Naked, he lay on my bed. Our conversation in the wake of arresting the sheriff was delicious. He understood that what power he had gathered, he could keep at my discretion.

He had to keep me happy, or I could steal all his little gains away.

He wore this smirk, though.

This cocky smile.

My pussy quivered. I loved his cock. He was the best lover I had ever encountered. I needed to have him in me as much as I could. It was all I could do not to mount him right now, but he wasn’t tied down yet.

“Mmm, you look so beautiful,” I purred. “Strong. Muscular. Masculine. Yet submissive to me.”

“You’re more powerful than me,” he said.

Yes, yes, this was a lesson he needed. Things would be perfect between us from now on.

I slipped the leather cuff around his wrist and strapped it down tight. It was connected to chains to the four posts of my bed. I shuddered and moved around him, my breasts bouncing. My pussy juices spilled down my thighs.

I was so glad my husband took the kids camping this weekend. It was perfect.

Just like the dinner Zach and I shared before retiring up here. I hummed as I reached his right leg. I stroked my hand down his muscular thigh to his calves. He had shapely calves. I massaged them, watching his cock twitch. He groaned softly.

I cuffed his ankle before moving to his other foot. His eyes tracked me, watching the bounce of my breasts. I could feel how much he lusted for those. I purred in delight as I cuffed his left ankle. This time, I stroked the bottom of his foot.

“Governor,” he groaned in utter submission to me.

“Mmm, Zach,” I purred, my fingernails grazing his sole. His toes curled.

I ended at his left arm. He had muscular chests. Not overdeveloped like a bodybuilder, but fit. Athletic. He had a swimmer’s build. A runner. Endurance. It was why he could fuck and fuck and fuck. Why that cock could make me cum and cum and cum.

I cuffed his arm. He was helpless. At my mercy. I could slit his throat. Cut out his heart. Ride his dick. He could not stop me. That was the best part. The power I had over him. Free, he could easily overpower me, but...

He submitted.

I mounted the bed and crawled over him. I straddled his head, but I didn’t plant my pussy down on his face. He groaned as he stared up at my golden bush. Juices dripped from my curls. They had to be landing on his face. He had to be smelling my cunt.

Breathing in my feminine essence.

“Slave,” I hissed and snapped my fingers.

“Yes, Mistress?” a redheaded cutie said. She rushed to the front of the bed, her round tits quivering. She was one of the stable of slaves the Cult maintained.

She would be sacrificed one day if not turned into a breeding whore to produce more offerings for Ba’al Zaphon. She quivered at the edge of the bed, her hands folded politely before her. She had her head lowered.

“Mount him,” I said. “But do not ride him.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said and climbed onto the bed.

She straddled his waist and gripped his hard cock. He groaned as she pressed him into her pussy and plunged her cunt down him. He growled at that, his arms and legs flexing against the bonds. He was trapped with that pussy sitting on his cock.

I knew he was aching to cum in the slut, but she would sit on him and not stimulate him enough. It would be torture for him. I loved it. He panted beneath me, his breath rustling my curls. I watched her shuddering.

She wanted to ride him, too.

His cock was magnificent.

I ached to have him in me, but...

He had to earn that.

“Governor,” he groaned.

“What do you want?” I asked.;

“To please you,” he groaned. “You’re so wet. You’re dripping. You need me to eat you out.”

“And the slut on your cock?” I asked.

“What about her?” he demanded. “She’s not your amazing pussy.”

I did have the best cunt. A blessing from my Lord God.

Smiling from ear to ear at Zach’s words, I planted my pussy on his face. My bush smothered him. He groaned and licked at my cunt. His cock must be twitching in the slut’s cunt, but he focused on my delicious snatch.

I groaned as he licked through my folds. He pleasured my snatch, making me squirm back and forth. I groaned, my tits bouncing and jiggling before me. That was just a perfect delight. I smiled as that stud feasted on me.