Chapter 1: Comfort Zone
Riccardo entered his mansion, and the first thing he saw was Laure. She was a vision. Her lingerie was a burst of color against the elegant and imposing surroundings. The yellow and pink set was a striking contrast to her dark hair and porcelain skin. The garter belt hugged her hips, and the stockings perfectly accentuated her long, slender legs. The g-string revealed a glimpse of her round, firm ass.
"Welcome home, Riccardo," she said, her voice soft and sultry. She walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively.
He took off his jacket and handed it to the butler, who scurried off to hang it up. Riccardo's eyes never left Laure as she approached him. He took in every inch of her body, admiring the way the lingerie hugged her curves.
He loved it when she wore fancy lingerie sets like this one, it was one of his many kinks.
"You look stunning, Laure," he said, his voice husky with desire.
"Take off your robe and show me the rest of the set."
Laure hesitated for a moment before she slowly untied the sash of her robe and let it fall to the floor. She stood before him in her fancy lingerie, feeling self-conscious but also incredibly turned on.
Riccardo's gaze raked over her body, taking in every inch of her. He let out a low whistle. "That's a beautiful set, Laure. It suits you."
She blushed at his words, feeling a familiar ache build between her legs. She knew what was coming next, it was one of Riccardo's favorite things to do, watching her model her lingerie for him.
"Turn around," he said, his voice commanding.
She did as she was told, giving him a view of the lacy thong and garters. The way the lingerie framed her ass had him hard in an instant.
"Now, get on your knees," he said, a note of finality in his voice. She kneeled before him, her knees spread apart, her hands on her thighs. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was already hard and throbbing, pre-cum glistening at the tip.
Laure's mouth watered at the sight of it. She didn't need any more prompting; she knew what was expected of her. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She swirled her tongue around, tasting the saltiness of his skin.
"Fuck, Laure," Riccardo moaned, his head falling back. "That feels so good."
She took him deeper into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. She could hear the sound of his breathing becoming labored as she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock.
She could feel him getting harder and bigger in her mouth. She knew he was getting close, but she didn't want him to finish just yet. She wanted to make this last as long as possible. She pulled back, letting the tip of his cock slip out of her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust.
"Did you like that, Riccardo?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes," he growled, his hand reaching down to tangle in her hair.
Laure continued playing with the tip of his cock while waiting for further instructions.
Riccardo, lost in the sensation of her mouth on him, suddenly remembered the detective he had hired to find a suitable husband for Laure. He had planned to propose to Laure tonight, but the detective's recent report had changed everything. The guilt of not being able to provide her with the emotional connection she needed consumed him, and he suddenly felt the need to release himself.
With a surge of energy, he pulled Laure's head back, and his cock popped out of her mouth with a wet sound.
"Oh, Laure," he said, his voice full of regret. "I'm so sorry."
He closed his eyes, and the memory of the detective's report flashed through his mind. The potential husband was a naive and simple man. Brian worked in one of Riccardo's company and often praised him in social media. He was the perfect one to give Laure the love she ached for, whilst not blocking their unusual arrangement. A cuck for the human who made him so happy.
"I am sure you will make up for it later", she said whil getting up.
She picked up the robe and started to put it back on.
"Shall we go to dinner, Riccardo?" she asked.
"Yes, let's go", he replied, adjusting his clothes and trying to shake off the guilt.
Laure led the way to the dining area, her hips swaying gently. The butler, who was already serving dinner, couldn't help but steal a glance at her ass as she passed by. Riccardo noticed the butler's admiring gaze, but he didn't say anything.
As they sat down to eat, Laure couldn't help but notice that Riccardo seemed distracted. She tried to make small talk, but he barely responded.
Finally, she asked him what was wrong.
"I have something to tell you," he said, taking a deep breath.
"I hired a detective to find a suitable husband for you."
Laure was taken aback by this revelation. "A husband? But why?"
"I care for you deeply, Laure, but I can't give you what you need emotionally. I want you to be happy, and I think this is the best way for us to move forward."
Laure was speechless. She didn't know what to say. Part of her was angry that Riccardo would make such a decision without consulting her, but she was so used to this submissive relationship she no longer had any will to fight back.
She knew he was right; she needed more than what he could give her. And the idea of having a new husband, someone who could fill the emotional void in her life, was both exciting and terrifying.
"I understand," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Riccardo let out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad. I am letting you go, though. We will continue our relationship and your future husband must accept it. I will make sure of it."
"How am I going to find someone like that?", Laure asked intrigued.
"I actually hired someone to find him. Please meet Brian", Riccardo said handing over a tablet with a special dossier.
Laure's breath hitched as she scrolled through the pictures of her soon-to-be cuckold husband. He was handsome in a simple and unassuming way, with a boyish charm that exuded warmth and sincerity.
"He's a good man, Laure. He's been working at my company for years, and I've always known him to be loyal and trustworthy. He's not a wealthy man, but he's hardworking, and I know he'll make you happy."
Laure nodded, still in shock.
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. But deep down, she knew Riccardo was right. She needed more in her life than just physical pleasure. She needed love, companionship, and emotional support.
"I will meet him," she said finally, looking up at Riccardo with determination in her eyes.
Riccardo smiled, glad that Laure was taking the news well. "Good. I'll set up a meeting for the two of you.
Brian is clueless about our arrangement, but he will learn. I'll make sure of it. I want to assure you that I'll always be here for you, Laure. I'll never leave you. We'll continue to be lovers, but now, you'll have the chance to explore a deeper emotional connection with someone else."
Laure nodded, taking in Riccardo's words. She didn't know how this was all going to play out, but she trusted Riccardo.
And she was excited about the prospect of being with someone new, someone who could give her what she truly desired.
That night, Riccardo fucked Laure hard. She had intense orgasms, thinking about the man she would marry someday. In her mind, Brian had a small cock. But she didn't care. She knew that the emotional connection was what truly mattered. She was going to be with a man who would love and cherish her.
As Riccardo thrust into her, she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be with Brian. To be with a man who was kind, and gentle, and who would always be there for her. To be with a man who would never hurt her, and who would always make her feel safe and secure.
The next morning, Laure couldn't shake off the image of Brian from her mind.
She remembered the warmth and sincerity that radiated off the photos of him, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. She had never met a man like him before, someone who seemed to have everything she was looking for.
She decided to take a bath and try to calm her mind, letting the warm water wash over her. As she soaked in the tub, she thought about all the men she had been with in the past. She had always been drawn to men like Riccardo, men who were powerful and dominant. But she couldn't deny that her needs had changed over time.
While she used to crave the dominance and control that Riccardo exuded, she now longed for something more. She wanted an emotional connection, someone who would see her for who she was and not just as a sexual object.
As she lay in the bath, she couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt about her feelings for Riccardo. She loved him deeply, but she knew that he would never be able to give her what she truly desired. She had been his submissive for years, and while it had brought her a sense of satisfaction, she now wanted more.
She wanted to be in charge, to call the shots. And as she lay in the bath, she couldn't help but daydream about Brian submitting to her.
She imagined him on his knees, his head bowed, his tiny cock at attention. She pictured herself grabbing it, playing with it, teasing him until he begged for release. And then, she would let him come, watching as his pleasure coursed through his body.
Laure felt a surge of excitement as she imagined the scenario playing out in real life. She had never been with a man who was submissive to her before, and the idea of it was incredibly arousing.
She closed her eyes and continued to daydream, picturing Brian as her own personal plaything. She would make him do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She would be in control, and he would be at her mercy.
It was a thrilling thought, and one that she couldn't shake off. She knew that she would have to be patient, to let the plan unfold naturally. She couldn't just spring this upon Brian, he was innocent and naive, and she didn't want to scare him off.
As she stepped out of the bath, she wrapped herself in a towel and made her way to the bedroom. She couldn't wait to dress up and meet Brian, betraying her true intentions, and to start building a connection with him.
However, she couldn't shake off the one thought that kept bothering her: Brian's cock. She had never seen it before, but based on Riccardo's detective report, it was described as 'average', which Laure translated as tiny. She wondered if she could enjoy it as much as she wanted to enjoy his companionship.
As she lay in bed that night, she thought about Riccardo's cock and how it filled her completely. Brian's cock was smaller, and she wondered if it could satisfy her in the same way. She tried to shake off the thought, reminding herself that she wanted more than just physical pleasure from Brian, but she couldn't help but feel a pang of doubt.
She had never been with a man with a small cock before.