Exton

There is a tightness to his wife's muscles. He can sense the struggle to control her body's reaction, and her thrill at the covert violation. His hand lies lightly at her back, the deceptively easy embrace actually supporting her. Ob watches her lick her lips and gives her a slow smile. He kisses her gently, lips sucking away the wetness as his mind brushes hers, in a whisper.

Tonight, I am going to tie you with silk scarves. Blindfold you so you can only feel what I am doing to you.When my hair tickles along your thighs, I want you to feel, not see, it gliding over your body until my lips nibble and tug until you scream.

Her breath comes in a gasp and he plunges his unseen tail just a little deeper. Pandora tries to hide the roll of her hips, the eager thrust. Smiling again, he slowly withdraws until just the tip caresses her wet slit. Ob kisses her nose and removes his tail from her now soaked panties.

"I think... it is getting late." He pulls out a chair for Pandora. "Sit mi Mujer, and I will check with Monty and Ike before we head to our rooms."

Ob grins and strolls through the remaining regulars. He speaks to the band and Monty. Ike grins at Pandora, saying nothing.

Alise lays her hand over Pandora's, concern in her eyes. "Are you alright? You are flushed and sweating." She pauses, then looks at Ob across the room, Pandora in the chair and then Stoney.

"Mon Dieu! Did Ob... Re'mi? Can your tail...?" Pandora blushes, followed closely by Alise. "Oh!"

The group breaks into laughter as Ob returns. Tori shakes her head. "Damn bro... can't keep it in your pants?"

Ob smiles a sultry grin. "No. I wanted in hers."

Without another word, Ob throws his wife over his shoulder and disappears up the stairs. Once on the first landing, Ob lowers his wife to her feet and pushes her against a wall. Hiking her skirt, he hooks a finger in her panties and draws them down her legs. One hand in her long black waves, he raises her panties to his nose. Inhaling, his ice pale gaze burns into her.

"These are wet, soaked actually." His voice lowers to a purr. "You want to be fucked, don't you bruha. Here, and Now."

She nods slowly, unable to move her head far. Her voice trembles as she answers him. "Yes... Oh Goddess yes...."

Ob takes the delicate fabric of her panties between his teeth and strums a finger over her clit. Her knees buckle and he puuurrssss. He gives her the sensation of hands sliding along her thighs, his tongue sliding along her wetness. When she arches he scoops her knees out from under her and strides to their room. Ob throws her on the bed and rips off his clothes. The pieces fall unheeded to the floor.

Standing over her, naked and throbbing, Ob pierces her with his icy gaze.

"Strip woman, or your beautiful clothes will be nothing but rags, fit only as something with which to tie you to the bed."