That pain on her face. That edge of humiliation. The fact that she’s standing here at all. Torn to pieces and still trying to hold herself together in front of me, like pride is going to save her from any more hurt.
She’s unraveling, and I get to be the one watching it happen. I get to be the one to hold all of those pieces.
“I won't give you the option to leave me,” I say finally, not quite sure if any of my words encompass how I feel. I don’t fucking do feelings, and she's dragging them out of me.
“I don’t want one,” Martine says softly, and I reach out for her throat, pulling her towards me before I register what I’m doing. I pull us both down into a chair at the kitchen table, positioning her so she’s straddling my lap, and then I shove the coat from her shoulders until it falls to the floor.
“I’ll never ask for permission to use this pussy. To take what's mine.” I nuzzle into her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. “I’ll never allow you out of my sight.”
She hums as I lick up her neck, positioning my hand at the bottom of her throat and looping a finger under the collar of emeralds weighing her down at the base of her neck.
I look at her face: those high cheekbones, the small spatter of freckles on her nose. The subtle difference in her hair, where it's a shade lighter near her face, lends her flushed cheeks an ethereal glow.
“You’ll be my perfect, well-behaved fucktoy of a wife, whenever I want you. Won't you, darling?” I ask with a tug to the emeralds at her neck, bringing her lips to mine.
She moans into my lips as I suck hers between my own. So perfect. She tastes like tears. I love how her delicate frame rests on mine, and even though she’s relatively tall, she’s still so petite against my height.
“I won't tell you I love you,” I say harshly, pressing my lips against hers, and back up a bit, wanting to see her face.
Pleased to see the tears spring back into her eyes. I live off of watching her break so that I can put the pieces together again. Her lower lip trembles, and it takes everything in me not to bite it back between my teeth. I have to say this now.
“Iwilltell you that there is no corner in your mind that will ever be free of me. I can dedicate to you, darling wife…” I grunt as I hold her hard at the neck by her collar and use my other hand to lift her out of the sweater and I gave her.
She knows what I want and wiggles against me—my good girl.
Pulling my pants down, I don’t waste time rutting up into her dripping core, letting out a deep breath at how good it feels to be back inside of my pussy.
“What I can tell you—” I fuck into her from below, watching a tear fall down her blushed cheek. I thrust into her slowly while looking deep into her eyes.
I can’t help myself. I let a small moan out at how tightly she's gripping my shaft. A goddamn dream every time I slide into her.
My balls tighten almost immediately.
I have to hold us still for a moment, and I bring both of my hands to her face. Leaning my forehead against hers as my cock pulses inside of her.
For a minute, I just stare at her, still owing her the second half of my confession. Still willing myself to let it out.
“Hayden,” she whimpers, trying to grind on my shaft.
“It’s okay, darling, I know,” I soothe, understanding the ache she feels. I feel it too. Her chest is heaving, and she licks her lips. Eyes wet with unshed tears.
I throb inside her again. Wondering if maybe I could just cum in her without moving at all.
“What I can tell you,” I try again, “is that there will never be a moment when I won't own you completely. Where I won't occupy every fucking inch of your mind, your body, your fucking soul.” I begin moving again. Grinding my cock up and deep inside of her.
I thrust on my final words to drive them home, wanting to fill her up as she fills me. “I will take away every piece of your goddamn being, just like you’ve taken mine.”
“Fuuuuuuck, Hayden,” She cries out, pulsing on my cock. My darling likes my words, and she responds perfectly, grinding on my dick, her hands grabbing at my t-shirt to pull me closer. To draw my lips to hers.
This is what I meant. That little fight where she tries to top from the bottom. When she tries to pull me closer, even when I’m out for blood, when I’m destined to destroy her, her lips find mine as she rubs her juicy tits on my chest, making me increase my pace.
We fuck each other like it's something as vital to survival as breathing. I thrust deep inside of her, and she matches my thrusts with her breathy little moans.
It’s a push and a pull, and while I’m still the lead, she’s taking more from me than she’ll ever understand.
She rocks back and forth as best she can on my cock, and I praise her for it, knowing that for everything I’ve put her through recently, my wife deserves some fun.
“I love you, Hayden.” She cries out into my mouth, coming again on my cock as I refuse to relent on my consistent thrusts.
