“Never wear those again. Your body is perfect, round, and sexy as fuck.” I yelp as he slaps my ass, hard and stinging and then he does it again on the other cheek. And again. My butt feels like a million tiny needles are poking my skin and then…
Oh, then his mouth is pressed against me and he’s shoving his wide shoulders between my thighs, feasting on me. His tongueslides through my center and it’s hot, the hottest part of him and my center is embarrassingly, immediately wet.
“So pretty, your bare pussy and you’re going to let me do anything I want to it.” His hands move quickly and he crosses my wrists, tying them together. My face is pushed into the sofa cushion, so I can’t see what he’s using. Feels like silk. Probably his tie. “Look at you, legs spread wide, hands tied for me, you delicious, messy, filthy girl. Mine.”
I push back. I want to feel his mouth on me, the things he can do with his lips, teeth, and tongue.
His hand comes down again, not on my ass this time- he slaps me between my legs and I nearly fly off the arm of the couch. He does it again, his shoulders keeping me wide open. Itstingsand worse, his slap hurts more because I am dripping, my thighs wet.
“Stay right where you are, baby. Don’t make me punish you this quickly. I havesomuch I want to do with you first.” His voice is even deeper when he’s aroused, a low, wolf-like growl rumbling from his chest. Another slap on the thin skin of my inner thigh. “Say, yes Sir.”
“Y- yes Sir,” I manage and oh, god his mouth is on me again, sucking my clitoris and he slides two thick fingers inside me, curling them and lighting up all the sensitive, secret places he found the first time. His calloused fingertips scrape against my channel and it’s foreign and rough and he should do some more.
“What did you say?” His chest presses me harder into the cushions.
“More,” I gasp. “You should do more.”
“Hmmm…” his dark, silken voice again. “This?” His fingers curl, scratching lightly against my G spot, sending bolts of electricity sizzling down my legs.
“Oh!”
“Or maybe this?” His tongue circles my clitoris but not touching it and I push against him, wanting it and another explosion of pain blooms on my ass. “You do not move. You be still, my sweet, dirty lass. You take what I give you.”
His thick fingers glide in and out, silky from my slick and then he abruptly jams them inside, three this time and his lips fasten around my clitoris and I can’t stop it, the electricity traveling up my spine and shooting back down and I’m so close-
It all stops and a red-hot sting burns me between my legs. Hehitme! Just when I was about to- He cups my pussy, the whole thing in one hand and he squeezes.
“You do not come unless you ask me,” he rasps.
“I hate you, I was close, I-” My lower lips are swelling from being spanked and everything aches so well when he squeezes me again.
“All you have to do,” he whispers, rising up and pressing his broad chest against me. “All you have to do is ask me. Beg me.”
One finger now, sliding from my clitoris to my channel, back and forth, just that one tattooed finger and every cell in my body is vibrating.
“Please,” I groan. “Please let me come.” I could control it if I could close my legs but he’s got his feet between mine, spreading me wide and the metronomic perfection of his finger is too much.
“Please,Sir,may I come.”
Tears are sliding down my cheeks and this is agony. I’ve been wanting this and hating him and now he won’t let me,why…
“Just like that, wife,” his voice is guttural and greedy, thrusting two fingers back inside me and his thumb circling my clit. “Come for me. Soak my hand.”
Relief. Coming is a long-awaited grateful relief, and I collapse against the couch arm, his fingers still moving inside me as I’m shaking through the aftershocks that make my center tighten down on them.
Dimly, I hear the clink of his belt buckle and the rustle of fabric before the broad, silky head of him notches inside me. “Now, I’m taking what I want.” He chuckles, dark and sinister and I’m stretched wide, as he slides inside me. “Open up, baby. Let me in.”
His hand takes my bound wrists and he pulls me back on his cock, deeper, and he rips down my dress, his cool hand squeezing my breasts, pulling my nipples and there can’t possibly be room left inside me.
“Almost there. A few more inches.”
“I can’t-”
“You can,” he soothes, hips moving and my arms pulled back roughly and I feel it, he’s pressed against me, making me feel every inch. “You were made for me.”
His next thrust nearly pushes me face-first into the cushions and he pulls on my bound wrists, hauling me up, his hold tightening and then his hips slam into me. Over and over and all I can do is take it. I have no control. No decisions, no fears, no pride, because there is nothing but holding on as my husband grunts filth into my ear.
“Spread those feet wider. You bonnie fucking siren. So sweet and tight for me…” His hand is in my hair, gripping it and pulling my head back, forcing me to look at him. “Open your eyes. I wantyou to know who’s fucking you, aye? I want you to remember who owns this velvet tight cunt.”
