“Such a naughty wife,” he looked up to see a flushed and deeply aroused mien of her.
“Only for you, dear husband,” she moaned her response.
She had been served. She had indulged carnal pleasures as she needed somewhere to blow her steam and frustrations off before she met Voltaire, but she had never put so much effort on her end to please a man. She is mostly, if not always, the receiving end of service and pleasure. She would demand the ways of how, but still, only to serve her, to please her, not the other way around. She had never dressed to seduce a man, never stripped before anyone aside from her husband. But from now on, she only has one man to focus on and to command around. Hoping he is up to her weirdness in bed.
What she said fueled Voltaire to possess more of her. Explore a
