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🕑 Added 2019-07-15 00:11:46 +0000 UTC
Zinda awoke in the cool-yet-humid air of a Mediterranean clime, a house in the Spanish style: thick stucco, adobe brickwork, and grated windows allowing a crisp breeze to flow through the luxurious breadth of white walls and red clay. She pulled herself off the bed, gratified to find no sweat marring the sheets despite the brightness of the sun strolling through the windows. She stretched and yawned expansively. She had never felt better. Slade and Shiva had totally satisfied her; the vividness of the memory still made her smile.
She looked around. The electric lights were off, casting the room into shade except for the ambient illumination coming off the shafts of sunlight pouring through the wrought-iron grates in intricate patterns. In the gloom, Zinda registered a pair of blazing eyes set in a gimp-like mask, a fetishistic black leather vest. His swarthy skin was almost the same color, like an extension of the leather that covered his body, and Zinda was shocked to see him standing next to her bed, his groin within a foot of her face.
“What are you doing here?” Zinda asked sleepily, making no move to hide herself, not even checking to see if any of her nudity was exposed by how she was sprawled out on the bed.
“You,” Bane said, his red eyes looking over her creamy breasts and honeyed cunt with obvious relish. “Shiva has given you to me; I am your new lover. You will serve me. Serve me well and you will derive pleasure from this. Resist and I will break you.”
Something about his rough Latin accent caused shivers to run through Zinda’s taut flesh. She reached out and ran her fingertip over his substantial bulge until she’d found the zipper. “I think I’m getting broken either way,” she said, nudging the zipper down enough that she’d be able to find it later.
She put both her hands on his hips and pulled him in until his knees bumped against the bed.
“Can I suck your cock?” Zinda asked, pressing her lips against the smooth leather hiding it from her.
“I do not know,” Bane said, pushing her head aside to slowly unzip himself. “Can you?”
When his burgeoning prick was released, Zinda still didn’t know. He was as big as a horse.
