Warden's Wife Pays His Debt Ch. 06

A satisfied grin formed on Mylo's face. It had been a very long time, but he had been down this path many times in the bedrooms of countless women, all of whom wanted desperately to reject his personal trespassings. But as it was with each of them, he could already sense that Liv Rawlins' body was succumbing to the pleasurable feelings her intellectual mind could not refute.

He thought to himself, "I'm fucking this horny bitch in the same room as her asshole of a husband, while I hold them both captive in their own home, and all she can do is beg me to keep fucking her. I'm gonna bang this bitch till her pussy explodes!"

The irony of the situation was profound. While the warden sat isolated in misery with his cock uncomfortably bound by a cold immovable barrier, his wife's sexual complement dripped in blissful arousal while stuffed to its limits by the hottest pleasure tool imaginable. All the while, her captor's fingers played her clit in perfect rhythm with the GNR keyboardist's manipulation of the ivories.

The young wife battled her feelings of disloyalty. Her husband sat no further than thirty feet away while another man drove her towards sexual ecstasy the likes of which she hadn't imagined possible only 24 hours previously. Perhaps the drugs and booze had broken down some of her inhibitions, but she still questioned how her body could respond so traitorously given the situation.

Nevertheless it did. Liv Rawlins was going to cum. And it wasn't going to be a small one.

From somewhere deep inside, perhaps not as deeply as her captor's cock, another orgasm was building. Since the prior night, the young wife had come to recognize this previously unfamiliar stirring. Each time it felt like a tropical depression forming in the far recesses of her ocean, building unrelentingly until it reached her pussy as a category five tempest that battered her from the tips of her toes to the last follicle of hair on her head.

Mylo knew her storm was coming—he already recognized her telltale signs. Limitless gasps and grunts escaped her lips followed by continuous contractions around his dick while the slickest of lubrications saturated him. Her nipples swelled harder than diamonds. "That's it baby, cum on that big fuckin' cock again!" Mylo whispered in her ear.

"Ohhhh...not here...can we please stop...uhn shit?" The guilt-filled wife answered his challenge unconvincingly.

Mylo held back a laugh. He had stopped moving his cock and pulled his fingers from her clit minutes before. The warden's wife's undulating hips and contracting pussy were now doing all the work.

"You don't want to stop! You know what's coming and hubby can barely keep his eyes open. As long as you don't scream too loud or squirt all over the place, he won't know. You can have your cake and eat it too!"

"It's not cake, it's...it's terrible..." she answered in a pre-disposed response.

This time Mylo did let out a laugh, the words coming from her lips didn't align with the urgent movements of her hips. "Oh yeah, that sopping pussy doesn't seem to think so!"

"It's only because you got me wasted, just like last night!"

"Honey, you better come up with a better excuse cuz you and I are going to be fucked-up 24/7. And based on the way you fucked after that blow last night, this weed's just a warm up. I got a mountain of that white stuff!"

"I hate you!"

Mylo moved his hand back between her legs.

"Oh god...please don't do that..."

"Do what?" He teased as he slipped her bump between two of his thick fingers.

"Touch me while...while...you are inside me...like that...oh...uhn...please...don't" Liv Rawlins whimpered as her hips reacted more urgently.

Mylo moved his mouth to her ear, "It's time baby, it's time to give me that cum. Hubby's in lala land over there. Cream on this big cock again, we can clean the mess up after..."

"You're an evil man...uhn...uhn...uhn...just know I'm...oh god...not doing this for you. I'm doing it for him," she grunted while gazing in her husband's direction. "He's a better man...oh shit...than you could ever be!"

Mylo felt her sinewy body tense and go rigid as her pussy gripped his cock one final time. Her breathing stopped as an almost imperceptible shriek escaped her parted lips. It was such a high pitch that it didn't capture her husband's attention, but Mylo knew it was the final sign. He watched as her hands gripped the edge of the table, her fingers turning white, as she pushed herself down hard on his cock.

Moments later the cunning rapist's genitals were washed in waves of hot fluid as robust as any he'd already drawn from her. While she was still shaking, Mylo breathed in her ear, "That's it, give it to me sweetheart. Cum on that big cock again! I'm not sure how you're measuring the better man, but if it's him, it certainly can't be determined by whose cock your little pussy squirts on the most." He cackled.

The sex offender remained buried deep inside for the next several minutes while she breathlessly recovered. Her hips twitched involuntarily in post-coital recuperation while Mylo fed her more of the delectable fare. She mindlessly consumed the remainder of her breakfast that had long since turned cold.

When his cock finally softened, Mylo lifted her hips and pulled out. Another wave of dammed-up ejaculate spilled from her gaped opening and gushed on the floor. "Oh shit, you spilled your syrup all over the floor bitch!" Mylo yelled. "Go over and grab something to clean it up before it becomes even more of a sticky mess."

Grant's drowsy head lifted as he peered again in their direction.

Liv could feel her cum dripping down her legs as she moved to the kitchen hoping her husband wouldn't be able to see from across the room. She shuffled quickly on wobbly legs, leaving a trail behind her. The remorseful wife retrieved a sponge and a towel and made her way back to the table. Mylo looked on smugly before she shot him the dirtiest look imaginable.

His demeanor changed again. "Get down on your hands and knees and clean it!"

As she climbed under the table and began wiping up her mess, Mylo gripped a handful of hair, pulled her face to his arching dick and ordered just quietly enough that Grant couldn't here, "Clean your cum off my cock with your mouth first!" She started to object until he yanked more firmly on her scalp. Moments later Liv Rawlins, wife of the proud prison leader, licked her own essence from the dripping penis of one of his inmates—an evil man who had ripped yet another mind-bending orgasm from her bewildered pussy.

"Don't forget my balls too slut, that shit splattered all over the place!" He piled on degradingly.

The young doctor awkwardly licked and sucked her cum from his genitals. While Liv had always possessed a kinky streak, fellatio was never one her things. She had tasted herself on Grant's tongue many times and was never grossed out by it, but it wasn't her thing to do it from his penis. Her husband had always been the oral provider in their relationship.

Now as her tongue fluttered along the rutted surface of her captor's cock, she surprisingly found her flavor subtle, and her scent, while pungent was not disagreeable. Before long, she found herself licking more vigorously as an unfamiliar feeling began to develop...she couldn't place it, but it felt strangely like intoxication. And while she'd already had a strong cocktail and several hits of pot, she could tell this was something entirely different.

Mylo helped her out from under the table and after slipping his boxers back on, led her across the room to where her husband sat. The warden's heavy eyes opened wide as he saw them approach. He stared back and forth between them as drool spilled from his gag. His chest was soaked with spit. But despite his desolation, he still was able to discern a strange look on his wife's face that wasn't familiar to him. He also noticed she had a dark wet spot on the front of her babydoll and slickness on her thighs. "That must have been where the syrup spilled..."

An overwhelming sense of guilt enveloped Liv as she observed her husband's wretchedness. She felt especially disloyal as only minutes before, while he wallowed in pain and dejection, she had experienced indescribable pleasure while cumming all over their captor's huge cock...again.

Their thoughts were both interrupted by Mylo's grading voice. "Okay doc, now that you provided me with your delicious treats, I think it's time we had a little three-way discussion regarding your piece-of-shit husband's injuries." He looked over at the warden as an uncontrollable saliva stream spilled from around his gag and dribbled down his chest.

"Well...maybe this will be a two-way discussion, but I think you get the point." The escapee laughed at his own joke while mocking the helpless warden yet again.

The Rawlins' were not in a joking mood.

But in spite of Mylo's cruel mocking, they both felt cautiously buoyed by his acknowledgement of Grant's injuries and a willingness to discuss them. Mylo rose and retrieved the fireplace poker before making his way across the room and collecting the medical bag. He came back to where they were sitting and plopped back into Grant's Lazy-boy with the bag in his lap.

"Chief, those unfortunate fucks in your infirmary were nice enough to provide access to the prison pharmacy after they departed planet earth. I collected a pretty nice stash of shit before I left, including that huge mountain of blow sitting on the end table over there. I'm not going to ask why you keep medical grade cocaine in the infirmary at a state prison, but I'm...uh...let me correct that...your wife and I are really glad that you do. I've already told you what that amazing shit does to her!"

Mylo watched as the distraught warden glanced in his wife's direction only to see her eyes drop again.

"But she isn't the only one potentially benefitting from my little pilfering. You see fucknut, I grabbed a shitload of pain meds too. He pulled container after container of pills from the bag. I have a bunch of opioids including Vicodin, Oxycodone, Morphine...oh looky here I didn't realize I grabbed a couple of bottles of Fentanyl too!"

"You had all that pain medication with you the whole time and didn't offer him any knowing the severity of his injuries? You're a son-of-a-bitch!" Liv shouted.

Mylo laughed. "You don't know how correct that statement is honey! My mom was a bitch, actually she was a whore but that's just semantics, and yes I like to fuck a lot...you obviously know that! But getting back to the pain meds, I still have no intention of giving him shit! Anything he gets will be earned. And since he isn't in any shape to earn his own, you're going to do it for him!"

The warden shook his head vehemently, fully grasping what the lunatic was suggesting.

"Oh look how chivalrous the gallant hubby is honey, in spite of his obvious discomfort, he doesn't want his sexy wife to have to degrade herself to earn pain relief for him. What this dumbshit doesn't understand is his horny wife loves every second of her degradation. Huh baby?"

"Fuck you Mylo!" Liv screamed.

"What did you say to me cunt?"

"I...I...said...oh...I'm sorry...I said I'm sorry!" She backpedaled, realizing her last comment might have crossed his imaginary line.

"No, that's not what you said slut!" Mylo growled as he rose quickly from his chair and moved across the space between them to the kink box. He ripped the wooden paddle from inside. As he turned back towards his chair, he gripped her thick dark hair and pulled her across his knees as he landed heavily back in the seat.

The warden pulled desperately at his bindings as his wife screamed in terror.

Mylo stared at him with cold dark eyes as he yanked the bottom of his wife's baby doll up over her hips until it was wrapped around her torso. She struggled to free herself, but the shocking strength in his upper body quelled her movements. The devilish assailant then gripped the top strap of her g-string and ripped the stretchy garment from her hips and tossed it aside.

Both men sat staring at one another as the sexy wife's heart-shaped bubble ass now lay exposed in the convict's lap. Mylo raised the paddle in one hand as his other rubbed across her perfectly smooth skin until his fingers disappeared between her cheeks.

Another thick spit stream spilled down the warden's chin as he helplessly watched his wife's hips tense while fearful whimpers escaped her lips.

"Okay fucker, your disrespectful wife is clearly not adhering to the rules we established earlier—so she needs to be punished. Nod your head and confirm you agree!"

Grant Rawlins frantically shook his.

"WHACK" the paddle sounded as it landed squarely on Liv Rawlins' pristine ass. She screamed in pain.

"Damn that is one tight fuckin' ass chief—I'm surprised the paddle didn't break! Acknowledge your hot wife needs to be punished for her insolence!"

The distraught warden shook his head vehemently again.

Again the paddle slapped loudly against her reddening ass cheeks. She yelped.

The warden had used the same paddle on his wife many times in their playful sex games over the years. It had been one of the first toys they had added to the kink box not long after their wedding years before. In fact it was its purchase that led Grant to truly understand that his new wife had a seductive, naughty side in the bedroom that he never could have imagined in his wildest dreams.

Many years before, the warden had returned from a business trip on a Friday night only months after their wedding night. He had texted her when he left the airport to tell her he'd be home in about an hour. When Grant entered the house, everything was dark. He thought it was odd, but made his way upstairs quietly, anxiously wondering what his beautiful wife might have in store. The only light was a muted ambiance emanating from their master bedroom at the end of the hall. When he turned the corner, he was immediately presented with one of the most erotic settings he ever dreamed possible.

Candles flickered around the large room while quiet music played in the background. In the center on their large bed, his gorgeous wife rested on her elbows and knees. Her wrists were inexplicably handcuffed to their headboard. Grant approached silently, his cock already hard in his pants as he took in the scene. Liv's stunning body was clad in tiny black and white jailbird lingerie. A short skirt, if you could call it that, covered about three inches of her deep cleft ass crack, leaving the rest of its bubbled exquisiteness exposed for him. Her thick pussy lips sat framed to perfection between her ass cheeks and smooth athletic thighs. Black fishnet stockings connected with lacy garters highlighted her long legs capped by four inch stiletto heels. She wore nothing on top, the skin of her sinewy torso glistening under the flickering light of the candled illuminessence. To crown the perfection of the scene, the warden could make out the perfect roundedness of one of her large naked breasts from the side as it pressed enticingly against the silky bed sheets.

Neither of them had made a sound on his approach. When he finally arrived at the foot of the bed his eyes were drawn to an unfamiliar wooden paddle resting on its surface. Next to the paddle, a note read: Warden, I've been a bad prisoner while you were away. I've had many naughty thoughts—I thought it only right that I be spanked for all the dirty things I've fantasized about!

Grant made a quick glance up at the heavens and asked himself, "What did I do to deserve this?"

The warden quickly learned that his wife hadn't purchased the paddle only for his benefit. On that decadent night and many since, he had watched streams of her silky juice flow down her thighs as he paddled away at her sweet ass.

Of course he had never spanked her as firmly as Mylo Dickenson was at this moment. The warden was pulled back to reality by the rapist's gravelly voice, "C'mon warden, don't make me do this again! Your audacious wife needs punishment doesn't she?"

This time Grant hesitated in response—the backwardness of the situation readily apparent to him. Their captor had roughly paddled his wife's naked ass while challenging him to acknowledge her need for punishment. The crackling connections and pinkish glow forming on her typically flawless skin making it obvious she was already receiving significant chastisement. He didn't know what his acknowledgement of her wrongdoing would lead to, but it didn't seem like it could be worse than the treatment she was already receiving. And knowing his wife's desire for the paddle, the conflicted warden was also mindful of how her body might respond to further paddling. This time he nodded.

"Ah, nice warden! I'm glad you see things my way. Due to your confirmation, the paddling will cease for now, but since she's in need of more, this will accompany your wife and I the next time we head off to the bedroom together!" Mylo spewed while holding up the punishment tool.

The warden gulped nervously.

Mylo directed his next statement at the sexy wife, "Your hubby wants me to extend this punishment in the bedroom, but in the meantime, are you ready to apologize for your disrespectful behavior?"

Liv quickly nodded her head. "Yes Mr. Dickenson, I apologize, please don't paddle me again!" Ironically, she had the same concerns as her husband in regards to how her body would respond. The only difference was, she could already feel the effects on the inside of her thighs.

Mylo set the paddle aside and gripped her puffy ass cheeks with both hands. "Okay, I will forgive you for now honey, but just know we aren't done with this." The cocky escapee squeezed the doctor's bubbled contours while staring across at her husband. He wanted Grant to know who this splendid ass belonged to now.

Mylo led the warden's gaze back down as his fingers slipped between the folds of deep cleft gap. Moments later a devious grin formed on the rapist's face. "Hmm chief, if I didn't know better, I'd think our little criminal enjoyed that more than she let on." The assailant pulled his hand from between her cheeks and held his fingers up for them both to see. The glistening wetness was clearly apparent.

Warden Rawlins gulped nervously again as he realized the lunatic had just uncovered one of his wife's kinky secrets.

Mylo moved her from his lap back into a sitting position next to him. Grant couldn't help but notice that the confident, sometimes fiery appearance in his wife's expression was no longer there. It had been replaced by an accepting, almost submissive gaze.

"Where were we in regards to these pain meds before your wife so rudely interrupted?" Mylo barked in the warden's direction. "Ah, that's right, we were just getting ready to discuss the earning component to this little program. So I've been thinking about the most equitable way to distribute these into your 'pain pill bank' chief. And now, after spending as much time as I have with your wife, I have a better idea about the most reasonable way to do it."

He continued, "Originally I was thinking about awarding you with a dose of morphine for each time the little wifey squirted on my big cock..." Mylo hesitated for effect as the Rawlins' stared at each other in horror as to what he had just suggested. "But I've since come to realize that really isn't fair, because at the pace we're on, you would have a huge stockpile of drugs in no time. So instead, I've decided you will earn a quarter of a pill for each squirt—that sounds about right doesn't it doc?" Mylo grinned while staring at the shocked wife.

Her fiery persona returned and it took everything in her being to keep from cussing him out again. She held her tongue and stared back with hatred in her eyes.