She was beautiful, screaming for his fingers and with his flesh lodged where she'd never imagined attention before. He gasped when he saw her move, her scream shaking his cock too as the sound vibrated her body. He didn't warn her when he joined her as she was blushing in the aftermath, pouring the boiling compliment into her belly. He sighed and shook his head, impressed, and then finally let the belt fall from between his teeth and thereby her arms too, to lay however she wanted them.<br/><br/>He reached out to help himself to one of her breasts, squeezing and rolling it in his palm. Slowly he pulled back from the ass that was better trained now - with its welts and its desensitized clenching reflex - until the beautifully round muscle had to slowly let go of the head of his cock. He sighed with some satisfaction, and nodded as the hand not enjoying her breast petted her stomach, like he was nostalgic for the seed he'd left in there, though from the wrong entrance.<br/><br/>"Your secret's safe with me, Elsie." he said, and it was a sign that she'd done well enough to earn her name back. It was all that she'd wanted, wasn't it, to have her life back the way it had been before she'd insulted him by becoming available for another man's insults. The secret he was referring to, though, wasn't such an affectionate sentiment as his tone would imply. He'd called her all manner of unfitting names, and was still pretending they were true, only promising not to let the world know she was such a an unholy deviant.<br/><br/>He left her close to the edge of the bed as he hummed a little tune, getting undressed finally, like he'd been on another late office planning, and she was already in bed because that's how he liked her after a certain hour. He chose an empty wireframe and started to dress it in the clothes he'd not removed to enjoy his wife's completely bare body.<br/><br/>"I was thinking of buying another horse. Our stable outside of town is perfectly stocked, but the seller's father has some land up north that should be worth some money from the railroad they want to run." he said, partially to himself as he put his hands on his naked hips, admiring the flawless work he'd done with the steel-thread mannequin. It was as though he'd not assaulted her, whipped her and sodomized her for the slights he'd seen in her, this evening. "It'd be fun to make money on the material and the real-estate."<br/><br/>He came to bed and swiftly went under the covers, leaving it open whether she dared crawl up and join him, or if she'd sleep by his feet, naked and with the belt to remind her.