Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
SIRE
I’ve always prided myself on being a determined man. I know what I want.
Do I want the three men, standing naked together with their rock-hard dicks, waiting for me? Sure.
When I’m at the pulpit, I want to save souls. When I’m with my family, I want to save their lives. When I die, I want to be condemned. I deserve it.
But when I’m with my wife? I want redemption. I want heaven, and I find it inside Wren.
You think you love someone, then they accept you even more, and you fall deeper, harder, and forever.
All the times I’ve done this before, with dozens watching me, I’ve never had the eyes of the one I love wanting to see me.
All of me.
Accepting me.
That’s me with Wren. She asked Eily to arrange this.
We’re in a lavish room, the ship’s parlor, with a wall of windows to the night ocean outside. Crescent-shaped ivory and onyx sofas circle the space. A tufted leather platform stands at its center. Lights glow. Music lulls. Sex toys, lubes, condoms, and more are on every table.
This is obviously where The Six play their games, and tonight, I’m the winner.
And my prize is my stunning wife.
She kneels, naked, near the edge of the low platform, her cheek pressed to the leather, her luscious ass in the air.
I lick my lips, my dick jutting hard at the sight presented to me. “You’re such a bad girl, wanting to watch me breed tonight, aren’t you?”
I sit behind her, lingering my fingers over her pussy lips, spreading them to see what’s glistening and mine, and she gasps, “Yes, Pastor.”
I smear her slick arousal up to her little puckered ass. “Is this what my wife wants? To watch her pastor breed men before I breed her?”
“Yes.” Wren trembles. “Please, my lord.”
We talked about this an hour ago. Wren’s boundaries and mine. The men’s desires and their wives’ demands.
Granted, it wasn’t the usual dinner-table chat, but I don’t fuck around when I fuck. Because once I’m possessed, lust owns me, and it’s like stopping gravity.
You can’t.
I even had a conversation with Nash and Axel in Axel’s stateroom. They know the limits tonight—mine and theirs. But they want Wren to be my queen. They know how long I’ve been waiting for a love like ours.
Maybe I’m too protective of her.
I’m definitely too possessive.
Because one day, this will be real. Choking back tears, I’ll come inside Wren, unprotected. Praying to get her pregnant.
The reason why I won’t start a family with her yet … is why I’m determined to fuck so hard now.
It’s my kink. My wiring. My rage and dominance. My urges and anger. I need to put this fury I feel into something else until I’m free of this hell with my father.
I want the peaceful family with Wren that I never had. None of my brothers had it, and that’s why we fight so hard for it now. That’s why we bond.
And it’s definitely why I need to breed.
Grabbing a bottle of lube, I prepare the anal plug for Wren. I packed this toy, hoping I’d use it in our bed tonight. Circling it over her tightest hole, I relish how all get to see it now. “You want this, Angel?”
“Yes,” she sighs.
“Hold your cheeks open and show everyone how I’ve trained my virgin. How my sweet bride has learned to love a naughty pony plug in her ass so she’ll be ready to take my hard dick.”
Moans lift my glance from Wren to the naked women sprawled over the ivory sofa.
They’re clearly enjoying this already. Cade kneels, moaning and eating Charlie’s pussy.
With one hand, Charlie’s pinching her own nipple, while her other reaches, slowly fingering Eily’s pussy beside her.
Their lust-filled eyes are watching me prepare my wife’s ass before I fuck their husbands’ asses, too.
My gaze shifts to Axel and Nash, sitting on the onyx sofa opposite them. They have secret loves, I know, but they have eyes, too. The sight of hot, naked women eating pussy and getting each other off makes them very hard.
Can’t blame them.
We’re all stripped naked.
I insisted.
Wren swears she can handle an initiation, so I want her to experience a sex party first. This is a one-night-only role-play event.
But our initiations?
They’re real, raw, and forever.
Teasing my fingers over Wren’s slick clit, I make her wet and whimper as I ease the anal plug in, smacking her clit once it’s seated.
“Oh, God,” she gasps. “I’m gonna come.”
“Wait, Angel.” I remove my touch, watching the edge of her orgasm, shiver away. “You’ll come when I tell you to.” I stand. “Now, get in your breeding position.”
Moans keen across the room. It’s Charlie, coming to my kink and on Cade’s tongue.
“Goddamn,” Redix, Cade’s husband, groans, admiring the sight of his wife.
But my cock firms, hard as stone, watching my wife do as I’ve trained her.
Rising on all fours, Wren presses her legs and feet together, a pose that makes her pussy feel even tighter. Proudly, she looks straight ahead at Axel and Nash, admiring how shamelessly she sways her back, presenting her waiting sex to me with her pink ponytail swishing between her legs.
“Good girl.” I stand, stroking my cock, walking around, and crouching before her. Clasping her chin, I vow, “I’m going to breed the men, but I’ll save my cum for you.” I kiss her lips. “Why?”
There’s so much desire swimming in her eyes. So much love flooding my heart. “Because I’m yours, my lord,” she sighs. “Because I love feeling my pussy drip with your cum. Your seed belongs inside me.”
“That’s right, Angel.” I kiss her again. “Wait right here, and I’ll breed you.” Reaching between her arms, I palm her pert, tempting breast. “And tonight…” I pinch her nipple. “I’ll let my kings help me.”
Wren gasps, lust igniting in her eyes.
Yes, I’m ready to explore her fantasies. I could almost start now. Axel and Nash know what to do, but not yet.
Wren wants this first, and so do I.
I rise, approaching the naked men patiently waiting for me. My cock soars even harder, knowing Wren is about to see this side of me.
Kissing is off the table; we discussed it. So is talking this to death. There’s trust, consent, and lust. Done.
“Kneel,” I demand, and they do. “Good boys. Now, tell me what you saw that night.”
Fuck, Redix looks up at me like I’m a God. “We watched you breed two men,” he says. “They looked like bodybuilders—big men—but you broke them.”
Oh, I remember that night. They were Australian. Their asses and accents got me off.
I press my fingers to Redix’s lips. He sucks them while I coax, “Did you watch me fuck them while you fucked Daniel?”
Redix nods, sucking, smirking.
None of these men are small or submissive. It’s the opposite, and what’s making this so goddamn hot. For them. For me.
“Is that right, Daniel? You got your ass fucked, watching me fuck?”
Daniel nods, his ocean eyes gleaming with proud guilt. I sink my hand into his coal waves. “Well then, suck my cock and make me want to fuck your ass, too.”
Urgently, Daniel plunges his mouth down my shaft, and I grunt, pleasure shocking my system. I look at Wren and boast, “Oh, he’s good at this, Angel. He really likes sucking my hard cock.”
Daniel moans with my dick in his mouth, and Wren’s lips part. She’s enraptured by what she sees, so I fist Redix’s long hair, yanking his neck open. “Do you want daddy’s big dick, too?”
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Redix is as eager as Daniel.
They told me earlier they’re vers, they’re versatile. In their polycule, the men top and bottom. But with me, after what they saw, they want to bottom.
They want it hard like I like it.
Together, Daniel and Redix suck my cock, one focused on my tip, the other lavishing my shaft. It ignites my blood as Silas kneels between them, stroking his dick.
I can’t believe I’m doing this with him. So many times, I’ve watched Silas sitting on a pew and praying.
Then again, he’s hot as fuck, naked, and on his knees, taunting, “Damn, Pastor. I’ve always wanted to suck your heavenly cock.”
I smirk, cupping his head. “Then be a good boy and fucking choke on it.”
Redix and Daniel lift away so I can palm Silas’s skull while he takes my inches, moaning with his desire fulfilled.
“That’s it. You fucking love it,” I brag. “Good boy. Suck my cock. All the way. Take it.” Silas is hungry, drooling, and gagging on it. “Mmm… Someone’s being a bad boy, wanting to suck his pastor’s cock, aren’t you?”
Silas moans again, and Daniel mutters, “Bloody hell, this is hot.” He starts sucking my balls while Redix moves behind me, pulling my cheeks apart.
When I feel Redix’s tongue lick my ass while Silas sucks my cock and Daniel fondles my sack, I fucking lose it. My eyes roll. “Oh fuck, Angel.” In a lustful haze, I look at her. “Is this what you want? To watch men sucking me off and tonguing my ass?”
“Yes,” she sighs. Her nipples are diamond hard.
Fuck. With Wren here? Watching me? With all the love in my heart? Bursting for her? Looking at her.
This feels different.
I feel different.
I’m not so full of pain. I’m not so lonely and trying to fuck it away. This is pleasure, too. But it’s my kind of pleasure.
The dark kind.
“Angel,” I pant. “Sit back and spread your legs. Show me the pussy that belongs to me. I need to watch you get so fucking wet for this.”
Wren obeys. Turning, she sits, facing me. Desire hoods her eyelids as she leans back, propped up on her hands, jutting her tits and letting her thighs fall open.
“Fuuucckk.” I reach around, grabbing Redix’s hair. “Get up, Birthday Boy, and put your ass in the air. Go on. Show me what you want me to breed.”
Redix said he wanted it rough. So tonight, ask, and he shall receive. The platform where Wren sits is big enough for him, too.
“Face my wife,” I order him. “Let her see how hard your cock gets for my fuck.”
More moans fill the room. I glance over, and it’s Cade, Redix’s wife. Charlie’s between her legs now. She’s eating Cade’s pussy while Eily sucks Cade’s tits and Cade watches me, getting ready to fuck her husband.
Grabbing a condom, I smirk, rolling it on. Rudely, I pour lube into Redix’s crack.
Damn, he has a fine ass for a man.