I can feel his chest shake as he chuckles and does it again, three fingers this time and I haven’t recovered from my first orgasm and another one rolls over me. I’m tugging mindlessly on my bound hands behind my back, wanting to touch him, to grab his hair and pull and push his face into me again and…
“Spread those legs wider,” he says, “you’re going to let me in.” He kisses away any response I could have and his mouth is wet from me, I can taste myself on him and I should be embarrassed but I’m running my tongue along his lips, kissing him back just as hard.
He strips off his boxer briefs quickly and slaps the thick head of his cock against my acutely sensitive clitoris, smiling at my yelp.
Oh, fuck. Oh,fuckhe’s thick, tunneling into me, sliding in a bit more each time, pulling out slowly, teasingly before pushing in again. Roughly pulling my thighs further apart, he watches himself. “Beautiful,” he groans, “your cunt is strangling my cock. Stretch for me. Wider.”
My senses narrow down to one thing, this enormous shaft pushing against any resistance inside me. I don’t know the moment he took my virginity because everything is the stretch and sting and pull of him. It hurts. It hurts much more than I thought it would but even that is good and when it melts into something darker, a mix of pain and need, I know there’s no going back.
“I can’t breathe,” I gasp, “there’s too much of you.”
“I’ll fit,” he says, and snaps his hips hard, all of him inside me and the crisp hair at the base of his cock tickling my clitoris. “I’ll make it fit.” The feel of his cock inside me, the throb of his heartbeat radiating from the thick heat of him is both alien and welcome and Iwantit. And when he moves again, slowly, teasingly at first and then hard, slapping his hips against mine and hammering inside me and I’m drowning in a dark blend of pain and arousal.
When this god of sex and sin pinches my clitoris hard and says, “Time to come, baby,” Ido.I come, wrapping my legs around his hips and bearing down and taking all of him and I smile, hearing his groan and how he swells and floods me like he can’t wait another second to come, too.
We stay like this for a moment, wet and slick as he unties my hands, rubbing them and kissing the red marks on each wrist. I’m limp. Boneless and floating and he kisses me.
“So fucking beautiful, my wife.”
Chapter Nine
In which the disillusionment cuts like a knife.
Afton…
The first rays of the sun are creeping over the city’s rooftops when I wake up. I vaguely remember Mason soothing my sore center with a cool, wet cloth and murmuring about how beautiful I am, how sweet. Such agoodgirl.
My face flushes red as I remember how hard I came when he said that. I’m not a girl. I’m twenty-one, for god’s sake! But when he whispered the words in his dark, silken voice Idetonated.
Rising from the lovely, comfortable mattress with a groan, I look down to see he’s dressed me in a long t-shirt, one of his and soft from many washings. He’s not in the bedroom, I check the bathroom, it’s empty.
Tiptoeing down the hall, I can hear him, he’s on the phone.
“Excellent. The stock has already exceeded my expectations. We’ll sell tomorrow and crash it.”
Silence. I can see the glint of his blond hair in the kitchen light as he paces. He’s wearing a thin pair of sleep pants and all those wildly colorful tattoos on his chest and arms are very much on display. I want to know what each one means. I don’t think Mason’s the kind of man who does anything impulsively.
“She’s fine.” He runs his hand through his hair and it’s truly inexcusable that it only looks better. “Afton is very sweet, andsensitive.” His tone is indifferent; he offers the words like an afterthought. “She responds well to praise and I gave her the attention and care that she needed.”
It feels like someone punched me in the chest, a hot, sore throbbing.
“From my observation,” he takes a sip of coffee, looking bored, “relationships are simply maintenance. You pet and soothe them. Tell them they’re pretty. Tell them what to expect so they don’t become insecure.”
Oh, god, he sounds so detached. I feel a flush of humiliation that’s almost painful.
“She’ll be perfectly happy,” my husband says. The man who was just inside me and said all those sweet things and made me come. He could be talking about a pet. Worse, some inanimate object that needs to be stored somewhere. “I’ll pack her off to one of my houses and introduce her to all the female cousins. They’ll keep her busy.” I can see his face in the glow of the overhead light. It's expressionless, he’s sorting through some paperwork on the counter. And then he says the thing that crushes me.
“I’ve done what was necessary for the family.”
Chapter Ten
In which we meet Afton’s new bodyguard, Talon. Yes, Talon.
Mason…
When I head back upstairs to check on Afton, she’s buried under the covers, only the top of her head and all that glorious hair visible. The memory of her slick little cunt milking me makes me instantly hard again.
My wife’s hand is hanging off the side of the bed, her wedding ring glinting in the low light. I’m tempted to pull my sleep pants down and wrap her little fingers around my cock while she’s asleep. When would she wake up? When my come is dripping down her arm? Or I could coat those pretty breasts…
