His voice is like silk and glides over me like a ribbon, a deceptive bondage that wraps itself around me. “You will only receive pleasure and satisfaction from me and no other, not even yourself. So I ask you, Do you want to come? Do you want it bad enough to beg for it?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to give him the answer he seeks. But he already has it. He knows I do and that my body is no longer my own. It’s for this reason I don’t give him more than he’s already taken.
Even if my body cries for him, my mind screams for relief, and my soul longs for connection.
He cannot, and will not, have my supplication.
Ever.
Maximus
My wife comes fucking beautifully.
Damn her and fuck me.
The vehicle slows to a halt, and without looking away from Emilia, I know we’ve arrived at my residence. My driver exits with as much discretion as possible, and I pay him no mind. My focus is solely trained on the woman trembling beneath me.
Her cunt is so fucking wet that I’m tempted to put a third finger inside, but I hold off on that because pain is not the lesson today. Pleasure is what I want her to experience, and I want it to be to the point she is overwhelmed by it. Her body will be crazed for release, and then I plan on using it against her.
However, pain is what I’m being taught, an unintended result.
My cock is stiff and my balls are tight with the need to come. And seeing her writhe under my hands and hearing her cries aren’t easing my suffering whatsoever. I knew from the moment I saw Emilia I’d be attracted to her. I like pussy; it’s not rocket science. But I didn’t anticipate the struggle of not fucking her.
That has to wait or it will ruin the mindfuck I’ve planned for my bride.
Her cunt squeezes my fingers, and I’m of half a mind to fist my cock. I mentally reinforce who she is to me—the daughter of my enemy—to keep from giving in to my primal urges. And the fact I’ve had to remind myself on numerous occasions over the last couple hours pisses me off. She is just one woman, and there are plenty others aside from her. Making a phone call is all it’ll take to have someone running to me and spreading their thighs. But she won’t do it in my bed.
I don’t allow whores in it.
“You will only receive this pleasure, this satisfaction, from me and no other, not even yourself,” I say, reiterating my complete and total dominion over her life. Even now, I’m in control of her orgasm, which I believe is one of her firsts. Right before she came, there was a widening of her gaze, which allowed me to see the fear that surfaced. Emilia has been anxious around me from the moment she opened her eyes to find me in her bedroom, so that is of no consequence. But this new apprehension? I traced it to the unknown. She wasn’t sure what to expect, and that original expression was followed by one of awe and wonder.
Not only is my bride a virgin, but she hasn’t experienced much pleasure. This information shouldn’t matter one way or another. Yet it does. And that’s what created this hunger in me to consume her, to ravage Emilia to the point there are no other surprises to be found when it comes to her. In our limited interactions, she has blindsided me and more than once. She creates an inconsistency, is a mystery, and that doesn’t sit well.
And fuck me because I’m reluctantly intrigued.
I coat my thumb with the effect of her arousal and sweep it over her clit with severe pressure, and the hitch of her breath makes my cock jerk. “So I ask you, Do you want to come? Do you want it bad enough to beg for it?” I thrust my fingers into her again, and the liquid heat of her cunt welcomes me.
She’s so close to coming. I can see it in the speed at which she exhales and feel it in the tension of her body. This may all be relatively new to her, but instinct is enough to lead her where she wants to go.
Too bad I won’t let her.
I halt the movement of my fingers but leave them inside her, and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. The fragile skin has already been broken, and I use my free hand to run my thumb over it, releasing her lip. “Your pain, like your pleasure, will only come from me. Should you injure yourself again and deny me the right to your suffering, I will not hesitate to take it from you, many times over.”
She nods, and her eyes are wild, a mixture of arousal and terror.
“Now,” I say, withdrawing my hand from her face, “do you want to come?”
Her entire body shudders, making her breasts quiver and her cunt flutter. But then she doesn’t move.
This will not do.
“Answer me.” I punctuate each syllable with a harsh tap to her clit, which has her back bowing and her hands clenching. Emilia doesn’t truly relax, but after a few seconds, she goes still. “La donnaccia…,” I say, drawing out the words, my voice taunting.
She blinks and gnaws on her lip again. That small action has me imagining taking it between my teeth and putting my tongue on it, sucking until the wound opens again. I’ve thought of tasting her mouth, but kissing is an intimacy I have no interest in.
I curl my fingers, skimming the inside of her cunt. “Beg me. Tell me how much you want it, how much you need it.”
Despite the fact she’s clearly suffering, I don’t receive a response from her. So I withdraw my hand and wipe it on her clothing. “Very well,donnaccia. You may think you’ve won, but that’s far from the truth.” I cock my head and hold her gaze to emphasize my conclusive thought. “Actually, I prefer it this way. Come with me.”
