“Jarl is my pure-breed Molossian – the local wolfhounds proved impossible to train. XXNX She howled in helpless paroxysms until Jarl suddenly jumped off and wandered away, leaving her gasping and jabbering under her breath. “You are naked for me” said Dmitri, “but still you have me brought here in chains”. “Would you hold this one down please, gentlemen?” he asked, more amiably. Her lungs emptied in a long, rasping moan and he moved to her other breast. “Elena was the first, and she built the King in Yellow as you know it. Dmitri brought the full length of the belt down violently across Elena’s soft behind. Gingerly and stiffly she pulled on her leathers and made her way to the motorcycle. Afterwards, they had to be returned safe and well to their workaday existences”. She clenched her teeth and set her jaw as Dmitri drove the nail through her erect nipple and deep into the timber with one clean blow. Dmitri smashed his belt one last time into the tremendous purple bruise covering her arse and upper thighs then stood back sweating and panting. She unbelted her tunic dress and let it slide from her soft, tanned shoulders to kneel before him – nude but for her high-heeled boots and stockings
