Caer’s breath hitched, her thighs parting unconsciously to allow him greater access as his fingers began to slowly slide in and out of her. His thumb grazed her clit with each stroke, his eyes watching her sleeping face, wondering when his sleeping beauty would awaken. Meanwhile his cock pressed firmly into the mattress, reminding him that it would rather take the place of his fingers. Moving up, he slowly dragged his fingers from her clenching channel, smirking at the soft whine of displeasure that drifted from her lips. He lined his cock up to her vaginal opening and pushed in, burying his cock inside her with one thrust.

Caer’s eyes shot open as she found herself suddenly very full, Belethor pressing down from above, a smirk on his lips. “Good morning?” she gasped, rocking beneath his thrusts.

Belethor glanced at the window and the shadows. “More like evening, my dear,” he purred, nuzzling against arch of her throat. “But the idea is the same.”

Caer chuckled, the sound cut off as Belethor shifted, his thick cock brushing so indecently against her sheath. So indecently, but so pleasurably. “I gather you’re not tired anymore.”

Belethor grinned down at the woman beneath him. “Not in the slightest. Though I will have to abandon you at some point this evening to go down and sort through my latest shipment.” He shook his head, his normally bound hair falling in a curtain around his face. The thick chestnut locks brushed against her skin with each thrust. “I trust you can amuse yourself.”

Caer shrugged, her ankles locked behind his hips as she met his thrusts. “I’ll make myself useful, Belethor. Have no fear of that.”