Unyielding

Elizabeth was on her hands and knees, a large plate on her back covered in fried chicken and collard greens. Broadus ate noisily, his gut hanging low, his cock half-stiff, as it always was around Elizabeth. He used the former beauty queen as a napkin, occasionally offering her grease soaked digits to clean with her mouth.

"I've been thinking," he grunted.

"Yes Master?" Elizabeth said.

"What if I were to tell you I'm tired of sharing you with Antoine. That I want you all to myself, 24/7." Elizabeth swallowed. Her brain was saying no, but her pussy was growing glossy with dew.

"I belong to you, Master. Your rules define me." Broadus snorted with satisfaction.

"You're damn right they do," he said, satisfied. "You can return that wedding ring to Antoine tonight. Show up tomorrow with just a bag of clothes, you're mine now."