The thought made her quim weep, and she prayed Lucien would satisfy her before long. "Do you like the feel of the phallus in your arse, Serenity?" he asked, his voice low and heated. She could only answer with the absolute truth. "It is wonderful." "Good," he said. Serenity smiled inwardly, realizing his approval was fast becoming all-important to her. The promise of his cock in her arse would soon be a reality. Seeing it happening in the club had thrilled her beyond comprehension. Many of the things she'd seen had had that effect on her. "When I am finished strapping you." Those words fell upon her like a benediction. She craved the strap, desired it above all things. In the hands of her husband, she knew she would find what she wanted and needed most. She wished to repeat that experience often and would tell him so, but she craved the feel of the strap on her flanks, the initial burning and smarting of the leather against her skin. She needed it as she needed the air she breathed.
