They kissed.
At first, Serena's eyes were wide, shock flashing across her delicate features as Thornton's thick lips pressed against hers. For a moment, she looked like she might pull away, then I saw the change. Her lashes fluttered, her lips softened, and she surrendered, closing her eyes as she melted into his mouth.
Their mouths moved hungrily, lips parting and meeting again in wet, messy slants. I could see the subtle movement in their cheeks, the flick of tongues slipping past lips. They weren't just kissing, they were devouring each other.
And all the while, she was on his lap. My wife, straddling that brute's thighs, kissing him like she belonged there. A surge of jealousy twisted in my chest, but so did heat. thick, aching heat that rushed straight to my cock. My pants grew tighter, the bulge straining as I shifted uncomfortably, trying not to be obvious.
When the kiss finally broke, their lips parted reluctantly, leaving behind a glistening strand of spit that stretched between their mouths before snapping. Serena's cheeks were flushed a deep pink, her lips swollen, wet. She hadn't looked at me once since she came down the stairs—her eyes were fixed on Thornton, locked onto his with a fire I hadn't seen in a long time.
The innkeep bustled in at that moment, serving drinks and taking orders like nothing obscene was happening in front of him. Thornton smirked when he asked for sausages, the word rolling off his tongue with deliberate filth.
"What's your name, babe?" Thornton's voice rumbled as his huge hand wrapped possessively around my wife's waist.
My heart slammed. Would she tell him? Would she say Serena and let him know exactly who she was?
But she leaned into his chest instead, her palms splayed against the wide slab of muscle beneath his shirt. "What's kept in names, Thornton?" she murmured, her tone sultry. "I'm just your plaything today."
Thornton laughed, low and rough. "I like that a lot."
Before I could process it, his hands were on her again, moving her body with frightening ease. He lifted her like she weighed nothing and spread her across his lap, seating her on both thighs so her back was now facing me. My wife was pressed against him, her curves displayed for the entire room, but all I could see was the broad expanse of her back, her black hair cascading down as Thornton claimed her.
"Why don't you help with the beer then?" he said, handing her his mug.
She lifted it, about to bring it to him, but he stopped her with a grin. "No. Use your mouth."
"Oh?" I couldn't see her expression, but there was a playful lilt in her voice, a tease I knew all too well, but this time it wasn't meant for me.
Serena brought the mug to her lips, taking a generous swallow of the ale, then set it aside on the table. Slowly, deliberately, she leaned in and sealed her mouth over Thornton's again. I watched, transfixed, as she transferred the bitter liquid to him, their lips locked, her throat working as she pressed closer.
Thornton's hands were no longer idle. Both palms cupped her ass, kneading the soft flesh, spreading and groping as though testing every inch of her. And then, with no hesitation, he yanked her skirt up to her waist.
My breath caught. She hadn't worn panties. Her bare ass was on full display now, the round cheeks gleaming under the dim lantern light. Thornton growled his approval, his hand coming down hard—smack. The sound cracked through the room, followed by the jiggle of her ass as he spanked her again.
Even I had never spanked her. My stomach knotted, half afraid she'd recoil in anger, but she didn't. She didn't even flinch.
Their kiss broke only when Thornton growled against her lips, "You're making me excited."
Serena's response wasn't words. She simply reached for the ale again, took another sip, and pressed her lips to his. This time, her body moved against his with clear intent, her hips grinding back against the bulge that must've been pressing into her ass.
The motion was unmistakable. As she wasn't wearing any panties, my wife was rolling her bare pussy against the hard cock straining beneath Thornton's trousers, separated by nothing but the thin cloth of her skirt. She knew it, too. She could feel him, and she wasn't stopping.
My cock twitched painfully inside my pants. The sight of her grinding on him, moaning faintly against his mouth, was too much. I wanted to keep watching, but the ache in my shaft was unbearable now.
I slipped away, stumbling toward the washroom. My hand was already on my cock as soon as I closed the door behind me. The image of her grinding against Thornton's massive frame was seared into my brain. It took me barely five strokes before I came hard, spurting against the wall, my knees weak from release.
When I returned from the washroom, the atmosphere of the common room had shifted.
Serena was no longer sitting sweetly on Thornton's lap. Instead, she was perched on the edge of the long wooden table, her thighs spread apart by the brute's massive hands. Her black hair fell forward in loose strands, veiling most of her face. From where I stood, I couldn't read her expression at all, and that unsettled me more than the sight of her bare sex glistening in the open firelight.
Thornton's grin widened as he peered down at her. He dragged one thick finger along her inner thigh, pausing just before reaching her center. His voice rumbled across the room.
"You are quite wet," he declared, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.
Serena gave no reply. She didn't resist, didn't flinch, just kept her head dipped slightly forward, her silence unreadable. My stomach twisted. Was this her acting, or was she holding something back from me?
Thornton didn't push it further, not yet. He only leaned back in his chair and waited until the innkeep returned with steaming plates of food. His eyes lit up at the sight of the sausages laid before him.
"Perfect," he said, his grin almost wolfish.
Without hesitation, he reached forward, plucked one of the thick sausages from the plate, and slid it down between Serena's open thighs. She didn't move. The coarse tip pressed against her folds, then sank into her slick heat with a lewd squelch. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might split my chest open.
Thornton chuckled, lifting the sausage back out, coated in her wetness. He bit into it, juices and her arousal mingling as if it were nothing more than sauce. "Mmm," he groaned, chewing slowly. "Better than any seasoning I've ever had."
He repeated the act, savoring each bite while his other hand kept her legs spread, making sure no one in the hall could look away. His men laughed and jeered, but Serena remained quiet, still hidden behind that curtain of hair. I gripped the edge of my chair, torn between rage, lust, and confusion.
Finally, Thornton finished his plate and leaned back with a satisfied sigh. He dabbed his beard with the back of his hand and then looked at Serena again, hungry for more.
"Time to relax for a while," he said with finality.
The laughter around the table died down a little, his tone commanding silence. Thornton waved to his men. "Stay here. Drink, eat. Wait an hour. Then we'll talk business."
Then his attention returned to my wife. His arms hooked beneath her easily, lifting her like she weighed no more than a child. Her thighs dangled over his massive forearms, her hips supported by his powerful grip. He pulled her close against his chest.
"Let's enjoy," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear.
My breath caught. That wasn't part of the deal. And yet Thornton was carrying her toward the stairs, barking at the innkeep to show him to an empty room.
The innkeep hesitated. His eyes flickered to me, his face drawn in a silent plea. Please… let this happen.
I almost couldn't look at him. My throat tightened as I turned my gaze back to Serena. At last, she looked at me, her gaze meeting mine across the room. Not anger, not passion, just a dull, restrained look, one that told me she was holding herself back. She could have broken free of Thornton's grip in an instant, ended this charade with her true strength, but that would shatter the inn, maybe the entire town.
Thornton disappeared up the stairs, Serena cradled in his arms. The innkeep followed, his steps nervous, glancing back at me once more before they turned the corner and were gone.
The last thing I saw was Serena's eyes, blue and bright with a flicker of nervousness, the smallest betrayal of emotion before the shadows swallowed her whole.
My cock throbbed in my trousers, a twisted reflection of my own desire. But no matter how much this corrupted wish excited me, no matter how often I had dreamed of watching her with another man, this had gone too far. She hadn't agreed to getting fucked. And I couldn't let her get raped against her will.
I pushed myself up from the table, the legs screeching against the floorboards. My fists clenched, ready to storm after them.
And then it came, a cold, sharp voice slicing through the tavern's air from the entrance. Feminine. Icy.
"Where is Thornton?"
The room froze.