I gripped both cheeks of her ass in my hands, fingers sinking deep into the soft give of her flesh until the skin whitened around my knuckles.
"Do not move. I intend to be rough with you."
"I... yes... yes, my lord..."
I reached for the folded newspaper on the table. The evening edition, still warm from the press. The headline ran in bold letters across the top.
MIRACLE IN THE MARKET: A SAINT WALKS THE CAPITAL.
I read it aloud in a calm, unhurried voice while the head of my cock rubbed slow circles against the tight, untouched ring of her anus.
"Saint of the capital. They flatter me. Have you ever taken a man here, my lady?"
Tears slipped down her cheeks. "No. Never. That place is not for... my husband never... please, it is too big..."
"Indeed."
